Sorry for any spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes. Switching between rose and scorpius POV. This chapter isn't Very long but the following chapter will be longer. Enjoy :)
Scorpius sat on against a tree by the lake, tossing stones into the water. The wind blew lazily through the trees as if it wee too hot and tired to move any faster. The water rippled against the shore making a sound like a dog drinking from his water bowl. The grass swayed on the breeze and the clouded moved across the sky in puffs moving fast and then slow and fast again. I'd be enjoying myself it wasn't for the sight I was watching.
My ex girlfriend, Reese, was in the process of being swung around by her new boyfriend. I mean I never really had feelings for her, we mostly had a physical relationship. we were both trying to forget about the people we were in love with But could never have. But then that guy for her asked her out so we stopped seeing each other and now I'm just left to deal with myself I guess. Now I'm going to have to face my feelings for Rose Weasley. I'm glad that she got who she wanted. But I mean still. Why did I have to be so damn sensitive all the time? I don't show it to anyone except for Rosie on occasion. I just let it fester inside if me. It's rare for me to share my feelings with people. And no matter how much I love my Rosie I don't think I'll ever be able to tell her how I feel.
I didn't mean to fall in love with her. I knew she was off limits. But she was perfect. Call me sappy, call me a hopeless romantic, call me whatever you fucking want but Rose Weasley is perfect for me and she's going to be mine if it kills me.
I sat in the great hall, Rose across from me. We were sitting in comfortable silence. She was picking at her food, pushing a pea around her plate. Deciding to start up a conversation I asked
"How's potions going?"
She looked up at me, startled. "It's alright nothing new."
"That's good I suppose" I said looking at her questioningly. She looked back at her plate and continued playing with her food.
"You ok, Rosie?"
"Yeah, of course. I'm fine" she gave me a smile that looked rather forced.
"Don't lie to me Rosie what's wrong?" I reached for her hand but she shot out of her seat. I looked up at her, confuse about her reaction.
"I have to get my transfiguration homework done. See you later." She walked down the aisle her long red curls swinging all the way down to her hipster ringlets at the end tickling the top of her pleated skirt. Her slim yet curvy hips swayed as her walked. Her skinny legs pulled her quickly towards the doors of the great hall. I watched her leave, confused. Rose never acted like this around me. We had always confided in each other about our problems. Something must really be wrong if she won't tell me about it. Or it's something that she thinks will offend me.
I hate it when she doesn't talk to me. She. She talks to me it's the closest I'll ever get to being hers and her being mine.
And that's I've ever wanted and all I'll ever want.
A/n please review and let me know what you think :) thank. For reading.