There she goes...
Rose Weasley. Scorpius Malfoy. If only.
I'll watch her walk past. Her gorgeous red hair flying out behind her. I'll watch her studying. The concentration on her face. I'll watch her smile talking to one of her friends. Her perfect white teeth flashing.
I'll never talk to her. I'll never kiss her. I'll never hold her hand, or smile at her jokes.
Why?
Because I'm a Malfoy. She's a Weasley. It doesn't get much simpler.
Certain things are expected of me, and going out with Rose Weasley is not one of them. My parents were mad enough I'm friends with a Potter.
Albus says I just don't have the courage to ask her out.
I do. I just prefer to admire her from a distance.
That's all.
There she goes again...
Based on the song 'There She Goes' by The La's. Scorpius admiring Rose. From a distance.
That girl on the windowsill. X