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[I don't own anything other than the plot, and a few original characters. Everything you recognize belongs to JK Rowling. Enjoy!]

 








I was making my way out of the Great Hall after having dinner, it was in the middle of my sixth year at the wizarding school and we had all just gotten back from the Christmas Holidays. There were only so many months left of the school year, five months and six days to be exact, but then again who was counting?

 

Hugo Weasley, my younger brother, was still sitting with my cousins, my very annoying cousins James and Albus Potter, eating as if he had never seen food before. Lily Potter, my other cousin, was sitting with her fellow house mates by the Hufflepuff table. She was the only one of the Weasleys and the Potters who had ended up in another house than Gryffindor.

Not that I minded one girl less in our dorm, I was so fed up with everyone trying to make me one in the 'gang'. I would never be that, nor would I ever want to be that. I guess you could call me a loner, what I loved the most was to sit in the library with a good book, reading for hours, losing all sense of reality; I wasn't very fond of reality any more. I simply liked the company of books more than annoying people, who more or less always ranted on about their own lives. I turned my head to the left and caught his eyes, Lucas Wilson, one of the few persons I had actually let in to my life, something that had proved to be one of my biggest mistakes; possibly even the biggest.

 

We had been a couple for a few months when I had caught him with his pants down, together with none other than Melinda Chang, not many people knew about this fact, it was just the three of us actually. It had been around that time that I had realised that I love you was only an empty phrase that people said to reassure each other that they were there for you, they tried to put their feelings in to words, stupid people. Love always ended up with someone getting hurt, love always make people leave. The only person you could trust was yourself, and books. I knew that I could always trust books.

 

I sighed sadly and walked through the doors alone, like I had done so many times before, with my bag hanging casually over my shoulder, making my way towards the library. I passed many people who gave me odd looks and in return; I glared at them.

I didn't really like the people at Hogwarts, most of them were okay but then there were the gits, the backstabbing bastards and the bullies, which I simply hated.

 

I held one of my books close to my chest as I walked, often running in to people because I wasn't paying attention, but never excusing myself.

“Hey, Rosie,” smiled Leona as she almost ran in to me, smiling widely. I offered a small smile and a nod. “How are you?”

I was really not up for some light conversation, but answered her that I was just fine. “How about you?”

Leona Crawford was a Ravenclaw, she was fairly nice and I got a long with her just fine, but she could be too pushy, too... up, close and personal. I didn't like that, in fact; I strongly disliked when people invaded my private space. It was mine and mine alone; fine, they could ask questions, but they better not hope for an answer.

 

“Oh, I am really good. Where is Lucas?” She still smiled brightly, and I felt bile rise in my throat, swallowing I forced a smile up on my lips.

“I don't know. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go.” I really did, I had to get away from her as fast as I could, I couldn't stand the smiles, the happiness coming out of her with every word she said. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to concentrate in the library, I walked the other direction, not knowing where I was going and I didn't care either.

I finally found an empty storage room, which was quite large and sat down in there, behind a small shelf where the light was shining in, maybe I would be able to get some reading done.

 

Pulling out another book out of my bag, I leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath before I opened the book and let my eyes trace the sentences, loving every letter, every word, every sentence. The soft pages of the old book felt amazing underneath my fingers and I sat there for quite some time, then I heard the sound of two voices, hissing at each other, right outside the door. I was unable to contain myself, but walked up to the door and pressed my ear against it.


“Stay the hell away from me, is that really too much to ask?” I recognized the first voice clearly, even in this furious hiss. It was without a doubt Malfoy. There had been quite some time since I had heard him speak to someone in that tone, the furious drawl that only a Malfoy possessed.

“As if I would take orders from the son of a Death Eater.” 

That mocking voice could only belong to one person, Andrew Thomas, a Gryffindor who had, from first day at school, been a jerk.

“Oh, shut up, Thomas.”
 
I, personally, found Scorpius Malfoy quite intimidating and I always had, there had never been much reason to, though. Since we barely looked at each other, let alone spoke.

I had heard from other students that he was a cruel bastard, following the footsteps of his father; Draco Malfoy. Andrew laughed at Malfoy, I stood with my ear pressed against the wall, and I actually felt sorry for him. How could people say that he was the cruel one?


It was Andrew who was the bastard. Though, of course I knew that. I had experienced it first hand, I was the bookworm, the prude one. The redheaded, prude bookworm. I clenched my jaw as I thought about the countless times he had mocked me, often it had ended up with him getting punched by James, but anyway. Usually when James, or any other person stood up for me, I got pissed, mainly because I felt as if I could take care of myself. But I allowed it from time to time.

I wished I could see them, I hardly ever saw Malfoy outside the library; he spent a lot of time there, just like me, but to see him like this... having a heated argument with someone was something I had never seen, and really wanted to.

I grew furious when Andrew started to rant on about how filthy the Malfoy name had become, how was that Scorpius fault? He had no right. It seemed as if something snapped inside of Malfoy as I heard a low moan and then someone was thrown in to the door. I almost let out a shriek in shock, but managed to keep it down.


“I rather have a filthy name, than filthy blood," spat Malfoy and then I heard footsteps walking away; it seemed to go both ways. They had probably both left the scene. I took a shaky breath as I gathered my books and then I walked out.

