Whenever I had seen Rose Weasley with her eyes closed and wetness on her face, it had been sadness that made it so. When Professor McGonagall had died. When she had been furious with me (often). When people had teased her on her first day at Hogwarts because of her hair. All sadness.
But as I walked the grounds that rainy day, I saw a figure in the distance. It was a girl; I could tell by the feminine laughter. It was quiet, yet you could tell it was joyful. I got closer, and saw a very wet Rose, with her arms held out and head thrown back. Her eyes were closed, yet not clenched the way I had always seen them. They were calm. A small smile on her face. And her face was wet, but not with tears. With rain. That was the first time I saw Rose Weasley look truly beautiful. That was the first time I saw her cry without tears.
That was the first time I saw the true Rose Weasley.
Author's note: Sorry, I know Hatred is Temporary isn't done yet, but it's my birthday and I can do what I want. I was going to my room to read (POA) and I just kinda thought of this. I did a while ago, but I've written it today. Tell me if you like my little Scorpius-POV-One-Shot, please. It's cheesy or whatever, but I really don't care. Thanks to my favourite inspiration; You know who you are.