A/N: Gosh, thanks for all the support, everyone! It's really fantastic. Anyway, this isn't my favorite drabble. Kind of short, and the prompt was really hard. I actually had to go to a dictionary and look up the meaning. But, anyway, I hope you like it! :D

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.:Live to Love:.

.x. whitewash .x.

I am nowhere near perfect.

Some people think the one way to be beautiful, smart, talented, or even amazing is to be perfect. But it's quite stupid for them to think that, anyway. Because, to be perfect, you've got to hide your imperfections. Whitewash them. Conceal them from the outside world.

I once went out with a boy in fifth year that made me feel as if I should have been perfect to match him. Since I was best friends and cousins with Louis Weasley – who, might I add, had an eighth of veela blood in him – he had a lot of decent-looking friends who occasionally asked me out. And, when the opportunity arose, I agreed to go out with Jason Corner, trying not to be a heartbreaker.

He was the illusion of perfection. Perfect white teeth, perfectly styled black hair, perfect non-creased robes and shiny shoes. Everyone seemed to love him, and I couldn't remember hearing one bad thing said about him. He made me feel less than comfortable in my own skin, considering how I was seen around school with this wizard who was pretty much 'the greatest guy on earth'. The comparison between us was so different.

The way he carried himself made me feel like some hunchbacked sloth in the prehistoric times. The way his skin was smooth made me feel like I had to powder my face in make-up just to hide my ever-present orange freckles.

The way he was perfect made me want to be perfect too.

Nevertheless, I wasn't anywhere near happy going out with Jason Corner. All he subconsciously made me do was try and try again to be the best I could be, strive for the flawless image that was never in an arm's reach for anyone. It wasn't any surprise that after only two months I broke it off with him – he even stayed completely composed throughout my whole lengthy speech about 'staying friends' and 'keeping in touch'.

After Jason, I gave up on boys for a while.

But then came Scorpius Malfoy. I was a little skeptical, because it seemed that, to every other girl in Hogwarts, he was the illusion of perfection, just like Jason.

But, in hardcore reality, he was far from it.

He showed me he wasn't anywhere near perfect. In the mornings, he would abandon the Slytherin table and sit at the Ravenclaw table with me, not uttering a word to anyone and being a complete and total grouch. He could never seem to go a day without giving a snide look or sarcastic remark to at least one individual – it was in his blood, with a father like Draco Malfoy. And he even had one glossy, fake tooth, the real one knocked out in a Quidditch game second year.

So, now's when I ask: how does Scorpius Malfoy make me feel?

He makes me feel perfect. Like I am the best witch that has ever come upon this earth. I am on top of the world when I'm with him, the only thing that matters when we're together. And suddenly, I'm the one who's perfect, who's treated like the illusion.

Even though I'm far from it. In my opinion, he's closer to it than I will ever be. But when he whispers into my ear on a cold, stormy night that I am the most beautiful being ever to walk this planet, then I know.

I know it doesn't matter that he's not perfect. I know that it doesn't matter that I'm not perfect either. Because we're happy together, and perfection is really just a silly, unachievable illusion, anyway. We're both flawless in each other's eyes, and that's all that really matters.

Because he's simply Scorpius Malfoy, perfect for me, Rose Weasley.

And only me.

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