[A/N] R & R!
Challenges:
There's A First Time For Everything Challenge [Medium] / Prompt : Rose Weasley's First Love Letter
100 Drabbles Challenge / #8 Secret
Greek Mythology Mega Challenge / #36 Muses - Write a romantic story.
Pick A Card, Any Card Challenge / King of Hearts - Write about a playboy.
Harry Potter Chapter Competition / #3 The Letters From No One - Write about someone receiving a letter.
To say Rose was surprised to receive a letter for Scorpius Malfoy was an understatement.
She carefully tore the envelope open to find a sweet-smelling parchment filled with Scorpius' cramped writing inside.
Rose sat down by the fireplace and read.
Dearest Rosie,
Well, hi. I know you're probably wondering why I sent you this letter via Owl Post when I could've just handed it to you in one of our shared classes. I'm thinking you're bouncing on your seat now, demanding the answer. It's because I wouldn't want you punching me in the face after you've finished reading my beautifully-written letter. And now, you're probably itching for me to get to the point. I know you that well Rose, and knowing me well, you would have guessed that I take long to get to the point.
Before Rose could even continue reading her letter, it was snatched from her grasp by a certain James Potter II.
"Give it back, arse-face!" Rose roared, trying to get her letter back before James could read a part of it.
"Is this your first love letter, Rosie-Posie? Oh, Uncle Ron wouldn't be so happy to know her baby girl isn't much of a baby anymore!" James teased, the letter up in the air and out of her reach. "Let's see.. 'Dearest Rosie..'" James cackled, "Who is this guy?" he barked out in between laughs.
"Give it back!" shouted the redhead.
"No."
"Furnunculus!" Rose had hexed James, his face erupting of boils and abnormally large pimples. "Not so handsome now, are you?"
And with that, Rose continued reading as James stalked off with his acne-filled face.
See, I have a secret to tell. It's a secret I wish wasn't true, but I would just be lying to myself. It's a secret I've been good at keeping, which came as a surprise to me too. Then, I just woke up one morning and it came flashing in my eyes. It scared me a whole lot, Rosie.
This is the part that you might want to punch me, but oh well, here it goes.
I might have a teensy weensy fancying on you, Rosie.
It feels really good to have finally said it after 5 agonizing years. I've waited that long, you know.
I may be a rumored playboy or some sort, but believe me, I'm very unlike that. Just because I have the looks of a god doesn't mean I bang every lady I see.
I sent you this letter in hopes that you abort your mission in pursuing that blasted clay-brained, harpy-faced Henry Pillock. Honestly, Rose. You would have done much better!
I will not spill my heart in this piece of parchment since I rather you feel it. I hope you would not punch me in the face the next time we see.
Blonds and Redheads,
Scorpius
Scorpius was wrong, of course. Rose wanted to smash his face with her knuckles.
(and maybe kiss him senseless afterwards.)