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When Life Takes Over. by carellio

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Format: Short story
Chapters: 12
Word Count: 30,799
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, General, Romance
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, Rose, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Rose/Scorpius

First Published: 10/21/2011
Last Chapter: 05/22/2013
Last Updated: 05/22/2013

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Isabella “Bella” Wynton is in love with Albus Potter, who basically see’s her as a little sister. Add in the fact that she is socially awkward and you can admit that her life is literally screwed. Fortunately she meets Aiden Clarke, who is willing to teach her that talking to boys isn’t all that hard. He only has one condition: pretend to date him, to get his crazy stalker off his back...

Chapter 2: ii.
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Chapter 2


“Bella,” Rose groans and proceeds to face plant her hands, “shutup!”



I stare up at her, and narrow my eyes, “No. You don’t understand. He embarrassed me, I need to return the favour.” I chuckle evilly and rub my hands together like a mad scientist in those Muggle movies mum used to show me.


I have no idea what they are called though. I’ll have to owl Mum and ask her...


“Bell,” Rose says gently and places her hands over mine to stop me from rubbing my skin off. I admit, I was pretty close to doing so.


“This isn’t like you. Why do you have to ‘get even’ with Matt? You know you’ll regret it if you hurt him.” She says matter-of-factly.



Well, she is right. I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if he actually got hurt. I mean, he embarrassed me, but I still love him. Even if he is a git.


I am about to tell her so, when I remember something. What was up with the way they were both looking at each other?


Did she not want me to find a way to embarrass him because of the way she feels for him – if, she feels something for him.


Hm. If I had a beard like Dumbledore himself, I would be stroking it right now.


I don’t bother replying to her statement, I simply look up at her and say, “Do you fancy Matt?”


I watch her reaction very carefully, watching for any hint of feelings. Her eyes widen a millimetre in surprise, her mouth hangs open and she snorts.


I don’t really take that as proof though. If someone asked if I liked, say...Joseph Herd (a sixth year Ravenclaw) I would have probably acted the same way.


“Um, no,” She says simply like I’m stupid. I frown at her as she stares into my eyes, so fiercely that it is hard to tell if she is lying or not, “I’m dating Scorpius, remember?”


Yes. She’s dating Scorpius, but would that really stop her from having feelings for my brother?


I honestly don’t know, because who am I kidding? I don’t know anything about dating or love-lives.


“Yeah, I remember. Sorry, it’s just...never mind.” I couldn’t bring myself to mention the little ‘moment’ I witnessed between the two of them, “Forget I mentioned it.”I finish lamely.


Her brown eyes study me for a minute. She sighs and looks away when I don’t react and says, “Okay, then.” Her voice is laced with obvious suspicion, but she doesn’t push for any more information. “Can we head back to the Common Room now?”


She sounded tired, and I only just realised that I had been sitting on the concrete floor of the Astronomy Tower for atleast an hour. Rose had stood, looking down on me, the whole time.


I don’t know how her legs haven’t fallen off yet.


“Sure,” I grunt as I stand up and stretch out my cramped legs. I hadn’t realises until now how stiff I was.


Rose laughs at me, wraps her arm around her shoulder and rolls her eyes, “Come on, Grandma.” She says dryly.




Fate/Destiny/Merlin/Whoever seems to hate me.


I had come to believe that I was going to make it safely back to the Common Room without a single peep from Albus or Matt.


Oh, how I was wrong.


We were walking along an empty corridor when – BAM – Matt and freaking Albus walk out of a classroom.


What the hell was Matt doing in a classroom anyway? Classes were long over and he hates schoolwork.


I don’t really have time to dwell on it; I hastily pull Rose around a nearby corner so we are out of sight.


“What the fuck?” She hisses at me as she couches next to me.


“Be quiet,” I hiss back at her and reposition myself so I am comfortably crouching out of view. I was quite surprised when she listened to me, “Now, slowly and carefully, look around the corner and see if Albus and Matt are coming this way.”


She rolls her eyes and stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. It’s a reasonable possibility.


When she doesn’t move, I whisper, “Please?” I hadn’t meant for that one word to sound so broken and weak, but it must have got through to her.


She slowly and awkwardly, pokes her head around the corner. But just as soon as she had stuck her head out, she snaps it back and nearly falls on me.


I start to yell but Rose hand covers my mouth to stop me.


“They’re coming this way,” She whisper-yells with wide eyes while trying to get her arse off of me, “and I think they saw me.” She adds quickly.




If they saw Rose then that means they’d probably come over here to see what the hell she was doing, spying on them.


Oh shit, oh shit, shit shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...


“Um,” Is my fantastically, idiotic, non-stupid reply.



Now, I’m not really proud to say this, considering I’m a Gryffindor, but I do the only thing I can think of.


