Title: untitled
Pairing: Rose/Scorpius
Author: Nic (symphonies of you)
For: Sid (loras-tyrells)
She hates the idea of clichés; they're redundant, overused, pathetic. That is her excuse for not falling in love with her enemy of six torturous years, Scorpius Malfoy. Unfortunately, accidents happen, and the unexpected happens.
.-.-.
In the [pungent] Potions classroom, she wrinkles her freckled nose as she inhales the familiar scent of brewing potions and strange ingredients. She's startled when she catches a whiff of something enticing, something intoxicatingly good. A few moments later, she recognizes that the pleasant smell is wafting from a potion in the front of the chilly dungeon.
Rose Nymphadora Weasley is appalled when she realises within the depths of her currently muddled mind that the aroma is also borne of the very bane of her existence.
[But she doesn't realise that the swirling, sparkling substance a few metres away from her is Amortentia.]
.-.-.
"Why do you fancy that git? He's not good enough for you!" he states, gritting his teeth and attempting to maintain his emotionless composure.
"Why do you care so much, Malfoy? I really don't think it's any of your business to know why I fancy Lysander Scamander," she yells, her face colouring in the process.
Lydia Boot, Rose's supposed best friend, traitorously screeches, "Why don't you two just get together already? The whole bloody school can tell that you both obviously fancy the pants off of each other, everyone except you two dunderheads!"
They both stare at her open-mouthed and absolutely dumbfounded. Then, Rose sneaks a peek at the expression on his face, and her blue eyes widen. It's like she's suddenly looking at him at a different angle, a different magnification through a kaleidoscope. For the first time, she notices the abnormally long eyelashes framing his stormy grey eyes that are incredibly full of tumbling emotions.
His blonde, nearly white, hair is swept over his brow, making him a model of utter perfection. She flushes under his steady, questioning gaze.
Somehow, everything has changed between them in just a few moments.
[For good or worse, they do not know.]
.-.-.
She's in the Library, and she can feel her skin tingle at knowing he's so close, he's only a few centimetres away. And the perplexing sensation fluttering on the inside is killing her.
The fact that they went from being enemies to almost friends is astounding and even more shocking to their professors.
He suddenly looks at her with such intensity that makes her widen her eyes. What is he thinking behind the depths of those captivating grey eyes?
And when he finally kisses her, it's like she is on fire. His touch is electrifying, and it leaves an exhilarating trail blazing across her freckled skin.
[And it's like heaven.]