Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series, I'd be too awesome to write fanfictions of it, don't you think? I'm also not one of the Brothers Grimm.
I washed all of the make-up off of my face, and I changed into my pajamas. The hair dye would fade and wear out within a few hours, so I just put it into a ponytail and sat on my bed, perusing my much-abused copy of Hogwarts: A History.
Unfortunately, every page turn said "Scorpius…Scorpius…Scorpius…" I didn't even think that the sound of pages turning could sound out multi-syllable names.
Why Scorpius? Why him? He was just a friend; someone who I could always talk to. He was nothing more than that. He kissed me, and he didn't know that it was me. But that wasn't the worst part. No, that definitely wasn't the worst part.
I kissed him back. I. Kissed. Him.
In my defense, I didn't really know it was him, I just thought that I had heard his voice before. But, in the back of my mind, didn't I really know? I kissed him voluntarily. A part of my mind wanted to kiss him.
Ok, calm down, Rose. Maybe it was just my rebellious side acting up. Yes, that had to be it. I wanted to do something that would make my father angry.
But why would I want to do that? That wasn't what I usually do. Usually, to anger my dad, I just correct his sentence structure or something like that. I don't kiss the sons of his old school enemies.
My life seemed to be in shambles.
It was only then that I saw the sun streaming through the window, other girls asleep in their beds and the blue in my hair faded away that I realized that I had fallen asleep.
That meant that I was obsessing in my sleep… again. That usually happened before a big test or something. Well, it seemed like there was going to be a life-lesson test in my near future, so that was probably the exact same thing.
There was only one thing to do: Face whatever may come in the day.
A Few Hours Later
I had basically managed to avoid talking to or sitting with Scorpius throughout the day, but the inevitable was bound to happen. Just like he was someone to talk to through all of my problems if I needed a friend, I was like that for him. I just didn't know when he was going to try and bring up the topic of the mysterious blue-haired girl.
The answer: during free period.
As I always am at that time, I was sitting by my favorite, old tree, the one that basically had a school couple's legacy.
James
Lily
George and Angelina 4ever
3
Teddy and Victoire
3
It was only now that I was trying to avoid someone I kissed that I was starting to resent that tree.
The only reason of that was because Scorpius knew that I sat in the same place everyday, and not far into the period did he come up to me.
"Hey Rose, I got a question," Scorpius said.
"Have," I corrected him.
"Huh?" he asked.
"You don't got a question, you have a question," I said, hoping that he would go ask someone else. But he knew this as my normal behavior.
"Ok, I have a question," he said. "You see, last night, I was dancing with this really amazing girl, and we ended up kissing. Trouble is, after that, she ran off."
"You know, you really shouldn't kiss a girl without her permission, Scorp," I said to him.
"No, I'm pretty sure she kissed me back," he said. Great, he noticed it, too.
"Ok," I said. "Did you say anything to offend her?"
"All I said was my name, and then she ran away," he said.
"Well, that might be a little weird for her, considering your family's history," I said.
"Hey, don't bring my family into this," he said, getting a bit defensive. "Everyone knows that the only similarity I have with any of them is the fact that I'm in Slytherin."
"Ok, calm down, Scorp. No need to get angry at me. I was just pointing it out," I said. "Let's think about looks. How was she dressed?"
"She was all blue from head to toe," he said. "Even her hair was blue. The only thing that was different was her eyes, which were the only facial feature I could see because she was wearing some blue harlequin mask."
"Well, eyes can be a very defining part of someone's features," I said. "What color were they."
"They were this deep, chocolate brown," he said. He paused for a moment and looked at me. "They were kind of like yours, in fact." He laughed. "Hey Rose, are you the blue haired girl."
"Sure, mystery girl at your service," I said, laughing along. I was telling the truth, but he didn't know that, so it was safe. "Is it possible that you just dreamed her up, though?"
"No way," he said. "She's real, I'm sure of that."
"Well," I said. "Looks like you've got a real Cinderella story out there, but with no glass slipper."
He looked at me strangely.
"It's one of the muggle stories that Mum used to read to me when I was young," I said.
"Ah," he said. "Well, that sounds interesting. How does it go?"
"Scorpius, I really don't think you'd be interested in it," I said.
"Come on," he said.
"Alright," I said. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved her father very much…"