Written for "Valentine's Day Happens Year 'Round."
& because she asked for this pairing, this is written for Morghen.
"If it's wrong to love you, then my heart just won't let me be right." - Anon.
She'd never admit it, but he's the most beautiful thing. Oh, she keeps quiet as she stares, but a girl can only pretend for so long – and to be honest, she's just not that strong. There's just some so entrancing about him, not she would ever say anything like that out loud, because she's just another character in just another fairytale. Her whole family had their happily ever after, and now she's meant to live up to all that.
Her parents were best friends that feel in love. Her aunty and uncle just had that chemistry between them. And now it's her turn, and according to the script, her love is meant to be forbidden.
Typically, it's not the sort of forbidden she'd like. Everyone says Scorpius Malfoy. Come on, Rosie. He'd be the perfect crime. And she knows. The rivalry between their parents would make it just oh so sinful. So how come her heart is singing a different tune? Lorcan, Rosie, pick Lorcan. He's practically taboo, but since when have you cared for the rules?
The two are similar – in looks, at any rate. With hair so blonde that it's practically white, and stone cold eyes, they really are far too alike for their own good. But because Lorcan is just much more alluring and Scorpius, despite everything, is just the nice guy, Miss Rose Weasley finds herself falling for the wrong one. And damn it all if he doesn't know it.
He sees her watching, and just for the hell of it, he winks and flaunts everything he's got. As she blushes and looks away, he holds a steady smirk. Oh yes, he knows exactly what he's doing, and what's more, he's having fun doing it. Sure, it breaks her heart, and she knows that it just shouldn't hurt this much, because she's only fifteen, and she's doesn't know what love is, so really, she should be perfectly fine – but she's not.
"Ah, dear Rosie," Lorcan mocks her in the most subtle way he can. "Going out with Scorpius, aren't you? What a perfect ending."
"There's nothing perfect about it, Lorcan," Rose looks down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes. "Anyway, I'm no dating him."
"Never did care for the rules, did you?" Lorcan smirks, and she can feel herself breaking under his stare. "Never did do what's expected of you."
"I suppose."
"I mean, honestly, Rosie. Falling for me, Lorcan Scamander? Why, that's practically illegal."
"I'm not falling for you, Lorcan." She bits her lip, doing anything to distract herself from the tears threatening to fall, because she knows she's lying, but there's no way she can say the truth. Saying it out loud just made everything so final – so definite.
She's meant to be with Scorpius. Oh, he's a nice guy, she supposes, and he's not hideous, either. To be honest, she wouldn't really mind being with him. Sure, she'd be living a total lie, but at least he would treat her right – mostly anyway.
Lorcan… he's just some image that she's created. When she closes her eyes, she sees this amazing person that could never go wrong, but no one ever sees people for who they really are, do they?
"Of course you aren't," Lorcan replies noncommittally. Leaning closer so that his lips are brushing against her ear, he whispers, "Lie all you want, but I know. I've always known."
Closing her eyes quickly, Rose shakes her head quickly. Feeling her cheeks dampen, she wipes her eyes furiously. Tears are the last thing needs right now.
"Go away…" It comes out as a strangled whisper, and Rose gulps, before attempting once more. "Go away!"
"Come on, Rosie. We could make a new story."
"There is no new story to make. Can you imagine what people would say? I'm not meant to be with you."
"Who cares? Break away, Rose. You know that we'll end up together."
"I'll end up with Scorpius. It's practically written."
"Burn the damn book."
The words cut into Rose, because she really, really wishes that it could be that easy, but life's not easy, and either is this. All her life, she's broken down the boundaries that were set for her, and she's never met the expectations that everyone thrust upon her. This time she has no choice – she's going to follow the rules, fake her happily ever after, and she's going to be that girl that everyone wants her to be.
"Go away, Lorcan," Rose mutters, and for once, he complies. As she stares at his retreating figure, she breaks. "Love you... I love you…"