Chapter image by Clara Oswald @ TDA.

Life is not supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be this hard. Gone are the days of rainbows and sunshine. Easy choices. Black and white. Right or wrong. Now it’s all about regret. You have to practically be a seer to survive one day to the next. I’m only sixteen. My life cannot be like this. I honestly don’t know how I will survive to live tomorrow.

“Rose, honestly, can you please just pick a pair and be done with it. We have been here for two hours”

“This isn’t an easy decision. My whole life could depend on this moment” I said staring between the red and blue sparkly heels.

My best friend, partner in crime, kindred spirit and cousin Lucy Weasley just rolled her eyes at my theatrics.

Now I know what you’re thinking...

Over dramatic? Yes.
Drama queen? More like perfectionist.
Fashionista? I'd like to think so.
Wild? Absolutely.
Crazy? Depends on who you ask.

But don’t go thinking I’m some shallow, air head princess. I’m actually… We’ll I don’t really know what I am. I like a lot of things. I’m a sixth year Gryffindor with Lucy. I’m the seeker on the Gryffindor Qudditch team. I love reading. I’m obsessed with quite a few muggle TV shows. I like to think I’m kind and quite cunning too. Especially when it comes to besting Scorpius Malfoy, Al’s best friend and fellow Gryffindor. The dark spot in my mildly cheery life. The thunderstorm to my rainbow. The cloud to my sunshine. The sunburn to my beach. The rain to my parade. The villain to my hero. The… We’ll I think you get the idea. If you look up everything that’s wrong with the world… (The bane of my existence) in the dictionary there will be a picture of Scorpius Malfoy.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! The complexities of my life. You see Lucy thinks I have problems making decisions. Which personally I do not agree with. (See that’s a definitive answer!) I am just very aware of the repercussions of my actions. For example… What if I wake up tomorrow feeling like it’s a blue day and I only have the red shoes. Or what if I don’t buy the blue and then they tell all the other shoes in the store that I’m a horrible person and then I will be left with a life of blisters, angry red feet and be at war with footwear. Or what if the red shoes don’t get along with the other shoes in my closet. I mean how am I supposed to deal with that. Then it dawned on me.

“Luce! I’ve come to a decision.”

“Yes dear Rosie?”

“I have carefully weighed my options and calculated the best choice for my own happiness and survival and of course the feeling of belonging for each pair of shoes in my very welcoming closet”

“Really? I’m surprised it only took you 2 hours and 17 minutes. I think that’s a new record. Now what is this oh wise decision you have come to?”

“I’m going to buy both!” I confidently inform my dear friend.

Please… I never said I was always right. That’s a completely different matter entirely.


So after having to physically tear me away from Nova’s shoe store of dreams, before I got any other ideas. Lucy declared she is absolutely famished, and I am buying her lunch. We greet the warmth of The Three Broomsticks, entertaining throngs of students. It’s the first Hogsmeade event of the year, and it seems everyone has risen to attend. Unfortunately or fortunately depends on your mental attitude, Scorpius Malfoy was among the chattering patrons. I never miss a chance to get under his skin. Nor he me. He was seated in a corner booth with some blonde bimbo. Looking bored, while the girl is nattering away gazing up at him adoringly. I think her name is Cassie something and she’s a Hufflepuff. I’m not surprised Al and Malfoy often have a harem of girls trailing after them. Luckily for him, I am still riding the high of my latest purchase and did not feel like bothering with his arrogance.

Lucy and I settle at a table on the floor, and as she had to sit and watch as I tried on hundreds of shoes, I was selected for the quest of acquiring sustenance.

“Two Butterbeers please” I kindly ask the barmen, Robbie (well that’s what his shirt was labelled).

“No worries, Rose” It was kind of creepy, how he knew my name. (I mean I wasn’t branded with a tag for the whole world to see). But being the daughter of two of the golden trio, who saved the wizarding world and all that jazz, I wasn’t unfamiliar with being known. Even without the famous parents, I was genetically blessed with the Weasley ginger hair. Lucy was luckily exempt somehow with beautiful chocolate waves, which complemented her ocean blue eyes, and strong athletic physique. I guess we were similar in body shape and eye colour, but with the fiery red hair, people could tell us apart. In personalities we were polar opposites. I am first or second in the class, Malfoy is never too far behind, and on the occasion, which I have buried in the deep recesses of my memory bank - Malfoy has taken top spot. But never for very long and not very often. Lucy is more of a relaxed student, along with fellow dorm mates Max and Jordan. Both blondes, brown eyes and beautiful. Lucy was tall, confident and carefree. While I was short, bad tempered and a stress eater. But we have been Best friends since the beginning. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So… how come you turned down Drew Collins proposition for Hogsmeade?” Lucy questioned me after we had eaten our lunch, and downed two Butterbeers each.

“I wanted to go with you” I replied. Hoping she would drop it.

“Right, cause it’s not like we never sneak into Hogsmeade together for some retail and Honeydukes therapy, live in the same dorm, have the same classes, play on the same Qudditch team and even belong to the same family. It’s like we spend no time together at all” Lucy replied grinning.

“Speaking of Honeydukes, my chocolate stash is diminishing fast, I think we should go and stock up” I tried to subtly changed the subject.

“Hmm…Chocolate fudge, didn’t Drew give you a box of the stuff, when he asked you?” Lucy changes it straight back.

“Actually wasn’t there balloons and flowers involved too?” Max adds from over my shoulder.

Damn. Two of them.

