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Badgers, Blushing and Gods of Lurve by LaylaBethJagger
Chapter 27 : Life Without Emily Cook
 
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27. Life Without Emily Wood




We were at the hospital.

Even though it went past every moral code of my parents, and it meant that we had to leave the country—as well as half of the people who hadn’t been taken away by their parents yet—staying at Uncle Andy’s house, my parents had been happy to let me floo to the magical menders.

Besides, Uncle Andy was at the end of his tether.

But, Victoire and Teddy wanted to visit Dominique and Professor—uhm, Danielwhere he was in St. Mungoes. Because his legs had almost been hexed off, it wasn’t a simply spell that could reattach it. When we asked—foolishly—we had been told that he would need to drink a bone regrowth potion while the matrons performed the spells on him so they could be sure the bone that had been fragmented would reattach itself.

Anaesthetic spells were not allowed as they interfered with the regrowth serum.

In other words, ouch.

Professor Wood—oops, Daniel was still very thankful, it seemed, and clearly not in the same mind frame as I was.

“I don’t know how to thank you, again, Katie,” he told me hoarsely—apparently the regrowth serum had irritated his throat or something.

I had blushed—because come on; I had really just provided a house. I hadn’t saved anyone’s lives or anything.

That was all the work of the illustrious Harry Potter and all the other adults.

Still, he was gracious all the same.

“Honestly,” he continued to gush. “If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have a leg. The nurses said that even two more minutes untreated, and it would have been unsafe to forgo with the treatment.”

Yep.

Two minutes.

Which struck me as odd.

I mean, two minutes off fatal treatment, and he was a) not freaking out about it, and b) thanking me?

“That’s alright,” I told him quietly. “I didn’t do much.”

Because. I. Didn’t.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Katie.” Dominique told me, leaning forward and pulling me into a long hug. She had changed, from her beautiful golden dress, into an old ensemble of singlets and see-through pull ons, with simple white jeans—and despite her thin figure, the kind eyes that said everything.

I awkwardly hugged her back.

“You saved his leg.” She told me, once she pulled away from our hug. She stared down at me with those blue kind eyes. “No one else had any idea where to go. Most houses were being watched. If we hadn’t been able to go via your Uncle’s house, there wouldn’t have been time to save his leg.”

Which was probably important.

Considering they were getting married, and his entire source of income depended on him being able to fly, ride, balance on and walk to and from his broom.

Emily would flip when she found out.

I smiled reassuringly at Dominique, and then at Professor—Daniel in his hospital bed.

He looked pale.

Probably the intense pain he was suffering from at that moment.

“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.” Dominique continued. “Maybe it’s just the way you were raised, maybe you’re incredibly humble, or maybe you’re used to being told your worth from other people. But, don’t let anyone ignore you or make you feel bad about yourself. You’re a hero Katie—maybe not like Harry was, or Mr. Malfoy, or even Dan—but you saved a lot of people.”

Uh.

Wow.

Rose, who had been standing in the corner awkwardly up til that point, looked nervously over at me.

“Uh, Kats?—Can I talk to you?”

I could only assume that I was Kats. Think about it for a moment, and considering how it sounded on her tongue, I decided I liked my new nickname.

Anyway, I nodded at her and smiled slightly—making sure not to wake the sleeping professor or his zoned out fiancé—before turning on my heel and following Rosie into the hall.

That was about as far as we went.

And she barely gave me milliseconds before getting straight to the point.

“Do you hate me?”

That was it. All Rosie said, as she fiddled with her fingers and looked at me nervously. She looked adorable, to tell the truth, with her hair still unwashed from the ball falling messily from the elegant bun it had been, clad in a muggle hoodie and jeans, with her sleeves pulled across her hands—watching me with wide eyes.

“What?!”

Rose didn’t move.

“Do you hate me?” She asked again.

I took the time to splutter where necessary.

“What?!” I said again, “No! Of course not! Why—how—who—why would I hate you?”

Rose stared at me for another second.

“Are you lying to me?”



WHAT?

—“Rose.” I said, stepping forward and grabbing her arms. “What is going on? Where did you get this from?”

Rose just stared at her feet, silently.

“It’s just…” she said slowly, “it’s what you said, back at the mansion? You know…”

Uh no.

I did not know.

I promptly filled her in.

She sighed.

“I wasn’t listening. And I was blowing you off.”

Oh.

“And you said…”

Ohh.

Crap.

“Oh, Rosie…! I didn’t mean it!” I pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her neck trying to stop her from looking so upset. “I was stressed and you were distracted.” I assured her, rubbing her back.

“But what you said,” Rose persisted. “Do I really never listen to you?”

No.

Rose did listen to me. She listened when I asked her for help, when I gave her advice—(however scarce said advice was)—She was a brilliant listener.

