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When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

That’s what my mother had always told me.

In reality though, I was finding that when life gave me lemons, I wanted nothing more than to squeeze them in someone’s eye. Well, in Anna Rosier’s eye to be exact. Because really, that girl was becoming the bane of my existence. One of these days I was going to snap. And if that happened, well, then I wasn’t going to be responsible for anything I might do to her. 

But like my mum had so once wisely said, I would try to make lemonade out of the situation for now. 

“Rose, do you need help with your trunk?” Scorpius asked as he loaded his trunk onto the Hogwarts Express, grabbing the handle of my trunk before I could answer.

“I guess it doesn’t matter now,” I replied as he hoisted it aboard. Scorpius turned around and grinned at me.

The five minute warning whistle sounded.                  

“Well, I guess this is it,” Astoria said from behind us, her tone sad and longing. Scorpius and I both turned to his parents.

“I guess it is,” Scorpius replied, stepping forward and giving his mother a hug and a swift kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll miss you,” Astoria sniffed, brushing a piece of hair back out of his eyes.

“I’ll be back for Easter,” Scorpius assured her.

“You better,” she said sternly, but there was a sparkle in her eye. Scorpius chuckled and moved on to his father and Mira.

“Rose,” Astoria called to me from where I was standing staring at the pavement, not wanting to intrude on their moment. “Come here.”

I loped forward awkwardly, feeling as if everyone was watching me.

“Thank you ever so much for spending the holidays with us,” she smiled, enveloping me in a hug. I hugged her back, suddenly feeling sad that I was leaving her.

“Thank you for having me,” I answered, my heart swelling in my chest. “It means so much to me.”

“I’m going to miss you honey,” she said, ruffling my hair. It felt nice to have a mother figure here to wish me off and it felt good to have someone to hug before I left, but I could not help but miss the comfort of being in my own mother’s arms. Astoria was a wonderful woman, but no one could fill in for my mum.

“I’ll miss you too,” I replied sincerely, feeling a few tears spring to my eyes. It was true – I would miss her.

“You better go,” she sniffed as the two minute whistle sounded. She kissed me swiftly on the cheek and gave me one last tight squeeze before letting me go.

“Goodbye Rose,” Draco said from next to his wife. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, Mr. Malfoy,” I answered, smiling up at the man I still didn’t know very well.

“Bye bye Rosie,” Mira chirped, running forward and hugging me around the legs. “Come see me soon!”

“I will,” I chuckled, ruffling her pigtails and listening to her squeal.

“C’mon Rose, we’re going to be late,” Scorpius said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the train.

“Okay, I’m coming,” I called, jogging to keep up with him.

The cries of parents shouting last minute reminders to their children and children shouting goodbye’s to their parents filled the air as we ran, drowning out all other sounds besides the high pitched screams of the train whistle.

Scorpius jumped aboard the train and reached his hand down, helping me up after him. I had barely made it through the door when it was snapped shut quickly and the train began to move with a deep chugging sound.

“So is that your new family?” a bitter voice asked.

I straightened up quickly to see Hugo standing in the door way that led from the outside of the train to the hallway that ran between the compartments. Or at least I thought it was Hugo. I could barely see his face due to the dimness of the hall.

“Hugh,” I said, unsure of what to say. Were the Malfoy’s my new family? No. I had my own family. But were they like a family to me? Yes. They most definitely were. “You don’t understand.” 

“I understand plenty,” Hugo growled, stepping forward so that I could see his face clearly now. What I saw made me gasp.

“What happened to your face?” I whispered in horror, staring at the mass of purple, black and blue that surrounded his right eye. “Did he-“

My voice trailed off as my throat felt like it was clogged with cotton. If my father hurt Hugo I would never forgive myself. Ever.

“No,” Hugo replied coldly. “Dad didn’t do this.”

I felt the knot that had formed in my chest loosen a little bit. “Who did then?”

Hugo murmured something I couldn’t hear nor understand.

“What was that?” Scorpius asked.

“It was Lily,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his hair uncomfortably.

“Lily,” I said incredulously. “As in Lily Potter, our cousin?”

