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The L Word by emerald_princess

Format: Novella
Chapters: 7
Word Count: 11,049

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Fluff, Romance
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, Rose
Pairings: Rose/Scorpius

First Published: 06/10/2010
Last Chapter: 08/24/2011
Last Updated: 08/24/2011

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Rose Weasley doesn't believe in love.  
Can Scorpius Malfoy make her?

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Love
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A/N: PLEASE HELP!!!   I recently got a new chapter image for this story but have forgotten the name of the TDA artist who made it for me.  I'm not very good with names :/  When I went on TDA to check the topic, the topic had been deleted!!  If you think you may be the person who made a chapter image for this story, with a picture of Rachel Hurd Wood as Rose please tell me your user name in a review or something.  I'd put it up to show you what it looks like but I'm not sure if I can without crediting it and besides I'd feel bad if I didn't because it was so amazing and the artist that made it was extremely talented and deserves to be credited!!! :)



Grief- NOUN.  Grief is extreme sadness.

Hate- NOUN.  Hate is a strong dislike.

Anger- NOUN.  Anger is the strong feeling you get when you feel someone has behaved in an unfair or cruel way.

Agony- NOUN.  Very great physical or mental pain.

Fear- NOUN.  Fear is an unpleasant feeling of danger.

Happiness- NOUN.  A feeling of great contentment or pleasure.



Love- NOUN.  If you love someone, you have strong emotional feelings of affection for them.


The dictionary definition of love doesn’t come close to describing it.  No word, no song, no poem can come close to it.  Love.  Even the word that embodies it doesn’t do it justice.  After all it is just a four letter word. 

But what exactly is love?  How does it feel to be in love with someone?  Love seems to come out of peoples mouths to easily.  Too often.  No thought to what is actually being felt.  It is certainly not love.  No it can’t be love.  There is no such thing.

I, Rose Weasley would never be heard saying that word.  To anybody.  That word would never escape my lips.  I did not believe in it.  I believed in lust, yes lust was definitely real but it was so often mistaken for a non-existent stronger feeling. 

I didn’t believe in love’s existence.  I could read Romeo and Juliet and Pride and Prejudice over and over again but it wasn’t real.  Love wasn’t real.

Not that Grace would ever listen to me.

Grace- NOUN. Grace is an elegant way of walking and a pleasant way of behaving. 

Grace was also my best friend and she was nothing like her definition.  She was giggly and sometimes annoying.  Loud, rude and talkative.  She did not glide gracefully around everywhere instead she skipped and jumped, and leapt and ran.   She was always falling in and out of ‘love.’  Her heart was always being broken, but did that stop her?  No, it didn’t.  She was fully aware of my opinion on love and didn’t care.  No matter how many times she was left sobbing on my shoulder she always believed that love was somewhere out there waiting for her to find it. 

She was with me.  Sobbing on my shoulder.  Her long blonde hair falling everywhere, messy and slightly frizzy.  Her big brown eyes watery, her makeup running down her pale cheeks.  Her boyfriend had just dumped her.  He was a muggle.

He changed his face book status to single and wouldn’t return her phone calls.

And I was again left to clean up the mess that had been left.  Grace took break-ups very hard.  She often lay in her bed for a few days refusing to get up.  I had to fix that because school had started by then and she couldn’t miss out on her first days of classes. 

We were in a compartment on the Hogwarts express.  It was only Grace and I the other girls who usually sat with us had gone to find another compartment unable to stand Grace’s sobbing anymore.  My book lay discarded on the ground and my prefect meeting had been entirely forgotten.  Grace still sobbed on my arm.  My shirt had probably gone see through. 

It was my seventh year at Hogwarts and you would think that Grace and I would have done some growing up but we were both still the same.  She was still, giggly, flirty, insufferable, loud and rude.  She was still surprisingly the best listener, the best hugger and the best at cheering anyone up and that is why I adored her. 

I am not so sure why she adored me so much.  I was the pessimist.  The one who got scary when you set her off (the Weasley hair, the Weasley temper.  It’s part of the package.)  I was the smart one who always thought with her head, never with her heart.

We were complete opposites and I didn’t understand why we were best friends, I didn’t understand how she could stand me.  But she could.  She said I was the go-to-girl, good in crisis situations.  Said I am good at listening, good at giving advice.  She said that I was good at seeing people.  Actually seeing people and she said I was good at accepting them.  She said I was loyal and trustworthy and brave.  I would like to have believed all that to be true but I couldn’t.  Grace believed what she wanted to believe, she saw what she wanted to see.  Grace said I was all of these things but she also said that one day I’ll find someone, someone that would make me believe in love and I didn’t see that ever happening. 

The train screeched to halt and Grace groaned a little, not wanting to get up.  I gently whispered in her ear to get up.  With Grace after break-ups you have to do everything gently.  She didn’t move.

I violently shoved her off of me and got up grabbing my book and brushing myself off.  Grace cursed and tried in vein to grab my leg and pull me back down for revenge.  I dodged just in time.  And then I groaned in exasperation.  I hit my feet on the ground.

“Pins and needles.” I explained to Grace as she gave me her ‘are you insane?’ look.

She giggled.  I ignored her.

“Damn you God and the evil pins and needles you send my way!” I yelled dramatically placing a hand on my heart and raising my head to look up at the sky.  Well roof.  The people walking past me sent ‘looks’ my way and I poked my tongue out at them. 

Grace finally picked herself off of the ground and grinned as she handed me the book that I had dropped, putting my hand on my heart.  I grabbed it off of her with a grateful smile and we made our way out of the Hogwarts express. 

Just because I didn’t believe in love did not mean I was incredibly depressed.  It certainly didn’t stop me having fun and it definitely didn’t stop me being passionate about things.  I was a very passionate person.  I was also viewed as slightly insane by others. 

I kind of was…

There was one particular person though that was quite certain I needed a trip to St. Mungos.  Literally.  He quite seriously was certain that I was insane.  I guess I would be if I were him to. 

Him being Scorpius Malfoy.  Who I simply called, it or EW.  There is a lot less effort involved and I do not have to be disgusted by having to say his stupid name.  I did go slightly crazy around him.

Ok, very crazy.

