The jumper
Who knew?
Who knew that a simple article of clothing could unleash such a strong reaction in a person?
He had been raised to appreciate good quality clothing, and even consider himself quite stylish, but clothes had never brought him this kind of emotion before.
Yet there she was, wearing his jumper on a chilly October afternoon, and he felt something suspiciously similar to bliss.
He had seen her wearing a wide array of things, like her school uniform with its gold and scarlet colors, magnificent dress robes, silly little pajamas, the sweater she received from her nan every Christmas, and he had even seen her wearing nothing at all.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to her wearing his jumper. He though there had been nothing quite as magnificent as Rose Weasley with her messy bun, and that jumper that was ridiculously big on her.
He had liked that jumper before, it was a ridiculous expensive thing that grandpa Malfoy had brought from France, but now he was fairly sure there was no garment under the sun that he liked as much.
The first time he had worn his Hogwarts uniform he had been happy, when he wore his new quidditch robes after being accepted into the Slytherin team he had been ecstatic, but now that jumper had become his most precious item, he had a crazy though of taking the jumper after she was done with it and make an altar for it, but regain his sanity after realizing how mad that sounded.
At that moment, with his thoughts spiraling out of control, Rose turned around and said,
"Hey Scor, let's go to the library after dinner."
He just took her hand and asked "New jumper?"