However, in my own stupidity, I stayed silent to think of all these thing, and Rose took it the wrong way.

“Oh Merlin Katie!” She looked distraught now. “Oh, my god I’m such a bad person! I should have listened to you. You do hate me! I will listen to you more, I promise. Oh Katie, please don’t hate me. I love you, Kats, you’re my best friend. Please, please, please don’t hate me.”

I wasn’t really listening. I was too focused on making sure that Rose calmed down.

“Rosie.” I ordered, pulling myself away from the hug and holding her arms tightly, so she didn’t run away like I thought she might. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, You are the best listener I know. So stop freaking out—”

Wait.

Hang on.

Rosie’s words caught up with me.

Best friend.

Best friend.

For a millisecond, thoughts whizzed through my brain at a million miles per minutes. And it wrung true.

I was staying at her house.

She knew me well enough to buy me a pygmy puff, and as my parents about it before.

She kept my secrets.

I kept hers.

I relied on her, trusted her, and adored her.

Rose Weasley is my best friend.

Rose Weasley is my best friend.

Rose Weasley is my best friend.

I decided to forget about how primary school the thoughts in my head sounded, how I was acting, and launched myself at her, hugging her again—with twice the enthusiasm.

“Katie—what?”

“I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND! OH MY SWEET MERLIN! I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND!! YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND TOO! OH, MY GOD!”

Rose was giggling and hugging me back.

“Of course, you’re my best friend, you tosser.” She assured me.

Because it was true. And for a moment it hit me. I was standing in St. Mungoes, having just survived a Death Eater attack, standing outside the room of Daniel Wood and his fiancé, dancing with Rose Weasley.

This was my life, without Emily Cook.

Rose and I stood there screaming and jumping and laughing for a good couple more minutes before we were interrupted.

“Oh look. How sweet. Young love.”

I scowled at Scorpius, but Rose just laughed—supposedly a side effect of being in love with the speaker.

“Watch out lover, that’s almost classified as being unfaithful.” Fred warned. “Anyway,” he looked at Rose. “Your dad just sent me. They want us all home now. I’ve found a fire that’s free to use.”

Scor grinned. Rose and Fred looked happy for the first time in a while. But, being a moron, I simply couldn’t help myself.

“Where’s Al?” I asked, hopefully.

All their faces fell and they exchanged awkward looks.

Yeah.

Dominique Weasley may think I was a hero.

Daniel Wood may believe he owes me his leg.

Rose Weasley might have been my best friend.

But Albus Potter didn’t even want to lay eyes on me.




“He hates me.”

“No he doesn’t.”

“Uh. Yes he really does.”

“No. He really doesn’t.”

Sigh. “Fine. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Where is he anyway?”

“Not here?”

“And why is that?”

“Uh…”

“Oh yeah. Because he hates me.”

As you could probably tell, I wasn’t to be reasoned with.

Fred and Rose had given up, deciding to leave me to mope, because they’re terrible friends.

Shut up. I’m in a harsh mood.

Granted, Fred had to go home with his family, when they left the Weasley’s. And Rosie, I think, was still a little worried that I hated her, and therefore thought she was unable to tell me I was a moron anytime soon.

“You’re a moron.”

Evidentially, Scorpius didn’t share her hesitations.

I stared at him, affronted, as though I didn’t get told that on a daily basis.

“What? Why?” I demanded suddenly, folding my arms across my front and frowning at him. We were in the Weasley’s kitchen, sitting on opposite sides of their small dinner table, with a simple plate of hot chips—ala Hermione—in front of us.

I lifted one to my mouth, crunching audibly, as though that would clue Scorpius in on my current mood.

“Don’t be a princess, Twinkle Toes,” Scor said.

It was becoming clear that no matter what mood I was in, Scor wasn’t going to play the nice card with me. He was Albus’s best friend, after all.

“He’s got a lot going on in his life—he thought his dad was dead.”Scorpius continued with a simple shrug, as he licked tomato sauce from his chip before putting it in his mouth. I wrinkled my nose.

“Still…”

“Still what?” Scorpius said tiredly, with his mouth full. “His family was directly threatened—and pretty much the reason why the ball was crashed. He feels guilty, responsible and he’s upset that he couldn’t help. He has no reason to automatically affirm his god-sent friendship with you.”

Ouch.

So Scorpius was being a little harsh.

Rose was standing aside from the table at that point, leaning away from the conversation, but simply concentrating on watching the next batch of chips like Hermione had asked, while Hermione ‘popped out for a moment.’

“Come on, Scor. That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

I wasn’t sure if Rose was actually on my side, at that point, or simply saying she was to stay in my good books—not that she had ever bloody left them.

But it didn’t matter if she agreed with Scor or not. He didn’t seem to care that he was violating Rose’s ethical ‘Code of Giving the Blunt Truth.’

