I hate happy people.
For instance, Scorpius Malfoy. The cocky sodder is just so damn happy all the time. It's rather disgusting, actually. Lately I feel as if whenever I see him he's smiling and laughing...he has a very nice smile and quite a cute laugh, but it's the reason he's happy which disgusts me.
Felicity Birdwell is her name. She's beautiful, popular, friendly, and oh-Scorpius' girlfriend. And she's happy, too-what a damn surprise.
People like me aren't happy. People like me have their dreams crushed when their childhood sweetheart decides he wants to "try something new" and goes to ask out the most popular girl in school. People like me are damaged on the inside, but maintain a cold, hard front on the outside. I don't deal with happy. People like me don't put their guards down.
But I can't help it when I'm around him. Every time he looks at me with those open gray eyes, or when he pushes his blonde bangs from his eyes, or when he smiles his sweet grin with the dimples dotting either cheek, I absolutely melt. I can never stay mad at Scorpius Malfoy. He just won't let me.
We were childhood friends. Aunt Ginny, my godmother, worked with Scorpius' mother and the two were good friends. I often went with her to the Malfoy house and Scorpius and I would play for hours. Apart from my cousins Albus and James, he was the only person I knew when I started Hogwarts and he became very protective of me, like an older brother. I couldn't help but fall for his quiet demeanor and sweet smile. He was my first and only crush.
But me...I wasn't enough for Scorpius. I could tell when he looked at me-me, with my bright red curls and brown eyes, my high cheekbones and slightly crooked nose-that he loved me, but not in the same way I loved him. He loved me like a family member, like a pet. Someone he liked to care and feel responsible for.
The day he met Felicity was probably the happiest day of Scorpius' life. I remember him
sitting next to me at dinner with the greatest smile on his face. His dimples must have hurt from such a huge smile. "Rose," Scorpius said, almost breathlessly. "She's amazing."
That's not your line, I pleaded silently. That's not how we rehearsed this in my head. I'm the one who is supposed to be amazing. I'm the one who you are supposed to get breathless for.
They started officially dating at the beginning of our 6th year. Their happiness wafted through the corridors and followed them to their NEWT classes-Potions, Transfiguration, Charms-classes I unfortunately also attended. Their happiness was sometimes just too much to bear. All I wanted was to graduate Hogwarts and go off to work as an Auror in some exotic city where I would be far enough away from their stupid happiness.
Puppies are happy. Babies are happy. House Elves are happy. I am not happy.
Did I mention I think I might be pregnant with Scorpius' baby?