“What other Lily’s do we know?” he asked bitterly.

“So what did you do mate?” Scorpius asked, leading the conversation away from the point where I would have to give Hugo a matching bruise on the other eye. “You must have really pissed her off for her to give you such a shiner.”

“Well,” he said, his voice sounding much more like his old self and much less like the bitter, angsty teenage boy I had thought he was becoming, “she might have caught me peeping at her and her friends on New Year’s.”

“You were perving on our cousin?” I screeched.

“Shh,” Hugo hissed, looking around worriedly in case anyone had overheard me.  “And no, I was not.”

I arched an eyebrow challengingly.

“I was perving on her friends,” he insisted.

I felt Scorpius shaking with suppressed laughter next to me.

“Well I don’t blame her for punching you then,” I sniffed disdainfully, feeling ashamed and embarrassed just thinking about it. 

“Of course you don’t,” he scoffed. “You never feel sorry for me. You never think about me. All you ever think about is yourself.”

“Hugo,” I growled. “Stop it. You know that’s not true.”

“Not true?” he asked, his voice rising with anger. “How about when you ran away at Christmas? Did you even think to take me with you? Did you even think about how I would fair? No, you didn’t. All you were thinking about was yourself.”

“You ran off,” I cried back, feeling myself shaking and my hear constricting in my chest. How could he say that? “You didn’t hear the horrible things he said to me. All you cared about was yourself! Bloody hypocrite!”

“Dad isn’t a bad man!” he shouted, stepping forward until he was right in my face. “It’s your fault he’s like this Rose! If you hadn’t brought home your stupid boyfriend and been such a rotten kid, none of this would have happened.”

I took a step back from him, feeling as if I had been slapped in the face. I couldn’t feel my body. My mind was swirling around, unable to comprehend what he was saying to me.  Was he really blaming me for everything that was wrong with our family? He was.

Suddenly all feeling rushed back into my body and I realized that I was visibly shaking.

“You bastard,” I hissed, unable to stop myself. “How dare you say that to me? How dare you blame me for all of the problems that are going on? I’m the only person you have Hugo. Are you going to burn this bridge too? Are you going to cut me off from your life too?”

“Shut up,” he hissed, pulling at his hair. “Shut up Rose. You’re the one that is cutting everyone off from your life. You’re the one that’s gone out and found yourself a new family and started a new life with this scum –“

Scorpius caught me around the waist as I lunged at him.

“That’s enough,” he said sternly, his voice laced with anger. “Both of you. That is enough.”

He pulled me to his chest and I stood in his arms breathing heavily. I had never wanted to hit Hugo more than now. 

I knew Hugo did not mean the things he was saying. I knew that he was hurting and that he was just trying to let some steam off on someone that he thought was safe. But that didn’t mean that his words didn’t cut into me like knifes, piercing my very soul.

I had never wanted to hurt Hugo. I had never thought that I was hurting Hugo. But now that I saw I had I felt incredibly guilty.

I was the worst sister in the world.  

“I’m sorry I hurt you, Hugo,” I said, feeling hot, angry tears spill down my cheeks. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t look out for you well enough. I’m sorry that you’re feeling so lost and alone right now. I never meant to hurt you. I love you.”

I reached out to touch his shoulder comfortingly but he cringed away from me. I stared at him sadly for a moment and sighed. I couldn’t do anything for him when he was like this. He had things he had to work through on his own first.

“Let’s go,” I murmured to Scorpius.

I pulled my wand out of my pocket and pointed it at our trunks, watching as they levitated in the air. Then I grasped Scorpius’s hand pulled him down the small passage into the heart of the train. Hugo stood rooted to his spot, not bothering to turn around to watch us go.  

I glanced back one last time before we walked out of sight and felt my heart break to see Hugo still standing there, his shoulders hunched and shaking with uncontrollable sobs. 

 






I didn’t get a chance to talk to Hugo again that night. Scorpius and I sat with Noel, Tony, Jack, and Ashley, the latter two of which kept shooting each other goofy grins. And when we got back into the castle and sat in the Great Hall, Hugo sat at the complete opposite end of the table, right by where the first years usually sat. I wanted to go and tell him that I didn’t hate him and that I loved him, but I had a feeling that if he said something mean again that I would snap.