“The point is, Rose,” he said, turning to her, “that Al can’t be expected to disregard everything to make sure that twinkle toes is happy with where their relationship is.”

“Maybe,” Rose said in faithful defence bestie (!) mode. “She and Albus just have a healthy relationship! A concept that you, as the practical definition of ‘wanker,’ won’t be familiar with.”

Ah.

Now they were getting personal.

Excellent.

“Don’t turn this on me,” Scorpius told her, swallowing his food loudly, as though he was clearing his throat. “Albus is, and should be, more preoccupied with how his family is coping.”

Rose stared at him.

“This from the boy who practically worships anyone who hurts his little sister?”

To be fair, Sabriel would probably kick his arse if he tried to protect her.

But it’s the same idea, and it struck home nonetheless.

“Like who!?” Scorpius demanded to know.

I suddenly knew where this was going. She and I had successfully avoided a study session just to bitch about her—even though I loved her and would still be sitting myself in Potions, without her.

Rose scoffed.

“The name ‘Hilary St. Claire’ ringing any bells? You know? The girl who punched your sister in the face and got suspended for it? The one who you practically worshipped for ages!”

Scorpius went red in the face.

“Hilary has nothing to do with this!”

“Oh, so you’re on first name terms with the girl who attacked your sister?” Rose fired. I tried to subtly remind her that she and Scorpius weren’t actually dating, and she was reaching jealous girlfriend levels of anger.

“Rose—dammit!”

“Sure. Albus can take the time to look after his family, but you can’t? You can spend all your time focusing on thanking the people who attack your family!?”

“Rose! For Merlin’s sake, you sound like a jealous girlfriend!”

Said so.

“—and so do you Katie!”

Rose and I went silent.

I knew it the second he said it, I realised numbly while Rose’s face turned from red to puce in anger. I was acting exactly like I thought I was Albus’s girlfriend or something.

A needy, annoying, persistent girlfriend.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” Rose fired at Scorpius. “You pig headed, arrogant, moronic KING OF WANKERS!”

Albus had just been through this massive, horrific event. He had—heck, we all had—thought his dad was dead for a good hour before we got news.

“What? I didn’t do anything. It’s what you sound like Rose. Like you’re jealous, or something.”

“Jealous? Of what? Hilary St. Claire? The girls at the ball who you fawned over because you’re so driven by your sodding hormones!?”

“See? Where did these non-existent girls from the ball come into the equation?”

He had been left with the idea that his mother’s fate still hung in the balance and James was fighting too.

“Where did they BLOODY COME IN? NON-EXISTENT!? You’re JOKING! THEY WERE ALLYOU COULD LOOK AT! You were only DANCING WITH ME because MY FATHER WAS WATCHING AND YOU DON’T WANT HIM TO THINK YOU’RE UNINTERESTED IN HIS BLOODY DAUGHTER!”

Not to mention, he was the one that had to stay and look after his little sister—which probably sent him reeling like a kick of ‘holy crap’ right up the ass.

“I WAS BLOODY NOT!”

“YES YOU BLOODY WERE!”

“I WAS NOT! BECAUSE THE ONLY THING I LOOKED AT THE ENTIRE NIGHT WAS YOU! YOU AND YOUR DAMN DRESS, AND YOUR DAMN HAIR, AND YOUR DAMN SHOES! I didn’t have the chance to look at anyone else because APPARENTLY God HATES ME and has decided that the only fitting punishment is to make me FALL SODDING IN LOVE with a GIRL WHO DRIVE ME ROUND THE BEND!”

I was in the midst of concluding that I would not be so childish again, when it came to Albus, and would give him the space he needed to reassure himself that his family was safe, when it happened.

The arguing stopped.

It was oddly silent.

I looked up from where my gaze had fallen—the plate of chips on the table—to see what had happened to Rose and Scorpius.

I jolted back in surprise, eyebrows zooming upwards, from the sheer bloody shock of seeing Scorpius—his entire body pressing hers into the bench where she had been casually leaning against seconds ago, one hand on her lower back, pulling her closer to him, the other tangled in her hair—as he snogged the bloody life out of Rose.

And I promptly fell off my chair.





AHH!

ROSE AND SCORPIUS ARE TOGETHER! XD!!!!

JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T CATCH THAT AT THE VERY END OF THE CHAPTER! IF YOUR LIKE ME, WHO SKIMS CHAPTERS, I WOULD VERY STRONGLY SUGGEST SCROLLING BACK UP AND READING THAT LAST BIT AGAIN BECAUSE I THINK IT’S THE BEST SCENE I’VE EVER WRITTEN FOR THOSE TWO!

On to other news, Albus and Katie? Interactions with Professor Wood and Dominique? Rose and Katie? Thoughts? Comments?

Thanks for reading guys, and PLEASE review.

G.



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