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Chapter 11 : A Simple Day
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Rose and Scorpius walked hand in hand down the streets of Hogsmeade, smiling, talking and going into shops. They deftly avoided George Weasley’s shop and spent more than enough time in Scrivenshaft’s.
As they entered the Three Broomsticks, both froze. There was Draco Malfoy with his new wife (as Fiona had become ill towards the end of their First Year and passed away shortly thereafter and Draco had remarried the July before their Fifth Year) Asteria Greengrass.
Rose tried not to be offended when he dropped her hand.
"Dad!" Scorpius said as his father moved closer to them. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I got a rather disturbing owl from Hermione Gr- uh, Hermione Weasley," he said in his famous drawl.
"Y-you … you did?"
"I did," he confirmed, his eyes moving over to Rose. "Do either of you know what it said?"
Rose began to open her mouth but Scorpius cut her off. "It said that Rose and I were together." The young blonde reached out and took the redhead’s hand again. "And it’s true."
"Yes, well, Mr. Weasley sent me that particular owl," Draco said with a roll of his eyes.
"I don’t understand," Scorpius said as Rose lowered her eyes.
"Tell me what Weatherby did to you," the elder Malfoy demanded in an oddly gentle voice.
"Nothing," Scorpius said strongly. "It was detention. I did lines. That’s all."
"Scor …" Rose whispered.
Scorpius looked sharply at his girlfriend. "I can’t believe you told your mother! I can handle it, Rose. I’m not a baby."
"What he did was illegal!" Rose responded. "And I was concerned for you. Far be it from me to ever try to help again," she told him, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Rosie …" he whispered.
"Don’t bother," she retorted.
"Rose, please. Don’t walk away."
"She was trying to help you," his step mother told him as Rose walked determinately away.
"I know," Scorpius said with a sigh. "I just … She shouldn’t have to be looking out for me. That’s my job."
Draco sighed and placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. "You’ll have to learn that Rose has a lot of her mother in her and will do as she pleases. Granger – erm, Hermione – was always like that. She cared so much that she used any means necessary to protect the people most important to her." He paused for a moment. "That’s why she kept your relationship a secret. Because of me."
"Because of your father," Asteria whispered to her husband.
"Either way," Draco replied, "she did it because she was protecting you. Hermione’s told me several times that Rose will risk just about anything but not you. She wouldn’t risk that."
Scorpius sighed and flopped (Draco winced) into a seat. "She’s just … everything, you know? I don’t … it’s something I’ve never felt before, being with her."
"And exactly how with her have you been?" Asteria asked.
"Merlin, Teri! Nothing like that! She’s too important for me to risk even the thought of that right now."
"Right smarter than I was at your age," Draco said as he sat beside his son. "You’re treating her right? You’re being a man about it?"
"Yeah, Dad. She’s everything to me."
"Good," Draco said definitively. "Then go the hell after her, you tosser!"
Asteria laughed at her husband and at the look on her step son’s face. "Honestly, Draco." She turned to Scorpius. "But your father is right, love. Go find her."
"I don’t even know where to look," Scorpius said sadly.
Albus Potter was walking by as Scorpius’ pitiful admission was given. "Sure you do. Where does she always go when she’s hacked off?"
"To me," Scorpius whispered. Then, as if a light was turned on, his head snapped up and his eyes grew wide. "She always runs to me!"
Without saying goodbye to his parents, Scorpius took off running out the door and towards the mountains. He knew exactly where she was.
Miles and Rachel were slowly walking through the Quidditch shop. She wanted to admit to him that she didn’t need to get anything for Rose but she wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Her eyes were scanning the photos on the wall when she stopped and smiled.
It was a picture taken in 1996. It was Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter dressed in their Quidditch robes, all smiles, with Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood standing near them. All six were waving at the camera. Ron would shoot Hermione a look and she would blush. Ginny would do the same to Harry with similar results.
