If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ by clicking the link above.
You may have to register before you can post: click the register link above to proceed.
To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.
Hello! My name is Jocelynn. I had been contemplating on whether or not I should post this ff, but I decided to give it a shot. I would have loved to own the wonderful world of Harry Potter, but let's be honest. No one does it better than JK Rowling. The plot and a few characters are mine. The rest are hers.
I remember the first time I showed signs of magical ability. I had gotten this beautiful long dress that I absolutely loved, and Hugo(being the spoiler that he is) had to ruin the moment and made fun of me. He said the unicorns on it were way too fat and ugly, and that’s exactly what I looked like in the dress. A fat and ugly unicorn with bright red hair. So I did the logical thing. I chased him with my toy broom. All around the house and up and down the stairs. My dad was becoming a bit irked to the point that his face turned the same color as his hair.
“Hugo, Rose, please stop, you’re giving me a headache.” He said. More running. “Rose, Hugo, what’s the problem?” He asked as I was gaining on him full speed.
“Hugo called me a fat unicorn!” I shouted.
“Rose is trying to kill me!” Hugo shrieked. My dad’s face was crimson, and it’s kind of funny to think about it now, but before, it was really quite….gross. And my parents never bought me anything that had to do with unicorns after that. No, they’d be crazy to after they spent an hour looking for Hugo, only to realize I locked him in the cupboard. Petrified. Ahh, good times.
So if I were to look at my life now, I’d know I had some pretty good memories. I only wish I’d known how much time I had left. No one ever really knows. And I sat on the train, my best friend right beside me, dazed. I heard her shout in my ear, and I jumped while she laughed.
“Oh my gosh, Rose, you should have seen the look on your face. That face was far from attractive.” Said Elena. Her face was tanned with slight freckles on her nose. She had a wide smile and her cheeks were almost always rosy, as if she’d been running a mile or if she was very fond of blush. I glared at her but ended up smiling either way.
“Are you kidding? That‘s my sexy face. It get‘s guys every time.” I told her jokingly.
“Really, Weasley? That face is supposed to be cute? I don‘t see it.” I hear a voice say. And almost immediately my mood diminishes. Why, of all people, must it be him? I turn my head to look at him, you know, all dramatic in stuff like in the movies.
“Malfoy, what do you want?” I asked him, cutting to the chase.
“I’m wondering what type of guys are stupid enough to find that face cute. Whether surprised or not.” He said, his signature smirk plastered on his face.
“Oh really, let’s be honest. You only want what you can’t have. Don’t be jealous though. I‘m sure you‘ll find someone. And hopefully they‘ll be as decent as you are.” I said. All the while in my head I can hear an audience of people yelling “BURN”. And I grin widely when I see the smirk gone. Mission accomplished.
“How can you come to school with your head up high like that? Hang your head in shame, there’s nothing to be proud of. All you Weasley’s will never amount to anything.” He says. And I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks. Elena stands up to hold me back.
“Really? Quite funny, because look at all my uncles, and aunts, and my own parents. They’re perfect for proving you wrong.” I say through clenched teeth. He walks up to me, and we are only inches apart. Only then do I notice his eyes. Stormy grey, but yet I’m unable to read anything.
“Your parents amount to nothing compared to mine. I think we’re all clear on that.” He says. And for a second, it barely registers what he says to me. I’m just trying to look at his eyes. Trying to read them. Trying to break through a stone barrier. Trying to get to him. Unsuccessfully. And when he notices what I’m trying to do, he quickly looks away and storms out. And I just stand there, dazed. All the Malfoys are the same I guess. Instead of their eyes being the window to their souls, they create a stone barrier, so no one can see who they truly are.
Elena is the one to snap me out of it. She looks at, confused.
“Would you mind explaining to me what just happened? You were doing just until…” She trails off. I look at her, a small smile on my lips..
“Have you ever noticed his eyes?” I asked her.
“What?” She says, putting her hands on her hips. “He‘s telling you off and all you do is look at his eyes?” She says in exasperation. Okay, maybe I do sound a bit crazy.
