A/N: It's been a looooong time since I updated! But I'm back. I got this idea randomly today in dance class, so here you go. In this drabble/one-shot, Rose is talking about how much she hates Scorpius Malfoy. This one doesn't have anything to do with the ones prior to this one. They're probably fifteen in this one.
Scorpius Malfoy, I hate you.
I don't know where or when this hate started, but it's been in my heart with a fiery passion since I met you on our first train ride to Hogwarts.
I can't express with words the amount of hate I feel when I see your stupid face. You make me feel nervous, and I hate being nervous. You make everything awful and unhappy, like you've sucked all the colors out of the world and held them in your heart.
I hate your stupid hair, and how you push it out of your stupid icy eyes that reflect everything like mirrors. I hate how when you see me in the hallway, you glance and breeze past me like I am nothing. I hate how when I see you in the hallway, my shoulders slump over and I want to look away, but I can't. I hate how when we have Potions (Gryffindors and Slytherins always have Potions together, of course) you insist on being my partner just so you can snub me when I make a mistake. I hate your stupid, arrogant smirk that you use anytime possible. I hate when you're sad, and you sigh and your whole frame just collapses.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, sick to my stomach. When I see you, my stomach rolls and bile rises up my throat, and I'm worried that eventually my esophagus will rupture. (I also hate that you told me that's what happens to stupid Muggle bulimics when I didn't know for Muggle Studies.)
I wouldn't like anything better than for you to just leave. Please go away; I can't stand the sight of your face. It's almost unbearable to be in the same room as you. Please leave me be. I don't want you to notice me; I don't want recognition. Let me watch you suck all the beauty out of the world and hold it in your heart; let me feel the aching sorrow that I will never see that foreign territory: a Malfoy heart. Let every inch of my body shake when your hand brushes mine accidentally in Potions. Let me feel like nothing when you look at me.
I hate you.
What do you think? I think I will write a companion piece for this one, from Scorpius's point of view. I know I tried something a little different in this one, but I'm still experimenting trying to find my specific writing style. So, please review!!!
xx,
Moon