So I left him alone for the time being. Time is probably what he needed anyway.

But that thought didn’t stop me from going to bed feeling guilty.

I walked happily arm in arm to the Great Hall with Noel and Ashley, who were talking excitedly about their breaks. Noel had spent most of her break in Paris, where her family owned another home, and Ashley had spent it working at her parents’ office. I hadn’t known this before, but apparently Ashley was Muggleborn. 

“What did you do, Rose?” Ashley asked, nudging me in the side knowingly.

“Uh, you know,” I said, blushing scarlet. Damn my red hair. “Spent time with the family, ate too much, got presents.”

“Oh please,” Noel scoffed. “You brought Scorpius home for Christmas. Surely something happened.”

“If the tone of your voice implies what I think you’re implying, then no, that did not happen,” I replied quickly. “Besides, we spent more time at his house than mine.”

I could almost hear both of their mouths drop open. 

“YOU WHAT?”

I winced from the pitch of their shrieks.

“Shh,” I hissed, looking around at the people who were staring at us. “Could you two be any louder?”

“Sorry,” Noel whispered. “You what?”

“We spent most of the break at his house. Things got bad at my house, so we went to his.”

I looked up to gauge their reactions and wished that I had continued staring at the floor. Ashley looked astonished and as if she was taking that statement extremely out of context, and Noel just looked sad and distraught.

“Oh my gosh, you two really are meant for each other,” Ashley gushed. “If he took you to meet his parents! Did they like you? Did you like them? What are they like? I’ve heard his mum his gorgeous. Is she?”

“Slow down there,” Noel reprimanded, cutting Ashley off. “Let her breathe.”

“Well, we didn’t really have a choice,” I tried to explain, shrugging lamely. “It was either go to his house or the Leaky Cauldron-“

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story,” I sighed, looking between them hopelessly. “And I don’t really want to talk about it.” 

They both just looked at me with an odd expression in their eyes and nodded confusedly. I felt bad for not telling them; considering they were probably my closest friends these days, but I didn’t want to have to see the look of pity on their faces as well.

We finally reached the Great Hall and slipped inside. There was something different about the atmosphere in the room today. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was though. 

“Rose, why is everyone staring at you?” Ashley whispered as we approached the Gryffindor table.

“Are they?” I asked in surprise, turning around to look at my peers. About fifty pairs of eyes stared back at me. I grimaced and turned back around. “I have no idea.” 

“I do,” a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Scorpius coming towards me with Tony and Jack following close behind him.

“What are you talking about?” I asked when he stopped in front of me. I noticed that under his arm he held the day’s newspaper.

“I’m sorry Rosie,” he said, putting the paper into my hands. I glanced up at him in shock and then down at the paper. 

Immediately the headline jumped out at me and I knew why everyone was staring at me.

It had finally gotten out.

I unfolded the newspaper to take a look at the whole front page, the majority of which was covered with huge letters that read “Minister and War Hero Husband Seek Divorce”. Underneath the giant headline was a picture of my mother and father, walking out of the Ministry amidst a storm of photographers and reporters, Justin Finch-Fletchly walking next to my mother, and a woman I knew to be Cho Chang walking next to my father. The caption underneath told me that Justin and Cho were their respective lawyers. 

“Rose,” I heard Noel say, but her voice sounded far away, as if she was speaking to me through a pane of glass. All that mattered to me was the article that was written in small print underneath.

The Wizarding Community was thrown through a loop yesterday when it was announced that newly instated Minister of Magic Hermione Granger and her husband of twenty-one years, Ronald Weasley, a famed war hero and co-owner of the popular chain Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes were seeking a divorce. According to an inside source, divorce documents were given to Ms. Granger three weeks before Christmas, but were not filed until after the New Year. 

When asked to comment on the separation of his best friends and family, Harry Potter, head of the Auror Department said that “this was best for their whole family.” Mr. Potter hopes that his friends will be able to settle things between them peacefully, and that the media “will give them a bloody break while they try to sort their lives and their broken family out.”