“It wasn’t like that at all. It was like….he’s hiding something. And I need to know what that is. I need to know what makes him tick.” I say, trying to cover of the fact that in truth, I found his eyes intriguing. I wanted to see them again. But Elena unfortunately saw right through me.
“Oh, Rose, no! You know there’s more to that. Oh you’re so gross.” Elena says in disbelief.
“Wait, what are you thinking?”
“Well for starters, you’re blushing like crazy right now. And second of all, you just stood there. Got that? Stood there. You didn’t say anything. You let him insult you as soon as you guys got closer. And then you obsess over his eyes. I’m no idiot. You have this crazy disgusting school girl crush over a git.” She says me in that know it all manner. I’m scared that this school year she’ll be less like Elena and more like Mom. I roll my eyes at her.
“Please Elena, how could suggest such a thing? I don’t like him. He’s not even remotely cute to me. Stop reading love stories get out of your little fantasy world. Me and Scoripus, that’s laughable.
Did you know that when someone finds someone else attractive, their pupils dilate? It’s something you have to watch for. For that split second that you look at them, watch for their eyes. Not in that creepy way, I mean, don’t just stare. Look, be subtle if you have to. But when it happens you know. And when I looked at Weasley’s eyes, the same way she looked at mine, I saw them dilate. You really have to watch for hers, because her eyes are chocolate brown, which it’d be harder to tell compared to mine. But you know what the funny and absurd thing is? I think mines dilated too.
**********************************************
If this is validated, reviews are much appreciated. Thank you.
Jocelynn.
Last edited by emerald dawn; 09-19-2011 at 11:28 PM.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,796
Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus
Slytherin
Seventh Year
Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office
Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries
Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post
x12 x12
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Thank you for sharing your talent with us again! Please be sure to edit your first post with a chapter index when you next update and, as always, update often and have fun!
__________________
When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes
AW! I've always thought hoped that somehow the Weasley and Malfoy family would get put together!
Brilliant story!
PAMS!
thank you! Same, which is why I've decided to write this.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lady Mouldywart
I've read some other Rose/Scorpius fics but this one is great too! Is it true that the pupils dilate? Ha, mine are dark brown so guys won't notice
PAMS!
Aw thanks. Yes it is true but I've heard it also tends to happen when you dislike someone. My eyes are very dark brown. Only in the sun can you see that my eyes are truly brown lol. So you aren't alone. But they're fun to watch for.
Quote:
Originally Posted by LillyJames
I love it! It's great! I can't wait for more!!
Thanks you. There's more to come. Hopefully this weekend I'll be ble to post again.
Jocelynn, that first chapter is amazing. I couldn't stop reading I even ignored like three messages on Facebook I was so hooked. I can't wait for your next chapter.
- Sammi
__________________
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier;
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry;
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
Jocelynn, that first chapter is amazing. I couldn't stop reading I even ignored like three messages on Facebook I was so hooked. I can't wait for your next chapter.
- Sammi
thank you very much . This made me smile.
CHAPTER TWO.
******************** I always wondered why the Slytherins found Scorpius so amusing. They’d look like pathetic losers, doing him favors, sucking up to him, flirting, hoping that one day he’s get his fat head out of his butt to actually care. But I’ll be honest. He’s not ugly. Okay, I’ll be more than honest. He’s attractive. He’s got pretty eyes and nice hair, he’s on the Quidditch team. I do understand why girls drool over him. Slytherin girls do it openly, but for the other houses it’s kind of like a taboo. I mean, he’s such a git.
It was our fifth year back.
I tried to tell Elena this, but she was still stuck on the idea that I actually liked him. I tried to think of anything bad about him to disprove her, but she was adamant.
“I know you think he’s a terrible person and all, but I heard his dad was worse. So, I guess Malfoy isn’t really all that bad.” Elena says in his defense.
“You’re defending him?”
