Declaimer: I don't own everything you recognize.
I was supposed to lear for my exam, but I got this idea and I just had to write this. Let me know what you think about it.
Almost everything
It was Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday, the Muggles were singing. Sun was shining, birds were singing… Beautiful day for a wedding. So beautiful it was almost painfully cliché.
Yet, he ws standing here, at the altar, next to his bride.
"We gathered today…"
Ah, the ceremony started. He looked at the woman next to him.
She was a redhead. (he's always got thing for the redheads, ever since he saw her on the platform)
She was beautiful. (who wouldn't want a beautiful wife?)
She was smart. (let's be honest, he couldn't stand stupid people)
She played Quidditch. (he was breathing Quidditch, his wife needed at least understand the rules)
She was half Weasley! (and, suprisingly, his father didn't mind)
"Do you, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, take…"
She was everything he thought his wife would be. Well, almost everything.
Her eyes were green, not blue. (He always prefered blue to green, even though he was a bloody Slytherin)
Hes hair was short and straight, not long and curly. (he loved playing with her hair, twisting it around his fingers…)
She was too girly. (she loved Celestina Werback, for Merlin's sake!)
She didn't understand sarcasm. (and she did. Hell, she didn't know how to talk without it!)
She was too nice. (she would be nice to Voldemort!)
She just wasn't his Rose.
His feisty, witty, sarcastic, Quidditch obssesed, book addicted Rose.
"I do."
She was sitting in the back watching her best friend getting married. To her cousin of all people. She was watching her smiling happily.
(After all, she was marrying her Scorpius. It was Lily who got the happy ending in this Romeo-and-Julia like romance.)
If only she realized earlier that she loved him…
But she didn't. It was too late.
And now she's sitting here, watching him getting married to another, breaking her heart in a process.
Karma is a bitch.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Scorpius never saw a single tear that escaped her eye.