I don't know if theres something in the air, but I keep writing new stories! For now, this is a one-shot, but I am considering a sequel, because, I'm sure you'll realise once you've read this, it doesn't actually end properlly. (Well properlly in my books anyway!)

So yeah, once again waaay different to my normal stories! So please, don't hate me! Also: Un-betaed! Maybe I should get one? Sorry if I have bad grammar!

Enjoy! I hope and PLEASE review :)

X Potty

"I can't be around you anymore Rose. It hurts too much."

She looked up at him, eyes full of confusion, and some unwilling emotion that was forcing its way out.

His eyes were empty and avoiding hers. He shifted his foot over loose pieces of gravel on the path, before swallowing loudly.

"I hope you understand." He said emotionlessly.

She frowned.

Because that was what he'd become empty, abandoned, lost.

She opened her mouth to protest, to say something.

Rose Weasley always had the last say, always. But there was a lump in her throat as his eyes finally met hers.

Their spark gone.

Had she done this? Why hadn't she seen it sooner?

She glanced down at her wrist, merely out of habit. The delicate bracelet that usually comforted her, that guaranteed warmth, friendship and . . . love, seemed out of place on her wrist.

It didn't match her anymore, did it?

Could you outgrow love?

She stared at it angrily and had the childish urge to rip it off and throw it at his face.

With a shaking hand she attempted to undo the clasp, feeling his eyes watching her.

She took a heavy breath as she finally undid it, holding it at arms length towards him looking up at the part of the building above them, jutting out that was there shelter.

"Rose you don't have to give me this-"

"What? So you can just go forget about me, but I can't about y-you?"

She had been so unfalteringly convincing until the last word of her sentence. Her hand had twitched slightly on the grip of the bracelet, and her voice suddenly trembled.

"I don't want it either."

Her heart stopped.

In that moment, in a desperate attempt to rid herself of this feeling she was unfamiliar to she flung it as far as she could away from them, onto the middle of the flooding road.

Her lip twitching up - satisfied as it was carried away in the rain, down the drain.

Gone forever.

She chanced a glance at him to see he was shaking his head.

"This is why I have to go. When people in our lives hurt us we have to get away. Move on." He recited.

So that hurt him.

Her fingers twitched and she fell silent.

Was she even breathing?

She felt empty, she looked down once again ignoring the stab of regret she felt for the bracelet. The bracelet. Her bracelet.

She heard movement, and looked up at once to see him glancing out into the rain that was steadily getting heavier.

He was leaving for real. He meant it.

He stepped down off the curb, turning slightly to face her, his face blank as ever.

Before turning back to cross the road.

He had nothing else to say on the subject?

"Who taught you that? You're shrink?" She called after him, finally processing what he had said previously about getting away from people, her hands now balled into fists at her sides.

"No Rose!" He swivelled around in the middle of the street, as she neared the edge of the footpath – still under shelter.

She saw now how lifeless he had become as he stood out in the open, his face appeared grey and she watched as raindrop after raindrop caused his hair to turn darker and stick to his face.

Was this how it always was? Him – out in the cold, the rain, energy and life slipping away?

And her, standing under protection, comforted, blissfully unaware, and hopelessly self-absorbed.

It was hopeless.

"You taught me that."

She wouldn't have believed he had said it, something so . . . hurtful.

But she had seen his lips move.

He walked backwards a few paces, holding her gaze, before turning back around and leaving her alone.

She took a deep breath.

How was the rain leaking onto her? She certainly felt a few drops of it hit her face.

She wiped the rain off her cheeks and standing up straight she was ready to round the corner.

To go back into the pub, to forget everything that had just happened.

Because it was routine.

Nothing ever affected her; perhaps usual emotions never occurred to her, which made it easy for her to hurt others around her unwillingly.

Though sometimes, she would admit, she new precisely what she was doing.

There would always be an exception to the rule. Someone she shared all with, someone that made her laugh.

Her friend, her best friend.

And maybe, he thought he had broken through the walls she built up around herself?

He knew her best didn't he?

She stumbled slightly, losing her footing and slipping off the path and onto the unsheltered, blustery and stormy road.

The rain almost obscuring her vision, she squinted in the direction he had gone.

It wasn't too late. She presumed.

Acting on a sudden impulse, she ran in that direction, calling his name.

"Scorpius?" She called, sounding unsure and muffled. She cleared her curiously groggy throat and called again.

"Scorpius?"

She smiled slightly as her confident tone returned.

"SCORPIUS?" She yelled, louder again.

Ignoring the old lady in the red umbrella she continued, her chest feeling somewhat lighter.

"SCORP?"

They hadn't used nicknames in months. She suddenly had recalled that fact.

Why?

Why hadn't they?

She touched her left wrist absentmindedly, before her eyes fluttered shut.

He wasn't answering.

"SCORPIUS MALFOY!"

He had gone.

"SCOR-SC-SC-"

But she had already known that.

"Scorpius?" She whispered, looking around the empty buildings. The empty streets.

Chest heaving she headed back to the pub, each footstep heavier and heavier. But she forced herself along. One step at a time.

Pushing the door open she nodded politely at someone vaguely familiar, before her eyes locked on to her cousin, making her way towards him.

"Who was it?"

Asked her cousin in a playful manner, shoving her lightly as she joined him at the bar, sitting on the high stool.

"Who was who?" She asked weakly.

"The guy who made you cry of course!" He said good heartedly and grinning.

Her eyes opened wider momentarily, but she soon recovered.

"Don't be so ridiculous Al. I never cry. Just been out in the rain, that's all."

And then she got it. She swung her legs around properly and crossed them over. She shut her eyes, they stung slightly.

The rain had just got in them, see.

Maybe she understood. . .

Why it had been so easy to hurt him this whole time.

Because then it wasn't her, she wasn't the one at risk.

And she couldn't risk losing their friendship. Changing it into something new.

Did that make her a coward? No.

Selfish? Yes.

How many times had it been a joke to them?

They were always going to end up together.

No man and woman could be that good friends for so long and not have any fireworks.

She opened her eyes and nodded at the barman and grabbed her drink, nodding more as she heard her cousin waffle on about something that happened at the Ministry, feeling warm as the drink flowed through her.

Her eyes fluttered once again.

But that would've been predictable, wouldn't it?

Predictable, vulnerable, emotional.

That was it, precisely it.

Emotions got in the way.

And there wouldn't always be a convenient rain shower, would there?

No.

That's why there would be no next time.

She decided, shaking down her left sleeve to cover her wrist.

"Have you been listening Rosie?" asked Albus sounding annoyed, and perhaps a little hurt she picked up.

"Yes." She said smiling brightly, "so what happened next?"

She was too convincing.

Sooo that was it, like I say, sequel that is perhaps happy? Haha. Let me know if I should, alright? And THAT means a review!

If you were wondering, Scorpius inspiration =

I don't know what I should do now
I don't know where I should go
I'm still here waiting for you
I'm lost when you're not around
I need to hold on to you
I just can't let you go
Yeah, yeah

In a perfect world
This could never happen
In a perfect world
You'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces
But to you this means nothing,
Nothing at all

You feel nothing,
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

(Simple Plan- Perfect World)

And then Rose =

Well after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up while you can, whoa whoa

When you go would you even turn to say
"I don't love you like I did yesterday"?
Well come on, come on!

When you go would you have the guts to say
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"?

I don't love you like I loved you yesterday
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday

(My Chemical Romance - I don't love you)

I know that doesn't really go with the Rose I portrayed, but its what I listened to, and in my head she was the one saying 'I don't love you like I did yesterday'

Anyway! Hope you review :)

xoxo Potty