Chapter 7 : Every Rose has it's Thorns
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I’ve always heard that first impressions are almost never true. That did not seem to be the case with Scorpius Malfoy. He continued to be just as aloof and pleased with himself as he had always been. It began to drive me crazy. Yet, every now and then, he would break his streak and say something that caught me completely off guard. He always seemed so interested in my life that I couldn’t help but talk to him about it every now and then, and the more we talked, the more I realized that Scorpius was mildly tolerable. I almost didn’t mind working with him in class every other day, the way he would put his hand on my arm when we were reading, or the way he was always insulting me. I guess you could almost say that I grew to like Scorpius.
And then he did the unthinkable.
I was in desperate need of a shower. I had just been outside with Albus and the rest of the team watching them practice for the House Cup semi-finals the next weekend. Gryffindor verses Ravenclaw. It was going to be a rough one, that was for sure. I had gone out onto the muddy field to talk to Albus, and Hugo had thought it would be me amusing to cover me in as much filth as possible, so he started to throw chunks of mud at me. I had been completely outraged of course, but the little twerp didn’t stop, and soon the whole team was having a huge mud fight. They all got to go to the team locker rooms to shower. I unfortunately had to trek all the way back to the Gryffindor tower, trying to avoid the stairs of curious onlookers.
I sprinted up the stairs to the dorm and swung the door open with a bit more force than necessary. I was surprised to see Olivia sitting on my bed, stroking the white cat. She seemed startled when I entered the room, but she didn’t stand up. Instead she surveyed my muddy body with disapproving eyes and pursed lips. I shrugged and started walking to the bathroom. I didn’t want to deal with her, not with the way she had been asking lately.
“Whose cat?” she asked, her voice dripping with contempt. I really didn’t understand this girl.
“Oh, I don’t know.” I said absently as I grabbed a towel from my trunk. “I think it’s someone else’s that’s in Gryffindor. He comes in here every now and then to visit me.” I tried to make eye contact with her, but she cast her eyes downward, refusing to meet my gaze.
“Where are all the other girls?” I asked. It was not like Olivia to be separated from the entourage.
“They went to eat lunch.” She said simply, not offering any explanation of why she hadn’t chosen to join them. I stared at her for a long time, but she seemed determined not to meet my gaze.
“Alright, well I’m going to go hop in the shower.” I said breezily as a slopped out of the room, trailing mud behind me.
I sighed deeply as I finally got under the hot water. To me, the shower was the best place to think. I wasn’t a shower singer. That would have been dangerous. No, I was a shower thinker. I found that hot water really helped me concentrate. I was contemplating why on earth Olivia had been acting so cold towards me when I heard a shriek of delight coming from the dorm.
“Oh Merlin! That is the most precious thing I have ever seen!” a chorus of oo’s and ah’s followed this statement, and I assumed the girls had discovered the cat. I laughed to my self quietly as I rinsed shampoo out of my hair. Poor cat.
The door burst open and I heard the voice of Molly Geckler squeal,
“Oh Rose, you just have to come see! The sweetest cat in the world is in our dorm!” I was about to reply that I had already seen the cat when I was cut off.
“She knows about it already you dolt. It’s her cat.” Came the voice of Olivia, whom I can only assume had already been in the bathroom doing her make-up or something else of that nature.
“Well, he’s not exactly my cat. He just comes up to our dorm every now and then, and I guess we’ve sort of become friends.” I explained, raising my voice over the sound of the water.
“Whatever.” Olivia muttered harshly. I pretended I hadn’t heard her.
“Well,” Molly chimed in again, “we are all going out to the grounds to see the sights. And by sights, I mean boys.” I sighed. Molly had never been the subtle type.
“I’m in.” I heard Olivia say. “How do I look?”
“Fab, girl.” Molly said briskly. “Rosie, are you coming?”
It really annoyed me that she had called me that. Only Albus was allowed to call me Rosie.
“No, I can’t. You all go ahead though.” I said absently. I was mildly aware of hearing the door slam closed before I was lost in thought again.
Finally satisfied with my cleanliness, I turned off the water and climbed out of the shower, wrapping my towel around myself. I towel dried my sopping red hair before looking in the mirror. My wet hair hung like snakes around my face and I looked rather like Medusa in her lair. I laughed at this foolish notion as I entered the dorm. The laughter, however, was abruptly stopped when I saw what stood before me.