As I had taken two steps outside the door, however, I looked up just in time to see him, as he took a hold of my arm. “Eavesdropping, are we, Weasley?”

I was faced with Scorpius Malfoys quite furious face and I then saw clearly how his blonde, close to white, messy hair framed his face, his eyes were hard but not as cold as everyone said they were. I found them quite enchanting.


“I... No! I wasn't eavesdropping, Malfoy. I was simply...” I trailed off, suddenly wondering why I should explain myself to him. “Actually, it's none of your damn business what I was doing. Now, if you would be kind enough to give me back my arm,” I said looking down at the bruising hold he had of my arm. For a moment I thought he wasn't going to let me go, but then he did; as if I had burned him. But he didn't leave, he just stood there and looked at me, very close. I started to get annoyed, this was really an invasion of my privacy. “Would you mind getting out of my way?”


“You know, I bet you loved that, didn't you? Hearing someone mock me, a Malfoy," his voice was cold, but also accusing, I looked at him sternly. He was accusing me of being like them.

“You really have no idea what you're talking about. Why would I enjoy something like that? It was uncalled for, I mean... You're not your father.” I watched as his eyes widened slightly and wondered if I had said too much, if I had invaded his privacy now. I wasn't good with that, knowing when to shut up and when to speak. The few seconds he was in slight shock, I chose to leave. As I walked away from there, I could feel his eyes on me, burning me as I walked.










I ended up in the library after all, sitting on my usual seat by the window in the corner, hid away behind a huge bookshelf, everyone who knew me, knew that I was to be found there. The book I was reading was about a boy called Alexander, who ached to be with Caroline, but they could never be. They both seemed to know it, but that didn't stop them from longing after each other. I had a feeling that it was going to be another happy ending, but kept on reading. I kept torturing myself with the love filled books despite my thoughts of love, but it was books after all. They could be loved.

 

“Hey, Rose. What are you reading?”

I was startled as James sat down next to me, I hadn't seen him coming. He was probably just going to be a pain in the arse. I showed him the cover of the book and he nodded approvingly. Then he fell in to a silence that grew louder and louder by the second.

“What do you want, dear cousin?” I mumbled after a while and closed the book to look at him.

“Ehm... Just wanted some company.” He smiled, but he wasn't fooling me. James wouldn't just suddenly come and seek me up just to have some company.

“Who are you hiding from?” I sighed and picked up the book again, he sighed too before he sunk down and rested his head on the table. “James?”

“Melinda Chang...” He had to be joking, but as I dropped my book he looked up again, looking lost. “What?”

Melinda Chang?” I echoed silently, in shock. “Why would you hide from Chang?” I feared that I didn't want to know the answer, but still kept my eyes on his.

“Word has it that she wants me, but God knows that I wouldn't look her way. So, she is stalking me.”

I was still shocked, as I shook my head. “Not you too... Is that girl really that desperate for male attention? She goes around the grounds flirting with everything she sees, and she's not even pretty.” I finished with a snort.

“Woah!” James furrowed his eyebrows. “What'd she ever do to you?”

Before I could answer him, Malfoy walked in to the library, sent me an odd look before he sat down by the table next to us.

“James, I really don't think this is the time or place to talk about that. Now, go hide somewhere else. I was reading before, and this is a library; you're not allowed to talk here.”

“Fine. I'll see you up in the common room later, we can talk then?” Softly he put his hand on my shoulder and I nodded, just wishing that he would go. Great, I thought, now Lucas is on my mind again.
 

I couldn't concentrate on reading so I just sat there and stared at the words, without taking them in. For the first time in my life, I wished that I had someone to talk to, some company other than books; someone who wouldn't judge me and who would listen. Who would understand.

I looked up as I heard a feminine laugh and saw that the person I had been dreading to see had just walked in, Melinda, instead of feeling ashamed of what she had done, like normal people would, she smiled cheerfully at me and waved.
 

Images of her and Lucas flashed in my mind. Their bodies as close to each others as two people could me, their loud moans and the sound of their kisses. The way his hands had roamed her body.

I had to swallow the bile that was rising in my throat again and blink away the tears, she sat down by a table close to mine and the library suddenly felt very small, too small for the both of us. I gathered my things and stormed out of there. I thought that it would be easier to breathe once I got out, but I was wrong. I usually wasn't a person who cried, but as I stood there, alone in the corridor, with the books held close to my chest; several tears fell down my cheeks, like a bittersweet proof that my relationship was over. Completely and utterly over.


I felt someone's eyes on me, but I didn't stay behind to see who it was, instead I escaped up to the common room and hoped that James would leave me alone and I really, really hoped that he wouldn't bring Melinda up, 'cause I was afraid that I might break if someone mentioned her or Lucas name at the moment. How would I survive five months and six days when I barely made it through the first day back at school? I thought as I wiped away the tears that traced my cheeks. 









[First chapter and my first attempt on a Rose/Scorpius story, I would really love to hear what you think of it! And the book which Rose is reading isn't a real book, I just came up with it for the story.  I really, really need to hear what you think of it, should I continue it? Is is good? What do you think of my Rose? Thanks! - Cathyyy- ]

 

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