Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine.

Rose Weasley is perfect.

Right?

Rose Weasley is at the top of her class. She is oh so smart, and she is just so sweet. So sweet, and kind and caring, and unbelievably funny.

Right?

Rose Weasley is daddy's little girl, and mother's darling angel. Rose Weasley would never, never go behind her parents back to do anything.

Right?

Well, wrong. Because for all that Rose Weasley wants to be perfect, and smart, and sweet, and the apple of her parents eye… She wants him more.

Rose watches him, from across the room, talking with his friends and some girl, some stupid little gorgeous doll, always a different one, and she just wished that he would look back. She wishes that maybe, just maybe, when she looks away, he'll be the one looking at her, and wishing for her.

She watches how he runs his fingers through his hair, his breathtaking, silvery blond hair, and wishes that she was the one running her fingers through his hair.

Rose wants to be able to sit next to him, talk to him, dream about him, without being ridiculed or scrutinized. She wants her cousins to not care that she wants him. She wants to be able to whisper his name without people thinking she's gone off the deep end.

Scorpius.

They had a moment once, not that he even probably remembered, two years ago, back in their 4th year. They were both running late to Charms, and he covered for her so that she wouldn't be in trouble. Later, she tried to catch his eye, but he didn't look at her.

And of course, there was the time last year, as a 5th year, when he had seen her passing in the hallway and stuck out his foot. He tried to trip her. She spent weeks analyzing it, trying to make sense of it. Her mother had always told her that when a boy teases you, it's because he likes you. So was that it? Did he like her? Or did he just like to tease her? Or did he just do it to make fun of her with his friends and his stupid harem of girls?

Now she sits with her family outside, doing what she always does. Thinking of him. And looking at him, as he sits under an oak tree, studying. Suddenly, someone jolts her from her thoughts.

"Hey, Rose," Nicholas Greengrass says. Rose looks at him, curious. He is Scorpius' cousin, but he's in Ravenclaw. He looks really nervous, twirling his thumbs.

"Um, hey," Rose says, wondering what he wants.

"I was just wondering, if maybe you wanted to come with me to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"

She looks at him for a moment, wondering if he is serious. But hey, why not?

"Sure."

"What am I doing? What am I DOING?" Rose thinks, as Nicholas entwines his fingers in her hair, pulling her even closer to him. Finally, she pushes him away.

"I don't want to do this." She says, and leaves him there, alone in the closet with the brooms and mops.

As she steps out, Scorpius Malfoy, of course, is there staring at her. She feels her face flush, and her heart quicken, but she ignores it. She just walks away, smoothing down her hair, and reapplying her lip gloss. No one, except maybe Scorpius, will suspect a thing. But even that will pass, because Rose Weasley doesn't stand out. Rose Weasley conforms.

Because Rose Weasley is perfect.

Right?

UGH UGH UGH. Wow. I haven't written on here in so long. Not even sure if I like this story, BUT I really just wanted to get something up, so I'm putting it on before I change my mind. So let me know whatcha think!

-LTTW