It's funny...you'd think I'd learn from my mistakes, you'd think that, as daughter of the famously intelligent Hermione Granger, I'd be too smart to fall for you again.
Maybe it was your way with words that drew me in, or the smoldering glances and heated conversations in the common room late at night that were gone before I
really knew they were even there. Maybe it was the fact that despite all these months of waiting and watching you (with girl after girl) I still had hope; hope that you'd
changed, hope that you'd finally realized how perfect I was for you and how effortlessly we fit together like missing puzzle pieces found years later in a dusty corner
underneath the bed, old and reused time and time again- but right. I should have known when you started blowing me off, started making excuses. I should have listened, when Albus
and James warned me you'd only hurt me again. I should have stayed away from what would inevitably cause my carefully reconstructed heart to shatter into the millions
of fragments I worked so hard to bring back together, the heart no amount of magic spells could fix. But I believed, and I was a naïve little girl hoping that the one she loved most finally
felt the same.
So here we are.
You, the beautiful boy with the captivating gray eyes that carelessly plays with girls and draws them in and makes them feel and tortures and breaks them.
And me.
The one that keeps on falling and falling even though she knows there isn't going to be a soft landing waiting for her because honestly, when you're involved- there never is. Someday
you'll realize that love is not like a game of quidditch, there are real feelings and emotions involved and maybe you'll start to care, but someday is too far away. For now all I can do is
smile and pretend, all I can try to do is move on from you: the only boy in my life, though I'm sure I'm not the only girl in yours, that had the ability to capture my heart like it's the snitch
(you were always the best seeker in our year) and make me believe. And it's funny because I told myself that this was going to happen, I told myself never to fall for you again and
that I, Rose Weasley, daughter of 2/3 of the Golden Trio, was too strong to be played with like a useless toy. And in the end I realize as I watch you walk away with Daffodil Parkinson (what
kind of name is Daffodil anyway for a brute like her?), that all I am now is a broken hearted girl trying my best to forget and move on from the greatest love and greatest tragedy (in my
opinion) that's ever happened to me. But even after everything, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, there is no regret- never regret- because after all, once upon a time you were all I ever wanted.