“I’m not saying he’s a great person, but my father said Mr. Malfoy was worse. How he would bully everyone and be terrible to the first years. I hear Mr. Malfoy isn’t all that bad now, though. Scorpius seems only arrogant. Something that goes down in the Malfoy family.” Elena says. It was a cool Friday night in the Gryffindor common room. The fireplace was lit, casting a shadow upon our faces. It was full tonight, but everyone else was huddled in their own little group. Elena, daughter of Dean Thomas, was tall and lean with a thick head of black hair. Her eyes were a lighter brown, making it look like she had contacts on. Her dark skin glowed in the light of the fire. She was very pretty. And to many of the guy’s dismay, she was taken. I was happy for her, but I couldn’t help feeling like a third wheel sometimes. When Elena gets called over by her boyfriend, I nod, giving her the okay to leave, and sneak out the common room before the others notice. Lumos. I decided to go by the lake. I doubt anyone is ever really there at this time, and I’d just rather sit alone by the moonlight. I’m careful not to make any noise or wake the paintings. Carefully I put one foot in front of the other, my hand outstretched. When I finally reach the lake, I see a figure sitting before it. Broad shoulders and hair that’s glows in the moonlight. Male. I’m not even a good five feet away before he speaks. It stops me in my tracks.
“You’ve got no sense of privacy, do you, Weasley?” He says in a low tone. He doesn’t turn to look at me, and he’s as still as stone. His tone wasn’t being defensive, and he wasn’t trying to be rude. He was only asking a question. I don’t move any closer.
“How’d you know that was me?” I ask him.
“When you think in your head, you think in your voice.” He says simply. Wait, he can hear my thoughts?
“Yeah, I can hear all you’re thinking. Legilimency.” He answers before I can even speak out loud.
“Alright, stop that, it’s creepy.” I say to him, and I hear him laugh. A real laugh. A nice one.
“ I like to hear what you think about me, Weasley. It’s a boost to my self esteem.”
“Oh really? What exactly do I think that could be beneficial to you?” I ask him, getting the courage to walk up closer now.
“Don’t lie. You think I’m the best looking guy in the school. Which isn’t too far from the truth.” He says, that well known smirk appearing on his face again. It causes me to laugh.
“Oh my god, now you’re confused! You aren’t even on my top ten.” I said, forcing myself to close off my thoughts. Forcing myself to hide the fact that he actually is.
“No. You’re confused.” He said, finally getting up. “Last time I checked, I was number one.” Okay, closing off my thoughts isn’t working out. I take one large step closer to him.
“And when exactly was this?” I told him, my cheeks getting red, the cool wind blowing in my face.
And just like that, he takes the last few steps toward me, closing the distance between us, just like last time. He towers over me, seeing as I’m shorter than a good amount of my classmates. I thought he was just going to say it to my face, but instead, he leans his head sideways and whispers into my ear, “On the train ride here”.
I found myself trying to catch my breath. Whether if it was the coolness of the night or the fact that we were so close, I‘m not sure. But for the first time, I returned the smirk. I stood on the tip of my toes, barely reaching his ear. And I whispered, “If I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say the feelings were mutual.” I look up at him to see his reaction, which was surprising actually. I thought he’d be sarcastic, maybe even scoff or roll his eyes. But the look on his face was of absolute disgust. He sneers at me and takes a few steps back.
“Nothing is mutual between us, Weasley. You obviously can’t take a joke.” He says to me.
“I’m the one who can’t take a joke? Please, Malfoy. I don’t think for a second that you don’t like me back. Or is it because I’m a halfblood? I thought your father would teach you better than that.” I told him. And before I knew it, I see blood rush to his pale face, giving it the color he so desperately needed.
“Look Weasley, don’t even think that you know me. Because you don’t know me at all. Nor do you know my father. He’s not like that. And lastly, this has nothing to do with your blood status. Being the daughter of Hermione Weasley, I’d thought you’d have more sense in you. Apparently you don’t.” He caught me off guard there. I took a step back and tried to gain my balance.
“I’m leaving.” I said briefly before I turn around and try to walk away. I wanted to run back to the common room for fear that I would completely lose my balance in front of him. But deciding that would make me look like a coward and make him think he’d just won some kind of battle, I walked. Left, right, left, right, left. I suddenly became very intent on putting one foot in front of the other. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. But for some reason I knew all of this wasn’t worth it. He knew what I was thinking. In the back of my mind, I was trying to analyze each and every single word. Why would he be joking and laughing, and the next moment he just snaps. If his sudden mood changes don’t have to do with my blood status, then what does it have to do with? When I stated something that I knew about him, he snapped, like I was invading his privacy. Bipolar much?