He was infuriating though.  Constantly mocking and taunting me, riling me up.  He would basically do anything to annoy me.

 And then suddenly this Summer while he was with Al at the burrow he stopped.  He barely even spoke two words to me.  I think the longest sentence he spoke was ‘move.’

That isn’t even a sentence!  

To my surprise, that annoyed me even more.  The not talking annoyed me more then the taunting and the idiocy that was Scorpius Malfoy.  I was certain that if you looked up the word idiot in the dictionary there would be a picture of him next to it.  It confused me even more then it annoyed me though.  The not talking.

I didn’t know what was with the sudden change and I didn’t know why I didn’t like it.  I didn’t know why I found EW not talking to me so infuriating.  But I did.

I had been begging and wishing and even praying that he would stop talking to me.  I may have had a dream where he was poisoned by a certain someone and died.  I should have been rejoicing.  I should have been the happiest person alive but I wasn’t.

I was kind of sad about it. 

Don’t ask why.  I didn’t have a clue. 

I sat down at the Gryffindor table and smiled at the girls sitting across from me.  Amy and Ashley.  The twins.  They were very talkative.  They never stopped.  Not even to breathe.  I didn’t think I had ever seen them eat in my entire time at Hogwarts but apart from that they were nice enough. 

Grace clapped with excitement as she watched her younger brother, Lachlan get sorted into Gryffindor and tried to talk to him but he refused to make eye contact.  I remembered doing that with James.  In first year I was always extremely embarrassed about him being my cousin and never let him talk to me in public.

There wasn’t really much point because everyone already knew that we were cousins anyway.

I got over it eventually though.

Food appeared on the plates in front of us and I smiled at the excited gasps of the first years.  Grace and I tucked in with everyone else and I suddenly realized how starving I was.  I gulped down some pumpkin juice and looked around the hall at the rest of the eating, talking students.  And I spotted him. 

Him being EW.  I could spot his blonde hair anywhere.  It was mussed and fell into his stormy eyes.  They were grey but seemed to always be changing, sometimes they were stormy and dark, others they were light and silvery, and they were NEVER just a dull boring grey.  He was very tall and his jaw was chiseled and square.  EW was actually quite nice looking but he didn’t have to know that.

Seriously if anyone ever told him that I thought he was good looking I would Arvada Kedavra them into the next century. 

EW was grinning and talking to Al about something that obviously amused him very much.  He turned his head as Al began to eat again and immediately caught my eye.  We stared at each other from each end of the hall for a while and then he turned away to look at something else.

That was it.  There was no annoying smirk, no finger.  But I could swear that there was a bit of a blush.

Nah.  That isn’t possible.  EW didn’t blush!

A/N I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the cheese fest that is this story, please review I really, really appreciate them! 
Just spent hours reading Dear Mr. Potter and crying my eyes out.  It's so good to realise how many people understand how I feel about these books and how real it is to us!!  Evanna Lynch's letter to Luna had me balling :)


Chapter 2: Chapter Two: Hate
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Scorpius Malfoy <3




I had always hated Rose Weasley.  I had hated her with every fiber of my being.  To me she had always been the small, arrogant, opinionated, know-it-all.  She was just an irritating nuisance that I wished I had never met…

And poured my potion down her shirt after she got on my nerves.

Over the summer something had changed though.  I started seeing her for what she truly was.  And it was quite unexpected.  She was opinionated and bad tempered, yes, there wasn’t one Weasley who wasn’t but she had been different then how I had made her out to be the whole time.  I had fooled myself.  Lied to myself.

Rose Weasley was quietly beautiful.

This by no means meant that she was quiet.  No, not at all.  Definitely not quiet.

But quietly beautiful.

I called it that anyway.  In my head.  Never out loud.  Never.  She was though.  Even though her personality was straight in your face, loud, happy, free, her beauty was not.  Even though her hair was a dark, auburn yet still somehow bright at the same time, even though her eyes were the most amazing colour.  A colour I had never known ones eyes could be.  Ocean blue.  You never really noticed her beauty.  She was nothing like her cousin, Victoire, who you couldn’t help noticing, who made you double take and then triple take, no nobody really noticed.  But when you noticed, boy did you notice

She is positively the most beautiful creature on this entire planet.  Once you’ve noticed that is.  With that hair and those eyes that I couldn’t stop thinking about.  With those pretty pink lips that I could just imagine the taste of on mine, with the petite little nose that matched her figure and the prettily pale, ivory skin.  I noticed.  God I noticed.  And I wished I hadn’t because I couldn’t stop noticing and then after I started noticing the beauty, I started noticing the real beauty. 

When I listed everything about Rose Weasley that I could think of I always said bad tempered and I always said opinionated but it could be seen as passionate.  You could see the passion in her eyes, especially when they flashed with the anger that she so often felt in my presence.   Apart from when her temper reached boiling point and she hexed the bejeebas out of you she was usually relatively calm and always kind.  Fiercely loyal and brave and irritatingly smart.  And there was something else about her.

The only way I could possibly describe it was incredibly stupid sounding and feminine.

I’m not sure if it was the same with everyone but I doubt it was just me but when I looked at her I was reminded of when you laugh so hard that tears are streaming down your cheeks and your stomach and cheeks hurt like hell.  When you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe and you know you have to stop for air but you just can’t stop laughing.  When you’re laughing so hard and for such a long time that you can’t even remember why you were laughing in the first place but you can’t stop laughing anyway.

And because of that I couldn’t look at her anymore.  Or speak to her.  I think the longest sentence I had spoken to her all of that summer had been ‘move.’ 




That isn’t even a sentence!

“Scorpius!” Al yelled in my ear.

I groaned in annoyance as I blinked my bleary eyes and did not move.

“Scorp, I know you’re awake.” He said walking around the bed and trying desperately to lift my mattress up. 

Ha.  Fat chance.

He couldn’t and finally gave up.  Breathing heavily he walked around to the other side.  I didn’t move my head even though I was finding it hard to breathe in the pillow.  Al groaned in annoyance and I smirked.  It was so fun picking on Al.  Al sooked for a while by my bed and then finally got up.

“Fine, be that way.” He said walking off to have a shower. 

