Hopes and Time turners

Impossible

That fateful afternoon, I had a lot on my mind. I was still trying to figure out how I had forgotten a full month of my life when I saw him. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. I was so glad he was back that I tried to tease him a bit. "Hi, breadhead." I said jokingly. He then turned around. The first things I noticed were his eyes. Those steel grey eyes captured my attention and refused to let go. I then noticed that he was trying to hug me. Without thinking, I kicked him in the shin and ran. 

I stopped at an empty classroom and sat down. What was wrong with me? Did I think Malfoy was... Cute? No, I couldn't! He was a Malfoy and I was a Granger Weasley! We were supposed to hate each other, I couldn't like him! I then went to my next class, still thinking about the feeling I got when he looked at me. 

That night in my dorm room, Alice caught me staring at the wall from my bed. "Okay, Rose, what's wrong?" she asked. 

I hurriedly replied, "nothing. It's fine, I'm fine, everything is fine."

"It's not fine, Rose, Iv'e known you for fourteen years, I know when you are bothered by something."

She was not wrong, me and Alice basically grew up together because my parents were such good friends. I sighed. There was no getting past this. 

"Alice... I think Scorpius Malfoy is hot. What's wrong with me?! I can't stop thinking about the feeling I got when I looked at him."

Alice stopped. She squealed a little bit before exclaiming, "Rose, you have a crush on him!"

"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! I've never liked him, why do I get that weird feeling when I look at him now?" 

"The heart works in strange ways, Rose. I can't say, but I'm owling your mum."

"NO! Please!"

I tried to stop her, but she was too fast. Her owl was sent by the time I was able to pick the lock on the owlry door. "Why did you do that?" I asked her on our way to the fat lady. "Because you never would have done it yourself." She replied with a hint of playfulness in her voice. 

The next day, I didn't see Scorpius or Albus at all. Nor did I on Halloween. 

On November first, they finally came back. Scorpius, I noticed, was constantly looking at me and blushing when I gave him any attention at all. I couldn't help but wonder... did he love me? 

Later that day, Scorpius asked me out. I, to be honest, didn't know what to do, so I declined. Unfortunately, Lily was in the area and she told me to find him again and try talking to him. So I did. I flirted with him for about five minutes before going to my next class. The rest of the day went fine, there was a quidditch match, Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff, and Slytherin won by fifty points. 

After the match, I went to the library to see if I could get my mind off Scorpius. I went to the fiction end of the library, so that it would get my mind off of it faster. I sat at my favorite table and opened to the first page. 

Five minutes in, Scorpius sat down across from me. Great. Just great. "Hi, Rose." Scorpius had his book up in a position so that I could only see his hair and eyes. This did not help. "Hello, Scorpius." 

I left the library an hour later, so as not to miss dinner. Mum's owl arrived during dessert. It said:

Dear Rose,
That is so cute! Scorpius is such a nice boy. I can't write much because of work, a lot of things are going on. I love you! -Mum

"Alice Mary Longbottom..."

"Awww... your mum totally ships it!" she said before digging into some treacle tart. 

At first, I couldn't get him out of my head. Next, I started getting nervous around him. Then, I started to willingly think about him. Before I knew it, I was in love with the boy I'd been told to beat at every test. When I told Alice and Lily, they told me to confess. On the day I had chosen to pour my heart out onto Scorpius, I was nervous as heck. What if he didn't like me back? 

"Rose, you aren't a Gryffindor for nothing" I told myself before walking over to the Slytherin table. When I got over there, both him and Albus looked worried. "What's wrong?" I asked hesitantly. 

Scorpius looked up at me with a grave look in his eyes and handed me the letter.