I, Rose Weasley, had an enormous, eternal crush on a Malfoy.  The world would end if anyone knew.

His cool, smooth voice penetrated the anger inside of me and I watched as Ada turned around to face her boyfriend. 

He seemed so much more real, more human, than I’d expected.

“Are you okay?” a cool, charming voice asked.

“I suppose you could tell them that you have a boyfriend now, if you’d like.”

Jeanette turned on her bedside lamp and glanced around anxiously.  “Okay, so Rox has been keeping something from you.”

I tried to answer, but no sound came from my mouth; I could only manage a sharp intake of breath.

“Oh this is too good!  Scorpy, did you know that your precious Weasley doesn’t like Quidditch?”

I think my heart stopped.  I couldn’t remember how to speak; it felt like my vocal cords were frozen.

“Um, hello?”  Jeanette sat on the edge of my bed, flailing her hairbrush about.  We turned our attention to her.  “I’m a little hung up on the much bigger issue—Rosie and Scorpius are saying the ‘L’ word, and we weren’t informed of it!”

He stood in front of me, tall and beautiful, his eyes understanding and concerned.  He reached his arms out to me, and I stepped forward into them.

I turned to Scorpius and my eyes met his.  I smiled.  Today would be wonderful.
 

“Mum wants to meet your parents at the St. Mungo’s party.”
 

I looked at his pale skin, stretched tight over the muscles in his torso. I traced our names with my fingertips on his abdomen. Then I traced I love you.
 

 Curiosity may’ve killed the cat, but I’m taking my own turn at it.
 

"We're home," I said, grabbing my brother's arm and squeezing it.