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Just a silly drabble I wrote just then. It's in a sort of weird POV, not sure why I wrote it in this way. Hope it's still okay-ish to read though.
You can't remember when it began exactly.
You don't know if it's always been there- lurking deep inside since you were a kid of eleven, when you first saw her at Kings Cross Station or if it suddenly dawned on you one day in a sudden fit of madness...
You figure it must be the latter...For you would have to be mad to feel all that you do at this precise moment. You would have to be mad to believe, actually believe, that you like her.
Rose, freaking, Weasley.
Deep in the back of your mind you know that it would probably never work out. Least of all because of who you both are or rather who your families are.
A Malfoy and a Weasley?
That's blasphemy of the highest kind.
You have always been somewhat rebellious in your demeanour, though. You know your father, Draco, would dismiss your feelings toward her as a cry for more attention or another way to piss him and Astoria (your mum) off; they would both say that you would tire of Rose quickly. That as soon as you realised the attraction she held for you was only something akin to a forbidden fruit or something like that, you would stop liking her at once.
You wishthat's what it was.
You wish that you saw her as a mean to piss of your parents (and whoever else). Alas, that's just an added bonus to sweeten the deal.
Malfoy's are used to the best. The best clothes, brooms, food, the best stationary and best grades... So it only makes sense that you would want her. Like her.
Out of all the girls in the school, to you, she is the best. She's intelligent, attractive. And just so... Rose.
She's not without her flaws, you know that better then anyone.
(But then, you Scorpius, being the perfect specimen you are, have enough perfection for the both of you, right?)
She's crassy, rude, loud, blunt and sarcastic. She can go from being simpering and sweet to a total nightmare a second later- yet you like her despite it all. You may even love her.
Now you know you're mental.
While at the moment you reckon it's best to leave things as they are, you and her just distant acquaintances, co-heads... Insulting each other every chance you can…
You know that one day, somehow, most illogically, you will strike up the nerve to ask her out.
Deep down, you have a feeling that she will say yes.
It may not last forever, it may not even last a week; but then again maybe it will. Who knows? You're no seer. (You think Divinations a load of shite anyway)
All you know is that at the moment she's everything to you, as completely pathetic as that may sound. You both are stubborn, and determined; so if anyone can make it work out, for good, the two of you can.
And that, that one thought or hope, whatever it is, makes you feel so freaking happy that you find you really don't give a shit what your parents, or her parents, or anyone else in the whole sodding world thinks. Because it's worth it. She'sworth it.
Because Malfoy's are used to getting the best.
Because Rose Weasley is the best.
And you like her. A lot.
Somehow that's all that matters.
It was not my intention to write even well in this drabble, or to even really make sense, it was more an exercise to see if I could get into the mind of Scorpius. I don't think I succeeded very well, but, hey. I tried. :) Please review! I'd really love to hear some thoughts. Even if it is just a drabble :P