I shove Rose off me and run the hell away from there, ignoring her when she calls after me.


Honestly, sometimes I question whether the Sorting Hat put me in the right house.



I breathe in the biggest breath as I slam the door of the empty classroom shut. I had just run half way across the school and I am totally out a breath.


I make a mental note to start exercising more.


I close my eyes and sigh, taking long hard breaths as I try to get my dying lungs to work again.


“Er...hi?” A male voice says uncertainly.


I yelp, startled.


The unexpected motion doesn’t really help my already out of breath state, and I start panting again.

Jeez, I am so unfit.


 I quickly open my eyes; apparently this classroom isn’t actually empty... I’m so observant.


I guess I need to work on that too. I’ll just have to add it to the long awaiting list of things I need to fix about myself.


I stare at Aiden Clarke, a seventh year Slytherin with light brown hair and blue eyes. He has muscles clinging to his shirt from years of Quidditch, and I have to say, that’s a pretty good look, even if I am in love with Albus.


He raises his hands in an ‘I come in peace’ gesture, a small smile playing on his lips.


“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says amused.


He doesn’t look very sorry. I mean, he is smiling and I can tell he is trying to hold back laughter; his shoulders are shaking ever so slightly. He eventually snorts like a horse and begins chuckling, no longer trying to hide it.




“Sorry,” He says on behalf of his laughing.


“Er... that’s okay, I guess.” I was actually quite distracted by the fact that he sounded completely genuine, “I didn’t mean to barge in and you’re doing.”


I takes me a few moment to figure out I had just actually (partly) spoken a genuine sentence to a guy!

Holy Mother of Merlin!

I swear I could start jumping for joy.


He doesn’t seem to notice my inner excitement and holds up a few papers and gives me a toothy grin, “I’m studying.” He says.


I stare at him for a few moments, taking in what he just said. I’m studying. Was he serious? Slytherins don’t study, they hate school.


He just continues to stare at me with big green eyes, and eventually I can’t hold it in any longer. I laugh. When I look at him again, hurt is written in his green eyes and spread clear on his face.




I immediately feel bad.


“Oh! I’m so sorry, I thought you were joking!” I can tell my face is turning a bright, unattractive red.


Ah, I just did it again! I talk to him! I don’t know why, but I don’t feel uncomfortable talking with this boy.


He laughs quietly at my awkwardness and shrugs, “That’s okay, and honestly I would have done the exact same thing. A studying Slytherin is practically unheard of.” He gives me another brilliant smile.


I have no idea what to say after that, my anti-social skills pretty much getting the best of me. I was still standing by the door, feeling incredibly awkward.


“Are you okay,” He says gently, “you look a bit distressed.”


Hell, that was an understatement. I continue to stare at the dusty floor, avoiding eye contact.


“Do you wanna talk about it?” He says quietly and I look back at him. His smile is genuine.


How the hell is this guy in Slytherin? Now I am sure, the Sorting Hat needs to retire.


I take a seat opposite his desk and chair.


Now, I don’t know why I did it, maybe it was the fact that he is the first guy, excluding my brother, I have been able to strike a conversation with at Hogwarts, or maybe I was just because I needed to get everything off my chest...


But, I told him everything.


My feelings for Albus, my social awkwardness, Matt strange behaviour, my awkward interaction with Matt friend’s this morning, my mental breakdown with Rose, and then my resent, almost encounter with both of Matt and Albus.


When I have finished he looks thoughtful and after a few moments he says, “Why, do you think, you are able to talk to me?”


Good question.


I had been pondering that the whole entire time I was here, and I had come up blank. No surprise there. I wasn’t the brightest witch of the bunch.


“I have no idea. But I just don’t feel uncomfortable when I talk to you.” I lean back in my seat nervously, wondering if that last bit of information had been too personal.


He nods, “Okay, well I think I can help you. Talk to boys I mean.” He says with a smile playing across his handsome face.


Excitement bursts through me, and I straighten up in my seat again. I don’t even want to know what my face would have looked like, I’d be too embarrassed.


“Really? Oh my god, tha -“  I start to say in a rush but he holds up a hand, cutting me off.


“On one condition...” He says wryly and maybe a little bit sheepishly.


“Um...okay.” I say nervously, I was worried I was going to regret this.


He leans forward in his seat, so our heads our close together. It’s like he’s leaning in to tell me a secret.


“You have to date me.” He whispers.




Author Note: So here is the edited version of chapter two, as of: 7/Jan/2011!

I am not entirely happy with this chapter so please let me know what you think. Also so sorry if I jumped from past to present tense (vice versa), it really is my own personal disease. Now that I am 100 percent sure of the plot and where this story will go, updates should come much faster! :)

Thankyou for reading!