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L.D.R. by bri_5_stars

Format: Novella
Chapters: 8
Word Count: 20,430
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Slash (same-sex pairing), Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Ron, Hermione, Draco, Albus, Hugo, Lily (II), Rose, Scorpius, OC
Pairings: Rose/Scorpius, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Teddy/Victoire, OC/OC

First Published: 04/15/2014
Last Chapter: 09/14/2019
Last Updated: 09/14/2019

Summary:

 Long Distance Relationships. A commitment that is not for everyone, especially not the crazy or insecure. Enter Rose Weasley, known to her friends as the spinster in waiting has got a secret. A secret that none of those friends would believe, or accept, even if she shoved it in their face, she is dating Scorpius Malfoy. Talk about contraversy. Good thing he is cute. Too Awesome banner by alaska young@TDA


Chapter 1: Home for the Holidays
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 This is the weirdest situation that I think I’ve ever had the pleasure to be in. I guarantee that I’ve been in quite a few weird situations in my seventeen years, I am a Weasley after all. Not that it means I’m always in the worst of ways, but things happen. This happens to be one of those weird situations for a teenager to be in. So you have to promise that you will keep it to yourself. It’s a secret that I’ve had to keep since this past Christmas holiday, but I am in a relationship with Scorpius Malfoy of all people. We are honestly nervous and unsure about going public. That’s not being prejudiced the Weasleys and Potters have come to accept him because of his friendship with my cousin Albus, and well he is a Malfoy. They might not be so keen on his intent with one of their girls.

 

Anyway, I think that I have always had a crush on him; since the very first time that Albus pointed in his direction in the great hall my first year. The weirdness of the relationship comes from the fact that I am still in school at Hogwarts, however it is my last year, and that Scorpius has been out for two years and works under his father at the Malfoy family company.  It makes it a tad awkward because we decided it was best that I just claim to not be in a relationship at all, and Scorpius would do the same. That is enough explanation, I think. So let me get to the story.

 

Rewind One Month to Mid-December

 

The smoke billowed from the large scarlet train down platforms in King’s Cross station as it slowly ground to a stop. From our compartment I could see a very recognizable tall red head sticking out like a sore thumb from the bustling of the crowds of waiting families,  from a distance waiting under the sign for Platform 9 ¾. With a swift jerk the train stopped, throwing my friends and I forward, causing our trunks to rattle.

 

“Well, I guess we are here.” Alice sighed wistfully.

 

“What’s so bad about getting to go home for a few weeks? It’s somewhat relaxing.” I asked knowing that for me it was never very relaxing on holidays, what with my barge-in-everybody’s-welcome style family.

 

“I’ll be stuck with this one until the Christmas and New Year’s parties.” Alice whined, motioning to her younger brother Frank who was taking our trunks down. “My mum wants us to help out at the Cauldron over the break.”

 

“But we get paid at least.” Frank added dropping Alice’s trunk on the floor abruptly onto Alice’s robe pooled at her feet.

 

“Hey! Watch it would you?” Alice exclaimed, pulling her robe out and picking up her trunk by the handle.

 

“If I wanted it to hit you it would have hit you.” Frank smirked. I giggled in response at the sibling antics; it was funny they acted related but didn’t look it at all, Alice short and pretty with stark black hair and Frank a tall and chubby brunette. I would soon be finding my own younger brother as we got off the train, I had about the same sentiment as Frank.

 

“You can come visit me anytime you like. Oh, maybe I could bring Dom to the Cauldron, and we could go shopping together.” I replied, taking my trunk from Frank and leading the way out of our compartment and down the corridor.

 

“I haven’t seen Dom in ages. That would be amazing!” Alice said happily. My family seemed to be a very exciting part of being friends with me, especially my exotic French cousins and my Dragon trainer uncle.

 

“Just don’t let her try and convince you that short hair works for you again.” I suggested, the memory bringing a faint smile to my face, and an embarrassed red tint to her cheeks.

 

We exited the train, hopping down the steps onto the bustling platform. The sound of the trains whistle was blaring, students and parents pushed around us while we stood together to say our goodbyes.

 

“Merlin, there are our parents. Okay lets get our hugs so I can say goodbye to my boyfriend before the holidays.” Alice said over the noise of the station.

 

“Alright, let’s get it over with.” I said with fake reluctance and smile. I held my arms out and hugged Frank first, because he liked to linger and I wanted to get it over with.

 

“My turn!” Alice demanded, pushing her brother out of the way, and hugged me tightly. I returned the hug, I would miss her in the week or so before Christmas, even if we do get visits in between.

 

“Don’t do anything stupid while you are home.” I told her, with a smile.

 

“I won’t.” She replied hugging tighter, before letting go and grabbing the handle of her trunk again.

 

“Okay, Frankie lets get going. Bye, Rose!” She called, leading Frank away down the platform.

 

“Bye!” I called back surveying the crowd looking for my younger brother, or any other red heads for that matter. If their hair was red, we were more than likely related. What a curse of being a Weasley right?

 

The crowds in the platform were steadily making their way out so that was my cue to start looking for my father again. I had seen him from the train but he was probably looking for Hugo who I had last seen trying to get one of his friends to let him stay with them for the holiday so he could see his girlfriend easier. We have what could be considered a strict household, I, not being allowed to date until the age of never, and Hugo with a girlfriend that he casually forgets to mention to our parents. Not that it mattered to me, I’m likely to never take a husband what with my early onset spinsterhood.

 

I shuffled through what remained of the crowd until I came upon the tallest man in the place who happened to share my rather signature fiery red mop of hair.

 

“Hey Dad!” I said aloud, to catch his attention because he was busy scanning the platform for more redheads.

 

“Oh, hiya Rosie! How is my little girl doing? Passing classes at least?” He asked cheerfully, taking me under his arm and holding me close to him. As popular as the Weasley name was at Hogwarts, I still never really got the chance to see him  during school so I cherished the moment and hugged him back tightly.

 

“Exceeding expectations in everything but Arithmacy and Divination.” I replied with a shrug. I was doing great in school, in the classes that mattered to me anyway; it was my last year at Hogwarts so I was only taking necessary classes and filling the open space with free periods and fluff classes.

 

“Eh, those classes aren’t useful anyway.” He said in the most fatherly way, he was nice like that. “I never passed most of those classes.”

 

We chuckled together; I had heard many of my families stories over the years about the war, they were mostly edited enough that they could be told to young children. But what I did know was that my father was not the best at school, he got bad grades, and didn’t do his seventh year at Hogwarts (which my Mum loves to remind him about, since she went back for school while working); and even with all that he is still a successful, happy guy with a good job and family.  I’m proud of him, and not just because of what he did in the war. He has always made me feel special because I am his only girl, and I love him for that.

 

“Have you seen your brother?” He asked looking down at his watch. It was early evening, so we would have to go home and make ourselves dinner, and have a quiet night back.

 

“I saw him at the front of the train with some of his friends. You may want to catch him before he gets a ride with one of them.” I shrugged.

 

“Alright, just wait for us at the barrier.” He said, before disappearing into the crowd.

 

“Okay,” I mumbled allowed to myself, and went to lean against the side of the barrier to wait for my family.

 

As I waited several friends passed by, I noticed one of my youngest cousins approaching the barrier with her best friend. In a surprising turn to all of our parents, Lily Potter, found her best friend in a Malfoy. While it is not so big of a deal as it would have been in my parents day, there are plenty of resentful and negative feelings that have trickled down through the years as a consequence of the war. Despite that, they had become friends even before attending Hogwarts and are surviving their first teen years so far. Being so, the youngest Malfoy child was occasionally a part of Weasley family events.  

 

“Hello Rosie!” Lily’s young voice chimed, as she leapt forward to hug me.

 

“Oi, Lily! You act like you won’t see me again.” I smiled and hugged her back. “Hello, Aurelia.”

 

Aurelia Malfoy looked much older than her fourteen years, almost a clone of her mother who I’d seen once or twice before. She was always perfectly put together in the most elegant way which is why people always assumed she was older and got her and my cousin, who was essentially a miniature version of myself, into trouble with boys. She brushed her long white blonde hair back over her shoulder, before offering me her gloved hand and a quaint smile.

 

“Rose, I’m sure I will see you at our New Year’s Celebration?” Aurelia asked cordially.

 

“Of course, my parents won’t let me go anywhere without her or Albus.” Lily answered for me. The Malfoy New Year’s party was one of the few that Alice and I looked forward to every year. It was a highly publicized event that only the prominent and important in wizarding society (and their children) were invited to. I enjoyed it because it was a great feast, followed by the adults casting the youth into an unsupervised dance party of their own that lasted until day break. That party was one of the few nights that I can shed the brand of outsider and actually have fun with people my age.

 

“Always the babysitter. I look forward to it, will you be at Christmas?” I asked.

 

“I should be able to make it later in the day, it is always an ordeal to break away from family engagements.” She sighed, Aurelia was destined to be a socialite one day I was sure of it.

 

“Be prepared to be force fed by Nana.” I cautioned her, and Lily giggled knowingly.

 

“I don’t mind Weasley food one bit, much less pretentious than what my mother insists on serving constantly.” Aurelia shrugged. “Anyway, we should get going. Our ride is bound to be here somewhere.”

 

First world problems if I ever heard them, but I wouldn’t say that to her. The Malfoys may still be working to recover their prestigious name, but they were in no shortage when it came to funds of disposable money. I always figured that was part of why our family still resented them.

 

“So, is your father sending a car again?” Lily asked.

 

“No, he messaged me on the train and apparently he sent Scorpius to pick us up instead because he needed the car to take him to a meeting. He is trying to appear as muggle friendly.” Aurelia said looking around.

 

“Is it working?” I asked.

 

“Probably,” a familiar voice interjected. It was Scorpius, Aurelia’s older brother who looked like he’d been chiseled out of marble. I didn’t really know him and hadn’t seen him in ages, as he was two years my senior and not very close to the family except for Albus. It was hard not to stare, “He just started a charity that helps muggleborns get established. Hi, I’m Scorpius. Are you a relation of Lily’s?” he asked looking from Lily to me.

 

“No, I am just Lily from the future…” They all looked at me like I was crazy, until Scorpius cracked a grin.

 

“Rose, right?” he held out his hand. “I’d only seen you in passing at school, but I’ve heard from these two that you were funny.”

 

I shook his hand awkwardly trying to hide the immediate nervous pink that came to my cheeks, great even someone like Scorpius thought of me as the funny one. “Yeah.”

 

“Nice to actually make your acquaintance. Auri, Lily, are you ready to get going?” he asked the girls.

 

They nodded in acquiescence, Lily looked up at me and recognized what I’m sure was my obvious secret crush face. She started to smile like she would give it away, so I poked her hard in the side, making her fold over clutching her side with a loud, “EEP!”

 

“Don’t you say anything!” I whispered threateningly in her ear, and hugged her to look as though we were saying good bye like normal cousins do.

 

“I won’t, so long as you do something about it.” She replied just as threatening in the most mischievous way. Teenagers, yeesh.

 

“Okay, let’s go. Goodbye Rose.” Scorpius said with a polite wave in my direction.

 

“Bye.”

 

“Goodbye Rose.” Aurelia and Lily said in unison. Lily added a gesture of pointing from her eyes to mine suggestively before sticking out her tongue and disappearing through the barrier.

 

I sighed audibly, I would have to tell Alice about this later so she could talk me out of my crush that would never happen and remind me of my future cat children. Soon enough my father made his way back through the crowd with my brother and his trunk in tow, looking not entirely enthused.

 

“Someone was trying to buy firewhiskey off of a peddler.” Dad said, looking as though he could cuff someone.

 

“I must be a very bad influence on the kid, huh?” I asked trying to lighten the tense mood.

 

“No one asked you! Miss Goody-Two-Shoes.” Hugo, my evidently angsty fourteen year old brother snapped trying to take a swipe at me.