As a Malfoy, you’re taught to keep your thoughts and feelings hidden. It’s like being reprogrammed so that you don’t look surprised, so that you don’t look sad or angry. You keep a calm and cool face. You seem aloof. And honestly, I thought I was doing great at that. I wanted to keep her thinking after I had left, to keep her wondering. Playing mind games is something I’m good at. But then the wind started blowing the hair out of her face, bringing her blue eyes into full view. And she stood on the tip of her toes and whispered into my ears. She was right, and I was oh so tempted to smile back at her. But I couldn’t. Thinking a girl is cute and flirting with her is one thing. But actually liking one? Having those weird butterflies in your stomach and having the sudden urge to get down on one knee and quote Shakespeare. That’s different. And not to mention cheesy. And just like that I ruin a moment where we aren’t technically insulting each other.
I walk towards her, trying to stop her from walking any further.
“Wait! Come back.” I call after her. She stops for a second, and then whips around, her cheeks flushed.
“And do what, Malfoy? What do you want me to come back for? To read more of my thoughts and insult me? To show just how uncivil you can be? To show how much of a jerk you can be? Why should I come back?”
“You think I’m a jerk?”
“Yeah, I do. I see the way you treat other girls. Not very kind. You use them.”
“And you don’t think they use me? Half those girls are prissy little losers who want attention. I don’t care about that. I don’t want them.” I told her, the words coming out in a rush.
“Listen, Malfoy. I came here for peace and quiet. I didn’t come here for you. And I didn’t come for an argument. Quite frankly, I’d much prefer it in the common room. I’m leaving.” She says before turning around again and walking away.
“Well, if you think I’m so bad, give me a chance to prove you wrong.” I said.
“How?”
“Just stay here. Don’t go back.” I told her. “Stay, and I promise I’ll be civil.”
************************************************** ****
A/N: Thanks so much. I know I said I was to post this weekend, buuuutttttt....anyways. I tried to find a way to differentiate Draco from Scorpius. Because this is after the battle, and things change, and so do people. I hope you were able to see that. I don't want Scorpius to seem prejudice in anyway, but he's still a Malfoy right? Anyways, I'll shut up lol. Review are LOVED. Tell me what you think.
Jocelynn <3
Last edited by emerald dawn; 09-20-2011 at 12:53 AM.
And just like that, he takes the last few steps toward me, closing the distance between us, just like last time. He towers over me, seeing as I’m shorter than a good amount of my classmates. I thought he was just going to say it to my face, but instead, he leans his head sideways and whispers into my ear, “On the train ride here”.
Ahhh, I thought we were going to see a different side of a Malfoy.............
But then............
Quote:
Originally Posted by emerald dawn
I found myself trying to catch my breath. Whether if it was the coolness of the night or the fact that we were so close, I‘m not sure. But for the first time, I returned the smirk. I stood on the tip of my toes, barely reaching his ear. And I whispered, “If I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say the feelings were mutual.” I look up at him to see his reaction, which was surprising actually. I thought he’d be sarcastic, maybe even scoff or roll his eyes. But the look on his face was of absolute disgust. He sneers at me and takes a few steps back.
BAM!!!! He changes to full throttle Malfoy
Great work, Jocelynn. PAMS!!!!!!
- Sammi
__________________
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier;
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry;
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
Hey, Jocelynn! This is really good! You have thought out Scorpius and Rose really well.
You are a wonderful writer, keep it coming!
I take it Rose takes after her mom and aunt Ginny in the fact she has to stand on her tiptoes.
Ummm... this is in their 5th year right? I may have just skimmed over it too fast.
Just wondering, is she close to her mom, Hermione? (I know, weird question, but just by her tones when talking about Hermione makes me wonder.)
Anyways.... great job!
-Rachel
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,796
Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus
Slytherin
Seventh Year
Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office
Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries
Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post
x12 x12
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Last update 20 SEPT 2011
__________________
When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes
A Lifetime Worth Of Memories - Sa13+ 
x12 
x12
I've always thought 
Jocelynn, that first chapter is amazing. I couldn't stop reading 
. This made me smile. 