I sprung out of my bed grinning at the other boys in the room and grabbing a random pair of jeans off of the floor and my school shirt.  I would find the tie later.  I ran into the bathroom skipping the first two free showers and going straight to Al’s.  I tried to compose my face even though I knew he wouldn’t see it and took a deep breath, trying to stop myself from laughing.  I put on my best whiny voice.

“Al, hurry up!  I would like a go in the shower some time today!”

I heard Al yelp in surprise and grinned.  He seemed to compose himself rather quickly.

“What the hell Scorpius weren’t you refusing to get out of bed just two seconds ago?!  Go away and find your own bloody shower!” 

I refused to ruin my act by laughing.  I was a damn good actor. 

“There are no other showers… Gosh Al you’re so selfish!” I complained. 

I heard Al sigh in exasperation and the water turned off. 

I grinned.  I was just too good.    Al walked out in his school uniform looking like the perfect pupil he was.  He looked around the bathroom and noticing the two empty showers glared at me.  I laughed. 

“I hate you.” He muttered grimly and I laughed some more. 

Then I skipped (yes skipped, don’t look at me like that!) into the shower and shut the door.  I was expecting Al to leave but to my surprise he was still at the door and I could just tell he was grinning.  Whatever he was smiling about couldn’t be good. 

“Hey Scorpius just wanted to let you know because I’m such a wonderful best friend, that it is about one minute to… oh wait no sorry, it is now exactly nine o’clock.”  Then he walked off laughing.

I rushed to finish my shower and shoved on my jeans.  I didn’t even look in the mirror or do anything else to myself as I ran out of the Slytherin common room, nodding at a few staring girls, and into the hallways.  As I was running I tugged on my school shirt and hung my tie around my neck loosely doing it up.  When I finally got to the hall I was breathless, sweaty and exhausted.  And I was very angry.  Keeping my face composed I walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down next to my best friend.  We sat in silence for a moment until I finally broke it.

“It wasn’t nine o’clock was it?” I said.

Al grinned in reply and I had to stop myself from lunging at him and strangling him to death.  I was determined to keep calm.    I poured myself some pumpkin juice and piled food onto my plate.  I didn’t even properly take in what it was.  As I began to wolf down my food Al began to laugh.  Extremely nervously.  He nudged me over and over again and I turned to look at him in confusion.  Without a word he nodded to something above us and I looked up.  There was a great big hulking fellow Slytherin student staring down at us.

“Why did you steal my food?” he asked angrily, barely in control of his voice.  The hall had fallen silent and everyone was watching on.  I heard a few whisper bets of who they thought would win a fight.  None were for me.  The guy was pretty big.  Standing over us, I had to look up and even kind of strain my neck a bit.  That was until I stood up of course.  Then he was the one who had to look up.  I was six foot four.

And a half.

I smirked at him.  “Sorry mate.  Didn’t realize it was yours.”

He grunted and took his seat.  I grinned triumphantly and also sat back down.  The hall immediately filled with noise again and I began to talk to Al.

“So anyway,” I started, “What were we talking about?”

He visibly gulped.  “Our favourite flavor Bertie Botts.” He tried his voice cracking a little bit.  I tried not to laugh.

“Actually I think we were discussing how I was going to kill you.”

“You’re not going to kill me!” he scoffed.

“Of course I’m not, I’m just going to murder you reputation and social status.” His eyes widened.  I kept my face perfectly composed and serious raising one eyebrow at him and enjoying myself very much.  He stayed silent and I finally let myself burst into laughter that had been waiting.  Al seemed to sigh in relief and groan in annoyance at the same time.  I just continued to laugh. 

“You know Al I find it hard to believe that you of all people think so much of your ‘social status.’  I mean come on, being popular is over-rated.” 

“I don’t.  Really I don’t but some of the stories you could tell Scorpius.  Popularity may be over-rated but humiliation is still…” he spluttered for a while trying to come up with a good word before saying, “…bad!”

I laughed again at his complete lack of vocabulary and wit.  This time he laughed with me realizing how stupid he had just sounded. 

After breakfast we both went and retrieved our timetables from Professor Matheson, -the potions professor and head of Slytherin house- and compared classes.  They were all the same of course.  We both high-fived anyway.

Because we’re cool like that.

We ran out of the hall not wanting to be late for our first class of the last year…


…we were anyway.  We walked into the classroom with identical sheepish smiles on our faces and looked down at our feet scuffing them along the floor and fidgeting with our hands.  We had perfected the art of a late entrance.  Professor Masters glared but apart from that she let us off.  All of the teachers did.  Almost every single time.  We had really perfected the art of getting to class late and keeping out of detention.  It was great because we didn’t get detentions and it annoyed Rose immensely.  She hated it.  I could see her out of the corner of my eye as we walked in; she rolled her eyes in annoyance at Al and glared at me.  She looked as if she was trying to burn a hole in my face.  It didn’t work.  Thank God.  You never know with Rose… that girl could do anything if she put her mind to it. 

I talked to Al the whole of the class and left Rose to do the listening for me.  She never gave the homework to me expressly but she was way too nice to Al for her own good.  Why else would I be second in the class?  I don’t want to sound cocky but I was pretty smart.  Definitely not as smart as Rose but pretty smart.  I’m proud of myself and that is what matters not my parents or my friends, I’m good enough for myself therefore I am good enough for everyone else.  That’s how I see it anyway.  When we finally got out of class we discovered we had a free period which was good because I was starving.

Yes, in the time between breakfast and the end of that class I had become starving.  I’m a growing boy.

Al and I raced each other to the kitchens.  He won.  He was the faster one, I was the stronger one.   When we got to the kitchens we were immediately greeted by an over-excited house elf.  Its name I couldn’t remember but like all house elves it was incredibly helpful and happy to do anything for us.

Al had a milkshake and a bit of chocolate and I had a burger.  Al couldn’t help but laugh when he saw my meal and I glared at him threateningly before taking a massive bite of the overflowing burger.  YUM.  Of course by that point, I was trying to wipe my face clean of food and for some reason the God’s of Fate who obviously hate me decided that it would be amusing to send Rose to the kitchens for a snack of her own.  Seriously, why me?

