She's the little lioness who's lost her roar
He's the serpent prince without a crown
(too Ravenclaw, don't you see?)
after all,
crazy red hair
a hundred and thirty six freckles
does not a temper equal
(she's at home marriage counsel in all her eleven year old glory)
that Malfoy glare
isn't half so scary
behind glasses
(and really, his eyes are two percent not grey enough)
you see
she might call him
Malfoy
but it's only because
Scorpious is even worse than Albus Severus
(marginally anyways)
and well,
three centuries of Weasley have basically bred it into her
he calls her
Thorns
'cause Rose doesn't fit
(too delicate and pink)
and Rosie makes her kick him in the shins
and really they're almost/not quite/maybe
best friends
and he does it because he can
so
they grow up
(sort of, anyways)
he get's taller and she sort of does
he realizes that she might be pretty
she thinks he's sort of cute
(but don't tell anyone)
they're not in love, kay?
because she's fourteen and three months
and he's fourteen and seven months
(she can't beat him here, sadly)
and they don't know anything
about love or life or even
each other, really
but they're going to try
and that's got to count for something
and maybe someday they'll have a happily ever after
with their one point two children
a library with books on old Runes
that white picket fence
(or not)