Every touch. Every kiss. Every whispered word. Rose remembers them all. She remembers his strong arms wrapped around her waist, never letting go. She remembers the way he would laugh at her jokes, even if they weren't funny. She remembers the way she couldn't help but smile when he would walk her way. She remembers falling in love with him.
She still sees him looking her way. She still feels that same spark every time he accidently brushes past her. She still sighs when he enters her mind. A jealous pang still hits her whenever she sees him even looking at another girl. She still melts every time he looks her way. She still loves him.
Every touch. Every kiss. Every whispered word. Scorpius remembers them all. He remembers her soft smile when he spoke. He remembers the way she would tenderly flick a blonde strand from his face. He remembers wanting to spend every waking moment with her. He remembers falling in love with her.
He still sees her face when he ended it. He still feels that he made a mistake. He still hates his father for making him do so. He still hates it when she talks to other guys. He still thinks of her when he wakes up. He still loves her.
She could always see through his lies. She sits now, waiting. Waiting for him to come back. To whisper those three sweet words, while holding her tight. She's waiting still. Waiting for him to drop the mask. Waiting for him to claim his personality; to accept himself.
She is Rose Weasley. He is Scorpius Malfoy. And they fell in love.
Author's Note: Written for XxrandomxX on the Drabble Request Board. Enjoy (=