She just gave me this look.  One eyebrow raised, lips pursed and clearly disgusted.  Now would be the time that a whole should appear and I would safely crawl into it and hide away for the rest of eternity.  I tried not to meet her eyes and instead continued to eat my burger, as if it was the most important thing in the universe.  After that small look Rose ignored me and turned her attention to Al.  The whole time she was there, she refused to look at me and if she ever did, it was to glare.  She didn’t talk to me.

My life was indeed very sad.

It was a big ball of suck!

Because there was a fine line between hate and love and I had crossed it.

Only problem was Rose hadn’t.

I have finally gotten the second chapter up, YAY for me.  Hope you enjoyed and I would really love it if someone could please review.  I mean COME ON... it isn't even that hard to do, just right down good or bad even... I don't care, I just really desperately want feedback, so I know what I am doing right and wrong.  What did you think of Scorpius by the way?  I quite like him, I think his pretty cool, but it's not my opinion that counts it's yours.

You know you want to!  I can tell... I know all!!!!
*evil laughs*

Chapter 3: Chapter Three: Confusion
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I was sick of EW confusing me.  He was confusing me.

He was obviously doing it just to annoy me, the whole not talking thing.  It was obvious to me now and I did not understand how I could not have seen it before.  What he didn’t realize was that I could play the game to.  I could ignore him just as much as he could ignore me.  And I knew it would annoy him.  It had to annoy him.  It just had to.

It had to annoy him because I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  Not in a girly I am so in love with him way.  Of course not.  I would never fall for Scorpius Malfoy.  Because on he is Scorpius Malfoy and two there is no such thing.  I was actually thinking about why he was ignoring me in the first place I could not think of anything.  Anything.  At all.  I mean of course it was to annoy me.  Pretty much the entire reason for his existence was to irritate me, everything he did irritated me!  But there had to be something more behind it.  Usually he talked to me, picked on me, how could he have possibly known that not talking would annoy me more?

Even I didn’t know that.  And I’m me.  I know everything there is to know about myself.  I knew that I hated EW; I knew that I was quite the pessimist, brave, although I rarely showed it.  I knew all my darkest secrets and my deepest desires and dreams, but even I had begun to confuse myself.  My whole mind was just a circle of thoughts, none sticking around long enough to be looked at properly, thoroughly.  It was in turmoil.  Confusion.

I was confused because I had noticed something, just yesterday.  Something that for some odd reason made me feel delighted.  Happy beyond belief.  EW laughed a lot.  Why it made me happy I had no idea but it did and he did.  It still makes me happy just thinking about that small, stupid fact.

EW may be the most annoying, useless, stupid human being on the planet but he laughed a lot.  He was happy.  Really happy.  And he accepted Al for who he was annoying, bookwormy quirks and all.  He was a good friend.

He laughed a lot.

He laughed a lot.  How could one small, insignificant thought about none other then Scorpius Malfoy prat extraordinaire make her feel so inexplicably happy?  Who cared if EW laughed a lot?

Obviously I did.

For some reason it made me happy seeing him laugh all the time.  How could that be when I hated him so much though?

I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind and focused my full attention on the professor who was standing in front of the class.  Professor Matheson the newest professor at the school, our potions teacher.  Potions was one of my best subjects although it certainly wasn’t my favourite. 

Surprisingly my favourite was charms which I was useless at.

I was top of the class… but it was my worst subject.  EW had come so near to beating me.  Stupid, incredibly smart, disgusting boy.  How I hated him!

With a swift flick of Professor Matheson’s wand the ingredients to the potion appeared on the board and I rose from my seat to go collect them.  When I arrived back at my desk I flipped my book open and began my potion.  The whole time I was making it though I was completely aware of a pair of eyes on the back of my head, I didn’t know who was staring at me but it was getting annoying.  Suddenly I felt something hit the back of my head and I whipped around to see what it was.

A crumpled piece of paper was on the ground at my feet.  With a quick glance around the room I picked it up and opened it.  It was from none other then the object of my nightmares.  Of course, I knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore me for very long. 

Why are you ignoring me Weasley?

I laughed at his idiocy.  He, who had been ignoring me for all of the holidays and the first three weeks that had already passed by so quickly couldn’t stand one day of me ignoring him.  He was so stupid.  I quickly scrawled a reply.

Why do you think idiot?

I turned around in my seat and pegged it forcefully at his face.  It hit him in the eye. And I smiled to myself happily.  I noticed the next note was hit me with a bit more force then last time and couldn’t help but grin.

Because you’re in love with me and you are avoiding my amazingly sexy self.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to send a glare his way but he had turned back to his potion. 

Oh please Malfoy.  You wish!  There is no such thing as love and if there was I certainly wouldn’t feel it for you!

The reply came quickly.

No such thing as love?  What do you mean Weasley?

You know perfectly well what I mean, there is no such thing as love!

Of course there is!

Please you can’t seriously tell me that you believe in love!

Yes I can.  And I do!


Because I’m in it!

I couldn’t believe what I was reading.  The breath seemed to rush out of my body as I read the line over and over again.  In love.  EW was in love.  But with who?  Who could EW possibly be in love with?

Wait a minute, there is no such thing.  EW was not in love he just thought he was.  Obviously.


But still with who?

With who?

I finally decided to write on the note and threw it back at him.

Wouldn’t you like to know Weasley?

I rolled my eyes and didn’t even bother to write a reply.  The rest of the class past by without any events.  But thoughts were whirring in my head.  Making me more confused.  I couldn’t think of anything else so I decided to skip transfiguration and headed to my dorm. 

It was insane.

How could Scorpius Malfoy of all people make me question my opinion of love?  It had been there for as long as I could remember never questioned, never rethought, never broken, always the same.  Nobody could change it but all of a sudden I was thinking about it.  I was questioning it.  I didn’t understand what was happening to me and I didn’t like it.  I wanted to go back to infuriating, not talking to me Scorpius Malfoy.  Even that was less confusing then this. 

