A/N: OK, I know that this isn't canon or some such crap, but…. I DON'T CARE. Um, also, this fic introduces one of my favorite Harry Potter OC's, Blaire Zabini. Her parents are Blaise and Pansy, and she's in Slytherin with Scorpius and Albus (POOR ROSE, ALL ALONE IN GRYFFINDOR…except for her million cousins HAHAHA.) Anyway enjoy!
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I look up to see Dominique rushing in, her pale strawberry blonde curls slightly frazzled.
"Hiya, Nikka," I say, putting my Potions book on the ground, "What's up?"
"Oh, my God," she whispers, sliding to the ground next to me, "he's glorious, you know."
"Who is it this time, Nikka?" I ask. Every week, my cousin and best girlfriend has a new boyfriend.
"No, but he really is," she murmurs, "those abs, good God."
"Who?" I ask. I'm getting impatient with my crazy cousin.
"Scorpius Malfoy," she sighs. I stare at her.
What? Scorpius? My Scorpius? Not your Scorpius, you've never done anything to make him "your Scorpius," I think to myself.
"Oh." I say, feeling… not hurt. No. I promised myself on the first day of Hogwarts that I would never fall for him. Swore to myself. Made myself not look into those gorgeous metallic silver eyes. Not to stare at the white-blond hair. Not to gasp when he jokingly shoved me on the way to class. To keep our competitiveness to just grades.
"Rose? Are you listening to me?" Dominique asks.
"Uh, no, sorry, what'd you say?" I question.
"I said, rumor has it he's going to break up with Blaire Zabini… for yours truly!" she squeals the last part of her sentence. I swallow.
"G-great, Nikka," I choke out. She beams.
"Gotta go! Love ya!" she calls, before running out of the common room.
What? He can't leave Blaire for Dominique. No one leaves Blaire Zabini for anyone. She's simply gorgeous, of course. Her hair is soft and lightly curly and caramel colored. Her skin is café-au-lait and incredibly smooth. She doesn't have freckles across her nose, or crazy auburn frizzy hair. Her eyes aren't boring and blue, but huge and amber. She's not thin as a twig, and has an actual figure.
Dominique is pretty, too – curly strawberry blonde hair, pale skin, green eyes. A figure. I sigh and look at my potions notes, but all I can do is stare at the thin, slanting letters in Scorpius's handwriting: Hey Weasley, talk to your cousin Dominique for me, yeah? I'd glared at him and written back, No! Listen to Professor Slughorn; you'll get us in trouble. He'd pouted, and slid right up next to me.
"Don't you love me?" He'd breathed into my ear. I'd swallowed.
"Of course not, Malfoy," I muttered, pushing him away.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Weasley! No talking in class!" Professor Slughorn's deep voice burst out. Albus and Scorpius, both Slytherin gits, snickered at my expression.
Don't you love me? Simple sentence. He'd meant it as a friend, of course.
Not as anything more.
Of course not.
Why would he?
Why would he leave Blaire (and maybe Nikka) for someone skinny and redheaded and blue-eyed like me? One of his best friends, who punched Olivia Wood when she snickered, "Death Eater spawn," in his direction.
And I can't ruin Nikka's happiness like that. What kind of best friend would I be?
Rumor has it Rose Weasley is officially in love with Scorpius Malfoy, that idiot.
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Hey everyone! Hope you all enjoyed my 2nd fic. Reviews are like giant dancing cookies! But better! Anyway, hope everyone liked this