Hello everyone!

I don't know if I'm happy about it, but I'm definitely back. And so here's chapter 'Y', for which I got the idea thanks to Forever4. Thanks a lot!
I've also just started writing a new story, but I will only publish it when this one is complete. One chapter left, so if you have any funny, quirky, fluffy ideas for 'Z', let me know!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine and I'm definitely not making any profit of this.

Unbetaed.

Y for Young

They were young back then, and they didn't really know what they were doing. She was passionately in love with him because he was the only forbidden boy of Hogwarts. He was already sexy and good-looking, he was witty and smart, but the fact that she couldn't have him made him incredibly desirable and she threw herself in his arms as soon as she had the opportunity.
And he was madly attracted to her, because she was everything he wasn't. She had hair as fiery as her temper, she was crazy yet intelligent, she was beautiful yet funny. All the boys their age wanted her – so, naturally, he had to have her. And he did.

They did. They were Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley, the most beautiful, glamorous, fascinating couple of Hogwarts. He was ice and she was fire. They were so much more everything than the others. And it lasted for seven years after their seventh year at Hogwarts.

They were young, and they were in love with the idea of being in love. Rose looked in Scorpius's eyes and saw how extraordinary a couple they made. Scorpius stroke Rose's hair when she slept and he loved the idea of being with such a strikingly beautiful woman. They both relished the fact that all the heads turned to look at them when they walked down a street – any street, wizard or Muggle alike. Their couple always brought attention to them.

Until one evening, at a fancy restaurant in Chelsea, they realised they had nothing more to say to each other.

Rose understood that because, for the first time in ten years, she felt bored in Scorpius's company and caught herself wondering when the waiter would bring the damn dessert so that they could get over with this long evening. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she was horrified. Boredom didn't go well with her idea of passionate love. She had never thought of Scorpius as boring before. And she didn't want to think about her man as boring either. So what was wrong with her?
Scorpius, for the first time in ten years, found himself discreetly checking out the waitresses and memorizing the swaying of their black skirts tightly hugging their hips. He did that for almost all the evening and suddenly, when their waiter brought their desserts – crème brûlée for Rose and lemon pie for him – it stroke him he hadn't checked out Rose like this tonight. To be honest, he hadn't looked at her like this for days – weeks – maybe months, because he couldn't really remember feeling about her the way he'd just felt about the swaying skirts around him. He felt ashamed and he remained quiet and thoughtful for the rest of the evening. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him.

In truth, nothing was wrong with them. When they met, they were too young to know that passion didn't last forever, and that passion could turn into love after a few years. They had enjoyed the passion without wondering what would happen the day it would end. That evening, when their relationship turned from passion to love, they weren't able to recognize it. All they could do was regret the passion they had lost.

This is how Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy ended. They were just a little older than before, but they still didn't know what they were doing. He was no longer forbidden to her, and she was no longer attractive to him, and this was enough to break them up.

This one is short so even a teeny tiny review will be nice :)