After a while spent in my dorm just thinking I decided that I couldn’t just sit there anymore and began to search for Grace.  Grace had recently found a new boyfriend so she would probably be in the room of requirement snogging the life out of him.  I began to walk to the seventh floor corridor and paced before the wall.  It didn’t open.  I groaned in annoyance, I was obviously saying the wrong thing and I knew that whoever was in there, especially if it was Grace, would be taking forever so I decided to turn around and head back but when I turned around I ran straight into him.  I stumbled back a few steps and glared up at his handsome face but I couldn’t glare for long because the strangest feeling came over me.

Looking at him I suddenly felt how I do when I fall asleep to the sound of rain against my window and wake up to the sun streaming through it.  It was different then that still but it was the only way I could describe it.  I loved it when that happened to me.  It made me so happy and content with my life and the world.  So how come just looking at EW made me feel like that.  It made it impossible for me to look at him. 

I gulped a bit and felt my face redden but kept my eyes on the floor and didn’t let him notice.

“Watch it Malfoy.” I grumbled, trying to push past him.  He wouldn’t budge and I sighed, rolling my eyes and forcing myself to glare back up at him.

“You’re the one who wasn’t looking where you were going Weasley.” He answered a smirk lighting up his features.  His mouth looked soft and I couldn’t help but wonder if it just looked that way.  I immediately swatted the thoughts out of my mind though and brought myself back to the conversation.  Usually I was full of scathing comments and wit, but today my brain seemed to be somewhere else and all I could think to say was “Whatever, Malfoy.  Just move, I’m not in the mood for your crap today.”

He smiled a bit but I didn’t fail to notice the flash of something else in his eyes.  Today they were bright and silvery and seemed to be flecked with just the tiniest amount of blue, kind of like a cloudy sky, on a summer day.  I had to admit that they were beautiful.  Dark and stormy completely grey or bright silvery grey-blue, I could stare into them for the rest of eternity and not get bored.

I did not just seriously think that.

I really did have problems.

Major problems.

That night I fell to sleep to the sound of rain against my window and the next morning I woke up to the sun streaming in through it.  Scorpius’ face flashed through my mind and for some strange reason, unknown to me I began to wonder if maybe I was wrong, maybe there was such a thing as love.

I am so confused.

Chapter 4: Chapter Four: Fear
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I’m a Slytherin.  A Slytherin, so I’m not brave like a Gryffindor which sucks when I get nervous.  I wouldn’t call it real proper fear.  No, that is something different entirely; I’d call it more anxious.

And why would I be nervous you ask.

I am trying to figure out how to tell Rose that I like her.  A lot.  It should be easy but I keep running into some tiny problems.

Problem 1: Rose hates my guts.

Problem2: She would rather date Lord Voldemort then me.  I’m not actually sure if that is true but I get the feeling it is.

Problem 3: She is slightly deranged and insane and will most likely attack me.

Problem 4: She doesn’t believe in love.

How can you not believe in love?  I have never even thought that was possible… I probably sound like a right poof now but it’s true.  Love can not, not be real.  I know, I know I could have just said can’t be fake or something like that but I believe we have gathered that I tend to make life difficult for myself.

An example of this would be falling for Rose Weasley.  Of all people why her?  I’ll tell you why.  As I have told Al many times, I am an idiot, who always makes a mess of things. It is as simple as that.  Not to mention Rose Weasley is the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.  That could also have something to do with it.

But anyway that isn’t the point.  The point is that I am going to tell her.  No matter what, I have decided that today is the day.  The time had really flown by, since that small incident near the room of requirement, three and a half weeks to be exact and barely a word had been spoken between us apart from a few scathing, nasty notes from her, and a few lightly amused and cocky ones from me.  No matter how much I tried I couldn’t help but keep that arrogant, casual mask that she seemed to hate so much on.  It was my safety net.   I had decided that I would rid myself of it and finally tell her how I feel.  I couldn’t believe how scared I was my stomach was doing nervous little flip flops and I couldn’t think straight. 

I had spent the whole morning with Al who had given me a fiercely encouraging pep talk and a lecture on what not to do, as if we were getting ready for a quidditch match.  Just thinking about it made me laugh.  I was still slightly chuckling about it when I finally cornered her in an empty classroom finishing homework.

“Weasley,” was my immediate greeting.  Al had told me not to call her Weasley but I couldn’t help it, it was like a reflex.  She turned around and immediately gave me a death glare that would have had anyone else cowering behind a desk.  But I was Malfoy and she was Weasley and I was the only one who could keep myself composed around her.

Well I used to be able to.

I wasn’t cowering behind a desk, or whimpering with fear, I didn’t wet myself.  Yes, before you ask a first year has in fact wet themselves when given one of Rose’s death glares, it was rather disturbing actually.  I mean come on he was eleven, you should really have stopped wetting yourself by then.  It freaked Rose out a bit as well and she helped clean him up cringing slightly as she did.  Have I mentioned that she was also eleven at the time?


Like I said I wasn’t scared of Rose’s death glare, they just made me notice once more how beautiful her eyes were.  I swear I couldn’t breathe.  I was scared of telling her.  Irrational fear of rejection flooded through me as I just stood there mutely (looking the right twit) gazing into her eyes.  She looked slightly confused and the silence became awkward and thick.

‘What do you want?” she finally asked coldly.

I squeaked.

Like literally squeaked.  I can’t believe it myself.  How could this be happening to me, I am the ever cool, ever composed Scorpius Malfoy and somehow in the last five seconds I have become a mute, squeaking twat!   I quite literally could have curled up in a ball and died right then from utter embarrassment but I didn’t of course, because I am Scorpius Malfoy.  I composed my expression and sent her a cocky smirk.  I would never let her get the better of me, Scorpius Malfoy would not back down or curl up in a ball and die. 

“Um… did you just squeak?” Rose finally asked.

Oh joy.  My life just keeps getting better and better doesn’t it? 

“Of course not,” I scoffed, “Don’t be such an idiot Weasley!”

After that I turned tail and pretty much ran out of the room.  I was going to go to my room, so that I could curl up in a ball on my bed… and die.

Well I would have if Al hadn’t cornered me before I got to the room.  He had the biggest grin on his face; seriously the Cheshire cat would be jealous.  It was kind of creepy actually.  He just stood there in front of me for a while and then suddenly he burst into maniacal cackling laughter.  I was seriously worried for his mental state.  Finally after a few minutes he seemed to regain control of himself and looked back up at me, the same creepy grin on his face as before and then he said the two words I desperately did not want to hear.

