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Chapter 15: Unravelling at the Seams
“Merlin, Weasley, can't you do anything right?” Malfoy snapped, grabbing the lacewing flies from me.
“What are you talking about?” I asked furiously, I was doing everything right!
“You're supposed to wait until the the potion is boiling before adding the flies!” He retorted.
“Are not!” I argued back.
“Are too!” He took a step towards me, glaring down at me.
“Are not!” We were nose to nose now, both of us glaring stubbornly at the other.
“What seems to be the problem here, you two?” Professor Alban came over to us.
“Weasley is not following the instructions.” Scorpius said crossly.
“I am too! Look it says right here...” I looked down at my book, reading the words on the page. My stomach dropped. “Oh.”
I looked up to see Alban nodding at us, before walking away. I glanced at Malfoy, he was smirking like mad.
“Fine.” I crossed my arms over my chest, how could I have missed it? “You're right.”
“Always am.” His smirk widened.
I rolled my eyes at this. “Name one time you were right.”
His smirk now turned into a wicked grin. “That other night after the dance, I said you thought I was attractive, and I was right.”
My mouth dropped open in surprise that he would even mention that. “I was drunk, that didn't count.”
“Well, I know I'm right when I say that you should apologize to me.” His smirk was gone now, and he simply glared at me.
“Me?” I asked, incredulous. “Apologize for what?”
“You said I was like my father when he was young. I am nothing like that.” His glare was still hateful, and his expression defiant. “Take it back.”
“You are everything like that.” I spat. “I will not take it back. You are a lying prat, just like him.”
He whipped out his wand, pointing it at my chest, his face red and eyes blazing. “You-”
“Mr. Malfoy, put your wand away this instant!” Professor Alban's voice shouted from behind us. “Detention, tonight, my office.”
I smirked at him, fighting the urge to stick my tongue out at him like a child.
“Don't you be smirking, Miss Weasley. Detention for you as well.” Alban continued, glaring at me. “I except to see both of you here at seven o'clock tonight.
My mouth hung open is disbelief. Detention? I never got detention! I sat down in my seat, thoroughly flustered. This day just kept getting worse and worse.
“Stop it!” I hissed at Scorpius an hour later.
“Stop what?” He whispered back, glancing around.
It was two hours later, and we were writing a quiz in Arithmancy. And Scorpius kept distracting me from his seat beside mine.
“You keep muttering to yourself!” I glared at him. “Shut it!”
“Do not!” He rolled his eyes at me.
“Excuse me, is there something you'd like to share with us?” Professor Blake glared at us from her desk, causing us to both turn red and get back to our quizzes.
“Quit it!” Scorpius muttered to me, shooting me a dirty look. It was now after two, and we stood feet apart practising the Aguamenti Charm.
“What?” I shot back.
“You're humming to yourself.” He stated.
“Just shut it, Weasley!” He turned away, and caused a stream of water to burst out the end of his wand.
And that was the day in a nut shell. Scorpius and I were at each other's throats in every class, bickering with each other. I couldn't help fighting with him, he just made me so mad! I knew I was still venting from our fight yesterday, but so what? I had every right to be angry... Right?
“Dom?” I asked, cutting her off from whatever she had been blabbering about. We were walking to the Great Hall from our Common Room to eat dinner, and the corridor was empty.
She looked a little annoyed that she'd been cut off, but got over it quickly seeing the look on my face.
“I have every right to be mad at Malfoy, don't I?” I said, a little hesitantly.
Her eyes narrowed a bit at the mention of his name. “You do. He kept a secret from you, and he's an all around jerk. He deserves to be hexed.”
I nodded, and the knot in my stomach tightened.
Shaking my head a little, I rolled my shoulders back and started listening to Dom. I don't care how many knots were in my stomach, I was not going to stop hating Scorpius. He deserved it. An image flashed across my mind; Scorpius standing in front of me, his cheek red from my slap and hurt plastered over his face. My stomach clenched again.
By the time we had gotten to the Hall, I was already laughing with Dom about Professor Alban, all my worries forgotten.
“I swear he does!” Dom choked through her laughter.
“He does not!” I protested, tears streaming down my cheeks from laughter.
“What?” Ryan asked, smiling at us from her seat beside Al, as we sat down across from them.
“Oh, just some crazy rumour about Alban.” Dom hiccoughed.
Al grinned at us, and rolled his eyes. Ryan shrugged and we all started talking about Quidditch and gossip while stuffing our faces with food.
“Rose, don't you have to go?” Albus asked sometime later, confused, and glancing at his watch.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, taking a sip of my pumpkin juice.
“Don't you have detention with Scorpius in five minutes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
I spit my juice all over him. “Bloody hell!” I exclaimed, jumping up.
Ryan and Dom both started laughing at my worried expression and Al with pumpkin juice all over his face, but I didn't have time to glare at them or laugh at him. I grabbed by bag off the floor, and raced out of the Hall.