 

“Don’t hit your sister. She didn’t do anything.” Dad reprimanded as he dragged Hugo through the barrier.

 

“At least, I know how to have fun.” Hugo grumbled, fighting to get his shirt collar away from our fathers grasp now that we had entered the muggle population.

 

“And look where that gets you. At least try to be smart about it.” I suggested, and was met with rolling eyes from both my Dad and Hugo. Ugh, family. I swear, that kid is going to end up on the front page of the Prophet for something; while I will make a quiet living as a wand makers apprentice, and not stepping out of line. What fun. 




A/N: Hi! I started another ScoRose! Oops! I really hope you like it, please review however you feel about it. Thank you for reading, I'll update soon. 


Chapter 2: The Trouble with Snow
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The tiny cat hadn’t moved from his perch on my bedside table in over an hour, and it was beginning to weird me out. Bane, the kitten I had gotten the summer before school had decided while I was gone that my room was his, and he was not entirely happy that I had reclaimed my bed. He decided to make a stand by giving me the evil eye and batting my hand away whenever I reached for something on his table.  The grey little ball of fluff was quickly turning into a tyrant who was lucky that I liked cats so much. He’s already asserted his dominance in my two days of being home Bane has consistently walked between my feet and tripping me every time I walk down the hall.

 

“Come here you demon cat.” I ordered the difficult furball, scooping him into my arms and sitting up mushing my nose to his. “You are lucky you are so cute.”

 

He purred contently in response, sneaking his way up to my shoulder as I sat down in front of my vanity to brush my hair. I looked in the mirror, surveying what I consider my average looks. My hair was the longest it had been since I was little, nearly touching my elbows in soft copper waves. As pretty as it was it could really be a nuisance when it wanted to. The brushing sure seemed to entertain Bane since he considered the ends to be a play thing, so instead of letting him chew it off I pushed him on to the table just as my cell phone lit up and began to buzz. 

 

“Who could that be?” I asked Bane, picking it up to see who the message was from. While the wizarding world was still predominantly in the dark ages, modern muggle means of transportation, communication, and entertainment were being slowly adapted into our society especially by the younger generation. Myself included.

 

Rose, meet me at the Potters. Time to go shopping.

-Dom

 

So Dom was back in the country, that was exciting, but why she couldn’t just walk across the street to my house was beyond me. Dom followed in her older sister, and mother’s footsteps by choosing to attend Beauxbatons in France rather than going to Hogwarts like the rest of the Weasleys. Always the posh type, Dominique would not go out of her way to do anything slightly strenuous or uncool.

 

Alright. Give me ten minutes to get dressed.

-Rose

 

It took me exactly five minutes to pick out a simple blouse and jeans, get dressed and throw on a parka, have a bite of toast and leave my all but empty house; leaving an anxious and malcontent Bane at the door. I crossed the street on Godric’s Hollow to my Uncle Harry’s home, everyone in the family’s home away from the Burrow, (we can’t very well eat Nana Molly and Grandpa Arthur out of house and home every day of the week). I told you we are a very close family. Instead of knocking I let myself in and was immediately welcomed by the smell of rashers and broom polish, and the sound of my aunt Ginny ordering people around.

 

“Ron! Why on earth would you put that in your eggs? Are you insane?” Ginny barked at my father from the kitchen.

 

“Try it before you knock it.” My father replied over the sound of my cousins bickering.

 

“You’ll have to hold me down first. Oh hello Rosie! We’ve got plenty of extra food if you’d like any.” Aunt Ginny called to me when I entered the dining room dodging a napkin enchanted to fly like a pixie at her head. “I told you, Al, if you send another of those at me I’d permanently turn your wand bright pink. Now hand it over.”

 

“Really?” Albus asked knowing the answer, hesitantly he held his wand.

 

Aunt Ginny held out her hand to take her son’s wand, setting it on the table in front of her for everyone to see. She took her own wand out from her pocket and tapped it lightly to the wand on the table. Gasps came from the guests around the table as a bright pink hue quickly seeped itself up the length of Albus’ wand. That’s what you get for challenging a woman who grew up with six older brothers. I love Aunt Ginny. She smirked at her sons hanging jaw and handed him his wand back.

 

“So Albus, that’s a pretty wand you’ve got there.” I smiled at him sitting down at the table across from him.

 

“I never thought of doing that to my wand.” Lily said, actually interested by the change. “I could start a trend.”

 

“We did that in France almost two years ago. It passed very quickly because girls couldn’t stand having the same color wands as others. Rose are you really wearing that?” Dom chimed in from beside me, rearranging my collar for me. She on the other hand was wearing a cute wool frock and leggings to protect herself from the cold, I couldn’t help but be envious of her lifestyle.

 

“All my clothes were in the wash?” I replied looking to Lily and shrugging, she snorted with laughter causing her to spit orange juice out on to my brother plate beside her.

 

“Lily!” Everyone called out in amused shock.  She apologized profusely, cleaning up the table with her own napkin. She wasn’t the most composed of the Weasley- Potters and it was rather endearing.

 

In the aftermath of Lily’s spill, I said good morning to the rest of the family that was at the Potters for breakfast. There was Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry, their two youngest Albus and Lily (James was abroad for Quidditch). Dom and her younger non-Magical brother Louis. My father and brother, my mother unsurprisingly absent as she was a very important lawyer. And very least, my twin cousins Lucy and Molly along with their irritating mother Audrey. Most of us had gathered to do a day of Christmas shopping to finish up before Christmas in little under a week. Coming from this large of a family no one expected large gifts when all of us got together, that was saved for the individual family’s Christmas mornings, and it made it easier for the younger and poorer members of the family to get something for everyone.

 

Everyone slowly got up and moving getting ready to go to Diagon Alley for shopping. Uncle Harry stood in front of the fireplace to make an announcement before we could leave.

 

“Alright everyone. I assume we all have our group we are going to be sticking to. Yes?” Harry asked.

 

“Would you be my travel buddy?” My father asked sarcastically, making everyone myself included laugh.

 

“Of course Ronny-kins.” Uncle Harry winked. “Anyway, Ginny and I decided that if everyone checks in with any of the adults at least once an hour, we will buy you all ice cream. Does that sound agreeable?”

 

“Yes!” All the cousins answered in unison.

 

I latched arms with Dom, and lined up behind Lily. One by one everyone made their way into the hearth with a handful of floo powder, and disappeared into the green flames. As usual I made a very glamorous entrance into the Leaky Cauldron,  I ate it, falling face first onto the nearest table. Instead of limping away, I sat down at the table as if I had intended to all along. My group which consisted of myself and Dom waited at the table until the rest of the family made their way into the alley. I spied Alice behind the bar, making a drink for a rather old, crusty looking wizard in the most moth eaten robe. She noticed me waving when she served the man his drink, and laid her rag and apron on the bar.

 

“Mum, Rose is here. I’m taking off for awhile.” Alice called into the kitchens where her mother worked.

 

“Be back before super, dear.” Her mothers voice called back.

 

“Hi girls!” Alice chimed happily, hurrying over to our table pulling her coat over her shoulders. “What is the plan?”

 

Immediately taking charge, Dom took to shopping like it was her job, (it very well might be, I don’t know for sure). “I think we should stop by the new chic dress shop. I don’t imagine either of you know what you will be wearing to the Malfoy’s party do you?”

 

Alice and I shook our heads. Normally, we dressed for the party in slightly nicer clothes than usual, so casual. It was probably why we were usually left alone, other than that we weren’t considered ‘cool’.

 

“I thought not.” She replied with the slightest hint of a French accent that she picked up from her mother. It wouldn’t do anything to call her out for being pretentious, because she doesn’t recognize it as anything negative. Likely, it probably helped with being at an all-girls school.

 

We made our way down Diagon Alley as snow began to fall delicately onto the cobblestone streets, catching on the roofs and window sills. This was one of my favorite times of year, I stopped to look up at the special ash grey color of the clouds when it snowed. I stuck out my tongue to catch a snowflake before continuing on to the dress boutique.

 

“Look who we have here…”A voice carried out through the crisp winter air.

 

Hesitating, I made the wrong decision of turning rather walking away. I was sure to regret this.

 

“Is there something you want?” I asked biting my lip, looking at my least favorite person Derek McLaggen, and his troll-like crony. I forgot to mention that my story isn’t all roses and giggles. Since second year when I refused his misplaced romantic advances Derek had chosen to antagonize me whenever I was alone; sometimes it was cruel words, others times he would try to pin me against a wall and kiss me or grab inappropriate places.  I hated it and no one seemed to believe it because he was the golden boy Quidditch captain of Hufflepuff.

 

“Oh I love it when you do that Rosie.” Derek drawled with the worst smirk growing on his face. Where had Alice and Dom gone, hadn’t they noticed I wasn’t with them? “How about you finally come and give me that kiss I’ve been wanting for years.”

 

“Not on your life, McLaggen.” I retorted, “If you don’t mind I am shopping with my friends.”

 

I turned to continue down the street, only to be grabbed roughly by the arm and have a hand clap over my mouth before I could scream. The arms pulled me back into a nearby alley despite my struggle. Luckily I was released and thrown against the opposite wall when I took my elbow and abruptly shoved it back into my captors stomach. 

 

“You slag!” Derek coughed trying to catch his breath.

 

“Get her Derek.” His friend Jeff goaded.

 

“Do you even realize what sort of a mistake you are making right now? All of my family is here, if you lay another finger on me, I assure you they will look the other way when I blast you into that wall.” I warned in the most threatening voice that I could muster, slowly slipping my hand into the wand pocket of my coat. I’m sure that right now at the Burrow my name on the clock would be under mortal peril.

 

“I don’t see any of them here, do you Jeff?” Derek asked maliciously, holding his arms out wide with his wand out in his right hand.

 

“No Weasleys here!” Jeff laughed causing his belly to jiggle like Santa. If only I were so lucky to have a jolly old elf here instead of these thugs.

 

“Your name only goes so far, but when you are all alone there is nothing a helpless little girl like you can do to stop me.” Derek grinned closing the gap between us. The tall brute towered over me in an intimidating way. I tried not to cower as I pushed myself up against the wall, slowly trying to slide toward the street where people walked unaware of my ordeal. I was helpless if I couldn’t use my wand on him.

 

I looked for an opening; when Derek looked back at Jeff to have him confirm that his douche behavior was really super cool, I tried to make a break for the crowded street. I made it about a meter before I was pushed hard into the wall, my hands held behind my back.

 

“Gentlemen, if you would kindly unhand the lady. I would hate to have to use my wand for violence off the clock.” I knew that voice and couldn’t be happier to hear it.

 

We all turned our heads to see my cousin Albus Potter standing in a super hero pose, hands in his pockets and a wicked grin on his face. Both of the men’s grips on me instantly became very tense, they knew who and what he was, and Albus would not allow them to forget it. Al was the most proficient student Hogwarts had ever seen when it came to Defense Against the Dark Arts, dueling, and being an all-around good cop. Everyone knew that he had immediately been accepted into the Auror program upon leaving school, it had been all over the papers: Albus Potter Follows in Famous War Hero Father Harry Potters Auror Footsteps.

 

“This has nothing to do wit’ you Potter. We are just joking with Rose.” Derek claimed instantly turning on his sick pseudo charm.

 

“You know what the favorite part of my job is boys? I bet Rose could tell you, she has unfortunately been on the receiving end of my wrath. But for her I used restraint. For you two little pervs I don’t need to, especially when I am the law.” Albus boasted, looking at me with a reassuring smile. He was cocky but it was highly deserved.

 

“Take another step Potter, and I’ll-.” Derek started but was cut off by Albus silently petrifying him.

 

“You’ll what? Petrify me? Give me jelly legs?” Albus asked coming closer touching his wand to my assailant, Derek had frozen behind me and Jeff was backing away. “Oh, I bet you are wondering why your legs feel like they are on fire. Its actually a very clever jinx my mother crafted from the jelly legs jinx; when I unpetrify you the jinx will stay burning for a good hour. Do you like it?”