“You squeaked!”

I looked at him in utter shock and could immediately feel my face heating up.  This was so not cool.  Scorpius Malfoy did not squeak or lose his cool and he most certainly did not blush.

Damn you Rose Weasley for turning me into this thing!

“Shut up,” I grumbled, trying to cool my face down so that an egg couldn’t be fried on it.  Al noticed. 

“Awww, wittle squeaking Scorpy is blushing.”  He sang pinching my cheek like a grandmother would do.  I pulled my face away and pushed my way around him, continuing to walk to my dorm where I would kill myself.  Nothing could ruin Al’s good mood though.  He skipped (yes skipped) after me, the same creepy grin and let out an extremely feminine giggle.  I couldn’t help my self I stopped and completely shocked turned back to him.  The red fading from my face as I smirked at him. 

“Did you just giggle?” I asked.

Al stopped skipping and it was his turn to blush.  He looked like a tomato wearing glasses.  It was very comical.

“Al Potter you are turning into a girl!” I exclaimed just loud enough for a few of the people walking past to hear.  Al went redder, which until just then I had thought impossible.  I laughed at him. 

“At least I didn’t squeak.” He muttered as he shoved past me and continued on his way to the dorm where he would most likely try to kill himself.  But nothing could ruin my good mood.  I skipped up to him (yes skipped) and laughed as I sang a song that would usually come out of Peeves’ mouth.  Although I do believe that it is much to rude to mention.  His facial expression the whole time was priceless.  I could have died laughing as I skipped along beside him. 

It of course had to be at that moment, laughing insanely, and skipping, yes, I repeat, SKIPPING, alongside my tomato best friend, singing an incredibly dirty song about his lack of manly parts that we ran in to Rose Weasley.  I had just escaped her after the squeaking incident and apart from that my day was going fantastic… I mean c’mon Al giggled.  I just had to run into the love of my life.

Oh my I have started calling her the love of my life in my head.  It is official; I have gone round the bend, mental, loopy, and insane whatever you want to call it!  Rose just stared at us, her expression completely shocked.  For a while she just stood there in front of us her mouth in the perfect ‘o.’ it would have been comical if I wasn’t so embarrassed. 

“I’m just going to go now,” she finally managed, completely avoiding looking at me and running away.  Al and I just stood petrified to the spot behind her for ages until Al suddenly turned to me and I couldn’t help but notice (I mean really who couldn’t) that he had that creepy grin on his face again.

Oh joy of joys.

A/N I hope that you liked. :)  It was a bit of an embarrassing day for poor Scorpius, what did you think of it.  Did you love it or did you want to throw your computer/laptop across the room by the fifth paragraph you were so bored.  Good and bad reviews welcome, sorry if it was a long wait but here it is. :)
Sorry for the extreme shortness by the way!  



Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Happiness
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I was happy. Even though I was still completely and utterly confused by Scorpius Malfoy, I was happy. Happy to be back and settled in to the castle so soon, happy that Grace’s relationship was working so well and happy that for some reason I finally believe that maybe it would work out and maybe it was love.



I didn’t know what had come over me but I did. I believed in love. I believed it with all of my heart and soul. It was really quite sudden and unexpected but somewhere, somehow in the past few weeks it had happened. Of course I had been happy not believing in it. I had been perfectly fine but now I was really happy. I smiled all of the time and I wondered who would be my one. My love. Someone must have turned me into a believer I just didn’t know who.



Grace and I were at the Gryffindor table after a long night of eating cookies and cream ice cream (my favourite) spilling all the juicy details of the second date and a steamy, somewhat disturbing snog session in the room of requirement. (I wasn’t snogging Grace! She was telling me about her and her new boyfriend Justin something or other’s steamy snog session. And trust me I am traumatized forevermore.) I was digging into my delicious breakfast and Grace was still going on about it. I hated myself for bringing it up but plastered a fake smile on my face that quite suddenly turned into a real one as two people walking into the hall caught my attention. My favourite cousin of course and Scorpius, who I for some reason didn’t feel the need to call EW anymore. It was kind of immature anyway.



Scorpius was laughing at something Al was saying and immediately memories of a few days ago came back to me. I remembered the squeaking incident which had left me quite bewildered and then walking through the corridors thinking and suddenly running into the object of my thoughts. He was singing an incredibly dirty song and laughing really hard. He was also skipping which brought the tiniest smirk to my lips but I didn’t really notice because Malfoy had a really nice laugh. And no I am not turning into one of those cliché ‘Oh my goodness’ his laughter is like music’ sort of girls because it wasn’t like music. It was sort of dark and dreamy but really happy at the same time if that is even possible. Anyway it was amazing and I could have just stood there listening to it but he stopped laughing and I just stood there in the middle of the hall with my mouth open and looking like a complete idiot.



I had been very embarrassed about that but didn’t mind so much anymore because I was still high on life at the moment. So was Grace.



Justin what’s his face came and sat down greeting her with a long disturbing snog. I turned away disgusted and caught Scorpius’ eye. Noticing the loving couple beside me he grinned and I couldn’t help but grin back. I pretended to puke and he began to laugh making Al give him a look. He looked somewhat sheepish as he turned back to talk to Al and I couldn’t help but giggle. As always when I looked at Scorpius I got that feeling that I couldn’t quite explain properly. I decided I wouldn’t mention it to anyone else though as I turned back to my breakfast and tried my hardest to ignore the horrible squelching noises.



I shuddered slightly and decided against having the rest of my breakfast. I skipped out of the hall smirking slightly at a still laughing Scorpius as I went. I couldn’t help but notice that he looked incredibly sexy in a just got out of bed kind of way. Seriously though, I couldn’t help it. Noticing things about Scorpius had just become really hard not to do recently. He made me feel weird, nervous and happy and something else all at the same time and truth be told I didn’t mind so much. It was strange and I didn’t get it and I tried not to think about it while walking to charms. About what it meant but for some unexplainable reason I couldn’t bring myself to hate him anymore.



