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Knock on Wood by Moonyxluna
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Format: Novel
Chapters: 31
Word Count: 133,987
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Fred, Scorpius, Albus, Rose, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing, Rose/Scorpius, OC/OC

First Published: 01/05/2012
Last Chapter: 09/17/2012
Last Updated: 09/17/2012

Summary:
jawdropping banner by Millarz @ TDA | Being beta'd by RosieQueen


Recipe for Disaster, or, Hannah Wood's seventh year:
Add 3 best friends- Fred Weasley, Albus Potter, and Sophie Longbottom.
Stir. Drop in Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley's relationship. Let simmer.
Sprinkle in a little late night snogging with Scorpius in the Astronomy tower.
Try not to let it boil over.

Winner of the 2012 Kecker Award for Best Humor

Chapter 1: Rome Forever
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It was cold for June. The sky had a dreary overcast; it looked as if it would be a rainy ride home. A slight chill went up my spine as I wrapped my jumper snugly around myself while I waited for the bright red train to pull into Hogsmeade station. I was standing with Fred and Al, surrounded by our luggage. Al's owl, Tilly, was hooting loudly in objection of being caged up for the long ride back to Kings Cross Station.

"N.E.W.T's next year." Al filled the silence and ignored his owl to look around for his little sister. "Hannah, have you seen Lily?"

"Yes," I smirked, trying to hide my smile.

He gave me a look as if I needed to finish my sentence, and after I didn't respond he asked "...Where?"

"I don't think she wants to be found by you, Al." I said with a small chuckle, knowing it would simply get a rise out of him. I had, in fact, just talked to Lily Potter. She had very clearly told me to 'keep her nosy pest of a brother away' while she sat with her new interest, a Hufflepuff by the name of Graham Collins. I let him brood as I glanced around the station, giving a small thought to who I hadn't said goodbye to. I had already left my best girlfriend, Sophie, with her dad in the greenhouses. I saw the group of Weasley girls; Rose, Molly, Dominique, and Fred's sister Roxanne, all standing and whispering together, a frequent pastime for the lot. I assumed I'd see them plenty over the summer, so I didn't feel the need to make a special trip to say goodbye.

I glanced around a little further, and that was when I caught eyes with Scorpius. He was with his usual group of Slytherin Quidditch friends, half listening, and half looking around. I told Fred to watch my stuff while I made my way over to him.

His friends gave me an unsure look as I stopped a few feet away from them, but turned back to their conversation after Scorpius walked over to me. Over the years his friends had gotten over the fact that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin were friends, and simply ignored me whenever I spoke to Scorpius.

“Hi Hannah,” Scorpius smirked. “You don't suppose your dad'll mind if I visit once or twice over the summer, would he?"

"I suppose he'd mind a lot," I said with a nervous laugh. "You'll write?"

"Of course. Corvus gets bored if he's at the Manor too long, he'd love the trip." he said quietly, nodding over to his owl that was asleep with his head tucked away under its wing. I'd gotten used to him not wanting our friendship out in the open, so his quiet tone didn't faze me all too much. We stood in silence for a few seconds, before giving each other an awkward chuckle.

"Err, um, if you wanted, I'm sure I could sneak in... a visit or two?" I said, and I could feel my cheeks burn.

"We'll have to see, love." he said with a cocky chuckle, before winking and heading back to his friends. I sighed, love-struck, before wiping the girly grin off my face and heading back to my friends.

"What was that about?" Fred asked when I got back to them. The train had just pulled into Hogsmeade Station, so I hauled my trunk over towards the other students' before boarding the train.

"We're friends. I was wishing my friend a good summer." I stated, rolling my eyes at Fred.

"I just think tha-" Fred started, but was interrupted.

"What he means," Al intervened, giving Fred a look before pushing in front of him, "is where is Lily?"

"I already told you, I'm not telling you." I shrugged, before finding an empty compartment and shoving the two inside. I sat across from the two, who already had their hands in their pockets digging out every last knut and sickle they could muster, waiting for the sweets trolley.

We were shortly joined by Rose Weasley, who sat down next to me before I could think about objecting. Nothing against Rose, we just... aren’t very close anymore, and it can get rather awkward talking to her.