 

I struggled loose from Derek’s firm grasp, and turned to see the fear in his eyes as his frigid body fell like a cut tree to the ground. Unsympathetically, I watched Jeff try and fail to undo Albus’ jinx.

 

“Thank you,” I whispered clinging to Albus’ welcoming arms.

 

“Touch my cousin or anyone like that again, and I’ll give you a fate worse than being stuck in Azkaban for the rest of your life. Believe me when I saw that this will not be tolerated.” Albus fumed. He directed me back toward the street, not letting me look back.

 

“How have you not told anyone about this, Rosie, how long has this been happening? You could have told any of us about this and it would have stopped.” He berated me.

 

“You really think I haven’t tried Al?” I asked coldly. “They have been doing this since second year, and everyone just told me to buck up. That McLaggen was such a great guy, he would never try anything so rude!”

 

“You should have told your parents, or mine, or Mr. Longbottom!” He said as if he were trying to reprimand my being a victim.

 

“I do not need this Al!” I shouted throwing up my hands in frustration, and walking away from him.

 

“Rose, I’m sorry!” Al called after me, jogging to catch up with me. “I am sorry, I think I was just frustrated that I never listened. I won’t allow this to happen again.”

 

“Thank you, Al.” I hugged my cousin back tightly.

 

“Now that’s done, shouldn’t you be shopping? Where were you girls off to?” Albus said with a smile, as he brushed my messy hair off of the scrapes on my cheeks.

 

“Le Chrysalis Dress Boutique, Dom insisted on getting us fancy dresses for the Malfoy’s New Year Party.” I told him, my nerves slowly calming down. Albus scoffed at the mention of girly things.

 

“Well let’s go look at some dresses.” Al said decidedly, taking my arm in his and starting on down the street mumbling about the snow as we went. 

 




A/N: Dear Merlin, that chapter sure took an unexpected dark turn pretty quick. I didn't even expect it really. Anyway, I hope you all liked it and please review if you have any opinion on it. I plan to take it back to funny in the next chapter... so stay tuned! Thank you for reading! I promise to update ASAP. 


Chapter 3: The Best Dressed
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The noon day crowds were slowly pouring into the Alley as we made our way to the boutique, impeding our progress threefold. I didn’t mind, since I didn’t have much time to spend with Albus these days which probably wouldn’t change all that much in the coming years due to his chosen profession. I gazed at him as we walked, he had almost a glow about him the adrenaline from our ordeal worked for him. He really was the spitting image of Uncle Harry, though some very Weasley qualities in both his appearance and manner, the most obvious was the bright copper strands that peppered his hair and stubble. Albus made an unsettled face before sensing he was being watched, and turning to look at me.

 

“So what do you want to do about… you know?” He asked, unsure of my response to such a traumatizing occurrence.

 

“To be honest, I’ve generally been able to hold my own with those twats. And his intrusions… are becoming fairly uncommon in the last year or so. I don’t think we need to tell anyone. He hasn’t actually hurt me.”

 

“Yet.” A hard look glazed over his face. “Rose this is a serious situation, it is pretty much abuse. We can’t let it get any worse.”

 

“Ugh. I think I’ve just been afraid of them coming after me if I tried to report them. But they also haven’t done anything so bad as to get them locked up.” I shrugged, rubbing my arm where I had been grabbed.

 

“If you are sure you don’t want to do anything about it yet, I can’t force anything. Although, we are going to have to take precautions to keep you safe, so that it doesn’t happen again. If it does though, you come straight to me. I mean it Rose. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Albus admitted. It was very touching, we’d always been very close growing up but this is the first time we ever discussed something so serious and personal.

 

“I only have the last half of my year at Hogwarts left, then it shouldn’t be so much of a problem.” I said, believing it to be rather sound reasoning.

 

“Rosie, at least at school there are people and teachers to protect you if need be. I think you should move in with me after Hogwarts. My place is safe and I’m not there much so I wouldn’t be a burden.” Albus decided, not giving any room for discussion. “I also think you should consider getting a boyfriend for the remainder of your time there.”

 

“Whoa, hold on now. It’s not like I can just go out to the shop and pick out some tall handsome Scottish lad to be my boyfriend and I’d be happy ever after. If that were the case, I would have had one in first year and not gone stag to every party ever.” I blurted, my epic case of singleness wasn’t a touchy subject as it had been in my first teen years when I had to watch all of my two friends get their first boyfriends. At this point I have all but accepted that no guy finds me appealing.

 

“Oh, come on. It’s not that hard to get a date. I’ve heard dozens of guys talking about how pretty you are.” Albus cringed at the thought. “I think you just have to get over being so shy and antisocial.”

 

“That’s easy for you to say Potter. You are, -well, you… Who wouldn’t be going for you? You probably only have to look in a girls direction and she’ll be in the palm of your hand.” I exclaimed, jealous at his cool demeanor. Life had never been hard for him, or any of his siblings for that matter.

 

“It’s not that easy Rose, I don’t have much time to be looking anyway.” Albus said, I could almost detect a hint of sadness in his strong voice.

 

 “That’s alright, Al. You’ll find her someday. There isn’t a timeline on that sort of thing.” I smiled bumping him lightly with my shoulder.

 

“So guys like me?” I asked, I’d never heard of that happening before. Alice’s not exactly friend Wilma Warren had said in fifth year not to trust any guy who asked me out because it was probably just a bet with his friends. Luckily, I never suffered the embarrassment of being the butt of a fake date joke.

 

“Sure, then again I didn’t generally go around Hogwarts asking random guys whether or not they liked my cousin.” Albus teased, stopping short in front of the boutique where Alice and Dom stood outside warming their hands on cups of coffee they had gotten in my less than apparent absence.

 

“How else would I know then? It’s not like anyone else has ever told me.” I scoffed. “Hey, I love how you guys didn’t even notice I was gone.”

 

Alice and Dom immediately perked up and looked in our direction. Dom didn’t look the least bit sorry as she took a sip of her drink, Alice on the other hand began apologizing profusely explaining that Dominique had convinced her that I had gotten distracted by a book or wand shop along the way and they might as well occupy themselves. Her reasoning wasn’t actually very sound since Flourish& Blott’s and Ollivander’s were both on the other end of Diagon Alley, but that was Dom, she was getting a head start on being a judgmental grandmother.

 

“I think I’ll leave you girls here. Trying on dresses doesn’t really strike my fancy.” Albus laughed hugging Dom and I goodbye and waving to Alice, before putting his hands in his pockets, giving me a last look and disappearing into the crowd.

 

“Albus is so cute. So what was the hold up?” Alice asked concerned, handing me her surprisingly tasty latte for a sip and to warm my own hands.

 

“Thanks. I just got interrupted by McLaggen, but then I met up with Al and we talked a bit.” I mumbled, not wanting to get the situation more merit than I believed it deserved.

 

“I hate that bastard.” Alice exclaimed, an angry look on her face.

 

“What is so wrong with him?” Dom asked, “I’ve heard the McLaggen’s are quite well to do.”

 

“He’s just a prick, and very annoying when his team wins a blasted Quidditch match. You should see how he acts whenever he blocks any of Rose’s shots.” Alice explained nonchalantly. Alice, Merlin bless her, being my best friend I never told her of what happens with him, she still somehow knew to hate him without my needing to tell her.

 

“Hmmph.” Dom simpered, “He’s not of much interest to me. It is time we went shopping.”

 

The little dress shop was not as small as it had appeared from the outside, the aisles of delicately intricate and colorful dresses seemingly went on for leagues (and it probably did, since magic) which was all but overwhelming. I’d been shopping for dresses a total of two times before, the first for my cousin Victoire’s wedding, and the second for an important Ministry event at the age of six. Both times after trying on no more than three very itchy and poofy dresses, I’d resigned myself to laying on the floor counting the number of people that passed by in the street as my mother picked out dresses for me. Shopping for clothes has never been my thing to say the least.

 

“How are we ever meant to find a dress in this place? At the very least it looks like there about 10,000 to choose from.” I complained, pulling out a sickly green slip dress by the skirt, very unimpressed by the quality of fabric.

 

“That is why the two of you have me. Victoire is preparing to make me a partner for her clothing line, so someone with sense will be in control when she has the baby.” Dom disclosed, “The back half of this salon is wedding gowns, so we needn’t venture there yet. What were you both thinking about wearing? Alice?”

 

We looked at Alice as she thought for a bit, her face twisted up as though whatever dress she chose would be life changing. “Hmmm, well I’ve always wanted to wear a bright pink dress.”

 

“Okay, and you Rose? I know you’d rather wear sweatpants, but I won’t allow you to look like a bum for this party.” Dom huffed, her air of snobbishness not remotely subtle.

 

“Since when do I dress like a bum? I have nice clothes.” I retorted.

 

“I didn’t say that, you just look like someone who wears any clothes that they can get.” She said simply. 

 

“Gee, thanks.” Maybe she was right, I am almost entering a new time in my life so I might need to change up my look. Challenge accepted.

 

“Just pick a color Rose, and I’ll find you something.” Dom rolled her eye, and turned around to start her work.

 

“Fine… Um, light purple?” I suggested almost unsure. I could never tell what would really work with my red hair, Dom never had to worry about that with her soft blonde hair that went with pretty much everything I’d ever seen her in.

 

“Light purple, are you serious? Don’t you know any color shades…” Dom rambled on as she efficiently went through the dresses, clearly frustrated at my ‘disturbing’ lack of knowledge about the color wheel.

 

Alice and I waited for quite a while, looking through what we considered rather ugly dresses; the one that topped our least favorite list was an impossibly short, frilly, glitter-ridden yellow dress that looked like it belonged on a doll. Before too long, Dom had reappeared carrying only three dresses which seemed rather presumptuous on her part in my opinion. 

 

“Is that all you picked out? Who are those for?” I asked skeptically.

 

“Don’t be silly, they are for you two. Oh, and the silver one is for me. I already tried it on.” Dom explained holding out the elegant silver dress that looked like liquid metal as it shined with the slightest movement.

 

“Okay. Let me try mine on.” Alice said excitedly looking at the bright pink dress also in Dom’s arm.

 

Dom handed her the dress after holding it up to her and nodding in approval. “That will look perfect on you, try it on if you must but I am excellent at judging sizes. Rose this one is for you, and since we are the same size you don’t need to try it on until the party.”

 

“Come lets go pay for these so we can be on our way.” Dom instructed once Alice had tried on and fell even more in love with her dress, she held it out in front of her to gaze at the pretty fabric.

 

“About how much are you setting me back?” I asked skeptically, looking at the lavender dress in my hands already growing nervous at the strapless sweetheart neckline, and handing it to the shop girl.

 

“This one will run ye about 42 Galleons, you’ll probably want to be lookn’ ‘n the clearance section.” The heavily Scottish accented shop girl told me with a very judgmental look on her face. How can no one tell that I’m a Weasley? I know it sounds privileged, but most other Weasleys or Potters are treated like royalty. It was still a rather high price for a dress in my opinion though.

 

“Excuse me,” Dom set hers and Alice’s dress on the counter. “I can pay for this easily, if you are going to insist on giving my cousin or friend anymore attitude, I’ll make sure the Delacour Delicate line is no longer sold in this shop and you can explain that to your boss.” She almost hissed rather threateningly at the now wide-eyed shopkeep.

 

“Soory, Miss Delacour.” She mumbled in reply looking down and ringing up our dresses.

 

“It’s Weasley. Both of us.” Dom snapped. I looked at her anxiously, not wanting her to go overboard and get us in trouble.

 

“Soory, again.” She said, “That’ll be 137 galleons, and 45 sickles.”

 

“Very well.” Dom shrugged, the price clearly no trouble for her.