I reached charms early and smiled as an over-excited first year came running up behind me and almost bowled me over. And yes it is possible for a first year to bowl me over. It’s not funny.



That means stop laughing.



I leaned against the wall nodding to the passers-by and grinning as Grace came running up to me, practically squealing.



“Ohmigod!” she exclaimed when she reached me, “I think I am in love with him!” And even though I knew that it probably wouldn’t work out, that it probably wasn’t really love I didn’t feel the need to argue and I only felt overwhelming happiness for my best friend. The love bug was definitely contagious.   She hugged me so that I could barely breathe and as soon as I felt I was near to fainting I shoved her roughly off with a quick grin and a giggle. She laughed with me and for some unknown reason we linked arms and turned to the door expectantly. It opened and we squealed “Yes!” as we high fived happily.



The other students milling around and waiting for the class gave us looks but we ignored them after very maturely poking our tongues out. Professor Flitwick smiled at our childish display and beckoned the class inside. Grace and I took our usual spots in front of the classroom and were soon joined by Al and Scorpius. 



“Finally peeled your face off of Drakes, I was seriously worried you were going to eat him for breakfast this morning.” Scorpius said as he sat down causing me to burst out laughing. Grace went red in the face as Al and Scorp joined me in laughter.



So Justin’s last name was Drake, I was going to have to remember that. I thought vaguely as I continued to laugh, tears of mirth streaming down my face. Grace playfully shoved Scorpius as she began to giggle as well and we became the four at the front laughing with each other like complete loons. People stared as if worried about our mental stability but I didn’t care, I just continued laughing until the lesson started. It wasn’t even that funny. Scorpius’ laugh wasn’t just nice, it was contagious.



I had just noticed that.



And I liked it very much.



Charms had never been so fun, Grace, Al, Scorpius and I sat up the front the whole time, talking and laughing about who knows what and Professor Flitwick could not get our attention back to him. He didn’t really seem to be trying to hard. I think he liked that we were all getting along so well I even caught him smiling over at us a couple of times.



After that class the boys had transfiguration, Grace had muggle studies and I had a free period. A very lonely free period I might add. I spent most of it in the library just reading. 



I was preparing to leave after a while, shoving everything in my bag and such when someone came and sat with me. Jacob Phillips. He was possibly the hottest guy in school and I felt my knees go weak at the sight of him, but I chose to ignore them. I shot him a bright smile and settled myself back into my seat. He grinned back at me and came to sit closer. I blushed a bit, but didn’t move. I had been tutoring Jacob in transfiguration for a while and we got along quite well. He was kind and humorous but he was a bit on the slow side. We hadn’t really talked much over the past few weeks and I found myself extremely nervous.



He was starting to move closer, smiling reassuringly the whole time and then all of a sudden he was kissing me. 



His mouth was on mine.



Without any warning my thoughts immediately went to Scorpius and I realized.



I realized that I didn’t want Jacob Phillip’s mouth on mine. I quickly pushed him away.



“I’m sorry Jacob,” I said, blinking back tears, “I just don’t think of you in that way.”



He glared at me but I ignored him and walked out of the library not looking back.



I suddenly knew who I wanted to kiss me. And I couldn’t understand.



Because it was Scorpius Malfoy.


To my wonderfully wonderful readers.  I am officially sucking up to you big time.  I am sooo sorry for the incredibly, ridiculously long wait and I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me... or at least rant about in a review! :)

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Courage
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The day had flown by without a hitch. Not one single hitch and that is a big thing for me. I hadn’t embarrassed myself in front of Rose or given Al a reason to pick on me. I hadn’t squeaked or blushed and I hadn’t made Rose angry with me.



In fact it was quite the opposite really. We had actually spent the first half of the day in each others presence, not only acting civil but laughing together. Laughing. LAUGHING. That is a very big thing.



Now I’m not the type to overanalyze things but her sudden change in attitude towards me must mean something right? Right?



Well I think that it does! It must.



I was sitting in the last class of the day, potions, staring at the back of her head, while Al stared at me with an expression on his face that told me he was worried for my mental stability. I was of course fine. I am not some deranged stalker who sits there staring at the back of Rose’s head. I was just trying to work out whether or not I should start passing notes to her. I finally decided that I would and quickly, making sure that the professor wasn’t paying any attention ripped my parchment in half. When Al saw what I was doing he merely rolled his eyes and got back to his potion. I had to stop myself writing Weasley instead of her name.



So Rose how’s life treating you?



As soon as I sent it flying at her head I regretted it. How’s life treating you? I mean seriously, how’s life treating you! Someone please kill me now! But I couldn’t take the note back so I just waited in pained, expectant silence for the reply. It came flying with a wonderful chasers aim straight at my eye. The last time that had happened I had ended up with a rather odd looking bruise. I was prepared this time though and with my own quidditch reflexes I caught it just in time.



Actually Scorpius I was just thinking about you. Are you ever going to tell me who this girl you’re in love with is?



I smirked at this; slightly bewildered that she had remembered that day in class and that particular note. Even more shocked that she wanted to know. But cool as ever (well at least in notes) I did not give that away.



I’ll tell you but you must promise not to laugh.



The reply came back quickly and looking over at Rose I could tell that she was curious.



I promise!



I smirked as I wrote the reply.



Professor McGonagall



Professor McGonagall? Poor dear.



HEY! You’re just jealous because I am amazing.



Ha. You wish! But seriously who?



I could tell from this that Rose wasn’t going to give in, so I wrote the first name (after Rose’s) that came to my mind.



Trisha Jenkins



The reply was slow to come and I couldn’t help but feel extremely worried.



Trisha Jenkins?






After that there was no reply and I felt kind of relieved but still really upset. I could not believe that I had told the girl that I was really, secretly in love with that I was in love with someone else. I was such an idiot. Finally I had accidentally stumbled upon the hitch that would inevitably take place in my day.



And I repeat, yet again, my life sucks.



I let Al read the notes as we walked back to the common room. He rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything more. He didn’t need to. I already that I had majorly stuffed up. That was what I like about Al; he knew when to speak and when to leave things alone. I was the complete opposite of that. I never knew when to shut my mouth.



