Hey, this is one of my first attempts at freeverse, so be kind~

Well, the NextGen has always fascinated me, due to some odd reason so this idea of chucking some of them in Slytherin popped up. Frankly, (in my own little world), Molly Weasley II is pretty much like Percy, except that she's a lot more determined to get her goals and a lot more pragmatic about it. She lives by the phrase, 'the ends justify the means,' so she isn't above using tricks. However, like any other Slytherin, she knows not to get caught. That is, of course, until she meets Nathanniel Wood, the Gryffindor son of Oliver Wood and Katie Bell when things begin to fall apart at the seems.

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling own everything recognisable.

How many decades, centuries, millennia, years has it been since you first created that mask, sweetheart?

"SLYTHERIN"

Oh the shock, the pain, the sadness, the disappointment.

(Not yours, all you had was pride)

So, why couldn't anyone else see?

That you were happy to be a /snake/

"Hey, that's her! The Weasley in Slytherin"

"Redheads are property of Gryffindor, thanks. They aren't welcome here."

Shutupshutupshutup

What do they know?

It's like having a Black in Gryffindor, really. No big deal.

(Right.)

And you want ohsodesperately to prove yourself.

(Remember Victoire?)

In search of perfection.

So, assemble that {{ glass mask }}, sweetheart; and wear it well.

(Be the Slytherin you truly are.)

Sarcasm. Sneering. Smirking. Sneaking.

Keep everything else (feelings) locked in your heart.

(Does this heart of yours even exist anymore, hmm?)

Manipulate. Malevolence. Monopoly. Megalomaniac.

Life is good, isn't it, ice princess?

(You'd probably throw your heard back and laugh)

So what if you've 'changed'?

You were like this from the start.

And you enjoy seeing that (crystal clear) fear in their eyes.

Yes, even those 'brave' Gryffindors who judged you back then.

But what if, there's this one boy?

(gasp)

Who looks at you like you put stars in the sky.

(so dellusioned dreamers do exist)

And his storm grey eyes that see right through you.

(Uh oh)

And really, you try your best to ignore, that /fire/ in his eyes.

(It burns only for you)

That /pity/

That /want/

That /love/

youcanttakeit

So you trytrytry

And it bugs you that the first thing you look out for now when you enter a room, are his storm grey eyes and his plain brown hair.

("Hell yeah, she finally noticed me!")

And you notice the way he talks, the way he stares (at you) and the way he laughs.

(It becomes your little happy song)

And you find yourself loving it.

(Crap.)

And Merlin, you are bothered.

Because he is hot-headed, rushes into situations, is obsessed, plays Quidditch and wears his heart on his sleeve. Because he's like almost every other Gryffindor boy you know.

(But you know he isn't)

Because Gryffindor boys don't fall for Slytherin girls with tongues dipped in poison and glares that send you to the Arctic and back.

And he doesn't mind, that you have a (bloody) famous last name and a recycled first name.

(Because to him, all that matters is you)

So you trytrytry.

(But basically, he's got you good.)

And it's ironic, someone whose life revolved around strategically-placed lies would fall for someone so freaking sincere.

But you let him take you by the hand, anyway

You let him lead you through the passages and alleyways

You let him twirl you under the stars and kiss you softly

(and it's sort of awkward, because he's so honest and you're so stiff)

But his fire burns out your ice

(and it's sort of cliché but you don't care)

Because hey, those sparks fly and he makes you feel secure, like you could be happy, just being yourself.

So, you're content, with your fingers threading through his and your head buried in his chest.

Because, finally, you are complete.

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