LysanderRoxanne
When Lysander asks her out, she is ecstatic.
Lysander Scamander is fourth years older than her, in the seventh year, and a hot-headed Gryffindor Quidditch star. What's more, he's so handsome, with honey blonde hair and emerald green eyes that glint, twinkle, every moment or so.
Their relationship is magical, even to Roxanne who has known magic since forever. He is the best kisser she has met yet, and she has met plenty good kissers for a third year.
Summer brings an unfortunate surprise.
Lysander kisses her under the big oak tree beside the greenhouses, whispers in her ear he'll write, that he won't forget her.
He does.
By September, she works up the nerve to write him a long letter, mostly demanding why he hasn't kept his promise.
He answers by nine words she'll never forget.
You were too young. The relationship wouldn't work, sorry.
Her roommates don't comfort her. They don't like Roxanne Weasley too much – she's the perfectionist whose sharp tongue gets her in trouble loads, the one who gets all the good-looking boys.
They laugh behind her back, gossip about her.
Some direct their spite to her face. Psycho, bipolar, whore, they whisper to her with leers.
They are so used to hurting her that they don't stop to think that she's a perfectly breakable person.
One day, Roxanne is walking in Hogsmeade alone.
Even her friends, a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, are avoiding her. She saw them in the Hog's Head, where they love to go, turn their heads at the view of her passing on High Street.
She suddenly feels a hand on her shoulder and yelps.
"It's me, Roxie," says a familiar voice.
"Don't touch me," she snarls, but then realises he is not the Scamander twin she despises. Her shoulders sag.
"Sorry, Lorc," Roxanne sighs. "I'm weird this year, I know."
The former Ravenclaw stares at her with his large grey eyes and runs a hand through his dark blonde hair.
"No matter," he smiles.
Roxanne's never seen Lorcan Scamander grin in her Hogwarts years.
He pulls her close into a tight embrace.
"We all have our bad days," he whispers, "And my brother can be a prat sometimes."
Lorcan kisses her lips gently.
"But I don't think you're too young, Roxanne."
Well, I decided to republish this, and here I am :)
Hopefully, I'll finish this time - next up is ScorpiusRose.