A tall blonde boy was standing in the middle of the empty dorm, where the white cat had been just minutes before.
“So tell me,” Scorpius asked, his voice full of mirth, “do most teenage girls react to cats that way, or is it just you crazy Gryffindors?”
I avoided him like the plague for the rest of the week. When I passed him in the hallway, I looked the other way. When he walked towards me in the great hall, I got up and left. When we worked together in class, I sat in stony I silence.
My friends thought I was finally coming to my senses about how despicable Malfoy was, but the truth was, I was completely mortified. I couldn’t believe that he had been watching me like that; he had seen me in my weakest moments and listened to my deepest secrets.
I had mixed emotions about the whole ordeal. The first had been shock, and that quickly turned to anger. I had shouted at him, yelled at him to get out. Then I was flattered, flattered that he was that interested in me. Then I was scared. Why had he been watching me? Hadn’t his father been a Death Eater? Was he planning on doing something to me? But after time, all of those strong emotions had faded, leaving me with embarrassment, and a dull ache that I couldn’t quite place.
Everyone else was completely oblivious to my foul mood, however. All the girls were busy chatting and gossiping about the ball, and all the boys were getting pumped for the big Quidditch game. At this point, I didn’t really care about either. I was just ready for the year to end. I had to keep reminding myself that we only had two more months. It wasn’t really that hard to forget, seeing as all my girlfriends could do was chatter about the end of term ball.
“It’s getting close!” Amanda was saying as we all sat ‘doing out homework’ by the fire in the common room. “I know five girls who already have dates.” She informed us.
“Who are you going with Amanda?” Geneva asked curiously. Amanda flipped her hair constantly, a move she had copied from me.
“Andrew of course. He asked me this morning.” She said smugly. “Don’t you have a date already Geneva?” Geneva shook her head nonchalantly.
“No, no Albus hasn’t asked me yet. But I’m sure he hasn’t thought to yet. You know how clueless he is.” She said confidently. Nevertheless, Olivia visibly brightened at this statement.
“Well, I’ve been asked already.” She said haughtily. Lately that girl had become more and more self important. “But I said no. I’m holding out for a Quidditch boy.” I rolled my eyes. Could she be any more obvious?
“You’re awfully quiet Rose.” Molly prompted. “Who are you going with?”
“No one.” I said quickly, rising to my feet. “Look, I think I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
The truth was, I had already been asked. Twice actually. The first time had been by Andrew, who I knew for a fact only asked Amanda as a plan B. The second time, it had been Rufus. He had approached me in potions, and the poor boy had been so nervous that he could barely get all the words out for stuttering. Scorpius had laughed at me unabashedly from the back of the room, so I told Rufus that I was probably not going to the ball this year. He dropped the jar of bat wings he was holding and Professor Kirkland had to stop class so we could retrieve them. This had made Scorpius laugh harder, and I had blushed scarlet. Stupid Weasley genes.
I meant what I said though. I thought as I climbed into bed. I’m not going to the ball. Not with Andrew, not with Rufus, not with anyone.
The day of the big game dawned as bright and sunny as could be. I tried to get Albus to eat a spot of breakfast before he left to warm up, but he refused.
“I’m not hungry.” He said, turning a delicate shade of green. I sighed. What was it with Quidditch players and not eating before games? Were they fasting? Was it some sort of superstition?
“Come on Al, one bite.” I teased, waving the toast in front of him. “Here comes the hippogriff, Rosie has the hippogriff!”
If looks could kill I would have been dead.
Eventually Albus and the rest of the team left, leaving me with Olivia and the rest of the girls.
We slowly but surely made our way up to the pitch. The girls were to busy gossiping and giggling to pay me much mind, so I sort of lingered behind.
The stands were decorated to the nines with red and gold covering one side and blue and silver on the other. The spectators were clad accordingly, most of the Hufflepuffs cheering for Gryffindor, most of the Slytherins rooting against Gryffindor. Not necessarily for Ravenclaw, just against Gryffindor.
