Blue skies, dancing sunshine, green grasses, perfect weather - it sounds really relaxing, but I am not enjoying all of these now. I feel tensed and nervous, as if I'm waiting for some miracle to happen.

My brain and heart are currently fighting about something I'm not even sure is worth it. It's all I've been thinking about, and it's distracting me from all of my classes. I've never felt this before, you know. This is a completely different feeling. It's rather depressing - even more depressing than getting E's in two subjects in the O.W.L.S. I mean, Rose Weasley never gets anything rather than O's.

I tell myself I could do better everyday, but it just keeps on getting worse. I know this feeling, I've read about this stuff in books, but never in my life I had imagined it would happen. And I never thought it would be this hard.

I'm in sixth year now. I expected better behavior from myself, but I can't help it. I can't help falling for a best friend, who in turn, hasn't the slightest idea I like him. I can't help seeing those sparks in his eyes whenever he smiles. I can't help feeling safe and secure whenever he puts his arms around me. I can't help being giddy and excited whenever he asks me to go to Hogsmeade with him during weekends. I can't help staring at him whenever he's not looking. I can't help noticing small details about him (like how his eyebrows meet whenever he's focused on something, how quiet he can be, or how he likes his coffee).

He's smart and all, but I just can't believe he hasn't figured this out yet, after one long year.

This is why I'm here, in the meadow near Hogsmeade, trying to decide whether I would tell him my feelings and risk our friendship. Because really, it's just so heartbreaking thinking about all the consequences. I can picture Scorpius avoiding me in the hallways - sweet Merlin, I wouldn't want that.

I stood up and started to go to the castle. Not that I've made my decision, but I really need to go to class. And anyway, Scorpius must be waiting for me. It's the only class we have together today.

Instead, I bumped into Albus.

"Rose," Albus said eagerly. "How long do you plan to keep it secret?"

Aside from me, Albus Potter, the cousin I trust most, was the only one who knows about my secret.

"A while," I muttered.

"What? You should tell him now, Rose. I mean, who knows? Maybe he likes you too, secretly."

My eyes suddenly landed on Albus', waiting him to laugh out loud. Instead, I saw that he was serious. I mean, I must admit that was funny, because really, the idea of Scorpius liking me is really... silly.

I laughed sarcastically. "Nice."

"Seriously! I'd pay you 10 galleons if you tell him this week." Albus smirked.

"Albus," I said matter-of-factly, "Our friendship is worth than 10 galleons. I wouldn't want to bet on that."

"But Rose, you have to tell him right now, or he'll find someone else."

"He'll... he'll runaway, Al. He'll runaway and avoid me."

"And you know this because...?"

"Because," I sighed, "He's my best friend. I've known him for about 5 years already. We know each other inside-out."

"But, wouldn't you want to risk? I mean, if he's your best friend, surely he won't leave you?"

I smiled. Albus Potter really knows what to say, even if what he says is complete utter bullshit.

"I'll... I promise I'll talk to him later." I said, feeling a little bit sick.

"Great." Albus smirked and walked off.

Bloody hell. What am I supposed to do now? Whenever I make a promise, I keep it. It's a shame Albus knows me too damn well.

"Rosie!"

My heart seem to have stopped when I heard that familiar voice calling my name. I turned around and see Scorpius Malfoy, tall, blond, pale and handsome, running towards me.

I laughed. He looked so cute.

"And why, may I ask, are you laughing? Is there something on my face?" He asked jokingly.

"As a matter of fact, yes, there's a cockroach on your face - oh wait, that was just your face, sorry." I giggled.

"Now, that's just mean." He rolled his eyes.

I smiled. He smiled. My heart melts.

"Listen, Scorpius, meet me at the meadow after classes. Is that all right with you?" I can feel my heart pounding very loudly. This is it. This is it...

"Sure, Rosie. Now let's go to class."

Oh fuck.

I can't do this. I can't. I really can't do this. I'm going to die. I am dying. I wish I was dead. I wish I never make that impulsive promise. I wish I hadn't bumped into Albus a while ago and make that stupid promise. I wish I was -

"Sorry, Rosie, McGonagall had to talk to me about Head duties." He walked toward me with the smile I'm so familiar with.

"No, no - it's really okay. I mean, you didn't have to come here anyway. It was just a mere suggestion." I gulped, hoping he wouldn't see I'm being anxious about this whole thing.

He smirked. "So, are we here to watch the sunset?"

"Actually... no. I - I came here to tell you s-something." I stammered. I was trembling and my knees and hands were shaking.

This was it. The moment that will change our lives forever.

"And what's that?" he asked curiously.

I gulped.

Closed my eyes, and counted to ten.

"Scorpius, I know this will be a bit of a shock, but -"

"It probably won't. What could be more -"

"I like you."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I looked at him. He was staring at me with expressionless eyes. The smile and the excitement of his face was gone. It was now blank and clueless.

My heart was pounding so fast and loudly, it was as if I was going to have a heart attack. It hurt, too, because based from his expression, I know this won't be good. I know for a fact that I won't like this, and it will break my heart.

5 seconds... 10 seconds... 15 seconds...

"Since when?" he asked.

"5th year. I wanted to tell you, Scorpius. I just didn't have the courage to -"

"Well, you shouldn't have told me this, Rose!" he said angrily. "You do know this could change things, do you?"

I nodded.

"Don't," he paused, unable to find the words. "Don't expect me to look at you the same! I'm sorry, but I think you know me too well to confess something like that! This - this is rubbish, Rose!"

He stomped off faster than I can blink my eye.

If this is what you call heartbreak, I would never want to experience it for as long as I live.

At this point, I've come to a realization: Albus Potter was wrong. And I was right.