"We need to get together over the summer and study." she announced happily to all of us.

"Rosie!" Fred wined, and I covered my mouth to suppress a laugh, "Seventh year hasn't even started and you want us to study!?"

"It's Rose. And yes! N.E.W.T.s are important!" she said, waving her hand towards Fred in a dismissing fashion. "Anyway," she ignored Fred’s pestering as she turned to me. "You'll never guess who I was just talking to!"

"Derwent Shimpling?" I said, not even trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"Who?" she asked in a confused snap, before clicking her tongue in realization and scowling at me. "No. Scorpius Malfoy." she whispered, grinning. I nearly choked on my saliva as I actually started paying attention to her. Fred and Al were now setting up a game of exploding snap and had completely tuned us out, leaving us free to discuss a certain blonde haired wizard.

"What'd he say?" I asked, careful to keep the casual tone in and urgency out of my voice.

"Oh, not much," she replied, although I could tell she was trying to make it sound casual. "Just asked what my plans were for the summer, things like that."

"Oh. Cool." I sighed, before slumping back into the seat. I felt the train lurch forward after a few moments, and I looked out the window. I had been right; the first few drops of rain had just begun to hit the window. Before long I could watch as drips of rain raced their way along the window as the train sped fast towards London.

*

"Hey mum, hey dad." I said as my mum suffocated me into a hug mere seconds after I had departed the train.

"Oh dear, you can't go back, we've missed you too much!" mum cried into my hair.

"Only one more year mum, then I'll live in the basement forever, and let you serve me meals." I said with a sarcastic chuckle. She finally let go so I could hug my dad. After I said goodbye to Al and Fred, promising to write as soon as I knew when I'd be able to visit, we headed towards a back corner of Kings Cross Station to apparate home.

I stood a little shakily after the unappealing ‘being pulled through a tube’ feeling, as I landed in the sloshy lawn outside my house. This was only the third time I had apparated successfully by myself. I had been lucky enough to just pass the cutoff date on apparition lessons this school year, having a birthday in early April.

"It'll get better," my dad said with a chuckle as he saw the uneasy look on my face.

"Let's go inside. Hannah, we have some news for you." my mum said, levitating my trunk towards the front door. She sent my trunk up the stairs toward my bedroom before using her wand to dry the three of us off.

"What's the news?" I asked excitedly as I put a pot of water on the stove. I turned around to see my parents grinning in the doorway, which instantly gave me an uneasy feeling.

"We're going on a holiday this summer; to Rome!"

 




"Honey, how about this one? It's adorable; it matches your eyes and your hair perfectly!" My mum shouted from across Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. We had finally arrived back from Italy to do some very last minute shopping for school. She was waving around a yellow pair of dress robes. They looked like something out of Dumbledore's age, and I swore I saw a moth fly out of them when she waved them around. And yellow does not, not match blonde hair, or remotely look good with brown eyes.

"Seriously, mum? Am I 300 years old? NO!" I shouted across the store. I hated being so moody towards her, but today was not the day I should be forced to deal with her.

"Well, your letter says you need dress robes, I'm just trying to help!" she shouted back.

I was being dragged against my will from store to store in order to get my school supplies, as well as ‘dress robes’ for my seventh year. I would be heading back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in two days, after spending the summer in Rome on holiday with dad's team. Truthfully, all I wanted to do at the moment was escape my mother's insane "Honey let's get you some pink dress robes!" and get back home to my bed, never to have to think of magic or Hogwarts again. I wanted to go back to Rome, without school or boys and just eat all the time. I sound negative, but it’s all in good reason.

I finally broke free of my mum and dad when they met up with Al's parents. My dad went on some nutter rant about the 'good old days' with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley on his Quidditch team, so I took my chance and booked it all the way from Madam Malkin’s to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. I loved that place. I've been trying for ages to get on Fred's dad's good side so he leaves it to me in his will. Fred told me how his dad and his twin brother, who died in the war, flew around on brooms in the Great Hall, and set off fireworks in a teacher's face, all to quit school and start up a joke shop. My heroes.