Crap, crap, crap! If I was late for detention, Alban would kill me and Scorpius would never let me live it down. I ran down the stairs, two at a time, dodging around people. I tripped on the last stair, falling forward but catching myself on a disgruntled fourth year. Finally, I burst into the Potions room at a minute to seven.
Scorpius turned around and smirked at me at my out of breath state, and then turned around again. He was seated on in a chair near the front of the classroom.
I glared at the back of his blonde head while I made my way up to the front and sat down atop on of the desks, a few metres away, pulling my legs up and sitting cross legged. I turned my attention to the door of Professor Alban's office.
I heard Scorpius scoff at me, and I turned around, crossing my arms across my chest.
“What?” I snarled.
“Chairs are for sitting, Rose.” He rolled his eyes at me like I was stupid. “Not desks.”
“I don't like chairs.” I said stubbornly. It was the truth, I hated sitting in chairs.
“What kind of person doesn't like chairs?” He asked, smirking again.
My response was cut off by Alban entering the room.
“Good evening, students.” He nodded at us both, looking cross.
“Good evening, Professor.” We both replied at the same time.
We caught each other's eye for a moment before hurriedly turning away, but I could have sworn I saw him smile.
“You'll be cleaning out the storage closet. Throw away any empty boxes or old products and make a list of the ones you throw away, so I know which ones we are out off. I'll be back to check one you at nine thirty.”
“What?” I asked, sitting up.
“You heard me, Ms. Weasley.” He gave me the evil eye. “As the kids say these days; deal with it.” Then he swept out of the room.
“No one says that anymore.” I muttered, underneath my breath. Scorpius snorted and I shot him a look.
“We'd better get started.” I sighed, getting off the desk.
He nodded, and walked over to the closet. “Coming?” He asked, smirking again.
I got up slowly, a little warily and thinking. What was I so afraid of, it was just a closet. And Malfoy and I would have to spend the next two and a half hours in it. I froze, halfway between my seat and the door.
“What's wrong, Weasley?” He sneered at me. “Afraid to spend a little quality time with me?”
I glared at him, being unable to conjure an actual response.
“You never seemed unwilling to before.” He smirked at me now.
“That was before you lied to me.” I said, my voice surprisingly calm.
“I didn't lie.” His voice had now turned stony and his gaze intense.
“You did.” My voice rang out in the room, the hurt plainly heard in it.
“Rose.” He started, his voice softening and he took a step towards me.
“Don't you dare apologize.” I looked at him, hate and hurt combining to make one fearful combination.
His eyes seemed to go from liquid to stone. He nodded once, and walked over to the closet door, pulling it open for me.
I held my breath as I walked past him, but still the scent of him drifted to me. Lemon and pine and something spicy filled my noise, and pictures flashed across my mind. Him holding me, the smile on his face when I wore his jersey, seeing him as I walked down the stairs of my dorm on Halloween. The images were shattered when one last memory swam to the surface.
'I don't know why I ever wasted my time on you. You're a filthy, blood traitor brat.' The memory Scorpius said, and then turned on his heel and flew out of the room. Pain shot through my stomach, and I felt my eyes prick with the familiar sting of tears.
A voice cut through my thoughts.
“Rose.” Scorpius said softly, touching my shoulder lightly.
I slapped his hand away, even that contact sent shivers down my spine.
“Don't touch me.” I snapped. “And don't call me Rose.”
“Why not?” His eyebrows knit together.
“Only my friends call me Rose.” I glared at him. “You aren't my friend.”
Once again, he nodded, and turned away, looking at the shelves. I noticed how close we were. A few inches apart. I almost groaned, I would barely be able to move with touching him. And I could not touch him. The feel of his skin... It hurt to even think about it. Never had I felt this betrayed in my life, and over such a little thing it seemed.
But I couldn't think about that. Never again would I think about that. I would not let him hurt me again. I turned to the shelves and started sorting through the boxes on the bottom shelf.
“Fluxweed.” I said, two hours later, reading the fading label on yet another empty box as Rose scribbled it down on a piece of parchment.
“Rat tails.” Rose's quill flew across the page.
“Armadillo bile.” I said.
Rose looked up after she had written down. I tried to catch her eye, but she stubbornly looked at a spot just over my shoulder.
“Is that everything?” She asked in a clear, sharp voice.
“Alright then.” She put down the quill, and shifted awkwardly in her seat.
I just stared at her. Merlin, she was gorgeous. Her beautiful, long red hair and her piercing blue eyes. I don't know how I went five years without noticing how beautiful she really was. I mean, I always knew she was, but she'd always been Rose; that girl who I would do anything to beat, who I constantly annoyed and hated. We'd spent years hexing and pranking each other, and doing whatever we could to get the other in trouble.
