Well, here we go. This is a story, about Rose and Scorpius. Their trials dating, all to the beat of the catchy songs from The Open Door, an amazing album by Evanescence. So, read it, review it, and we'll be good. (: Enjoy!

The Open Door

Good Enough


I feel...
Good enough,
I feel good enough for you.

I walked outside and onto the grounds near the Black Lake, looking for Scorpius. I had something to say, something very important, and I felt as though I were going to explode if I didn’t get it out.
I saw him, sitting on the shore and I smiled. I stood there for a moment, watching him, the way the wind ruffled his bright blonde hair, the sunset reflected off of his taut, rippling muscles…
I walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, and he turned around. Before he could say anything, I shouted, “I love you! I… I’m in love with you, Scorpius!”

I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.

Shock registered on his face, his ice blue eyes widening. “I-I-” he managed to choke out, “I- I can’t say that back, dear,” he said apologetically.
I smiled sadly. “I-it’s all right. I…understand,” I sighed, and turned to leave. He grabbed my arm, and I turned back around, hope in my eyes no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it. Could he ever… would he ever love me, the way I loved him?

Now I can't let go of this dream.

“I want to be with you. I want to love you, the way you deserve. I just… can’t right now. I can’t say those words… I’ll only… hurt you.” He looked down, and let me leave this time.
I walked away, fighting tears. I should have known, known that the whole relationship was far too good to be true. Dad had been right. A Malfoy, with a Weasley. It wasn’t meant to be.

I can’t hold on to anything this good, now.

I sat down in her common room and conjured up a glass of warm tea. After a moment, Lily came and sat down by her.
“What’s wrong, Rosie?” she asked sweetly.
I just shook my head. “Just… realizing that parents are usually right about things like…romance,” I said, not wanting to give too much away.
Lily rolled her eyes. “It’s Scorpius, isn’t it?” she asked bluntly.
I looked at her, shocked. “What-how did you know about that?” I hissed, looking around to make sure no one had heard.
“Well, I know you well. It’s really quite obvious… Plus, I caught you two snogging,” Lily giggled. “Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone!” she clarified at what was probably a look of horror on my face. “But, do you want my advice? From the way I’ve heard him talk, and the way you’ve been talking, he sounds like he’s worth it. I may be young, but I know what I’m talking about.” And with that, she got up, waving a short goodbye.
I closed her eyes and rubbed my temples. I wanted Scorpius back, wanted him with every fiber of my being. But… he didn’t want me. And I should respect his wishes.
Right?
I groaned. This romance stuff was very confusing.

After a few moments of internal debating, I knew what I had to do.

“Why would you want to be with someone like me?” he asked, worry etched on his face. “You’re so… so perfect, and I’m mediocre at best. I can’t even say that I… that thing.” He shrugged, clearly very nervous about my response.
I shrugged and sighed, attempting to confuse him even further. It worked-he looked even more nervous about my response now.
I kissed him once before I began talking. “I am by no means perfect,” I informed him, kissing him on the nose. He laughed, about to make a witty/probably sarcastic comment, and I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “No, no, shushies. Didn’t your mummy ever teach you, interrupting is bad?” He started cracking up, and I couldn’t help but join in. Simply put, I loved everything about him, even if he didn’t reciprocate. He was absolutely adorable, in a quirky kind of way. “But you are far more perfect then I am,” I stated.
He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m a Malfoy. What’s worse, I’m the son of Draco Malfoy.” He gave me a look which seemed to say, ‘Beat that!’
“Yeah, well, I stuck about fifty frogs in Mr. Dickenstein’s room on the second day of First year!” I reminded him.
Scorpius laughed. He hadn’t been there-Slytherins hadn’t had Potions with us Gryffindors until Third Year, but the news had traveled fast, and he had eventually heard about it.
“That was the reason we got together for the first time,” I murmured. “Way back in second year. And now… Three years later… We’re still together.” I stood and moved closer to him, and he jumped, trying to lighten the mood.
“Well. With a name like that, he obviously deserved it,” he teased, moving my bangs out of my face.
I threw back my head and laughed, closing my eyes. I pulled my head up and took in a breath. His face was close, so close, and I could see the concentration in his eyes, as he put a hand on my cheek and left it there. I half-closed my eyes, kissing his palm, and smiled a small smile.
I felt his grip tighten and his other hand on my arm, and then his lips were on mine, and it was amazing, so amazing, and then it was over and he was looking at me, and my eyes were locked onto his irresistible grey ones.
Then he said the words that I had been longing to hear, the words that made my heart race and a grin crawl over it.

Crave my heart, and it's bleeding in your hand.

“I love you, Rosie. I have, for a very long time. I am totally in love with you, and I hope you meant it, because I completely and utterly do. I’ll leave you alone if you want, but please don’t make me, because… If you tell me to do something… I don’t think I’d be able to say no.” He looked sheepishly at me, smiling slightly.
I stared at him, pursing my lips, and a slow smile spread over my face. I gave him one last kiss and we started for the castle.

So be careful what you ask of me, ‘cause I can’t say no, to you.

--
What'd you think? Feedback goes here! Please and thankie. And, be honest if you do. Next chapter up within a week or two. (: