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Confessions of Adhara Greengrass by ClearCutDiamonds

Format: Novel
Chapters: 16
Word Count: 36,232
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Humor
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Rose, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing, Rose/Scorpius, James/OC

First Published: 10/18/2008
Last Chapter: 04/08/2011
Last Updated: 04/08/2011


Adhara Greengrass has problems. Her supposed best mate, Eleanor, (who isn't the brightest crayon in the coloring box) told Albus Potter that she is obsessed with him. And she turned him into a peacock. And pushed him into the Black Lake. And she may have whacked the bludger that sent him flying into a tree. But, boys like spontaneous girls, right?

Chapter 8: Confessions of top secrets, confusion and broom closets

Confessions of Adhara Greengrass | Confessions of top secrets, confusion and broom closets

    Merlin, I’m such a loner.

    I’ve been sitting in my dormitory staring at my bedpost for two hours. Even Quincifer hasn’t banged into the window pane all day. Eleanor is still in the Hospital Wing. I can’t go see her because I risk seeing Albus, and that would just be catastrophic. I can’t even leave my dorm because Scorpius is stalking me. Because he has no one to hang out with he’s decided we should “spend some quality time together” — his words, obviously not mine. Why is he acting as though we’re not a couple? — That would be incest! Good riddance, I say. He will not leave me alone. God, I’m so bored I may even do some homework.

    26 minutes later

    God, I’m so hungry. If I go to the Great Hall for lunch I risk seeing Scorpius and who knows if I’ll be able to escape him again?

    I walk down the dormitory staircase and into the Slytherin common room. No sign of the creeper. Yes! I walk happily towards the portrait hole. Two hands cover my eyes.

    “Guess who?” asks Scorpius in a fake-girly voice. Oh, come on, really? Why, Merlin? Why? And does he think I’m that much of an idiot? Honestly.

    “Hmm… long, slender girl fingers... it must be Eleanor,” I say sarcastically.

    Scorpius removes his hands from my eyes and I turn to see him examining them. “My hands are not feminine,” he says defensively.

    I ignore him and wonder how good my chances are of leaving unnoticed. Scorpius is still talking.

    “There’s something very important I need to tell you,” begins Scorpius seriously.

    “Okay…” I reply unsurely.

    “But, it’s serious,” he says.

    No shit, Sherlock. “Okay,” I repeat, monotonously.

    “But, it’s really, really top secret,” he says gravely.

    “Oh, my god, you thicko, I got that,” I say exasperatedly.

    “Well, I …” he breaks off nervously.

    “Scorpius?” I ask.

    “Yes?” he answers, turning towards me.

    “Spit. It. Out. Before. I. Become. So. Annoyed. With. You. That. I. Accidentally. Kill. You,” I say, a fake bright smile plastered to my face.

    “You know, Adhara,” begins Scorpius all huffily, “I’m trying to tell you something important that I felt I needed to get off my chest and the one person I’m trying to tell is being a diva with me.”

    Diva? Diva?

    Isn’t that a Muggle word? Oh my God, he’s channeling Madonna. You don’t even want to know how I know who she is.

    “Scorpius, what the hell is it that you need to say?!” I yell at him.

    “Don’t speak so loud,” he says, turning around to make sure no one’s heard me, “You’re making a scene.”

    If he would bloody spit out what the hell is so important—

    “Okay,” Scorpius sighs, “The truth is… the truth is that I’m in love.”

    Sweet Salazar, some girl has it worse than me (assuming that it is in fact a girl).

    “Uhm… that’s— great,” I say brightly.

    “Yes, well, I was contemplating where or not to tell you because I was afraid you’d be jealous,” he says seriously.

    Oh my god, he’s in love with Albus. The Witch Weekly magazine was a sign.

    “You’re in love with Albus?!” I practically shout.

    “No,” he answers confusedly.

    Oh, thank Salazar. Why is there so much gender-confusion?

    “Well, then, why would I be jealous?” I ask confusedly.

    Scorpius looks uneasy, “Well, because your love life isn’t exactly very good at the moment and, uhm…” he says slowly as though he’s trying to choose his words carefully.

    “Well, I’m not jealous,” I say haughtily, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind my ear.

    “Oh, good,” says Scorpius, looking up relieved.

    “Just because I’m curious… you do fancy the opposite sex, right?” I ask hopefully.

    “Well, yes! I don’t fancy boys, honestly Adhara,” he says defensively.

    “Just checking,” I say.

    “If you must know… the object of my affections is a girl,” he says.

    The object of my affections??? Oh, my god, he’s like one of those lovestruck Shakespeare characters.

    I stifle a snort. “And she is?” I ask.

    “It's uhm… well, her— is… name, er…” he says, his cheeks turning a bright pink.

    I raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

    “Come,” he says pulling my arm. He pulls me toward a broom closet and I step in. After he’s checked that there are not lurkers lurking around the broom closet and placed a Silencing Charm on the broom closet, he steps inside and shuts the door.

    “You’re so bloody paranoid. Who is it?” I ask impatiently.

    “You promise you won’t tell a soul?” he asks.

    “I promise,” I say lazily. Luckily he didn’t see my crossed fingers behind my back. Loser.

    “Like, not even Eleanor,” he says.


    “Okay,” he says, visibly relaxing.

    “Its uhm— but, you can’t tell anyone!” he says hurriedly.

    “Scorpius?” I ask, mock-patiently, a tight smile playing at my lips.

    “Yes?” he asks.

    “I am going to hex you to oblivion if you don’t spit it out,” I say.

    “All right, all right,” he says, holding up his hands.

    “Its,” he lowers his voice and leans in closer. And then all I hear is mumbling.

    He steps back and looks around the broom closet worriedly.

    “Scorpius, I didn’t hear you,” I say.

    “Merlin,” he says exasperatedly. “Are you deaf? I practically screamed it aloud.”

    Yeah, okay.

    “Oh, for Merlin’s cupcakes’ sake, will you say it already?! No one can hear us in the broom closet!” I yell at him.

    “Shh!” he hushes me, “Keep your voice down.”

    Honestly, it’s like talking to a stick.

    “Scorpius? If you don’t tell me who is it right now I will personally feed you to the Giant Squid,” I say.

    “Okay, but, you can’t t—” he says, only to be interrupted by me again.

    “If you say, ‘you can’t tell anyone’ one more time, I promise you will be killed,” I say.

    “Okay, okay,” he says. He sighs. “I am in love with… Rose Weasley.”

    Oh, my God. I’m laughing so hard I nearly choked. Scorpius doesn’t look pleased. But… he’s in love with Rose Weasley! Wow, a pure humor story. Considering she hexes him everytime he speaks to her. Hahaha… that just made my day.

    “I’m going to ask her out,” he says confidently.

    “Uhm, why?” I ask.

    “Because I love her…” he says unsurely.

    “And how are you going to convince her to go out with you?” I ask.

    “I’m going to serenade her,” he says, smiling, “Do you want to hear the poem I wrote?”

    Rose Weasley will have a nervy b spaz. I fear for my dear cousin’s life.

    Oh, well, sucks to be him. Besides, it should be interesting to watch.

Author’s Note So, here’s chapter8. I’m finally done sec. 4 and I’m so glad its summer! Updates will be more frequent and longer. I’m in a really good mood because one of my favourite bands, Kings of Leon are coming September 16 and my sister got me tickets. Anyways, I hope you guys all have a great summer and expect to see more updates after the queue opens. Thanks for reading!

edit Check out all my amazingly awesome chapter images that Ande @ TDA made me :)