Dear Rose,
Weasley,
Dear Weasley,
I know you hate me but please read this before throwing it away.
I'll get right to the point; I'm a complete prick. Not just to you; to everyone, but especially to you. I seek out every single moment to tease you or hurt you and its low of me, I know. You might think I hate you because of your surname. The truth is that it's not because of your name. I don't actually hate you. Not even a little bit... Look; the reason why I'm so mean to you is...it's not...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you. Truth is, I only did it because it was the only way Weasley...it was the only way I'd have your attention set completely on me. Is that creepy? That I hurt you because I want your attention? Is that twisted? Probably but I've reached a stage where I don't even care.
I'm a coward. I'm a coward because you are beautiful and smart and kind and I never told you. I only call you names because I'm trying to ease the pain in my chest every time I see you. But it never works; all that happens is that your eyes light up in anger and passion and the pain increases. I hate it and it makes me want to fall to my knees at your feet and run away from you at the same time.
I hate your hair and the soft curls of it. I hate how you're friends with almost the entire male population of Hogwarts. I hate it when you laugh and your face lights up and you look like an angel. I hate knowing you are so kind. I hate that my insults hurt you and even so you hide the pain and hold your head high. I hate that I can't stop them spewing out of my mouth. I hate that you hate me. I hate Robert Finnegan. He can piss off. I hate seeing you in his arms and him running his hands through your hair. I hate when you smile at him.
So there you go. The reason I'm mean to you is because I'm so fucking desperate for your attention that the only way I know how to get it is to tease you. You're unreachable Rose; utterly perfect and so out of my league and your beautiful soul reminds me every day. I'm sorry for hurting you. I did it because I hated the way you were hurting me. I wanted to deny any feelings for you, to try and outline your flaws for myself. But it didn't work, I only fell harder and now I love you so much I feel like punching a wall. I hate this feeling. I hate that you never smile or laugh with me. I love your hair and I hate that I never get to run my hands through it or hold your waist in my arm. I love the way you wrinkle your nose every time you see something unpleasant or the way your mouth opens slightly when you get into a really good part of your book.
I know I sound pathetic and desperate but I don't care because it's true. If only you knew how much I crave for you every day, every night. Every minute of every single fucking hour. I'm miserable when you're not around. And those few moments when your attention is mine and your throwing the most brilliant insults and I feel them all cut into me like knives; that's when I'm happiest because you're mine, even if it's just for a few moments, even if you hate me; you're looking at me and I'm the only thing you're concentrated on. It's twisted and strange but I don't care; I relish those moments. I love y
"Hey Scorpius what are you writing?" Scorpius dropped his quill and spun round hastily.
"Nothing Chris...just Head-boy stuff" he quickly scrunched up the letter and put it in his pocket. Chris lifted one eye-brow.
"Is Weasley going to be happy about you doing Head-boy stuff without her 'highness's' consent?" he asked.
Scorpius's stomach jerked at the mention of her name. This was getting bad.
"Honestly couldn't care less Chris" he lied.
"Ok well can we get out of this common room and go get something to eat now?" the fellow slytherin proclaimed.
Scorpius stood up, his stomach rumbling; he hadn't eaten since lunch (which made sense seeing as it was now five...but boys will be boys)...as he swung the Head common room door shut, he failed to notice a scrunched up piece of paper lying on the centre of the carpet by the sofa; fallen out of his pocket as he'd hurriedly stood.
A.D.F
Rose was tired. She'd just been given a run-down of all the latest gossip from Lily (apparently being Head Girl meant she was missing out on 'so much juicy goss Rose, omigod'). She loved Lily, truly she did, but when it came to her heave gossiping (or bitching if Rose was being honest) sessions, Rose really did not have the time or energy.
As she made her way to the sofa for a quick power nap, she noticed a scrunched up piece of paper, and could just about make out a neat hand script that could only belong to...
Picking the paper up and smoothing it out, she then began to read...
A.D.F
She jumped at the sound of the common room door opening.
"Weasley...I just forgot my jacket, its cold by the way. Aren't you eating? Perhaps decided to help yourself out on those so called 'curves' have y-' the sight of her simply watching him wide eyed stopped Scorpius in mid-sentence.
His eyes zoned in on a slightly wrinkled piece of parchment in her hand...no...no no. His hands flew to his pockets and when he realised they were empty, he took one look at her shocked face and ran.
A.D.F
Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin lord shitting Merlin's saggy left arse cheek. That was the extent of Rose's thoughts as she sat poised in a stiff position; eyes still facing the door he'd just ran out of.
A.D.F
Fucky shitty bloody stupid gah! That was the extent of Scorpius's thoughts as he walked around the hall ways in no particular direction. She knew. She knew, she knew. And the fact that when she'd read the letter there was an utter look of horror on her face certainly didn't help. Was she really so repulsed by him? Did she hate him that much? His chest constricted painfully and longingly as it always did when his mind was set on her.
A/N: Hey guys, I know I have a few bits and pieces that need finishing, but this sort of came to me so I just typed it out. Thinking of making it two chapters, not very long, but a one-shot didn't seem enough to make it good. Enjoy my lovelies, as always reviews are much appreciated