That is probably the reason behind my life’s suckiness (Yes I am pretty sure I just made up that word). It also may have something to do with my complete lack of courage.



I have always been just a little bit disappointed in my lack of what all Gryffindors-for lack of a better word- thrive off. Courage. I’ve always thought of it as mere idiocy, foolishness. But I have now realized that it is the type of foolishness that I would like to possess. To be able to leap into something without thinking about it. Without over calculating and letting your fears control you. It was not something that I had ever possessed or wished to possess. Until now.



Now there seems to be nothing I long for more.



Except for Rose. Except for Rose, who will never know because, me being the idiot, the coward I was couldn’t tell her.



And sitting in the common room, these thoughts whirring through my head I decided I wouldn’t be a coward anymore.



I stood up from my chair, my unfinished charms essay spilling out of my lap and onto the floor. Al looked up at me and immediately he knew. He didn’t say anything he just grinned and gave me the nod of approval.



As I walked out of the common room and into the dark dungeon corridors, I completely ignored the sickening flip flops taking place in my stomach. Well not completely ignored, it was kind of impossible to completely ignore. I swear I thought I was going to throw up.



But I digress. Back to the point.



I continued walking up the grand staircase until I reached the library. It was the first place that I had thought of; it seemed that my feet were leading me there. It sounds kind of nerdy, but I don’t really care, I love the library. It’s just the whole feel of the place. It’s all so peaceful and quiet, all you can hear is the rustling of paper and the scratching of quills, but it’s more then that. Just walking in you feel like you have just walked into a sacred temple. All the knowledge and wisdom of past and present witches and wizards just seem to be surrounding you. In the air. Everywhere.



It’s pretty amazing.



It was past curfew so no one was in there and although being the sensible person that she was Rose would most likely be in the common room, I just had the strongest feeling that she was there.



And she was.



She spotted me before I spotted her. She made no sound as she snuck up behind me. No sound at all. When she tapped me on the shoulder I jumped in fright and almost squealed. Almost. I thanked both God and Merlin that I didn’t when I turned around and saw who it was. She looked breath taking. Shadows seemed to cling to one half of her while the other was bathed in silvery moonlight. With her pale skin shimmering slightly in the silvery light and her hair like fire atop her head she looked like some sort of other worldly, faerie creature. I couldn’t speak but luckily I didn’t need to because she talked first.



“Listen, I’m sorry about not replying to your note earlier. Trisha Jenkins eh? You two would make a cute couple. Have you told her that you lo- like her yet?”



She had begun to nervously ramble and I couldn’t help but smile a little. Because I knew that she talked too much when she was nervous and she hadn’t ever told me. I knew that she loved night better then day and summer rains better then winter snows. I knew that she never wore makeup on rainy days so she could be free to dance in it if she felt like it. And I knew that she loved falling asleep to the sound of rain and waking up to the sun streaming through her window and for some reason at that moment I knew that she loved me. I was so happy, I felt like kissing her.



So I did.


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Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Love
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It is true what I said about love. No amount of words can describe it. None at all. No poem, no song, not the dictionary definition. Not even the word that embodies it. Love is something that I can’t describe that Scorpius can’t describe, that no one can describe. The best we can do is powerful and beautiful. And that is true, but there is so much more, so much more to it then that. I wish, I wish with all my heart that I could describe it but the only way of really knowing it is to feel it yourself. That is the only way anyone will ever know.                                                                                                                                                  I know longer know why they call it falling, it feels more like I am flying. Soaring.



I am soaring and there is nothing holding me back. I am free. I am soaring because of this kiss. His kiss. So tender and gentle yet so passionate at the same time. Telling me everything he couldn’t say. Telling me. Kissing me. Scorpius Malfoy was in love with me! Not Trisha stupid Jenkins. Me!



Me, me, me, me, me!



He is so perfect.  So completely and utterly perfect. He is flawed perfection and I love him. I love him. Love is real! I was wrong and I have never been so happy to admit that I was wrong. Love is real and true and good and I can not believe that I thought any differently.



The kiss. His kiss is turning my brain into mush. Someone seems to have pressed the excess cheese button. But you know what? I don’t really care. I sensible, smart Rose Weasley did not care that I was in the library, past curfew, kissing none other then Scorpius Malfoy. I didn’t even care that my dad would most likely go insane and kill me when he found out. I didn’t care. And I loved it. Not caring was fun. Scorpius was a really good kisser. Our bodies fit together, perfectly. He stopped though, to soon he stopped and I looked up and into his eyes.



And wow, I never knew eyes could possibly be that colour, bright and silvery yet dark at the same time. Full of emotion. Beautiful. So beautiful. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us could.  I just stared into them. He was way taller then me and pressed up against him I could feel his toned abs and chest. His blond hair was slightly ruffled, gleaming in the moonlight. Yet I didn’t fully take any of it in as I stared into his depths. It’s true what they say, eyes really, truly are a window into your soul. Scorpius is like I said flawed perfection.



Not perfect but perfect for me. We just stood there staring into each other as the moon began to fade. And I looked into his eyes and I could tell that he was… 



Nervous. Scorpius was nervous. I could tell that through the smart tux and the calm façade that he was nervous. Exceedingly happy but nervous and I felt the same way. For no apparent reason as I walked down the aisle that is covered in Rose petals, in the most gorgeous white gown I have ever seen I was nervous. When I reached him though and he whispered in my ear, in his deep, calm, lovely voice I couldn’t feel anything anymore but love for him. The nerves completely vanished at that point. The love I felt every time I looked at him, or heard him speak or even felt him near me flooded through my body until I seemed to be on a high. It still caught me off guard every single time but it was true. I loved him, I really did love him.



“I do.”




Love, it will not betray you                                                                                                              

Dismay or enslave you                                                                                                                  

It will set you free                                                                                                                             

-Sigh No More, Mumford and Sons

A/N I know this final chapter was short but I hope you liked it anyway. Please review even if you didn’t. You should know how much I love reading them.   (:
 Also a word on the spacing, the reason this chapter took so long to come out is because no matter how many times I fixed the spacing everytime I pressed preview or save chapter it stuffed up, so I am very sorry about that and will try my best to fix it when  have time.  Thank you for your understanding and patience (: