A/N Here is the next chapter, for me it's a bit of a filler but it's also needed at the same time because of the differences from the other chapters, cause this will be the only chapter that is built up this way. But like a wrote in the last chapter, the differences makes it unique and whole. I hope you like it. A/N
Chapter 14: The notebook.
Rose sat in the charms classroom, listening to Professor Abbott. They were learning about the nonverbal spell again, trying to get better at them. They had been training with the spell lumos and Rose was the first one to get it right this time, but Scorpius was near too.
Scorpius...
He kissed her yesterday...
As she thought of that, she started to blush. She hadn't been thinking about it today until now, and the worst thing was that he sat beside her. That meant that she couldn't hide her blush. Yesterday he had said that he loved when she blushed, but she didn't like it a bit. Luckily for her, the lesson was about to end and as everyone else was walking out of the room, Scorpius said goodbye to her and kissed her on the cheek.
"She you at lunch", he said and leaved the room and Rose was about to do the same, Albus went up to her.
"What were you doing?", asked Albus.
"He kissed me on the cheek, are you blind?", asked Rose.
"Why did he do that?", asked Albus.
"Have you already forgotten, he is my boyfriend", Rose said.
"You have to break up with him, do you hear me!", Albus shouted.
"Yes Albus, I hear you perfect, but I'm not going to break up with the one I love", Rose said, rather angry.
"You'll find a new one", he said.
"Albus, have you ever been in love?", Rose asked.
"Of course, I've been together with three girls this year", he said.
"That's the point, you've never been in love", she said.
"What are you saying, I've been in love!, he said.
"Not true love, if you had ever been in true love, you wouldn't say it like that", she said.
"Like if that is true love, you have to break up with him", he said.
"No Albus, I'm NOT going to break up with him", she said.
"Okay then, fine. But don't come to me crying when you're alone, because he'll break up with you, sooner or later", he said.
"Albus, why do you hate Scorpius, you didn't mind him before", she said.
"That was before he got together with you", he said and walked out of the classroom. Rose sighed. Poor Albus, he didn't know what true love was yet. As she was about to leave, she saw a small dark brown notebook made of leather at Scorpius desk. She picked it up and opened the first side, his name was written there. It had probably been hidden under his spellbook and his parchment, and unknowingly left it behind. She took the notebook with her as she went to her next lesson, Study of Ancient Runes. She walked through the halls filled with students and went into the classroom. She was the first one there even though she was the last one that left the last lesson. She sat down at her ordinary place in the front and opened the book again, reading the first side.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't velate (1)
And you're still here
She gasped, this was a book of poetry, and it was written by Scorpius. She read the poem again and smiled a little. He wrote about her, she felt like if he was sitting next to her, he was to sweet. Around the text, there was drawings, a few summer flowers bonded together. She went to the next page, it was a picture of, a small boy dreaming, and in the visible dreamworld, was a girl, with red hair. It was her, and the boy was Scorpius. Her hair was the only thing in the book with color and as she wanted to know the meaning of this, she read the text.
You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better then your dreams
She couldn't believe it, was reality better then his dreams. She felt special wen she was reading it, he really cared about her, now she knew that Albus was wrong, if Scorpius really didn't love her, why did he write this then? She turned page and read the next text.
Where there is great LOVE...
… there are always MIRACLES
She looked at the drawn picture. She saw the back of two people, a boy and a girl. The boy was dressed in what looked to be a green tuxedo and his hair was completely white. The girl had a red dress, wings of and angel and the same red hair as the last picture. They held hands and where inside a heart. It was her and Scorpius again. How much time did it take to make this book? The feeling that he did it just for her was special. She turned a few pages and read again.
Your lips so soft and red,
the thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.
Your beauty so bright and warm,
shinning through the darkest storm...
This had too be a new one, because the first time they kissed way yesterday, and the poem didn't have a picture yet. She turned page again and read;
It's that look in your eyes
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by
And I know I'm in a better place...
She was on the verge of tears, how could he write such beautiful poems? She never knew it about him, but this made her love him even more, to know more about his sweet, innocent and emotional side of his personality. She turned a few pages and came to the last one, after this one, there were only blank spaces, waiting to be filled. She saw that this poem had drawing, there were one red rose without thorns. The rose were surrounded by white roses with thorns and what looked like drops of blood. Beside the red rose, was a black one, with thorns too. She read the final poem.
Everyone says that roses are red, but they're not right
A rose can have many colors, and is not always pretty
They can have thorns that makes you bleed and cry...
...But not mine
My Rose is thornless, she never makes me cry
She never make sad or hurt
She's the opposite
And she's red, like a rose is supposed to be
My red Rose, is the opposite of me
But that's what make us whole
She couldn't hold it back anymore, tears were streaming down her cheeks. He used the sentence she said yesterday, opposites makes a whole. She looked up from the book and saw a few of her classmates going into the classroom. She closed the book and whispered;
"I love you too", as she thought of Scorpius.
A/N (1) Velate is Italian and means conceal or cover. And I know that thornless isn't a word, but it's poetry. If you want to know, I didn't make everything myself, everything except the Rose poem is found on the internet.
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