"Hey... Roxy....where's.... Fred....Al?" I gasped as I ran into Fred's little sister, Roxanne. The city of Rome had been awfully delicious to me. I couldn’t wait to get back into my Quidditch routine at school, and be able to actually run down a street without looking like a tomato.

"I think they're over by the Daydream Charms." She said, rolling her eyes and pointing. Dramatic little thing, Roxy was, but she was adorable just the same. She was a carbon copy of her mum, but she had a red tinge to her otherwise black hair, finding herself a perfect fit with the Weasley last name. "Hey Hannah, guess what? I've just been made a Prefect!" she announced, showing me the gold badge with a little "P" on it that was already pinned to her shirt.

"Great job, Roxy! What'd your dad think?" I asked. I remembered back from my fifth year when Rose and Al were made prefects, Fred and I got advice from his dad to change the badge to say "potato head" instead of Prefect. Fred and I weren’t exactly ‘prefect material’ to put it nicely. I would much rather play Quidditch and laugh with my friends than patrol the hallways at a late hour.

"He was proud of me, but he said if I ever turn out like Uncle Percy he would disown me." she frowned with a bit of fear in her eyes. Poor thing. "Mum wasn't too happy he said that, but oh well. Have you seen Lily?"

"Nope, sorry. Daydream Charms you said?" I apologized, before heading over to the section labeled "School Supplies." Once I was there, I found them. I stood behind them and watched them for a minute, laughing to myself. Al was slightly built up from Quidditch, and since his older brother James had left school, his confidence had finally come through his fifth year. Before he was just this quiet, self-conscious thing that studied with Rose, and was kind of friends with Fred and I. Also, he'd been made captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team last year after his older brother James left; he was our Keeper. He had jet black hair, which I honestly don't think he's ever taken a comb to. Fred, on the other hand had long fluffy ginger hair, and was skinnier – but taller – than him. While Roxanne got all of her looks from her mum, the opposite was true of Fred; She looked just like her mum, and Fred looked like a tanner version of his dad, with more freckles than one could count. He was a Beater on the team, just like his dad and his name sake. That's how the two of us became best friends; our second year we both tried out for, and made the Gryffindor Quidditch team as Beaters.

"Did your dad say we can take some to school this year?" I asked excitedly as I pushed between my two best friends.

They jumped a little before they realized it was me, but pulled me into a three person hug. I said my hellos to Al, before Fred dragged me off to look at the new merchandise.

He started telling me all about his summer as he dragged me towards the new "Self-playing, never-quieting trumpets: Give anyone a headache in one simple incantation!" until we heard a voice behind us. I quickly turned around, seeing Scorpius.

"Wood, Weasley." he drawled the letters out as he turned up his nose at Fred's surname.

Whenever Fred and I would ask his dad about the Malfoy family, Mr. Weasley would always say "Don't you mean the incredible bouncing ferret?" and then go on to say how Draco Malfoy strutted through the school stepping on everyone who wasn't a pure-blood. This was his son, Scorpius Malfoy.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Fred pushed me behind him and puffed up his chest. Fred and Scorpius: exactly what I wanted to deal with today. I rolled my eyes as I stepped back up next to Fred, defending myself.

"Good holiday?" he asked with a cheeky grin, he was staring at me. I simply sighed, before turning to Fred; I was about to say let's go.

Normally, (despite Fred's sour reaction) I would have been happy to talk to Scorpius, him being a... let’s say, friend... of mine at school. But, two days before my family was to head back home, I received two letters; one from Fred and the other from Al. Both were similar, ranting about “Scorpius bloody Malfoy just showed up at dinner, and is snogging our Rose!” They went on to tell that Rose's dad broke five glasses from gripping on them out of anger, and that her mum looked as if she had been crying for the past week.

My two best friends don't know this, but I cried for the whole day after I read this. Here's the thing: I, Hannah Wood, have had unrequited feelings for Scorpius Malfoy for the past three years. Yes, call me pathetic, call me what you will. The boy could have stepped on me, scrapped me off the bottom of his shoe like an old piece of chewing gum, and I'd still blow bubbles for him. Let's just say, it was a secret about me that not even Fred knew about.

