A/N: This just came to me. I wrote it down. I edited. I posted. Not much was involved in the makings of this story. So…Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? Wait-don't answer that.
I was sitting on the window sill, crying her eyes out. And the reason why was simple. It started a 'J,' had dark black hair, cold silver eyes, and a penchant for ruining the lives of Weasley girls.
Johnson Parkinson
Her boyfriend dumped her. And for her best friend Sadie, nonetheless! They told her and then snogged to give her proof after she expressed disbelief at the fact that they would do that to her. Then she had to run to her double potions, wiping her eyes all the while so as not be humiliated when she walked in late. Not that it would've helped.
So I got 5 points taken from Gryffindor, and was forced to have Johnson's best bud/roommate, Lysander, be my potions partner (since I came late I couldn't sit next to one of my friends, and was forced to sit with that good for nothing Slytherine by default). Lysander then proceeded to tease and make fun of Me (I know, making fun of a Weasley again. Get real and grow up, Lysander!) For coming in late with tear stains on my face, and then He said, and I quote, "No wonder Johnson dumped you for that hottie Sadie McAllister. Bet she'll actually let him out of her sight, unlike you." and laughed in my face when those tearstains were washed away with a fresh set of tears.
I mean, sure, it wasn't like it was the best relationship ever. And it's not like she wasn't going to break up with him. But come on! Seriously, if you want to break up with a girl, say it to her face, and then snog her BFF-not vice versa. Really, he and his stupid family are so pureblood proud. You'd think mommy and daddy would've taught him to show pride in other areas, right? It's not like they have any other children, on plan on it. Even if they did mess up with him, they should've at least tried to-
Oops-Sorry, went off a little bit there. So. Window sill. Yeah so I was sitting in an empty classroom before dinner, but after sitting in on my cousins' Quidditch practice like always (Only I actually paid attention this time, out of depression and lack of homework this weekend). And then- Enter Scorpius, stage left.
"Hey, Rose. Did you take any notes during potions today? I sorta fell…asleep. Hey Rose, are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?"
"Should I answer that? Come here."
So then I proceeded to burst into tears, and let myself be pulled into Scorpius's warm, toned, hot, sexy…um, I mean his chest. I don't like him, okay? I mean, he's my best friend, except for Al, and I do hear what girls say about him being so sweet. Granted, I usually wanna punch those girls in the face but…um, moving on.
" Shhh, it'll be okay, Rosie. He didn't deserve you anyway. I know you know that."
"You don't know what I know."
"But was I right?"
"Yes. But it was only a fluke- you'll go back to being your delightfully ignorant self later."
"See, there's that gorgeous, hilariously truthful, snarky, smart, sporty-hey, have you ever realized how many 's' adjectives there are? Oh right- moving on- Rose I know and love."
"Love? Gorgeous? Scor, what are you talking about?"
He smirked a little bit. He whistled some snazzy tune. I pulled back a little bit, but enough to let his hands still rest on my shoulders, while putting my hands on my hips and saying:
"Well, are you going to tell me or not?"
"Depends. Do you like me back?"
"Depends. Are you gonna kiss me or not?"
And then…he did. For hours. Well, actually, it was only seventeen seconds, but really, who cares? He kissed me! And not in a dream this time! Umm, not that I've dreamt about this or anything…moving on.
"Are you still hung up on your breakup with Parkinson?"
"Who?"
