The Flower
They fell in love standing on a bridge in the middle of the park, and neither of them meant for it to happen.
"One, two, three, what do you wish?" Rose Weasley whispered, clutching her muggle coin tightly in her fist, and she was fifteen and wide-eyed and breathtakingly lovely, and the girl holding her hand knew it.
"What do I wish, what do I wish," Dominique sang under her breath. Her hair hung in ringlets down her back - black hair, not red like her father's or blonde like her mother's, because they weren't her father and mother, her birth parents hadn't wanted her and her birth grandparents hadn't wanted her but the Weasleys wanted her, Rose wanted her, and what was the harm in returning the sentiments?
"Come on, Nicki. One, two, three." Rose had one hand braced against the wooden railing; the sun caught the silver band around her middle finger, and Dominique couldn't tell whether it was the sudden shining light or the girl herself that was dazzling her.
"I want a flower," Dominique said. "I wish for a flower." She dropped her coin into the pond.
"A flower," Rose repeated. "You could've wished for anything, and you wished for a bloody flower?"
Dominique shrugged. "It has a good chance of coming true, doesn't it?" she said. "We're in a park, there are flowers everywhere."
"Still. Dream big, Nicki." Rose threw her coin as far across the pond as she could. "I wish someone would fall in love with me," she said as the coin disappeared.
As they walked away from the bridge, Rose veered off to the left where a patch of daisies had been planted around a flagpole. She stooped and picked one with a flourish. "For you," she said, tucking the daisy behind Dominique's ear. "Your flower. A daisy from a Rose."
"Thank you," Dominique said, and she forced herself to smile, because that wasn't what she'd meant at all.
There was a kiss a year later on the same bridge in the middle of the park, and neither of them meant for that to happen, either.
"One, two, three, what do you wish?" Rosie asked, and she was sixteen and pale and lovely and Dominique still adored her.
"I wish for a flower," she said, and dropped her muggle coin into the water.
"Always a flower with you," Rose said, shaking her head fondly, and Dominique looked down so her cousin wouldn't see the truth in her eyes. "I wish for a forbidden romance," she said, tossing her own coin.
(Dominique couldn't help wondering if she'd made that wish on purpose, if she knew, or suspected, or subconsciously wanted it, too.)
"Nicki?" Rose asked, putting a hand on her shoulder, and the skin there tingled and burned and felt absolutely electric. "Are you okay?"
Dominique stared at the ground again. "I - yes. I was just thinking about something."
"About what?"
And Dominique looked up and opened her mouth to lie, but then she realized Rosie wasn't looking at her eyes, she was looking lower, at her lips -
- and suddenly everything was instinct and heartbeats and making each other's wishes come true.
One of them had her heart broken on the park bridge, and neither of them meant for it to happen, except that one of them did.
"I wish for the truth," Dominique said bitterly, dropping her coin into the pond.
(But that was a lie. She already had the truth. She just wished it weren't true at all.)
"The truth about what?" Rosie asked.
"Hugo told me you're seeing Scorpius Malfoy."
Rose froze. "Hugo says a lot of things."
Dominique felt something in her begin to bleed. "Lily said it, too."
"Lily's full of - "
"He said, she said, who cares who said it!" Dominique's eyes were stinging. "I just want to know if it's true."
Rose clenched her jaw. "You knew we weren't going to last, Nicki. You're my bloody cousin. It was wrong."
"We're not real cousins." She was bleeding, bleeding, bleeding."Or did no one explain the adoption process to you?"
"I'm sorry if you thought we were serious," Rose snapped.
"I wish I'd never met you."
"Here, then." Rose pressed her coin into Dominique's palm. "Make it official." And she stalked away, out of the park, out of sight.
Dominique leaned over the bridge and looked at the water for a very long time. "I wish I had a flower," she whispered finally, and she let the coin fall.
Reposted from May 23, 2014
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