Yayayay, finally writing LilyScorp, which is a pairing I adore with all my heart. This was written for the lola's 10 drabbles, 10 topics challenge on HPFC. I own nothing.
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She's like a little porcelain doll, with her wavy copper hair and creamy skin, sitting with her back straight, ankles crossed and hands folded neatly in her lap, he thinks as the afternoon sun falls upon her white flowered dress.
She's ten and he's eleven and they're in one of the drawing rooms of Malfoy Manor for a 'reconciliation meal' with their parents and they're sat opposite each other.
Burnt sienna eyes meet cool grey for the first time. "So," she asks, "what house do you want to be sorted into?"
And, just like that, all awkward barriers are broken and they're maybe sort-of friends.
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"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouts to the hall. The silence that follows is deafening.
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She's like a little porcelain doll, but a damaged one at that, a china doll teetering on the edge of falling and shattering into nothingness. Her copper hair is unbrushed and messy with a single emerald streak, her black rimmed burnt sienna eyes are filled with the spark of rebellion, her lips are painted crimson and she hasn't a care in the world of who's watching her anymore. She's fifteen years old and the strain of being the perfect Potter daughter has finally got to her. She's bedded practically the whole of the male population of Hogwarts and she hasn't written to her parents in months.
But she's beautiful and she's so reminiscent of the little girl with the whole world ahead of her who wore white flowered dresses and dreamed of the future and Scorpius thinks he might be in love with her.
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It starts simply with the Black Lake, a ripple of sunlight on water and an impulsive kiss and the revelation that she loves him back.
It ends with a happily ever after.