 

I elbowed Alice and motioned toward Dom, intending to get her to say thank you as well since we’d just been bought designer dresses and not had to kick in a sickle for it. “Thank you.” I said, and Alice repeated quickly.

 

Dom took out a large velvet coin purse from her regular large leather purse and dropped it on the counter without a second thought to how much was in it, clearly assuming the shop girl would happily enough sort through it for the correct payment.

 

The shop girl on the other hand looked as if she had seen a pack of dementors come in to try on dresses, as the coins spilled out across the counter. I really did feel bad for her, I bet she had to put up with snotty girls like Dom all day so it was no surprise to me that when she zipped Dom’s dress into its own dress bag, she let a small length of the skirt become entrapped in the zipper soon to suffer the worst fate for a pretty dress: being torn before being worn. I couldn’t help but smirk when I saw it, looking at the shop girl knowingly as I picked up my own dress bag. New Year’s Eve would be a fun night.

 




A/N: Woo, I finally got a chapter out! Hope you liked it. So the story has taken a bit of a turn that I hadn't expected and we will have to see how that turns out, lol. Anyway thanks for reading, please if you can write a review! thanks! 



 


Chapter 4: The Burrow's New Guests
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Christmas Eve was quite honestly one of my favorite days to spend with family because of all our small traditions. The best of all was the cousin sleepover at the Burrow, where we all ‘slept’ in the sitting and woke up in the morning to a mountain of presents.


 

 


 

I had successfully claimed my territory in the corner across from and with the best view of the Christmas tree as Dom made her way over and took what I assumed was Albus’ sleeping bag from the couch beside where I was set up, and flung it to the other side of the expanded space.


 

 


 

“Oh, I’m sure that will go over well.” I muttered under my breath. We were lucky that Dom still enjoyed this tradition, because I doubt family sleepovers were something she considered cool. So I wasn’t going to try and talk her out of usurping the couch from an Auror, he may know some powerful magic but Dom wasn’t the peachiest in the mornings if she didn’t sleep comfortably.


 

 


 

“If that weirdo wants to take the couch from me, he can try all he likes. But it wont end well for him.” She said with a threateningly cheerful smirk.


 

 


 

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” I chuckled, arranging my sleeping bag and knapsack in front of the couch so that Albus wouldn’t be tempted.


 

 


 

The Burrow around Christmas was always amazing, Nana Molly and the aunts would decorate up the inside of the house and fill it with the smell of delicious cornucopia that they cooked. The feast could generally be expected that of royalty, what with the array of dishes and too tempting desserts. Meanwhile, Grandpa Arthur and everyone’s fathers were tasked with making the outside into a winter wonderland. There were plenty of floating baubles and noise making thingy’s about to catch the eye, somehow it managed to fill us all with the same wonderment as it had when we were all younger. 


 

 


 

“I can’t wait for the New Years party,” Dom stated casually, as she ran her fingers across the garland on the tree. “I can’t believe I’ll be going stag.”


 

 


 

“Join the club.” I shrugged. I was no stranger to going to everything without a date. I think I’m starting to like it that way though, mostly due to my own inability to attract said date anyway. 


 

 


 

“Rosie, you really need to think about a boyfriend. You probably can’t imagine the benefits that having a handsome man on your arm at events does to your image. Let alone more private things.” Dom professed.


 

 


 

“Because my image is what needs to be worried about.” That and my self inflicted awkwardness around other humans. I shrugged.


 

 


 

“That is what I’ve been telling her.” Said Albus who had just entered the sitting room, noticing his belongings had been moved from their original space.


 

 


 

“See, if he is noticing that you are on the verge of spinsterhood then you know something is wrong.” Dom agreed.


 

 


 

“I don’t think that was a compliment on my part.” Albus said. “Who moved my stuff?”


 

 


 

“I highly suggest not sleeping on the couch. You are probably too large for it anyway.” I hinted to Albus, raising my eyebrow at Dom.


 

 


 

Dom leered at him as well, driving home the point that she wouldn’t be moving for anything short of a fire. Albus shrugged, and crossed his arms over his chest looking at the tree with us. The Christmas tree towered over us, with its bushy branches bursting with garland, ornaments, and tinsel. It hardly looked like it could fit in the room along with all of us who would be sleeping in there with it, I would not be surprised if someone or thing were launched into it causing the yearly explosion from Nana Molly.


 

 


 

“My mum says it’s a few hours until supper. So would anyone care for a game of Quidditch, or maybe just try to throw each other off?” Albus asked.


 

 


 

“NO.” Dom insisted instantly, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.


 

 


 

“Oh, sure. I haven’t played Chicken in awhile. By the way, is your sister here? I wanted to make sure she got a spot near us.” I said, not having seen Lily since the beginning of the shopping trip earlier in the week.


 

 


 

“Lil? I think Scorpius is bringing her and Aurelia,” he looked down at his watch; “Actually, they should be here anytime now. They are all sleeping over because their parents and grandparents are apparently going on holiday for Christmas this year, since everyone is old enough now.”


 

 


 

I was instantly surprised and all at once nervous at the prospect of my crush actually staying over for a holiday. It was like a fantasy come true, as if an episode of one of those soap operas I occasionally watch with Grandma Granger where the most ridiculous situations arise to bring sexual tension for the love interest, and I felt like I should be pinched.


 

 


 

“They can’t stay at their own place for the holiday?” Dom asked. “There is hardly room for us here.”


 

 


 

“Don’t worry, I heard Mum say that they were going to either expand the room, or take out some of the sofas.” Albus grinned at her.


 

 


 

“It’ll be okay. Besides, Dom you will love Lily’s friend Aurelia. She is just as much into fashion and girly stuff as you are, if not more.” I added.


 

 


 

“That is a pretty name.” Dom said thinking for a moment, possibly about whether Aurelia would be friend or competition. “Well let’s all go outside and get this flying business out of the way. I need to get a scarf.”


 

 


 

“Alright. See you out there.” I said, as Albus and I made our way through the bustling kitchen and outside.


 

 


 

“So you haven’t been getting into any trouble have you?” Albus asked quietly, hands in his pockets and we wandered in the direction of the broom shed that our other cousins and siblings we already loitering around.


 

 


 

“No sir. I’ve been keeping to myself. Besides, I’ve always been able to handle myself with those dolts.” I tried to brush it off, it wasn’t the most exciting topic for me.


 

 


 

“You know that isn’t the point. Imagine what would happen if my dad knew, let alone your dad.” He offered.


 

 


 

“I know.” I answered just as a very expensive black car pulled into the drive, a stark contrast to the thick blanket of snow covering the ground. There was only a select few people it could be; as wealthy as the family was we didn’t tend to show it in material things.


 

 


 

“Oh, I bet Score would want to play with us all.” Albus said rather excited, grabbing my hand and jogging toward the car.


 

 


 

The car pulled into park just as we reached it. Albus opened the back door, letting his sister and her friend out. Out of the drivers side, Scorpius exited the car dressed in a fine winters coat that made him look like a business man going on vacation. He looked right at me and smiled, in a way that  made me rationalize that he had to be staring past me at someone else.


 

 


 

“Hi Rose.” He said in his deep voice. “Nice seeing you again.”


 

 


 

“Sure. Really!? I only just heard that you were coming.” I babbled awkwardly, watching as he pulled what was clearly his own, and his sisters duffel bags out from the car and slinging them over his shoulder easily.


 

 


 

“You don’t sound entirely overjoyed about our coming.” Scorpius said with an eyebrow raised, as he walked toward me.


 

 


 

“No, its not that at all. Sorry. I just. Um…” My words came out in a jumbled mess, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks despite the cold nip in the air. I looked up at him nervously, seeing that he recognized my nervousness but continued to smile. He was more than likely just being polite, knowing his upbringing.


 

 


 


“Oi, Rosie. Could you show Score where to put their bags? I’ll get the girls outfitted with brooms before they can wander off to go look at magazines.” Albus suggested, handing me his sisters bag to carry. Traitor.


 

 


 

“Come on Al! We don’t want to play, its cold out!” Lily whined, and tried to lead Aurelia away, who looked thoroughly unimpressed with the choice of activities presented. I wasn’t surprised at her distaste, Aurelia was wearing a coat that looked more expensive than any I’d seen Dom or Victoire wear, not to mention her fancy French nails.


 

 


 

“Too bad, all the mums are busy cooking and said either work inside or play outside.” Albus announced, and it would explain why all the fathers were huddled together on the back porch of the Burrow for warmth.


 

 


 

“Don’t worry, dinner should be in an hour or so then we’ll be safe to go in.” I suggested to Lily.


 

 


 

The girls reluctantly let Albus push them in the direction of the old shed (I assumed because of Aurelia’s doe eyes at Albus) , where the others waited for a game to start. I turned back to our other visitor who stood waiting beside his car, bags slung over one shoulder and his other arm out for me to take.


 

 


 

My hand was shaking as I wrapped it around the crook of his elbow, hoping that he would just find the shuddering to be from the cold as I wasn’t wearing the best jumper for the weather instead of my obvious inability to remain calm. His arm was strong and I could feel the sinewy muscles hiding just below the thick overcoat he wore. It shouldn’t have been surprising, he wasn’t unlike any other man. He was rich and known in school for taking care of himself for Quidditch, but being so close to the point that I was actually touching my crush would have been unfathomable if it weren’t for the fact that it was currently happening to me.


 

 


 

We walked rather briskly toward the house, I was almost struggling to keep up with his gait, as much as I was struggling to start a conversation. Cheesy icebreakers kept popping up in my head, embarrassing just to think about and unable to come up with anything as the nervous color grew on my face making it even more evident as to my crush on him. Though he kept his head high and didn’t look at me so I doubt that he noticed.


 

 


 

As we approached the back deck of the Burrow, the kitchen door opened and Dom walked out an infuriatingly knowing smile spread across her face seeing me walking arm in arm with the guy whom I had previously gushed to her about thinking he was absolutely adorable.  Just the thought of him knowing I thought he was adorable was mortifying, Merlin knew he wasn’t the type of man who was referred to as adorable, generally the tabloids stuck to ‘handsome’ or ‘elegant’.  What if he knew occlumency? That was more than enough reason to stop thinking so much.


 

 


 

Dom floated in a dainty manner toward us, staring me down as she did. With a wicked grin, she stuck out her hand and turned her eyes up to Scorpius. He looked down over her appraisingly, then took her hand.


 

 


 

“You must be one of the Delacour Weasley’s? I’m guessing Dominique, since you aren’t with child?” Scorpius asked dripping with charm, he was in the business of knowing who was who.


 

 


 

“The one and only.” Dom purred, well there it was. Any small sliver of a chance of him ever liking me had been eliminated after the simple fact that once any guy met Dom, they were immediately intoxicated by her beauty and charm, and I was a forever alone after thought. It was a good thing that my parents had a boy because I wouldn’t be continuing the family line, it was almost prophecy.


 

 


 

“Pleasure to meet you. I imagine you will be staying here as well? I haven’t been to the Burrow in such a long time.” Scorpius said.


 

 


 

“Of course, though I doubt where we are all sleeping is even scraping where your standards must be. I only stay out of love for my family, but really staying in a motel would be ideal.” Dom almost whined. Why was she flirting with him, did she need to rub it in like that? Get a room.


 

 


 

“I think its quaint to be in such close quarters with your family, I don’t get that so much with my family.” Scorpius said the slightest hint of emotion crossing his face for a moment.


 

 


 

“Anyway,” I interjected, “I’m sure that Scorpius doesn’t want to keep carrying those bags, in the snow. We can go in, then you can keep flirting.” I even surprised myself by saying what I was thinking out loud.


 

 


 

Both Scorpius and Dom turned to look at me, Dom adopting a glare, but Scorpius only raised an eyebrow. Surely he noticed Dom’s attempts.


