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Roxanne, Ravenclaws, and a Rather Ravishing Rebel by harrietm
Chapter 12 : Roxanne, Ravenclaws, and a Rather Rosy Reconciliation
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~Anything you recognise belongs to JK Rowling~




8 hours earlier –19th December -  Albus’s POV

Albus approached Rose Weasley slowly, wary of her wrath. He knew Weasley women well enough to know that her wrath would not be something he would enjoy. Not in the slightest. But he knew that it was probably something he was about to experience nonetheless. 

She had her head bent over her books, sitting in the library alone, despite the fact that holidays were only a day away.

“Rose, it’s nearly Christmas.” He whispered as way of greeting, not entirely sure how to start.

Her eyes snapped up briefly, glared into his for a millisecond, then returned to defiantly scanning the large volume under her nose. His attempt at small talk bounced right off her, the silence was deafening. 

Albus sighed, then decided to take the seat opposite her, knowing he couldn’t leave before he’d said what he needed to say.

“Rose, you have to know I love you.” He said simply.

Still silence. But he noticed her eyes were now fixed on only one part of the page. So she is listening., a mildly satisfied voice piped up in Albus’s brain.

“I’ve only ever wanted to protect you.” At that, Rose audibly scoffed. He continued with mild frustration. “I know I haven’t done it right, and I know right now you probably still think I just hate Scorpius for no good reason but...for me, someone from treating you like batshit seems like a very good reason to hate someone, and I wasn’t going to just stand around and watch.”

And still she said nothing. Nothing. His closest cousin, his closest friend, said nothing. He'd thought this was just the silence before the Rose Weasley storm but...nothing. Albus felt a lump forming in his throat.

“Well,” he croaked, hating that he was getting so obviously emotional. Coughing once, he kept going. “If you can ever forgive me, I need you Rose. I need you in my life. I need you to help me not mess more things up. You see, it was you who told me from the very beginning that I was an idiot not to give Harriet a chance. And now I’ve finally realised she’s amazing and I'm so–“

He couldn’t say the words. Instead he just bent his head into his hands, scrunching his black hair through his fingers anxiously and feeling the frames of his glasses press into his palms.

 The stony wall that was Rose Weasley was not going to help him. And deep down, in the pit of his stomach, he had a roiling sense of helplessness, fear and...guilt. Was this something else he’d ruined? Another thing to add to the long, evergrowing list. If he’d just been open with her...
 “Al, I broke up with Scorpius this morning.” Rose finally spoke, breaking the silence with a voice that was achingly sad.

“You...you did?”  Albus looked up, but Rose still stared blankly at her book, avoiding his eyes. In hindsight this was probably a good thing, as despite everything, this piece of information made Albus want to whoop and cheer. He made every effort to maintain neutral, clenching his jaw a little.

“Yes, I did. And I’m really done talking about it.” There was another pause, where Albus just sat looking at her, not wanting to say the wrong thing. Maybe this was like when her first pet dog had died, and she’d gone into emotional shut=down mode...but somehow Al didn’t think comparing Scorpius with the dog would go down too well. So he waited.  

Eventually, she returned his gaze, eyes visibly blotchy. “You are forgiven though. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” Albus replied tentatively, more than a little stunned by this sudden turn around, and breathing a deep sigh of relief.  

“I’m not entirely sure just now, about anything. I’m more forgiving you because you obviously need me, if you can’t even remember the Room of Requirement.” Her tone was matter-of-fact and stern, but the faintest of smiles was on her lips.

“What would I do without you...” Albus said, grinning sheepishly.

And with that he leapt up, swiftly made his way round the table and enveloped his favourite cousin in a huge hug, a hug that was returned, thank Godric.

It was going to be ok.

...So long as Rose's bushy red hair didn't suffocate him. 




A/N: This is what I call a 'baby chapter'. This particular part of the story wasn't fitting anywhere else so I thought I'd upload it by itself, so as to not confuse people. Hope you enjoyed a little bit more of Albus. Hattie will return in the next update :) Which hopefully shouldn't be too far away. Please read and review!

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