“You know what? We spend way too much time together I think. I’m sick of you in all honesty. I think we should part ways now for the rest of the day” I gallantly stand. “Toodle pip” I wave to Lucy’s knowing smirk and Max’s smiling face. I didn’t even know what I was saying, I just had to escape. Fast.

“You can’t run from me forever Rosie” I hear Lucy reply through the wind.          

In my hasty but gallant exit. The Three Broomsticks shoots me from its warmth, to the cold and blistering street.

Unfortunately I am not all that coordinated, and combined with a slippery and dirty path, from a randomly rainy September day. I trip and fall straight into a muddy puddle.


I told you I wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.

But you know what the worst part is. In my attempt to break my fall I grabbed onto the closest thing. Which so happened to cause a domino effect, resulting in three bodies soaked and covered in mud.

And who were these poor sods I accidently brought down with me?

Scorpius Malfoy and his date Cassie something from Hufflepuff.


Luckily, Malfoy and I hadn’t had many interactions this year so far, except for the occasional grunt and glare. But considering I just caused his scruffy blonde hair, dark navy jeans, blue collared shirt and the ugliest jumper I have ever seen, to be splattered with mud. I was predicting some yelling. (And before you say anything, I’m a fashionista, I notice these things).

I dared a look in his direction. His grey blue eyes were sparkling, though not in the fiery rage I was predicting, but in amused mirth.

And then the weirdest thing happened. He started laughing.

But then something even weirder happened. I started laughing too.

I know. I’m going crazy.

Cassie however was not amused. “Weasley?” she glared looking over at me. Well technically she was half on top of me. Having landed on me. However her pink fluffy outfit, was ruined. I think she should be appreciative, I put it out of its misery. And her heavy makeup was running down her face, from the continuing pelting rain. And her hair was sticking up in all directions. I decided not even to imagine what I looked like.

“Um, sorry?” I apologised questioningly. Breaking from my laughter. Scorpius was still in hysterics. I worry about that boy.

“SORRY? YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!” She began yelling and sobbing. She gradually stood, and Malfoy made no move to help her. With one last glare in my direction, she ran off, as she didn’t want Malfoy to see her in that state.

I honestly couldn’t care less.

“Well, that was one way to be rid of her” Malfoy started from beside me with a grin.

What? He was grinning… At me?

“What? That sweater didn’t send her running?” I quipped.

“Nah, she thought it was cute and added to my adorable personality”

“That poor child. So delusional”

“I know, I’m obviously ruggedly handsome and mysterious, not cute and cuddly”

I just rolled my eyes in response. “Are you feeling chivalrous? You could help me up?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the one who helps me up? This is your fault”

“Pardon? My fault? I seem to remember things differently” as if I was going to admit it was my fault. To my worst enemy. Even though it obviously was. And he knew it too.

“Yes, you always did have a vivid imagination”

“Unfortunately I can’t imagine you away”

“I didn’t realise you thought about me so much” He stood and gave me a hand up.

“Only ways to physically maim and torture you”

“You wound me with these insults, Weasley”

“Good, you might act more human that way”

“I just helped you up didn’t I?”

See, lately our interactions have turned less cruel and malicious. To more a battle of the wits. And I don’t like it. I don’t like Malfoy being chivalrous and smiley. I don’t understand him that way. And I know I asked him to help me, but I didn’t think he would actually do it. And honestly I didn’t trust myself not to slip and fall straight back on my face.

Al is probably the reason for this. He doesn’t understand why we argue. Being friends with both of us, he thinks if we put our pride aside we would probably become great friends. I think Malfoy insanity is rubbing off onto poor unsuspecting Al. either that or Malfoy is actually a Zombie and is eating Al’s brains. Anyway Al has been trying to get Malfoy and me to agree to a truce of sorts. Mainly for the sake of everyone else in Gryffindor Tower and the rest of the school. However I’ve had my doubts, but maybe we have agreed to a tentative truce after all. Well he has, as he is acting weirdly nice-ish. The jury is still out on my verdict however.

“We should probably get out of the rain” Malfoy pulled me from my thoughts. Literally and figuratively.

And it was at that moment, I realised my hand was still in his.

And before I could yank myself away from him and sanitise myself. I’ve probably caught some freaky disease.

He gripped my hand tighter, picked up my shopping bags and started tugging me down the street towards the carriages.

This day just keeps getting weirder. However I still haven’t removed my hand. And from the smirk on Malfoy’s face I think he has noticed.

Damn it.


Scorpius POV


And rain.

Who knew that was all it took to get Rose Weasley to hold my hand. And have a civil conversation.

Well either that, or she just hasn’t noticed yet.

Merlin she is gorgeous. And she has absolutely no idea. Even when she is covered in mud.

So I know what you’re thinking…

Hypocrite? Yes.
Chivalrous? Sometimes.
Handsome? Duh.
In love? Unfortunately.
Crazy? Absolutely.

I honestly don’t know what happened. One day everything changes. And life makes no sense. There’s no clear skies, or treacle tart at dinner and all the caramel fudge has been eaten. How is a poor guy supposed to cope? I’m sixteen, I can’t handle these types of challenges. Life is supposed to be understandable. Like who you like. Hate who you hate. Easy. Uncomplicated.

Not Rose bloody Weasley. She is a nightmare. And drives me insane.

I hate her. Well I really want too.

But then she smiles. And I’m completely lost.

“Malfoy, why are you still holding my hand?”

Damn it.

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