Lost in Translation by scorpiusrose (a.k.a. me again)
Rated T | Ongoing
So, hi, it’s me again, this time doing something that I’ve never before, which is writing a request. I must’ve received this message a couple of months ago, and I don’t normally do this, but I felt inspired and I do like this song a lot. So if you’re the anon who requested this, hope you enjoy and please let me know if you’ve read it cos that would make this extra awesome. Cue the fluff and angst!
(The summary is actually included in the first part of the story, so I’m not going to give away any more)
Maybe this thing was a masterpiece, ‘til you tore it all up
9:34 p.m. April 10th, 2027 - London
“Fine,” she huffed, slamming the door to their flat. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she forgone the lift and ran down the stairs.
Before she knew, she ended up in a Muggle park near their once-home, and just as every relationship ends, she thought right back to the beginning. This time, she didn't need a pensieve to remember, as every memory of them was etched into her mind. She knew their story all too well.
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
11:23 a.m. September 1st, 2017 - Hogwarts Express
“Hello there, I’m Rose,” she stuck out her hand to the blond hair boy with black rimmed glasses in front of her.
The boy looked at her up and down, before stopping to stare at her outstretched arm, “Charmed,” he scoffed, turning his head back towards the window.
Though stunned at his reaction, she swallowed her anger and tried again, “Well, this is the part where you’re supposed to tell me your name,” she was determined, unwilling to let it go, that was for sure.
“Why do I have a feeling that you know exactly who I am before you even entered this train compartment?” He asked sarcastically, looking at her from the corner of his eyes.
Rose flushed at the thought of being caught. Of course she knew exactly who he was. Scorpius Malfoy was a well talked about subject in her household every since she got her letter to Hogwarts. Her family, more specifically her father and grandfather, had been frequently mentioning him in conversation as that “Malfoy spawn”, and whenever she asked her mother about it, she would say “Don’t you worry, Rosie, your father is just holding onto grudges, remember what we taught you and you’ll do just fine”
So here she was, remembering what her parents had taught her, to always be open minded and kind, because whilst kindness and empathy were free, friendship was priceless. And she had feeling this lonely boy in the last train compartment was in need of a friend.
“Right… You’re Scorpius Malfoy, and I’m Rose W-“
“You’re Rose Weasley, you’ve mentioned”
“Well technically, I’ve only ever mentioned that I was Rose, and as for the Weasley part… I’m guessing it was more than just my red hair that gave it away” she smiled teasingly, having caught him out.
He sputtered for a moment, but chose not to respond.
“You know what, Scor,” he flinched at the unfamiliarity of this new nickname, “I think we’re going to get along just fine”