The couple have two children together, Rose, 17, and Hugo, 15. ARTICLE CONTINUED ON PAGE 3.

I stared down at the page of newsprint in front of me, feeling new tears spring up behind my eyes. So that was it then. This was really happening. The whole Wizarding community knew now. There was no avoiding it.  

I looked up from the article and at Scorpius who was looking down at me worriedly.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

I stepped forward and hugged him, needing to feel close to him in that moment. I couldn’t help myself. This was the last thing I needed right now. I mean, I obviously knew that their divorce would have to be announced soon. Especially considering whom my parents were, the fact that they were separating wouldn’t have been able to have been kept a secret for long.

I just wished it could have been longer. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said into Scorpius’s shirt. He hugged me tighter to him. After a few minutes we separated and I looked around at my friends sadly.

“Is this why you left your house?” Ashley asked her voice sad and subdued in understanding. I nodded.

“I’m so sorry, Rosie,” Noel said, squeezing my hand supportively.

“Guys,” I said, hating to see them pitying me. “Please. I appreciate your sympathy, but I’m fine. Really. Divorce is a commonplace thing these days. It was bound to happen sometime.”

They all nodded and Noel let go of my hand. “Okay,” she said, grinning. “No sadness then. We’ll pretend that nothing’s wrong.”

I smiled. “Thank you.”

I really was grateful for that too. If someone didn’t try to act positive today, I was sure that I was going to have a nervous breakdown.

“Well, let’s eat,” Tony said, settling himself down on the nearest bench. A second year girl who was sitting on the same bench looked at him with disgust and scooted closer to her friend.

Noel Scorpius settled both of us next to him while Jack, Ashley and Noel walked around the table and made themselves comfortable on the other side. We talked mostly of break again and what Tony and Jack did. Then we talked about Tony’s party and took the piss out of Ashley and Jack for a while who were both bright red, but looked happy. After a while, I had to admit, I was truly enjoying myself.  

“Shoot, we’re going to be late for Arithmancy,” Noel cried when she looked at her watch a half hour later.

“Damn,” Tony replied, standing up quickly while downing the last of his pumpkin juice in one large gulp. “I can’t be late for Potions again. Old Sluggy will have my head.”

“Yeah,” Jack sighed, standing up as well. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ashley looked sad when he stood up, but then giggled when he bent back over and planted a swift, chaste kiss on her temple. “I’ll see you at lunch, Ash.”

“Bye Jack,” she replied happily.

“You have Herbology?” Scorpius asked, even though he knew my schedule by now, considering he still picked me up from nearly every one.

“Ugh, yes,” I groaned. I really was not looking to going. I was the only one of my friends to have taken the dumb class after OWLS, which meant that I was all alone. My protective bubble of happiness would be gone. And it would be replaced with Neville, who would be sure to want to try to talk to me about it. Damn.

“It’ll be fine,” he assured me, pushing a stray strand of hair back out of my eyes and kissing my forehead. “Besides, how many people do you actually know that read the paper anymore?”  

I glanced around at my peers, who were all pretty much still staring at me.

“You’d be surprised,” I muttered darkly. Scorpius laughed and kissed my forehead again.

“You’ll be fine,” he promised. “And if not, well, I’ll just have to kick the shit out of anyone who bothers you.”

I glanced around exaggeratedly at the Great Hall.

“You’re going to take on the entire school?” I asked, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

“I just might,” he chuckled. I laughed and stood on my toes to kiss him on the lips.

“Well thank you,” I murmured against his lips.

“You’re welcome.”

“Get a room!” someone called from what sounded like the Ravenclaw table. We broke apart and he scowled.

“I should go,” I said sadly.

“Yeah, you don’t want to be late,” he replied. “Maybe we can get together later tonight, say around eight at our broom cupboard? I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” I asked, my tone leading.

“A surprise,” he nodded. “And, if you are feeling nice, you could finally give me my Christmas gift.”

