Fighting Alone [A Scorose Fanfic]

Chapter 3: Scorpius

I read Rose's letter. I wanted to see her badly. I knew that I, as the future head of the Malfoy family, was not to talk to the Weasleys. They were our sworn enemies. But I could not help but yearn for Rose. She was the only one who knew my secret, other than my parents of course. I was a zombie and I knew the dangers of it. My father, the respectable Draco Malfoy, had tried to make peace with the Weasleys. He was a writer under the patronage of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and was deeply dedicated to the cause of peace. Sir Weasley, however, was not. He refused to talk to my father. After all, it wasn't our fault that our ancestors insulted the Weasleys in front of the high court. My parents understand Rose and I. I am grateful for that. I wanted her to marry me, but I knew that could never happen. Her father would never comply and I didn't even know if she loved me back. She was too perfect for me: Her freckles, thick hair...Oh well, at least I could reply.

04/27/1589

Dearest Rosie,

I will be delighted to meet you at the garden on the seventh of May. If by some chance we do not meet I wish to give you luck and and a good journey ahead of you.

Faithfully,

There. Even If I wouldn't be totally happy without Rose, I wanted the best for her.