Rose Weasley is a sixth year with a bit of a problem. And it's not her red hair that attracts people's attention from a mile away. And it's also not her irritating cousins James and Fred- how do Ginny and Angelina manage anyway? Alright, so Rose Weasley has quite a few problems. But unfortunately for her, the biggest one lies with the trademark blond hair and smug smirk that belongs to none other than... ... Scorpius Malfoy.

I used to think I was the perfect one, but looking at him now, as the yellow rays of sun catch in his deep, brown eyes, I wonder if I was mistaken all along; that he was perfection, and I was the mistake. He turns to look at me, mouth curving into a smile that's made only for me. “You look at me as though I'm an angel,” he says softly, leaning in closer. I shrug, embarrassed. I want to tell him that that's exactly what I think; that in this moment he is an angel, that I hope he'll always be one to me. But I don't. I keep my mouth shut and look away. “I feel bad.” I say shortly. He stirs a little, hiding his annoyance. “Why?” I leave the question hanging. We both know the answer anyway.

It was hard for Charlotte to let go of her best friend, Dalton, the boy she fell in love since she was nine years old, to make way for her sister, Caroline, who happens to be in love with him too. It was hard for her but in order to make someone happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own, she was willing to let go. It all happened around her senior year, where she let go the only thing that mattered to her and after graduation, she moved away with no intention of going back. Four years later, on her college graduation day, her parents asked rather demanded her to come home with a reason that shocked her senseless.