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Format: Novella
Chapters: 29
Word Count: 41,855
Status: WIP
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, Lily (II), Hugo, Rose, OC
Pairings: Rose/Scorpius, Other Pairing
First Published: 07/05/2008
Last Chapter: 08/03/2012
Last Updated: 08/03/2012
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I, Rose Weasley, had an enormous, eternal crush on a Malfoy. The world would end if anyone knew.
Chapter 5: Part Five
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Part Five
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I lay back in bed, waiting for my dormitory mates to drift off. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, not with everything that had happened today. I heard Roxie’s soft snores and knew that she was asleep. It was already midnight, so it was safe to assume that everyone (well, everyone being Roxie, Jeannette, and our roommate, Alexia Peakes) was sleeping, and I stood up.
I wandered to the window to look out at the stars. I perched myself on the ledge. If Jeanette knew I was awake, she’d be up and ready to talk, but right now, I didn’t think I could talk. Sure, no one knew that I liked Scorpius, but if I wanted to tell anyone, the first person I’d go to would be Jeanette. But tonight, I felt like I just needed to be alone with my thoughts.
He’d spoken to me today, on two separate occasions. The first time had only earned me a partial smile, but the second conversation had made him really, truly smile—a smile that showed his perfectly straight, white teeth, a smile that went straight to his eyes. It was a contagious, flawless smile.
But when Ada, his girlfriend, came in, his smile seemed to fall instantly. Was it because he was embarrassed to be seen sitting there and smiling with me, a Gryffindor and a “Muggle-lover?” Or was there something else there, some other reason? He had seemed to think my objection to her sitting near us in Herbology was funny, and he rolled his eyes every time she called him that stupid nickname…
Then again, I could have created those occurrences. After all, I hated Ada and her snide attitude, hated that half of Hogwarts treated her like some queen of Slytherin. Maybe he was just being friendly in the library; maybe it was merely because I’d helped him find his book…
But he’d apologized for his harshness, for that moment of awkward family mentioning. And then his words rang in my head, his soft, confession-like words: I didn’t pick my family, but they are my family. The maturity and gravity behind those words hit me hard. It went against everything I’d known of the Malfoys; a boy with such loyal feelings toward his family wasn’t the type of child my family thought the Malfoys would have.
He almost seemed embarrassed by it, like I’d ridicule him for being so devoted to his family. I hoped my seriousness about the subject showed, I hoped that he would see how mature I could be about things like this.
His smile flashed through my mind again. I wondered if I could make him smile like that more often. Did our conversation today mean that there would be a “more often,” that there would be more conversations? It certainly seemed to imply that there would be, but then again I may have been inferring something that wasn’t truly there; I had to be realistic with myself.
But Scorpius seemed so… I couldn’t think of a word to describe him; the closest description I could verbalize is that he seemed so much more real, more human, than I’d expected.
I heard someone grumble and looked over to see Roxie sitting up in her bed.
“What time is it?” she asked, her eyes half open.
I smiled lightly. “It’s just after midnight.”
“Then what the bloody hell are you doing up?” she moaned, though she grabbed her comforter and came to sit beside me on the window ledge. She wrapped her comforter around the two of us and asked, “Really, Rosie, what’s up? Well, I mean, other than us...”
I wasn’t sure if I should confide in her. She was one of my closest friends, but she was also my cousin, and that meant that she was raised the same way I was, raised by her father to be guarded when it came to Slytherins, particularly the Malfoys.
I shrugged. “I have a lot on my mind.”
She nodded, asking knowingly, “Does this have to do with that fight you got into with Lou and Al? After Herbology?”
“They told you about that? Those jerk-wads—!”
“—Of course they told us,” Jeanette’s morning voice muttered from her bed.
Roxie scooted over on the ledge, saying brightly, all of the grumbling gone from her voice now, “Jeanette, you’re awake! Come sit with us!”
“I wouldn’t be awake if you two had kept your bleeding voices down,” Jeanette replied, but nonetheless she joined us, perching on the now-crowded ledge. “You might want to keep down, seriously, so you don’t wake Alexia—she’s still sleeping. So… What’s going on? You’re mad at the guys for telling us or for being stupid?”
I crossed my arms, agitated at my male cousins—well, two of them anyway. “They were being dunderheads, so I yelled at them; they’re not the ones who have to sit near that sack of dung!”
“Scorpius Malfoy?” Roxanne asked, raising her eyebrows.
I shook my head, my red hair falling around my face. “No, Ada, his stupid girlfriend.”
Jeanette reached across Roxie to touch my shoulder delicately. “I’m not going to press the issue or anything, but I’ve just been wondering for a day or so, and I figure I might as well ask. I won’t say anything else if you tell me not to, but… well, do you like Scorpius?”
I looked away from her, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. I didn’t want to see Roxanne’s expression, thinking that it might make me feel awful for even speaking to a Malfoy.
“You do, don’t you?” Jeannette asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s okay, Rosie, you can tell us,” Roxie added. I looked up.
“Really? You don’t care even though Dad and everyone else hates his whole family?” My tone was begging, something I didn’t think I’d hear.
Roxanne nodded, and Jeannette smiled encouragingly as she pressed, her voice eager, “So, tell us everything!”
I flushed again as I launched into the stories of Herbology and the library. They both said the appropriate “oohs” and “ahs,” and I was glad that the secret had been let loose. I just hoped that we could keep it between the three of us.
“Hey, can I ask you two a favour?”
“Sure thing, Rose,” Jeannette smiled.
“Can we keep this crush between the three of us? I don’t want anyone to know; I mean, he has a girlfriend, and it’d be best if Dad didn’t find out.”
They both agreed, and we went back to gossiping.
A/N: So I know this chapter is much shorter than the last, and I apologize for that. I just really felt like adding any to this part would hurt the next. The plot is starting to roll; things are happening a bit quicker, only because they will slow down a bit soon--I promise.
So I'm going to start thanking a reviewer in each chapter, and I'll make sure to tell everyone why I've thanked this specific person. As far as part four reviews go, I'm going to take a moment to thank Lilly the Fire Princess. You have been the only one thus far to pick Louis as a favourite, and I was really surprised by this choice. It made my day, so thank you so much!
Now, the next review question... Favourite friendship Rose is involved in? (Even if they're cousins, it still counts as a friendship.)
Thanks for reading,
Kate/RP =)
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