Rachel wished she had known them then. Before they were jaded war heroes (and heroines). Before they were the parents and family members of her best friend. Before Professor Longbottom was a professor.
"Find anything you want to get for her?" Miles asked softly as he came up behind her.
Rachel plucked the photo off the wall. She doubted they would sell her the original, but she might convince the shop owner to allow her to make a copy. She showed it to him and he smiled. "Rose is lucky to have you as a best friend."
"Thanks," she said with a blush.
The shop owner let her make the copy and they were on their way once again.
"I need to be honest with you," Rachel said to Miles.
His stomach clenched and his heart rate increased significantly. He was nervous she was going to tell him she was meeting with someone else. She would probably say that he hadn’t been helpful at all. She would laugh at him for even thinking that she would be interested in a bloke like him.
"I didn’t need to get Rose anything. I was … I just wanted to spend some extra time with you."
Miles froze. He watched – unseeingly – as she took a few steps before turning back to see him.
"Miles?" she asked with concern. "Are you okay? What’s wrong?"
"Y-you just wanted to spend some more t-time with me?" he stuttered. Smooth.
Rachel blushed and looked away for a second before meeting his eyes. "Well, yeah. I mean, I kind of blew you off when you asked me the first time. I was nervous. But, you know, I shouldn’t be. I mean, you’re a great guy, Miles, and any girl would be lucky to have you ask them to Hogsmeade."
Miles stared at her for a moment before reaching out and taking her hand – much more sure of himself now. He tugged her in the direction of the Three Broomsticks with a smile. "And now, for the next part of our date, I will buy you lunch and generally fawn all over you."
She laughed in response to his fluttering eyelashes and allowed him to lead her into the pub.
Kate and Hugo walked along the edge of the lake. She disliked going to Hogsmeade and his girlfriend had a detention.
"So … Al turned your jeans into a miniskirt before," Hugo laughed, no longer able to keep the subject at bay.
"Git," she muttered, running her fingers over the fabric of her restored jeans.
"I think he wants to make you feel more like one of the family," he responded.
"But I’m not," she told Hugo strongly. "I’m not a Weasley. I’m not a Potter. So he can just knock it off."
"Well, look who it is," James and Al said as they approached their cousin and Kate.
"Shouldn’t you be in Hogsmeade terrorizing Third Years or something?" Kate asked them with a sneer.
"You're much more fun to torture, love," James said with a wink as he and his brother reached the other two. His arm slipped around the girl and he allowed a grin to glide over his face. "So, sneaking off for a tryst?"
"Ugh. As if," Kate said as she shrugged James off.
"Lia's got detention and Kate didn't want to go into Hogsmeade. We were just takinga walk."
"Lovely day," Al said with an arched eyebrow. "Perfect for a stroll through Hogsmeade. What's wrong, Spencer? Guy you fancy there with someone else?"
"Not as such, no," she responded tartly. "There's no one in this school that I fancy. At all."
Al's smile faltered slightly. "No one?"
Her strong eyes met his. "No. All of the boys here are either childish or in serious relationships."
"Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun," Al said with a scowl as James and Hugo started backing away slowly.
"Nothing wrong with being serious sometimes either. Though we both know you have trouble doing that."
"Well excuse me for trying to act my age and not like someone my mum's age!"
"You are such an insufferable prat!" Kate shouted.
"You're an old lady trapped in a teenager's body! Bet Trelawney loves reading your palm."
"As if I would take Divination!"
"As if you'd be able to open your mind enough to understand it!"
"Oooh," taunted Al. "Hit a nerve, did I?"
Kate growled in frustration before placing both of her hands on his chest and giving a mighty push.
As Al landed in the Black Lake, Kate scowled at him and stomped up towards the castle.
James and Hugo were laughing boisterously when Al emerged from under the water with water plants hanging from the top of his head.
"She'll be sorry about that," he muttered as he climbed from the lake.
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