 

 


 

“Rose, you can call me Score. And you are right these bags are getting heavy, I have no idea what Auri keeps in there.” Scorpius agreed, with a chuckle.


 

 


 

“Hmm, well I’ll see you on the Pitch Score.” Dom pouted, clearly giving me a competitive glance. Dom was the other reason I was spinster bound. If anyone had something, she had to make it hers, make it better. Not that he’d ever be mine or anything.


 

 


 

“So show me in?” Score asked, I nodded and continued forward.


 

 


 

We walked up the steps to the back porch and Aunt Ginny opened the door for us, her face lit up in surprise at seeing Scorpius, then raised her eyebrow at me in that suspicious auntie way.


 

 


 

“Oh, Scorpius! How long has it been since I saw you last? It had to be when you and Albus graduated. My you look handsome, doesn’t he Rosie?” She chattered on, trying to sell me out with out knowing it.


 

 


 

“Yeah.” I answered awkwardly, not looking up at him because I was almost certainly the color of my hair.


 

 


 

“Thank you Mrs. Potter. You look positively radiant as well.” He smiled, waving at the other Aunts and Nana Molly. Who all surrounded him in that motherly way to tell him how amazing he is. Like he didn’t already know how perfect he is. I never even get that type of attention from them.


 

 


 

“I’ve got to show Scorpius where we are all sleeping, then you all can go back to fawning over him alright?” I announced above their chattering.


 

 


 

I pulled him forward and down the corridor to the expanded family room where the multitude of sleeping bags and suitcases where set out to mark territory. Looking back at him, I couldn’t tell if he was overwhelmed or disgusted by the home-y-ness of the house.


 

 


 

“So Lily is over there,” I pointed at Lily’s stuff that had one of the only open spaces in the room beside it. “And well…”


 

 


 

Of course, the only other space was between mine and Albus’ stuff. I moved to the side. As he set Aurelia’s stuff down beside Lily’s, then dropped his suitcase and sleeping bag beside mine.


 

 


 

“Well you’ll be next to Albus at least. Um, you can change in the boys room which is up the stairs, but knock first because the Potters should be staying in there. And, the bathroom is down the hall.” I informed him.


 

 


 

“This should be fun, I haven’t had a sleepover in ages.” Scorpius said happily sitting down on the couch.


 

 


 

“Well, I may be biased but I’m fairly sure that Weasley sleepovers are a whole other thing.” I rolled my eyes. This guy had no idea what he was getting into. 


 

 


 




 

 


 

A/N: Hey all! I admit it, I am the worst. I took literally over a year just to update. *ding ding ding SHAME* But I really am going to try to start update more regularly. It's summer so it should be easier. Thank you so much for reading and sticking with it though. All the loves. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Have a great day!

 

 

 

 


Chapter 5: Encounters of the Surprising Kind
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 Perhaps I had overestimated how long all the cooks would leave us out here to play in the snow, maybe they’d even forgotten we were all out here and just started gossiping. But by the time Uncle Harry and my Dad decided it was finally time to call it a day, (much to Quidditch pro James chagrin of course), everyone who had been participating in the maelstrom of a game was beaten, and freezing wet. I imagine Dad probably pulled something, otherwise he probably could have kept up with James.

 

Lily and Auri had spent the game huddled on their brooms collecting snow a top their perfect heads. The rest of us hadn’t faired as well, as the adrenaline wore off I was beginning to feel the cold dampness seep through my thick woolen overcoat, and the ends of my hair were turned to ice. Harry and Dad looked like they’d just spent an hour running, and all of the boys were on the verge of turning into snowmen. Dom had somehow managed to avoid most of the game, occasionally floating with the girls, but helping her team only when she found an opening.

 

“I think we all may need to find our way to the hearth so we can warm up.” Uncle Harry suggested as our frozen group moved like zombies toward the Burrow’s back porch.

 

“That sounds amazing.” Hugo piped up through chattering teeth.

 

The back door opened revealing a flustered Nana Molly, probably from seeing the vast majority of her offspring close to the point of frostbite. “Not a one of you is allowed to sit down until you’ve all changed into some dry clothing. It’s a wonder any of you haven’t caught a cold already.” She prodded my Dad with her wand as he past, but gave me a wink.

 

“Everyone take turns! There are more than enough rooms to go around to change in. Lily, why don’t you take Aurelia up to change in my old room?” Aunt Ginny suggested, as she pulled her daughter aside and rubbed her cheeks a little to warm them up.

 

“Sure Mum. Come on this way.” Lily said, grabbing Auri by the hand and pulling her through the throng of Weasleys.

 

Another commotion began as another part of the Weasley clan came in behind the slightly damper crowd. It was Uncle George, Auntie Angie, along with Fred and Roxanne. Who were absolutely ecstatic every time they entered the Burrow. I could never really be sure if it was family they were happy to see, or just the fact that they got a well deserved break when they were here.  Roxy (as she demanded to be called) was near Victoire’s age, so she had been out of Hogwarts for quite sometime, and worked full time at the family joke shop. Louis on the other hand was Lily’s age, and while he chose to spend all his free time in the shop, I hardly ever saw him around school. Albus thinks that he is an evil genius with a lair and everything, but time will have to tell on that one.

 

Dom immediately sprang for Roxy, despite their age difference the two of them were attached at the hip at most family gatherings. Lily was usually my best friend, but since she’d started having Auri at family gatherings their wasn’t much room for me in their Fourth Year gossip. I waded through the crowd to the family room so I could find some warm clothes to change into. A chunky knit sweater and sweats sounded perfect, so I grabbed the first I could find and headed up the stairs to my Dad’s old room.

 

I always liked hanging out in his old room since I never got to see my mothers childhood bedroom. I know she’d been here too growing up because her, Dad, and Uncle Harry were always so close. Despite the awful shade of orange, it was like a little sanctuary since next to no one wanted to come all the way up here.

 

I took off all of my wet clothes. Luckily the penetrating cold hadn’t reached my undergarments, a pink bra which Dom had convinced me to get last summer, and matching panties. My Mum always wondered why I’d by stuff like that when I had no one to see me in it ( I think she just didn’t like the idea of her little girl growing up), I’d decided it was because I liked the way I looked in it and that’s what counted.  I peeled off my last sock, and that’s when the door opened.

 

“Can’t you knock?” I shouted, covering myself with the heavy sweater as I fell on the bed.

 

“Blimey, Rose. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. Lily told me to come change up here, because no one is ever in here. Something about a ghost.” Literally the worst possible person to come up here said, clearly shocked at seeing me next to naked but still not leaving the room.

 

“At least avert your eyes!” I nearly shrieked. This could not be happening to me, awkward one-sided sexual tension.  Scorpius quickly closed his eyes as he laid back against the door.

 

“I really didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m a gentleman.” Scorpius insisted, I had to snort in derision. He stood there with his clothes in his arms, slightly shivering. It only made me want to go kiss him more, but that was something near impossible even in this soap opera situation.

 

“I’m sure you are. “ I tossed the sweater quickly over my head, than pulled up my pants. “Okay. You can look now.”

 

“Sorry. “ He said with a look, that I’m sure meant he wasn’t all that sorry for seeing a girl in her bra and panties.

 

“Look its alright. It’s just a body.” I said with a shrug. Slipping on my cozy slippers and standing up.

 

He smiled and I started to melt. “Yeah. So was this your dad’s room?”

 

“If the obvious obsession with the Cannons wasn’t and immediate answer, then yes.” I said, going over to the long mirror on the back of the door to fix my hair.

 

“You know,” he said, pulling off his overcoat and scarf, “My father told me that once around when I was little, that he and your dad actually started betting on Quidditch games together to see who was better. I think it was in an effort to improve relations between our families after the war. And also because they work together.”

 

I was staring and I knew it, at least it was somewhat subtle through the mirror, but I watched as he took off his shirt revealing his muscular backside. Ugh, hormones. “Really? I’d never heard of anything like that. My parents don’t tell us much about the war, or after it.”

 

“That’s odd. I think my parents told me everything so I could look at their mistakes as something to learn from.” Scorpius replied, turning around to see me looking at him through the mirror as I fixed my braid.  “It’s only fair.”

 

“Apparently I’ve been rather sheltered then.” I replied, finally looking away. I’d only ever heard the very basics of the war in History of Magic, I knew that terrible things had happened. What they were had just been kept from me and my cousins, ‘for the best.’

 

“Our parents are quite civil to each other now. But back in their day, the divide was very dramatic. I won’t give anything away, I imagine your parents want to be the ones to tell you, but our parents hated each other. ” He said. “You just come from the better side of history I think.”

 

“I guess. Its hard to believe though, I am pretty much an adult you could tell me.” I suggested.

 

“Well its quite the depressing subject. Maybe some other time. Anyway, I’m done. Where should we put the wet clothes?” He asked.

“Oh,” I turned around to see him looking as though he’d stepped out of a winter catalog. “Nana Molly has a rack up in the laundry room. You can follow me.”

 

We both reached for the door handle at the same time, but I was first and his hand ended up holding mine. Quickly, we both took our hands away. My heart started beating a million miles a minute. How many times would this happen in one day? Scorpius opened the door.

 

“Ladies first.” He offered.

 

“Thanks.”

 

Back in the family room, all of the cousins had arranged themselves in their sleeping bags desperate to get warm. I got a glance from Dom, when she saw me coming down the stairs with Scorpius in tow. I gave her a look that meant we’d talk later, then went and took my spot beside her and Scorpius.

 

“Time for supper everyone! Come get it while it’s hot!” Grandpa Arthur popped his head in the room and shouted. And was instantly followed by a heard of people into the kitchen where shout’s of “line up, one by one,” and “No, Ron, you can’t have a whole chicken”, were heard. Normal dinner time stuff.

 

Scorpius followed closely behind me, as if he’d designated me as his personal Weasley host for his time here. I hopped that were the case, although it would almost certainly end up with me being socially awkward enough to send him packing, or at least choosing Albus to hang out with (who was his actual friend already.)

 

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten dinner like this before.” Scorpius’s deep voice whispered in my ear, the heat giving me shivers.

 

I turned so that I could see him, ”I wouldn’t imagine so. What is it like to eat in a mansion every night?” I asked, genuinely interested.

 

“Oh, you mean like how I have to follow dining etiquette to the tee for every meal I have there? The splendor of it all wears off rather quick, but the food is tasty.” He smirked, “I’ll have you over sometime so you can see for yourself.”

 

“Are you serious? I’ve never been to a fancy dinner like that before.” I said happy with his genuine niceness. I knew I liked him for a reason other than being hot.

 

“Of course, its odd how we never really spoke back at Hogwarts.” He mused, picking up a plate to put some skewered sausage on.

 

“To be fair, I’m the forgotten Weasley. And two years your junior. I doubt you hung out much with anyone my age.” I said, loading my plate in the most lady-like manner I could manage for being this hungry.

 

“Forgotten Weasley, I haven’t heard that one before.” He chuckled.

 

“See, it’s a curse really. I’m looked over for the Potter kids, and everyone is either older and more sucsessful than me, “ I pointed to Albus with my knife, “ or the baby of their family.”

 

“I can understand that.” Scorpius said, he paused to wait at the end of the buffet line as I finished filling my plate. He was actually waiting for me to show him where to sit. “At least you don’t have a mountain of expectations on your shoulders as the eldest of a family with an important business.”

 

I led us down to the end of the (enchanted to extend based on need) dinner table, and sat down on the side. Scorpius followed suit and sat in the empty seat beside me. Across from us were Lily and Auri, with Albus at our end. Lily looked at me with a devious little smile as if everything were going according to plan. I rolled my eyes and looked at the other end of the table where my dad sat and seemed to be glaring at Scorpius.

 

“So you would rather not be incredibly rich?” I teased.

 

“Having money comes with its benefits I assure you, but if I had the choice this wouldn’t be what I would be doing for a living. At least you get to choose.” He shrugged, starting to prod his food with the fork.

