Rose Weasley looked out her bedroom window wistfully. Tomorrow she was to be wed to Timothy, thus the beginning of a new life she should want. He was rich, smart and good looking but there was only one name that called to her in her dreams. Scorpius. It was not as if they were living out a passionate, romantic affair, not at all. He had barely acknowledged her existence. Maybe that is what made him so mysteriously attractive and lustful. There was a few times on occasion that their eyes met across a crowded room and a spontaneous chemical reaction would occur, invisible sparks flicking between them. Could he possibly feel this too? It was too late now, she was going to dedicate her life to an almost-stranger at the tender age of fifteen. This arranged marriage would be life imprisonment, but perhaps some sudden stroke of luck would change all of what Rose's fate was running head-first in to.
The winter winds were bitter and left her arm tingling with cold windy bites. A single melody was floating in through her bedroom window. Rose's eyes snapped open wide and her posture straightened. The song from her dreams, the harmonizing tune drifting around her room, filling her heart with hope until she felt like it would burst with happiness.
"Rose!"
Her name was echoed, bouncing side to side from the stone walls of her bedroom. Could it be?
"Please, Rose, I know you feel it too!"
Scorpius stood bare footed in the early morning dew, colours of the skies were dancing around him and the air was frigid and bitterly cold. He was acting out on a whim, he had no idea if she felt the way he did, the way his heart could beat across a thousand miles every time he looked at her and never tire, the way the wind swept her hair across her face in a unkept fashion and made her bat her ever long eyelashes in his direction. She was his sun, distant, but she warmed his heart. He could never get close enough to touch her milky white skin. Maybe he never will.