Rose Weasley attended Hogwarts since five years.
Rose Weasley was Hermione Granger's daughter, scholar and smart.
Rose Weasley was bloody unlucky.
When she walked into the courtyard, nobody noticed her, or greeted her... not because she was unpleasant, just because she went unnoticed.
But Rose liked this situation; it gave her the chance to take a seat in the shade of a oak on the shore of the Black Lake, without anybody bother her, with a good book in her hand and a packet of crackers in the other.
Then, just like in a slow motion, her eyes rose from the worn pages of "History of Hogwarts" and clashed with the grey ones of a blond guy, sat right on the opposite shore.
So Rose, embarrassed, moved her look from him to take it back on the same direction less than a minute later.
Scorpius Malfoy attended Hogwarts since five years.
Scorpius Malfoy was Draco Malfoy's son, arrogant and popular.
Scorpius Malfoy sat everyday on lake's shore, hoping to meet the sky colored eyes of the girl who, everyday, used to read sat under the oak's shade "History of Hogwarts", munching some crackers.
The only one thing that neither of them knew was that they both went everyday on the lake's shore for the same reason.
Stupid, meaningless, human pride.
This little, unpretentious flashfic has the only one aim to tell the shy, unripe infatuation of two adolescent.
Hoping you could like it, the verdict is yours.