 

Surprised that my awkwardness and nerves where being kept at bay I decided to continue the conversation in between bites. It was weird talking to him because it felt like we had been friends forever. Not that we could really be considered friends, but polite acquaintances. Either way I learned that if he could be anything he would play professional Quidditch or more realistically be a potion maker.

 

It was all very surreal, and then the fireplace in the next room sprang to life, with it coughing out the well dressed figure of my mother. Nana Molly called her in, being the only possible person in the family not already here. In came my mother, briefcase in hand and only minimal ash from the floo. She went right to Dad, kissing him on the cheek despite him having his face stuffed then ran her hand through his hair. Looking up Mum, she froze looking in my direction but not at me. Again, it was Scorpius getting the awkward stares from one of my parents that I couldn’t understand. Luckily she shook it off.

 

“Good evening all! I trust we’ve been having a good Christmas eve? Hello, Molly.” She hugged, Nana, Grandpa, then Uncle Harry, and Aunt Ginny in succession. Taking her seat beside Dad, she glanced at me with a raised eyebrow before sneaking food off of his plate.

 

Subtly as I could I elbowed Scorpius. He leaned his head slightly in my direction, his hair falling to cover his ear.

 

“Why were my parents glaring at you?” I whispered as quietly as possible.

 

“I’ll tell you later. It’s what we were talking about earlier.” He whispered back.  

 

When dinner had ended the parents mostly stayed at the table to talk about whatever it is that adults talk about, getting old and money probably. Meanwhile, the younger crowd moved back into the sitting room to get comfortable and also talk, but about more important things like who was seeing who, and Quidditch scores. I nudged Scorpius and picked up my plate, urging him to copy me. We brought our plates to the other end of the table where the sink was and deposited them there. Before I could lead him back to the family room, he stopped in front of Nana Molly and Grandpa Arthur.

 

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I just wanted to thank you for opening your home to my sister and I on Christmas. It was very thoughtful of you. Also, dinner was absolutely delicious. Which I imagine is thanks to you ladies.” He nodded toward Nana and my Aunts. “Anyway, thank you again.”

 

Grandpa Arthur nodded and shook his hand with a smile. Nana Molly beamed, “Oh, thank you dear. It’s a pleasure to have such polite company. And you can come over for food whenever you’d like.”

 

Scorpius smiled brightly, then looked at me and took my arm, leading me back toward the family room.

 

 “You are more polite than most of her grandkids, I’m sure she’d happily trade you for one of them. My pick is Lucy.” I whispered as we walked slowly down the hall.

 

He chuckled, “I’d gratefully take the offer. This place is great.” We had slowed to a halt still in the hallway, now alone. He still held my arm, but it didn’t give me the sort of anxiety as when other guys (namely Derek) did.

 

“You are quite interesting.” He said quietly, stepping closer to face me. My cheeks were burning.

 

Smiling, I replied. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

 

Scorpius began to answer, with what I could only hope was supposed to be a yes, but was interrupted by my Dad.

 

“Rose, come her a minute will you?” He asked from the other end of the hall, brows furrowed in Scorpius’ direction.

 

“Yeah sure. Um, I’ll see you in there alright?” I asked helplessly.

 

“Of course.” Scorpius replied, squeezing my arm, then nodding to my dad respectfully before returning to the family room.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Listen, I know you won’t really understand but it’s for the best. Your mother and I don’t want you hanging around Scorpius.” He said with a serious face.

 

I grimaced, “Um, why?”

 

“I’ll tell you when you are older. But I’m serious.”

 

“Ugh, whatever.” I shrugged, immediately feeling like I could tear up, so I turned around and stormed away. I knew he cared about me and all, but what was with him trying to ruin the first time I ever have a real moment with a guy? 




A/N: Hey there! Told you I'd update soon! I'm really getting back into this story so yay! Anyway, hope you liked it. Please review if you have absolutely any opinion on it. Thanks for reading, have a great day! 

 

 

 



 


Chapter 6: Let's All Go to the Party
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 So there it was, I’m for sure to be doomed to a life of spinsterhood. I had a case of parents not wanting me to live my own life, and I had it bad. Not that it should be so big of a deal anyway, I just barely had a conversation with him. It must be those teenager hormones making me want to rebel. Merlin, how cliché.

 

I wandered down the hall back to the family room, with what I could only assume was a confused and somewhat sad look on my face by the way that Scorpius stared at me. Lousy with pointless feelings I huffed all the way over to my sleeping bag, slid in, and decided tonight was just not my night. My face was buried in my pillow when I was gently tapped on the shoulder. I didn’t budge, which was probably just giving away just why I happened to be in a mood all of the sudden.

 

They tapped again this time a little less gentle, “What?” my answer muffled by the pillow.

 

“Uh, are you alright?” Dom asked, in her pretending not to judge voice.

 

“I’ve just had a rather long day. I’ve also got a stomachache.” I lied.

 

“Sure you do.” She replied, probably rolling her eyes.

 

Well, I’d be damned if I’d let my parents get to me. It was Christmas Eve after all, and there was much fun left to be had over the holiday. I popped my head up to see most of the girls staring at me along with Scorpius.

 

“What now?” I asked, flustered.

 

“Our parents are all leaving, and Nana and Grandpa went up to their room” Roxy said, smiling.

 

“And?”

 

“Well, we are all unsupervised and mostly adults. Maybe we should have a party.” Roxy said as if that was what she had said all along.

 

“Why, its just us here. I don’t particularly feel like partying hard with my cousins. Besides don’t we have the Malfoy party next week?” I asked unimpressed, who wants to drink at their Grandparents place anyway.

 

“You really are a wet blanket, aren’t you Rose?” Lucy piped up haughtily.

 

“Yeah, you need to get a life instead of being such a drabby, spinster, bummer all of the time.” Molly added, the twins giggled amongst themselves like two socialites who were clearly better than everyone else.

 

Albus, Lily, and Dom all looked at me, they knew the twins and I didn’t ever get along. And I was bound to say something that was both mean and right, and send them crying to their mother; although now that they were 19 their whining had become more subtle. One of them would probably frame me for one of their mistakes some day and get me thrown into Azkaban.

 

“Oh, shut up you slags. First of all, no one has used “wet blanket” in over a decade, so I suggest you find a new insult. And second, Molly if you talk to me again for the rest of the holiday I promise you I will get those pictures of you from your 6th year printed in the Prophet.” I finished, crossing my arms over my chest protectively.

 

Molly looked as though she was about to speak, but smartly thought better of it. So Lucy reading her mind spoke for her. “You wouldn’t dare…”

 

“You want to try me trollop?” I threatened. The good thing about being the quiet one, was it was easier to get the dirt on the more social ones.

 

She quickly hushed up, but went on whispering furiously with Molly. They would surely be beginning planning their revenge on me. At least I didn’t really have any dirt that I think they know of. Not that some naughty pictures were what were needed to get me in trouble.

 

“Are they always like this?” Scorpius leaned in to ask me.

 

“Those two? I would say they are harmless, but that doesn’t suit blood-sucking harpies I’m afraid.” I whispered back. “Be careful around them, I remember hearing them talking about their plans to become gold-diggers for a living at the age of 14.”

 

“That sounds like a promising endeavor.” Scorpius smirked, looking as though he were trying not to laugh.

 

Once the commotion had died down, Lily spoke up, “So are we going to do anything?”

 

She looked at Aurelia who shrugged. “Perhaps we could go to the manor.” She said simply.

 

Oh, that was terrific. A bunch of Potters and Weasleys set loose in an expensive manor was a great idea if the owners didn’t mind things going missing or broken, and absolutely messing up the place. More than likely any blame inevitably incurred would be directed straight at me. The moral center of the group. My enthusiasm was lackluster at best. Clearly though any opposition I could bring forth was assuredly ignored, I looked to the one person who may have actual authority in the matter.

 

The others followed suit gazing at Scorpius with varying degrees of want and begging, he gave us a tired look, but relented. “Well, so long as we keep it rather small. The downstairs ballroom hasn’t seen life in ages.”

 

What a pushover. Although he was probably just trying to make everyone happy, I for one didn’t see it that way. He would get us all in trouble, knowing what these losers were capable of. Scorpius turned to me as everyone else began to quietly get up and gather their things, I simply scrunched my nose and shook my head at him before getting up and standing with everyone else to help figure out how to plan this train wreck.

 

Dom and Roxy quickly took the helm with occasional input from Aurelia, and decided that everyone needed to start getting the word out fast, and by any means. The older boys would be sent to fetch drinks and anything that wouldn’t already be at the manor. I insisted on apparating with Lily and Auri, just so that I could keep an eye on them when the party had actually started and the temptations were plenty. Just before we apparated I saw Scorpius with James and Albus, he turned around and saw me staring. I could feel my cheeks turn pink, and we disappeared with a loud POP!

 

Upon arrival we immediately set about making the second ballroom inviting. For an unused room it didn’t seem to need all that much work. A disillusionment charm was set upon much of the manor so that the guests wouldn’t stray far from the party, offering them a path from the front porch directly to the ballroom and not much else but the loo or gardens unless allowed by one of the hosts.

 

Knowing the most people who were available to party on short notice both Roxy and James had sent out mass texts to their friends inviting them over for the party warning them that they wouldn’t be able to stay past daybreak, but to expect a great time. Not wanting to be outdone, Dom invited some of what I assume were her most fashionable friends from France. Everything was ready by a half an hour til midnight when the guests started arriving, popping up in the garden or coming through the fireplace. I was quickly becoming overwhelmed at not being able to police anything, but as it wasn’t my responsibility I resigned myself to staying in the lack of a spotlight to which I was very happily accustomed.

 

The music began blaring from hidden speakers throughout the room, and guests began to gather at the drink table where Fred declared himself the barkeep after James, Scorpius, and Albus returned with several self-filling bottles of varying alcoholic drinks. The drinks brought to mind someone I’d forgotten but would certainly make my stay here better, that were if she was awake anyway. I sat down at one of the round tables in the corner of the room and pulled out my phone.

 

Ali, are you awake? If so txt back ASAP! -Rose

 

A minute or so later my phone buzzed.

 

U realize its near midnite on Xmas eve rite? -Alice

 

Thank Merlin she was still up.

You’ll thank me when I tell you why. –Rose

 

Ugh, I doubt it. –Alice

 

You have to come to Malfoy Manor. There is a party going right now. Literally everyone, and Albus is here. –Rose

 

I thot the Malfoy party wasn’t til New Years? Wait, you said Albus is there? –Alice

 

This is an impromptu party, and I need you. Can you make it? –Rose

 

5 min –Alice

 

It was rather nice that I didn’t need much more bait than telling her my cousin was going to be there. But it was nicer that I would have someone to commiserate with here, even if Alice did want to be more of a party girl than be a wallflower with me.

 

“Who are you texting?” came Scorpius’ deep voice.

 

“Just my friend, I figure I could use some help keeping an eye on the younger ones.” I said simply. Lily and Auri weren’t the only ones who could get into trouble here, my brother could be quite the nuisance.

 

“Don’t worry about my sister or Lily. I’ve already taken their phones from them, and warned if I saw them drink anything I’d lock them up in Auri’s room.” He smiled warmly, probably trying to win favor from me after letting this happen.

 

“That’s good at least. Haven’t you got any ladies to go charm? I’m sure Dom would love to show you off so some of her friends. They are all French you know.” I told him, trying to steer the conversation toward an end.

 

He chuckled, the sandy blonde hair falling around his eyes. He didn’t have to be so handsome, that was just unfair. “I have no doubt that she would. As I’m sure you have many gentlemen who would be just as happy to have your attention.”

 

“See I’ve been told that but there has never really been any truth to the rumors.” I said flatly. My phone buzzed.

 

Here, where are you? –Alice

 

I glanced at Scorpius weakly, not really wanting to leave but everything just felt too awkward.