I stared up at him, trying to understand what he meant, and then I felt like slapping myself in the face. After my mother had left we had just brought our presents back to our rooms and went to eat dessert. I had never given him his gift, even though Christmas had passed almost three weeks ago.

“Merlin, I’m sorry,” I cried in horror. “I forgot!”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “It’s understandable.”

I grinned up at him.

“Okay, I really need to go now,” I told him, noticing how fast the Great Hall was clearing out around us.

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed. “I’ll see you at eight.”

“Eight it is,” I grinned. I hugged him swiftly and then we broke apart, walking hand in hand until we got to the doors, and then we split up in different directions, he heading upstairs to Charms and me out onto the grounds to Herbology.

I ended up having to run to class, and still ended up being late. I both hated and liked this fact at the same time, because while all of my classmates would stare at me when I came in, it didn’t give Neville any opportunities to try to talk to me.

“Nice of you to join us, Rose,” Neville said from the front of the room as I slipped inside, trying not to make a lot of noise so that my lateness might not be noticed. Neville of course, was a crusher of dreams and ruined my efforts.

“Sorry, Professor,” I apologized, taking my appointed seat between Ian and a Ravenclaw named Margaret. 

I could feel every eye in the room upon me and I blushed scarlet. Neville returned to his lecture and soon their attention was back at the front of the room. I sighed quietly and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. I was about to start taking notes on the valuable properties of mandrakes when I felt something drop into my lap.

I looked down to see a folded piece of parchment in my lap and I looked around to see who had thrown it. Ian was staring determinedly straight ahead while Margaret was taking notes furiously. It was probably Ian then.

I unfolded the paper to see a line scribbled right in the middle.

I’m sorry to hear about your parents.

I looked at him and then back down at the paper. 

Uh, thanks, I guess.

I folded the paper back up and then tossed it gently onto his lap. He didn’t look over at me but unfolded it with one hand. He smoothed it out on the paper on the long table and then looked down at it. He picked up his quill and scribbled something back, then pushed the paper towards me.

No problem. So did you stay with Malfoy over break?

I glared down at the paper.

Yes, I did stay with Scorpius.

I watched him to gauge his reaction when he slid it back towards himself. His eyes widened, and he crumpled the paper in his hand and then shoved it in his pocket. He didn’t look at me again. I stared at him in shock, not sure what to think about what had just happened.

“Miss Weasley, have you paid attention to a word I’ve said yet?” Neville asked sternly. I looked over at him instantly and blushed guiltily.

“Sorry Professor,” I apologized. “I guess I’m just having a hard time focusing today.”

He seemed to understand the hidden meaning behind my words and nodded, not administering me the detention he usually would have. Everyone else seemed to notice this as well, because there was a quick murmur around the room.

“That’s enough,” Neville reprimanded. “Now back to mandrakes.”

I picked up my quill, determined to actually use it to take notes this time.

 

 




 

The day seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly. Herbology was an eternity. Transfiguration was worse. And I fell asleep during Arithmancy. Luckily, professor Vector doesn’t turn around when he’s lecturing, so he didn’t notice. Finally, five o’clock rolled around and I rushed back to my dormitory.  

“What’s your rush?” Noel asked as I rushed into the dorm.

“I’ve had the worst day of my life,” I sighed, flopping down on my bed. “And I really need a nap.”

“So you ran up here, because you’re tired?” Ashley asked from her bed where she was reading the newest Witch Weekly. 

“Uh, yes,” I replied, realizing how stupid that sounded.

“You’re lying,” Noel said, noticing my hesitation.  “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I squeaked, burying my face in my comforter.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Ashley informed me.

I groaned and sat up again. “Fine.”

They both squeaked with delight and came and sat on either side of me. “So I’m meeting Scorpius at 8, because he says he has a surprise for me. I’m going to give him his Christmas gift, but I don’t know what he’s going to give me.”

“Okay,” Noel said, her forehead wrinkled with confusion. “But I still don’t see what the problem is.”

“Well,” I said, shifting uncomfortably, “see, he got me this great gift, but I don’t really like what I got him.”

