"Do I want you to what?"
"Probably. Who’s to really say?"
"Do you not want me to…?"
"I think it’s safe to say that I should take my leave now."
"So I believe, just for now.
I’m Rose. You’re Scorpius.
That is all there is to it.”
"I’ve always figured one needs a reason
to be civil. And I suppose, if we plan to,
you know, be civil, getting to know each
other is as good of a reason as any, yes?
No guarantees I’ll like you after all is said.”
No reason she would like the way he studied her.
Or the way he caused her mind to reel.
There was no telling if she would remain entirely
And most secretly c a p t i v a t e d.
"Like wise. You’re a Weasley, I’m a Malfoy.
Naturally it’s in our blood to dislike one another but
we’ll never know unless we learn more about the other.”
A simple nod was all it took to convey
their mutual understanding of what was
generally unspoken. For the same reason
that some things changed and others
"At times, I guess I can be a bit.
I’m just not one to quickly trust
the company of others. A tactic,
if you will. I suppose, just maybe
I don’t know much about you
either. Is there any reason that
I should? In your honest opinion.”
"In order to know about one another
Well we’ve to be more than civil with each
other and I feel as though this is the most civil
we’ve ever been.
You know nothing about me, and that is on me.
I know next to nothing about you either.”
"Which I understand. Certainly. Of course.
But I think both sides have their own faults.
How could I ever live up to be as praised
as they were? For you, that task is easy.
You also have more going against you, I
think it’s fair to say. To each their own.”
A gentle shrug conveyed her honesty.
It wasn’t something she talked about often.
Maybe he understood.
"Throw me a bone. Anything at all.
What have you figured out?
Maybe I’ll throw one back.”
It wasn’t a subject matter he spent much time
dwelling on either. Most already figured that
he was a blood supremacist much like the rest
of the Malfoy clan. What did it matter?
"You’re guarded ; very much so.
Stubborn along with it. But, perhaps
that’s only with me? — I don’t think so.
I don’t know why, either. But, then again
I don’t know much about you, Weasley.”
"I didn’t say I didn’t trust you because
you are a Malfoy. You assumed that.
Believe it or not I don’t have to agree
with everything people say. What?
You think I want people to judge me for
what my parents did when they were
my age? Hardly. I have other reasons.”
Rose had always prided herself on what she sensed.
The way people came off to her. She was also terrible
at admitting when she was wrong.
"Solved anything yet? Just curious."
"The difference and don’t take it so literally:
Your parents, for the majority, are praised.
My father and family for the majority are seen as
cowards to both sides.”
There it was. Even Scorpius from time to time couldn’t
help but follow along to the status quo and see his family
for what they were believed to be: cowards, t r a i t o r s.
"Hardly. You’re a complex individual. When I think I’ve figured… something out, I’m met with what seems like fifteen more layers.”
Her lips parted in protest to his fickle nature,
but Rose offered a humbling silence instead.
"You can tolerate me. Doesn’t sound so
completely special. The reason I seem
to captivate you is above me, but I can
take it with a grain of salt. If you’re telling
the truth that is. I’m never sure with you.”
How could she ever confess that he intrigued
her in the way most things didn’t.—
—For no reason at all.
"It’s different than that. I can’t put it
into words well, but there. It’s the best
I know, I’m a Malfoy — I’m elusive, I’m sneaky.
I shouldn’t be trusted by word alone ; something
that I have my father to blame, something that
I blame myself for.
You intrigue me, Rose Weasley. Everyone else in this
blasted school is easy to understand and yet, you’ve been the hardest
mystery to solve.”
"Yes. I did. Because I’m still curious.
For that very reason. I am not only
that to you. If that’s true what am I?
I’m not looking to pick a fight here.
I am simply curious. Don’t have to
be a Ravenclaw to want to ask you
questions, do I?”
"No… No you don’t.
I don’t want the bad-blood between…”
He could tell, before any explanation
that he was full of shit.
"You’re the only person who’s yet to bore me
in life. That means something to me.
I don’t like many people as I’m sure you can tell. My own
house boils my blood as much as any other but you —
I can more than tolerate.”