 

“Sorry, my friend is here.” I excused myself heading to the entrance of the ballroom to wait for Alice. I watched as Scorpius got up, he seemed confused for a moment but quickly it passed and he was his ever confident self again as he went to mingle with some partiers. Almost as soon as he was free of me Dom pounced followed by her chattering entourage of girlfriends all remarking on how statuesque he must be and how great they could be together, it was sickening.

 

“What are you looking at?” asked a voice from behind me.

 

Startled and glad that I didn’t have a drink in my hand, I turned around to see a very excited Alice dressed just at the boundary of trying to hard to look casual, as opposed to my not even trying look of sweatpants and Weasley sweater.

 

“No one.”

 

“So someone, obviously.” Alice chirped smiling and following my gaze, it wasn’t often that we were invited to the cool parties.  When she realized who it was I was staring at her eyes widened in shock. “Has something happened?”

 

“In the course of the day? No.” I said, trying to make myself believe it. Not wanting to believe that against all odds the object of my affection may have actually begun to notice me.

 

“Rose…” she prompted. “If you don’t tell me I have ways of finding out.”

 

“Find out that way then. Nothing happened. Let’s go get drinks.” I pulled her by the arm to the makeshift bar through the throng of dancers.

 

“Fine, Rosie. Tell me in your own time.” She said sadly.

 

“Don’t dwell on it.” I took two cups from Fred and handed one to her. “Wanna go sit?”

 

Suddenly Albus burst through the crowd, with the look of someone who had already been dancing for an hour. He nodded at Alice, who instantly blushed and started batting her lashes. “Are you seriously not going to have any fun tonight Rosie?”

 

“Probably not.” Alice answered for me.

 

“I was, maybe not the kind of fun you two like.” I was perfectly happy with the idea of sitting at one of the tables sipping a firewhiskey and judging passersby with Alice.

 

“Why do you feel the need to punish yourself over nothing?” He asked almost a little too loudly.

 

“I don’t.” I looked down at my feet who were better company at present. Was everyone turning against me, or was it all in my head?

 

“Okay, well I think tonight would be a perfect night for you to find someone.” Alice and I both gave him strange looks. “Until then and to give you motivation to get you out of your comfort zone, I’m going to take Alice away from you to dance.”

 

Alice was so deliriously happy she could nearly float away on a cloud, I on the other hand was not. She took him up on the opportunity before he could rethink, or I could protest and in a moment they were apart of the dancing swaying mass all having fun. I didn’t blame her, she’d been in love with him since childhood; that didn’t keep me from going sour though. Back to my table it was.

 




 

A/N: I told you I'd get the next one out soonish! I've been having so many problems figuring out where I want to go with this, that I think the quality (if there was any to begin with) of my writing has suffered. I kinda feel like I'm turning Rose into a hateful little being but idk. Ugh, well that being said I really could use some honest thoughts, opinions, angry letters about what you all think as I am at a crossroads. Thank you for reading and sticking with it. I hope you liked it. Please review if you'd be so kind. 


Chapter 7: Not My Kinda Night
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As reluctant and negative as I was apparently becoming, if I stopped being callous for a minute I would have to admit that it was a pretty great party. From the outside at least, I’m sure those experiencing it would agree. Albus and Alice were just inside the tumultuous group of dancers, actually dancing very close, making me pause to consider a new career path of possible matchmaker however inadvertently I’d caused this to happen. Perhaps I’d keep it in my back pocket.

 

I sat for a moment both very irked and confused. Not liking where this internal anger and fully becoming a hermit was going, I did something most unlike myself and walked straight through the dancing and to the bar. Once I had my fill of particularly good firewhiskey, I set about surveying the party for someone who would dance with me. Would it be weird if I danced with James? Yes, besides that he appeared to be occupied by a beautiful girl with dark skin and long dark hair that I’d never seen before. It was unfortunate that Frank was two years younger and not here, he would probably be a less awkward option than a classmate.

 

It hadn’t been a minute after I finished my drink when a boy came up an grabbed my hand pulling me into the dancing mass. With the loud music, heat from closeness, and the alcohol I wasn’t sure which was making me forgo caring about being dragged into the mix. The lack of anxiety brought on by my apparent buzz felt like a weight lifted off of my shoulders, I didn’t mind that a guy whose name I barely knew was holding on to my hips as we swayed to an old upbeat Weird Sisters song. All I knew was he was cute.

 

Then another boy came as the song changed, I parted ways with my first partner and let the new boy take me in his arms so we could dance along with the others. For the first time since I was younger I was having real fun with people outside of my tight family and friend circle. The boy who looked like the quiet Ravenclaw in my Divination class, and was probably the very same, twirled me around so that I faced the crowd rather than him. He held me close and started to whisper very flirtatious things in my ear.

 

The crowd shifted slowly around us, and suddenly I could see Alice staring at me gap jawed. She poked Albus excitedly and pointed to me, I waved happily. Out of sorts but entertained, I broke away from my partner and bounced my way over to them.

 

“See, I’m fun. I can dance with a guy.” I said loudly but slowly to attempt to not slur my works.

 

Alice smiled widely at me, clearly proud. “I can see that, I’ve always told you it’s not such a big deal. You just have to put yourself out there.”

 

“Or get drunk.” Albus interjected, in his over protective manner.

 

“I am not drunk!” I nearly shouted (though the four previously full cups of firewhiskey on the bar could prove otherwise), stepping closer to Alice who was once again on my side.

 

“How would you know? You’ve never had enough to get drunk before.” Albus said.

 

“Like you’d know.” I huffed, “Come on, Ali. Let’s go find some food.”

 

“Rosie, I love you but I think I’m good here for now.” She looked at Albus who nodded. “But I’ll find you before its over okay?”

 

“Well fine.” I whimpered. “I’ll go find Dom or someone.”

 

“Be safe!” Albus called after me.

 

I shrugged, and turned on my heel looking for Dom until I noticed her practically wrapped around Scorpius against the far wall while her fancy friends chatted with desperate guys nearby. My frustration was back and nearly sobering. This was not my night, or it was until the rude awakening. Like the princess from an old tale, the clock struck midnight and I would go back to my pumpkin carriage and mice (or in my case, cat) to await a prince who was unlikely to ever search for me. Thoroughly done with the party I made my way through the corridors of the manor impressed with the expected grandeur of it but surprised by how expansive it was, especially compared to my own house or the Burrow.

 

Eventually I found my way outside to the gardens where the noise of the party was only a dull thumping in the background. There were small smatterings of people littered about the snow covered front steps and garden, so I made my way slowly and often tripping, to an empty bench in front of an ornate fountain. The bench was comfortable despite the ice and cold, and in my heavy headed state I found myself leaning over with my head in my arms on the marble rim of the gushing fountain. The sound was both soothing but really causing an urge to use the loo. The sound of footsteps crunching ice were constant around me so I aimed my focus toward the trickling sound of the water gushing out of the fountain. At one point I must have been asleep or close to it, because a hand gently touching my arm nearly had me jumping out of my skin.

 

“Merlin! You can’t do that to someone who’s been drinking!” I squeaked, the speed at which I sat up making me go a bit woozy.

 

With stars in my eyes, I looked to see who had touched me, becoming quickly frantic when it finally registered who it was. “Did you miss me Rosie?” Either the cold night air or my quickly returning nervous caused me to blush noticeably.

 

In all of his douchebag glory there stood Derek McLaggen, too preppy and spoiled for his own good. Though he didn’t have his little crony in tow, he did have a near empty drink that possibly spelt bad news for me. He took a few steps closer and I leaned away in response. This was bad.

 

“Not on your life, McLaggen.” I began to slur.

 

An almost devious smile grew on his face and he sat down beside me on the bench, clearly up to something that I was hardly in the right state to handle. Derek put his arm around my waist, cupping my bum as he slid me close to him, then trapped me under a heavy arm.

 

“You know I really like you Rose, and perhaps we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.” He purred into my ear.

 

“Because that explains it all.” I muttered shaking my head, was he trying to apologize?

 

“You know how I get when you turn me down right away, Sweetie.” He pulled me close, and a hand gripped my thigh. “If you’d just be a good girl I wouldn’t have to make you pay for it.”

 

He definitely wasn’t apologizing, or not well to say the least. “That’s sweet.” 

 

I tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight for me to break free of him. There was no escape that I could think of, I was out of options and my savior cousin was out of sight this time. I began to reason with myself that this would be okay if I let him do what he wanted, because then he would be done. He didn’t mean to kill me, he just wanted to use me. It would be less violent that way when I couldn’t defend myself.

 

Derek must have sensed my unease, because he swiftly took my face in his hand and pressed his lips hard into mine. The rational reaction would be to tense up and push him away, punching him in the process; or that would be what sane sober me would do. Instead, I had all but given up and just let him kiss me, and push me back on to the bench where I went limp. I wouldn’t let him think I was enjoying this.

 

The brute had dug his tongue into my mouth, and I cursed myself for not just biting it, or kneeing him where it really hurt. Suddenly the images of every time he had ever antagonized me flashed in front of my eyes. Fighting back might hurt, but letting something happen that I could stop would hurt worse. I wouldn’t be a victim if I could help it. I brought my hands up against his chest to try pushing him away, but it only made him think that things were starting to go his way as he held me tighter. His hands began groping places that had yet to intentionally be touched by a guy, cringing I started to shove at him.

 

“You aren’t liking it sweetie? Here I can think of something that you will like.” Derek growled as he began pawing at my pajama bottoms.

 

I closed my eyes and got ready to shove as hard as I could, but as I did there was no Derek to push. He had been unceremoniously dragged into a standing position where he was held in place by his collar.

 

Because this was just my life now, I sat there in complete embarrassed and stunned silence as Albus and James took turn hexing and punching my assailant in the stomach with loud swears thrown in for good measure. To my horror Scorpius was the one holding the scumbag by the scruff, the pale and angry look on his normally composed face was confusing. This party was over. And it was just like me to be the one to have ruined it for everyone else.

 

Once Albus had, had his fill of beating McLaggen, he turned his attentions to me. While I’m sure that he meant to protect me the look on his face said he wanted to hex me as well. He whispered to James, who nodded and took Derek by the arm beginning to lead him away, but not before giving me a little wink.

 

I really hoped that James wasn’t about to murder him. Not for Derek’s sake, but his own. “You are coming with me,” Albus growled quietly, as he hoisted me from my place on the bench.

 

The force of standing up so quickly was what really did me in because the last thing I remember seeing was Albus’ look of surprise as I fell back into his arms. 

 




 

A/N: See, I told you I would get something out asap. And while it is rather short (and I apologize for that) it is something to say the least. Anywho, life update! I got a full time job which means more money yay! and less writing time boo! at least until I get used to the schedule and finally get my own place. Anyway, I hope everyone has a good back to school month. And thank you for reading! 

 

 



 


Chapter 8: Aftermath, and After That
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I wasn’t in the Burrow, or was I? There were very unfamiliar voices and to be plain I couldn’t open my eyes long enough to recognize my surroundings. My head ached with a dull throbbing that made me want to shout at whoever was there to be quiet, even if the shouting would only make it worse for a moment. I didn’t remember what had happened, but from the tone of their voices either something serious had occurred or someone was trying to keep a secret, as if the latter were possible in my family.

 

The throbbing was near unbearable and I needed comfort. Slowly, I pushed up in a valiant effort to prop myself up hoping for some sort of relief from this agony. Sadly, I only ended up making the throbbing worse as a blinding pain coursed through my skull. I cursed loudly.

 

“She’s awake.” Whispered one of the voices. Clearly not awake enough to be acknowledged.

 

“Errrgh!” I mumbled loudly, unable to be coherent in this awful state.

 

“Help her up at least! Merlin, you oafs.” Chastised a voice that I was happy to hear.