And now, now I would do anything to make her forgive me.
The expression on her face early, when she accused me of lying. And then, a minute later, when she was lost in thought. Merlin, the look on her face. I had never seen someone look hurt like that. I never realized just how much I'd hurt her by not telling her. I thought that her not knowing, that it would be better for her. She'd never have to know I once was with Dominique, or I'd wait to tell her. Until I knew she would forgive me. Merlin, why was she so upset? I knew what I did was wrong and terrible and cowardly but... I didn't mean to hurt her! Couldn't she see that?
Merlin, I was so beyond angry that I didn't tell her, so angry and mad, I wanted to yell. I couldn't stand knowing I'd hurt her, and kept hurting hurt when I pretended I hated her. I'd said terrible things to her, I knew I had. I just snapped when I got hurt, and yelled the worst thing I could say. She'd said some bad things to me but I'd deserved them. I was a total and complete coward for not telling her, and I was even worse because I kept hiding my feelings now. But I couldn't keep up this act any longer. I couldn't keep pretending to hate her. I needed her to forgive me.
“Rose.” I broke the silence and her head snapped up. Her eyes met mine for one burning second.
My head snapped up at the sound of my name. No, at the way he said my name. He sounded just as hurt as I was. His eyes captured mine for one glowing second, but then I tore my eyes from his.
“Don't try to talk, Malfoy.” I said stiffly, my whole body frozen under the intense look he was giving me.
“Rose, we need to talk about this.” His voice cut through me like a knife, he sounded so apologetic... So hurt.
I couldn't help it. I just snapped.
“HOW DARE YOU?” I screamed at him, starling him. “HOW DARE YOU SIT THERE, LOOKING HURT?! HOW DARE YOU!” I felt tears spill over my cheeks but I didn't care, I was too upset. “YOU DID THIS! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”
My breath was coming out in gasps, my chest heaving as I looked at him wildly, just waiting for him to say something. But he didn't. He just sat there opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish.
“How could you do this to me?” I whispered, my voice breaking at the end.
“Rose,” He started, pausing for a moment as if to look for the right words, “I never wanted to hurt you. Dominique was in my past-”
“For Melin's sake! She was not!” I interrupted furiously. “She was still your present when you slept with me! You cheated on her, with me! Her own cousin!”
“I didn't know it was you!” He yelled exasperated, but then his voice softened. “Please, what can I do to make this right?”
His eyes searched mine pleadingly.
“That's just it!” I threw my hands up into the air. “You can't! I can't trust you anymore!”
“Why not?” His voice was wounded, and he took a step towards me, but I backed away.
“Don't you see?” I shook my head at him in fast jerky motions, tears flying of my face. “How do I know you won't cheat on me too? Or lie to me? Or hurt me like you hurt her?”
I didn't know what to say to her, no answer swam to the surface of my mind. I just stood there, facing her, watching the tears trace down her cheeks. I longed to brush them away, longed to make her pain disappear.
“Because I love you.” The words fell from my lips, surprising both of us. But the moment I said them, I knew they were true. “And I know you love me too.”
Time seemed to stop, my mind went blanker than ever before. White, complete white. No thoughts filled my head as I stared at Scorpius, a sad but determined look on his face. Then one word broke the surface.
“No.” My voice rang through, the empty classroom, like glass shattering in a quiet room. “I don't love you.”
I turned away, taking a step to the door before I felt his hand close over my wrist. Electric shivers shot from his fingers up my arm, rippling over my body. I jerked away.
“No, Rose.” His voice was low but intense. “I don't believe you.”
I rounded on him. “BELIEVE ME!” I shrieked.
I swallowed, chest heaving a little. I couldn't bare to meet his eyes, instead fixing my eyes on a point over his shoulder.
“I don't love you.” I shook my head a little. “At least, I don't love this you.”
I watched as his eyebrows knotted up.
“What do you mean?” He said, looking confused.
“This you! The one you always seem to go back to!” I gestured wildly at him. “The cold, mean, condescending you! How can I love that?”
He shook his head hard, whipping it from side to side, like a dog shaking water off his face. “That's not me.”
“Isn't it?! You act like a good guy one instance, but always go back to stone. You can't stop being it, being you. And I hate you.” I gave him a scathing look. “I will never love you.”
I turned away, turning my back on Scorpius, but catching one glimpse of his face. Hurt, pain, sadness. None of these words quite described it. He just looked... Shattered.
I walked out the door off the Potions room.
A sob escaped my chest.
4000+ reads! :) So excited! So sorry about the bit of the wait for this chapter I got really busy. Sorry again for the slowness/filler-ness of this chapter but stuff will happen soon! :) Also I was think of changing the name of the story title. Instead of 'Unprepared' it would be called 'Regretfully Yours', what do you think? Yah or nay? It's up to you guys! Keeping reading and reviewing!
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