“What did you get him?” Ashley asked. I sighed and reached down into my trunk, pulling out an unsealed beige envelope. I handed it to her and she pulled out the certificate within.

“A gift certificate to Toad’s Tattoo Parlor?” she asked.

Noel burst into laughter.

“Why the hell did you get him that?”

“Well,” I said, scratching my head uncomfortably and staring at her, “he told me a while back that he wanted to get a tattoo this summer. So I thought I’d make it possible for him.”

Noel stopped laughing. “Well, that’s a great gift then,” she assured me.

“Yeah,” Ashley piped up. “That’s really thoughtful.”

I smiled happily. “I’m glad you think so. Well, now that that’s sorted out, I really am going to take a nap. I’ve had a dreadful day.”

Noel and Ashley nodded understandingly. “I’ll wake you up at seven-thirty,” Noel assured me.

I nodded in thanks and lay back on my bed. Before my head even hit the pillow, I was asleep.  

In what felt like five minutes later I was shaken awake.

“Rose,” Noel said, shaking my shoulder. “Get up. It’s 7:35.”

I groaned and sat up, tasting stale saliva in my mouth.

“Thanks Noel,” I mumbled, stretching and yawning. That nap had been a mistake. I was more tired and felt worse than before.

“Uh huh,” she said, stepping back to let me out of bed. I stood up and heard my back crack, but I didn’t wince, but stumbled over to the bathroom to brush the horrible taste out of my mouth. I fixed my mussed hair while I was in there as well and splashed some cold water on my face. By the time I came out of there five minutes later I was feeling wide awake.

I could feel my heart pounding excitedly in my chest. I still had twenty minutes. I was going to go insane waiting.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Noel suggested as I paced back and forth around the room.

“I’m too jittery,” I replied, shaking my hands in an attempt to release some of my nervous energy. I had no idea why I was so nervous. I saw Scorpius all the time. Hell, I had spent the holidays at his house. But for some reason, I had a feeling tonight something big was going to happen. 

“Well then jump up and down or something,” Ashley giggled. “It works for me.”

“You know what?” I said, making up my mind. “I think I’m going to go early.”

“Okay,” Noel called from her bed. “Have fun.”

“Thanks,” I replied, picking up the envelope containing his gift from off of my bed and heading towards the door.

I walked down the stairs and out of the Common Room without any trouble and hummed happily to myself as I walked up towards the broom cupboard.

What in the world could my surprise be?

Maybe it was going to be another charm for my bracelet. Or maybe he had set up a private little dinner for us.

Or maybe – no. I wouldn’t let myself think that.

It wasn’t good for me to get my hopes up, if I was just going to be let down again.

But well, maybe he was going to admit that he had real feelings for me. What would I say if he told me that he really liked me? Well, I’d have to tell him that I felt the same way. What would happen to our relationship?

No, it was bad to think these things. It was probably just a dinner or something.

I took a deep breath as I stepped up onto the floor where the cupboard was, trying to calm the butterflies that were dancing in my stomach. I repeated the process as I walked down the darkened hallway towards the corner that would lead me to where Scorpius was. I counted each footstep as I went, trying to keep myself distracted. The dull monotony of counting worked like no other and I felt my stomach settle down.

I reached the corner where I had to turn to meet up with him when I heard voices. The first was deep and hard and the other was high and lilting.

I plastered myself against the wall, listening closely. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help myself. The voices had stopped. I hadn’t listened closely enough or had enough time to figure out who it was.

Suddenly there was a loud thump against the wall across from the one I was leaning against. I couldn’t resist.

I peeked my head around the corner and the sight before my eyes made every single nerve in my body go numb and I was sure my heart stopped beating.

Scorpius and Anna were snogging.

 








A/N: So before you get out the torches and pitchforks, remember, you won't be able to find out what happens if I die. :P 

And yay, another chapter finished. Did you like it? Dislike it? Questioning my sanity? Haha. Please please review and tell me. 

Oh, and I was thinking - would you lot be interested in another Hugo one-shot, featuring how he got his lovely black eye? Cause I have inspiration for one, if you guys are up for it. :) 

Thanks for reading everyone! Please, please, review!

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