 

Soon soft hand came to help prop me up against the back of the couch I laid upon. Blinking I took in my surroundings. No, it wasn’t the Burrow. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was, although from the plush look of the stately room and brief glimpses from last night or whatever time I was there, I would guess that I was still at the Malfoy’s Manor. Alice sat beside me on the couch and incredibly guilty look on her face. Across the small parlor room Albus sat rather anxiously sharing the same look as Alice. James was asleep on the floor, no pillows or anything, that man can sleep anywhere at anytime it really was a gift. And nearby Albus, Scorpius paced back and forth occasionally glancing my way until he noticed that I was again with the living.

 

“Did I die or something?” I asked quietly. Whatever happened had still not come back to me yet.

 

“You’ve been passed out for the last few hours. It’s nearly day break.” Albus said stretching his arms out tiredly, and yawning loudly.

 

Alice nodded, “You were puking when they found me, we sent everyone home, and we’ve been waiting for you to come too ever since. I’m so sorry I didn’t stay with you.”

 

Alice looked like she might start sobbing which made me feel even worse, weirdly enough it seemed their little connection might have actually been something real because Albus stepped beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, then leaned back for comfort. Weird.

 

“It’s fine. I was handling it.” I murmured still knowing what Albus’ reaction would be.

 

His face turned from soft and caring back to the initial anger that he must have felt at the mere sight of McLaggen. “The hell you were.” He seethed.

 

“I was letting him have what he wanted. It’s better than the alternative.” I said plainly, my reasoning was becoming less sound in the sobering light of the early morning.

 

“You shouldn’t have to put up with either Rose! Are you mental? Why did you never tell me what that twat was doing to you?” Alice exclaimed, tears filling her eyes. It’s really hard to not want a friends help when they are so devoted.

 

“It was just never that big of a deal til lately.” I shrugged, my head not ceasing in its incessant aching.

 

 “You think what happened in Diagon Alley was just no big deal? Rose he was assaulting you.” Albus’ exclaimed rather loudly than I would have liked given my unpleasant circumstances. 

 

“Why am I the one being lectured?” I asked just to be coy. 

 

Alice paled, “What do you mean what happened in Diagon Alley, how long has this been going on Rose?”

 

Albus moved closer to Alice, as if to comfort her in my traumatic moment. “I caught McLaggen and a couple of his cronies pushing her up against a wall after she'd been separated from you and Dom on that shopping day. She said that it had been happening for quite a few years at school, and since it only escalated to this sort of physical recently she didn't want to go out of the way to deal with it.” 

 

“You can't be serious? Surely others must have seen what was going on and tried to put a stop to it.” Scorpius said, a look on his face made me think he was repulsed by me and the whole situation. 

 

“Actually when it started I did go to Albus, and others. But no one believes anything I've ever had to say. So I just dealt with it.” I shrugged leaning back into the comfort of the cushions. “Listen, I'm sorry this all happened.” 

 

“Oh, Rosie!” Alice exclaimed, scooting herself closer and leaning on me. “You weren't handling it, not if this is what has been happening. I'm so sorry you felt like you had to go through this alone.” 

 

“He just kind of seems to turn up everywhere I’m at. Kinda keeps me from wanting to go out much.” 

 

Albus and Scorpius shared a look as if they were having an entire serious conversation with just moving their eyebrows and shrugging. It was ridiculous really, and must have developed early in their relationship from school, much like Dad and Uncle Harry's weird silent conversations that usually ended up with some kid being thrown in the pond at the Burrow. Infuriating as it was it just sit there and wait as they discussed important matters silently, I did relish in the short moment of silent relief for my awful hangover. 

 

“Rose, since I am technically the professional in these matters, I want you to have someone we trust with you whenever you go somewhere that isn't our houses or the Burrow. It is for your protection. Until we can get things sorted without the adults being aware, it will be best to be subtle. If they catch on, things are going to be a troll load more inconvenient for you if they do. Your mum would want to take you to work, and Uncle Ron would be sent to Azkaban for murder.” 

 

“Sure, but what about school? Alice and I don't have all the same classes. She has a life too you know. And I doubt Lily would want to be around me more than necessary.” I replied. 

 

“Maybe you should get a boyfriend.” James added, groggily from his spot on the floor. 

 

“Thanks for that contribution. You remember who we are talking about right? I'm not Dom, guys aren't exactly lining up to be with me. And even if they were this seems dumb.” I explained laying my head back but keeping my eyes closed. 

 

“It is gross for me to think of, but if you have any guy friends they have thought about being more than friends with you.” James replied, since he apparently had all the answers. 

 


“That is gross. But that’s going to be a problem anyway. I don’t have any close guy friends, just you people and it’d be a bit weird if you started showing up at the castle out of the blue. Besides, after that thrashing I doubt he will try anything again.” I reasoned. I knew a few guys at Hogwarts, but I wasn’t at all close with them, and I very much did not want to have to be any closer with any of them. 

 

“Then maybe we should put a watcher charm on you.” James suggested. 

 

“Excuse me, perv? I’m not going to have a watching charm on me that any of you get to oversee that is creepy. Also why is the quidditch player coming up with the ideas rather than the Auror?” I asked skeptically, shuddering at the thought of Albus being able to check in and see my immediate surroundings at anytime. Though to be fair it would probably be largely boring for whoever was assigned to the task. 

 

“Yeah, that is a little creepy James.” Alice added. 

 

James sat up still as tired as me, “Oh, come off it. I only used it a few times at Hogwarts for a bit of fun.” 

 

Albus stood thinking for a minute, the sky began to turn from an inky black to deep blue through a sliver in the open the curtains on the wall behind him. He paused and turned, thinking what we were all beginning to think. We were in a crap load of trouble on christmas if we didn’t get home immediately. “We will talk more about this later.” Albus insisted looking at me sharply. “But for now we need to get out of here, its probably an hour and a half til sunrise and anyone notices we are gone. Apparate now!”

 

In quick succession, we all with partners apparated back to the sitting room of the burrow where Lily and Auri were already tucked innocently into their sleeping bags. Once Albus checked that the coast was clear, we slid ourselves into our respective sleeping bags to get at least a tad bit of sleep before the sun really rose and our parents came down hopefully none the wiser. 

 

I settled comfortably as possible into my sleeping bag willing the throbbing in my head to stop. I was facing Dom, but despite her effortless beauty it apparently did not carry into sleep time as moments after she slid into her sleeping bag she was asleep and mouth gaped open and drooling accented with occasional snorts. It was the little things that make me feel better about myself. Not wanting to fall asleep with that view, I rolled over to get comfortable only to realize who was settled on my other side. 

 

Scorpius looking somehow just as manly as ever tucked into an old sleeping bag, lay facing me. His eyes were closed until he must have sensed my shifting. 

 

“Sorry,” I blurted out quietly trying to hide my nerves, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

 

“No worries. I barely shut my eyes.” He whispered back, propping his head up with his hand, clearly he was intending to talk rather that go back to sleep. 

 

“Oh, well still sorry. For everything, I didn’t mean to ruin your party.” I replied staring down at the tiny strip of floor that separated our sleeping bags, trying both not to cry and also freak out that I was basically sleeping with my crush, if only a few steps removed. 

 

“Don’t be it was not your fault. If anything it was that MacLaggen prick that ruined the party. Did you know he’s got an older brother, who was in my year and just as much of a sod.” Scorpius said, obviously just trying to make me feel better. 

 

“Yeah, but if I hadn’t been there, or I’d just not got sloppy drunk he wouldn’t have done anything.” I replied somewhat surprised with my own candor. 

 

“Hardly, he was the one who chose to attack you. Don’t spin it like its your fault. Besides, you don’t seem sloppy drunk to me. If anyone is, it's your cousin Dom. She had one too many and tried to stick to me like flypaper, I had to get her friends to settle her down. I’d say it was embarrassing for her if I believed that she could feel that.” Scorpius said looking as if he was trying not to laugh. 

 

Wait, he denied her? That can't be possible, she is a veela after all and just as beautiful as him. As much as I hate it, they would be pretty perfect together. Maybe he just doesn’t like drunk girls, didn’t want to start their inevitable relationship with a drunk note, and he will continue with her when she wakes up. That sounds more sane. 

 

“Yeah, feeling embarrassed isn’t really in her repoitare.” I replied begrudgingly. “Still I’m sure she’ll be her usual perfect self for you in the morning.” 

 

“I’m sure she would. Though if I’m perfectly honest, she isn’t really my speed.” Scorpius replied surely hinting at something that I was just not picking up. 

 

“Suuure. Oh, hey. You never told me why my parents are wary of you.” I said trying to change the subject, perfect teen drama situation be damned. 

 

Scorpius sighed deeply, looking away for a moment before looking back at me and scooting himself a bit closer so that he could be sure that anyone else awake might not hear. “It happened during the war, and to be honest the entirety of our parents time at Hogwarts.” It was always that bloody, war I cursed to myself. “See, my granddad was not that nice of a guy, and as a result even as a teen my dad was not much better. A prick more than anything, especially to your parents and uncle all through school because of blood and being a general jerk to anyone. Then the war started and our family picked the wrong side because of old family ties. I won’t defend their choices, I’ll just say that I understand the why. Anyway, while your parents and uncle were on their quest to get all of the horcruxes your mother ended up being captured, tortured, and held prisoner at the Malfoy Mansion by my great aunt Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the worst people I’ve heard of. Not to mention countless other things my family did to survive, that aided the Dark Lord in the worst of times. Needless to say that your family, has every reason to loathe me and my family. If I’m being honest I’m surprised your parents are even able to be civil with mine with all that has happened, even with everything that my father has done to make reparations. They have every right to be wary, even if my family and I have no ill will or intention towards your family.” Scorpius finished taking a deep breath and yawning. 

 

A lot, that was a lot. Why had my family never told me? It explained the faint scar on my mothers forearm, and a lot of other things. But why keep all these things from us for so long only to still dislike the Malfoys when plenty of us kids were close with their kids. What do I even do with this information anyway? If I tell them that he told me they might go after him, but they still won’t tell me. 

 

“Merlin, sorry Rose. It probably wasn’t my place to tell you all that.” Scorpius said with quiet worry. 

 

“No, no. I was bound to find out eventually. It’s just quite a bit to process I guess. They don’t really act like they went through anything like that.” I replied, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling, my eyelids starting to droop. 

 

“I guess so.” Scorpius replied, “Are you okay?”  

 

“Yeah, they don’t really cover that in the textbooks do they?” I asked rhetorically. Now the pieces were coming together on why my parents were so resistant to me being around him. After all this time, and reparations they were still wary of a Malfoy who had nothing to do with what had happened to them well over two decades ago. I understand maybe still hating his parents but to hate him was unfair, especially with no dark wizards about and them being the first anyone would look at if there were anyway. “It is quite unfair of them to treat you that way.” I blurted out quietly. 

 

“I don’t think so, besides they haven’t really treated me bad to begin with. They opened their home to my sister and I.” Scorpius replied propping his head up with his hand. 

 

I rolled back to face him, “That was my Nana, she is nice to everyone. When my dad pulled me aside it was to tell me to stay away from you. Like you were a criminal or something.” Unable to hide that I was visibly upset any longer, the alcohol still in my system loosening my tongue more than sober me would prefer. 

 

“Oh, well. Still its well within their rights to feel that way.” Scorpius said his voice growing more quiet. Surely he was surprised by the outright rudeness of my parents. 

 

“But I don’t want to.” I said stubbornly unable to help myself. 

 

“Don’t want to what, Rose?” He asked gently. 

 

“Stay away from you.” I replied, ready for the rejection. 

 

 


A/N: Hey! Sorry it's literally been years. I was right getting a real job really took up all my stupid time. But alas, I am back-ish and still love this story and intend to continue it. I have reread everything I've written so far twice to figure out where I was going and edit a bit. Anyway thank you for reading! 



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