Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Ok, so I have 100 prompts, and I thought I'd base them around Lucy Weasley, as she's probably one of the most unappreciated Weasley grandchildren. This will perhaps give you an insight to how I feel Lucy would be - hope you enjoy!:)
#"I'm tired of fighting, of talking, of thinking. I'm tired of everything." "Are you tired of me?" "You're the reason why. It's you that I can't stop thinking and talking about. It's my love for you that I can't stop fighting. It's you, it's always you and it always will be you."
Turning slowly red with fury, I hid my face behind my hands and intended to stay that way for a while yet. He poked me with his quill. He nudged me. He tapped me every five seconds. He kicked my leg. He tried to physically detatch my face from my hands. But I couldn't bear to look at him.
"I swear, if you've hurt her..." I heard a snippet of a new voice; James?
"What do you mean? I don't know why she's like this!" He snapped back at my cousin.
"Well, why else would she be going into depression?"
"Leave off, Potter, why would I hurt her? She's like a sister to me."
There was a shuffle of footsteps and then I felt breathing on my face. Someone was very close indeed. I prayed to Merlin it wasn't him as I opened my eyes. James had his face shoved up close to mine and was examining me like I was in a doctor's surgery.
"You okay, Luce? Want me to beat up Malfoy?" He asked, a hint of eagerness in his tone.
The offer was tempting. I turned to look at Scorpius.
"Can you just give us a moment alone please?" I asked.
"Yeah, Malfoy, off you go," James sneered.
"No, James, I meant can you give me and Scorpius a moment alone?"
"Oh. Oh, right. Yeah... Sure."
James got up and left and Scorpius shifted closer to me. I turned and looked him straight in the eye. Was there something there? An emotion? Guilt? Understanding? Confusion? Or was it the same that I felt?
"I'm tired of fighting, of talking, of thinking. I'm tired of everything."
"Are you tired of me?"
"You're the reason why. It's you that I can't stop thinking and talking about. It's my love for you that I can't stop fighting. It's you, it's always you and it always will be you."
Scorpius looked at me with wide eyes. Did those words really just escape my lips? I looked back at him with shock. Apparently James felt the same as he stumbled through the doorway.