Anyway, Scorpius was still staring at me.

"I need to talk to Hannah," he said as he turned to Fred, giving him a look.

Al and Scorpius had always been decent to each other, Al always said it was because the both of them we're trying to be different from their dads, but Fred and Scorpius did not like each other. Fred turned to me, as if asking if I was ok to defend myself.

"Fred, I'm fine, go." I stressed as I pointed to where Al was now begging his mum to get him some Skiving Snackboxes. He was an idiot, and Mrs. Potter had a look like she was about to curse him into next year for even suggesting it. I put on my best 'strong face' and turned back to Scorpius.

"I need to explain Hannah, why haven't you responded to any of my owls?" he pleaded; I could tell he was upset.

Well lets se-" I started sarcastically, but I was cut off.

"Son, we're leaving." I heard a voice drawl down the aisle from us. I looked over to see a man who, in thirty or so years, was an exact copy of Scorpius; except for the hairline – that was much further receded – leaving a nice shine off the top of his head. "Let's go Miss Weasley." he said with a somewhat disgusted tone, and to my surprise, turned to me.

"That's not Rose, dad." Scorpius mumbled; I could tell he was angry, but was nowhere near going to argue with his father. He gave me an apologetic glance, before turning back to his dad. I heard Mr. Malfoy mumble something under his breath about red hair, but I didn't catch it.

"Please write back, I miss not talking to you." Scorpius sighed to me, before walking towards his dad. I hardly got a second to scowl before I was interrupted again.

"Hannah!?" I jumped and turned away from Scorpius and his dad turning to the next isle to see Rose Weasley running towards me. "Hannah, guess what!? Scorpius and I are Head Boy and Girl! Isn't it fantas- Hannah? What's wrong?" she asked, seeing the upset scowl on my face.

"Nothing, Rose. Congratulations, Head Girl, that's great." I said, keeping her attention at her news. The good thing about Rose was that she was very into letting everyone know how smart she was, and any chance to talk about her latest accomplishments would outnumber someone being upset.

"Thanks, have you seen Scorpius, I'm supposed to be meeting him here! Oh my, I didn't tell you, we're dating! Oh it happened ove-"

"He just walked that way," I abruptly interrupted, pointing towards the cash registers, “and, I’ve heard.” The last thing I wanted to hear was how the boy I had pinned after for so long came to be with someone else.

"Thanks Hannah, see you on the train!" she said, in a much too cheery voice for me to deal with. I winced, and waved goodbye. I turned my attention to the shelves, focusing on the products and not my watery eyes.

"What was that all about?" I jumped when I heard Fred's voice coming from right behind me, causing me to drop the package of decoy detonators on the floor. I tried to pick them up as quickly as I could manage, but a few escaped, running and duplicating before creating a noise of something being forced out of a trumpet.

"NOTHING!" I shouted over the noise, covering my ears. I saw Fred's mouth moving, but I couldn't hear anything he was saying, so I just shook my head and pointed to where Fred's dad was coming over to clear the situation.

"Sorry Mr. Weasley," I mumbled after he stopped them, looking down towards the floor.

"S'alright Hannah. I was with a woman at the register who was arguing with her son about wasting money on nonsense, so when the noise went off I told the kid behind his mother’s back he could have it for free," he stopped to chuckle for a minute, before continuing. "How's the summer been? Haven't seen you too much this year; usually you and my son are attached at the hip." he said, ruffling Fred's hair.

"It was great; my family went on a holiday to Rome with dad's Quidditch team. I've only gotten back yesterday." I explained.

"Is your dad here? I'd better hide." he trailed off, mumbling the last part. I laughed as he ran off towards the back room.

"What happened with Malfoy?" Fred repeated after his dad was out of earshot.

"It's— nothing Fred; don't worry about it." I said, sighing and looking back down towards the floor. I heard him sigh, as if he was about to ask again, but he just shut his mouth and patted my shoulder.

"It's good to have you back, Hannah." he said quietly, and gave me a hug.

And despite my previous wish to stay in Rome forever, I smiled back, and said, "It's good to be back."

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