I can forgive you, if you're willing to put this behind us.
There's no reason to explain, there's no reason to make a fuss.
I can forgive you, yes I really can, if you truly want me too,
I can forgive you, if you trust me, that I won’t hold this against you.
~ Jeffery Gonell
Forgive (Scorpius)
I was sitting in the main hall on one of the purple sofas making little fireworks pop out the end of my wand. James was studying for the Transfiguration quiz we had next period, but I couldn't focus enough to study.
I didn't like to admitt it, but Rose was all I could think about.
Why? Why did she do this to me?
Why did everyone do this to me?
I had never done anything. In fact, all I ever did was go to class, play quiddich, study, eat, and hang out with James. I simply 'was', I didn't do anything that could be considered rebellious or mean, I didn't hurt her feelings, I never did anything at all. It made absoluley no sense to me whatsoever.
I wasn't invisible. I stuck out, I was the oddball. I was the one who had a past worth being ignored for: my father.
I had been living in the depths of my father's mistakes for too long.
They couldn't hold me down forever.
~
The quiz was easy. All we had to do was turn a pin into a teacup.
"Pinaculia," I muttered halfheartedly, and the pin turned into a tiny, grey, teacup.
"Excellent," the teacher said, and recorded the score. I returned to sit next to James.
"Ace," I said. James nodded.
"Me too." James was smiling very broadly and his hair, as usual, was a complete and utter wreck.
"Okay, what happened."
"Grace Chang winked at me."
"Dude, she winked."
"Yeah!" I laughed.
"You really like her, huh?"
"She's-"
"Yes, or no."
"Yes."
"I would talk to her if I could... but everyone hates me," I said telling the truth. If I tried to talk to her, she'd probably make a face, then walk away.
"Actually..."
"What?"
"Rose told me something."
"Oh gosh."
"She's really... upset. I was talking with her yesterday in the Common Room," he said, " She was crying."
"Serves her right," I muttered. He grabbed my shoulder.
"No, Scorpius. She was mad at herself for treating you the way she did."
I was shocked. Flabberghasted. Rose. Weasley. Crying over me? So she had been thinking about me too. I was slightly relived.
"Oi! Hello in there? Scorpius?" James said, "Your eyes got all unfocused and you looked REALLY shocked."
"Bloody hell."
"What are you going to do?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
"She needs to apologize."
"Do you hate her?"
"No. I don't know...."
~
Rose
He probably hated me. He probably thought I was a coward. James had most likely told him everything.
And now... I had to face him. I had to sit next to the boy who I had torn apart, and now was attempting to put back together again.
Everything was a blur. Even Professor Coulter's screams blurred over into soft, waving lines that gently carried me over next to Scorpius.
Neither of us said a word.
I snapped back into reality.
"Listen carefully, and GET OUT YOUR NOTEBOOKS," Professor Coulter roared. Mine was already out.
He had told us to take notes during his lecture, but I wasn't listening at all. I was writing an apology.
Dear Scorpius,
I'm writing an apology because I'm too much of a coward to say it to your face.
First of all, I have been a brat to you. I have hurt you so badly that I never expect you to forgive me, ever. I just want you to know that I am so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am..
I now realize that I have treated you as if you were Draco. Only now do I fully realize my stupidity.
You aren't Draco. You're Scorpius. You're an individual, and I have no right to treat you the way I have. I'm so sorry. Really. I can't fathom how much pain I caused you, and it breaks my heart and kills my consience to think about it.
I'm truly deeply honestly from the bottom of my heart sorry.
From,
Rose Weasley.
PS. I know you probably hate me, but I was wondering if you could share your notes with me? I've been busy.
I folded the note up quickly, tapped his leg, and passed him the note. Before he opened it, he looked at me. Really looked at me.
I waited while he wrote back, I could hear the soft rhythm his pen made as he wrote. I looked over. His handwriting was all capital letters, and he formed each word with a seires of staccato strokes.
He passed the note back and smiled. I unopened it. Underneath my apology, a very neat response was written:
First of all, you aren't a coward. You're a Gryffindor, if you were faking bravery, the Sorting Hat would have known.
Second of all, I forgive you. Completely 100% fresh slate forgivness. And I want you to know that I understand. I knew why you had treated me the way you did the whole time. It softened the blows.
Let's start over, okay? We could be friends.
Oh, and by the way I'll meet you in the Library after Gryffindor Quiddich tryouts. We'll study for that test we have on Wednesday. (You can thank me later.)
-Scorpius
I wrote him back, totally relieved.
Okay. Thanks. :)