We settled ourselves in our usual spot. People kept a wide berth; they knew it was our territory. Since we were relatively slow, the game had already started by the time we finally sat down. I could see Scorpius sitting a few rows down with his Slytherin cronies. He was right next to a pretty black haired girl that I recognized as Giovanna Hurdstrom. She kept leaning over and whispering things in his ear. Each time she did, I experienced a rather uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t identify the emotion. What was it?
Jealousy. Said the small voice in the back of my head.
No. I thought firmly. Absolutely not. I was distracted by a loud cheer from the opposite end of the pitch. Ravenclaw had scored. I could see Hugo shouting what I presumed were swearwords. Albus looked determined as they began the next play.
The Gryffindors began advancing, left, right, up, down, swerving all over the place in a complicated dizzying move that I had seen them practicing many times. Another cheer rose, this time from the Gryffindors as Albus scored, tying the game.
Puck flew by with his beaters bat. When he saw me in the crowd, he winked and slowed down. I could feel Scorpius’s eyes on my back.
“Oi Weasley, are you enjoying the view?” Puck called, but I didn’t hear him, I was looking at a very fast bludger that was hurling towards his back.
“Puck, watch out!” I called, but it was too late. The bludger hit his back with a sickening thud and he leaned over in pain as he flew back down to the pitch. He would be out for the rest of the game.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Scorpius smirk. I was tempted to smirk back, but then I remembered what he had done, and I felt sick to my stomach.
I tried to watch the game, but I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was him. All I could see in my head was that day.
“Surely you suspected it was me.” He said calmly as he sat down on my bed. I was trying not to hyperventilate.
“No...No...I didn’t know. So it was you all along?” I asked. He nodded. I grabbed onto the edge of the bed post to keep from falling over. “So you spied on me?”
“No, I was simply checking in on you.” He explained. I was still trying not to pass out of shock.
“Why?” I gasped.
“Because, you intrigue me.” He said simply. I choked out a laugh that sounded more like a strangled cry.
“I intrigue you. I intrigue you! Is that all you can say?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why do you care? What does it matter to you what I do with my life?”
He stared at me with his piercing gray eyes. “I’ve learned a lot about you, from the things you’ve said. What you think about me...” he trailed off. I started shaking with anger.
“No...No...That wasn’t true!” I cried, my voice rising in hysteria. “I didn’t mean any of that!” he smirked.
“You’ve told me your secrets Rose, you like me...you might even be falling for me.” He said matter of factly. I was ready to murder him.
“You lied to me!” I screamed. “You lied!” he looked utterly bewildered.
“No, I didn’t.” he said in the cold voice that made me so frustrated. “No, don’t you see, this isn’t a bad thing! This was the only way to get you to be honest with yourself.”
I took a deep breath. “Get out.” I hissed through gritted teeth. He stood up.
It wasn’t until later, looking back, that I realized he had called me by my first name.
I looked up at him across the stands in a moment of weakness, only to catch him staring into my eyes. Slowly, he rose and started walking towards me. A feeling of panic stirred inside me and I stood up quickly, trying to get out. I bumped into girl after girl in my haste to escape.
“Where are you going Rose?” someone called, but I didn’t answer. I only knew that I had to leave. I was pushing past people. I ran, I ran away from him and everything he represented. I ran from all of my failures and imperfections, all of my secrets, all things that were forbidden and all things that I wanted with all my heart.
I squeezed through the small opening and started hurrying down the stairs, glad to be out of everyone’s sight. Or so I thought. Olivia was standing on the small landing, gazing up at me intently.
“Where are you going?” she asked me. But I was tired of her and all of her games.
“Move Olivia.” I said quietly. She stared at me importantly. I could hear Scorpius’s footsteps coming down the stairs. “Olivia move!” I cried. She sniffed turning up her nose, and then she finally stepped aside walking up the stairs. But it was too late. He had already caught up with me.
I turned to run again but he put his hand on my shoulder. I wrenched it out of his grasp.
“Let me go.” I said firmly, not daring to look into his eyes.
“Wait just a minute.” He said, equally stubborn. I stared at my feet.
“I don’t want to talk to you!” I cried in a strangled voice. I was vaguely aware of the tears rolling down my cheeks, but I made no movement to brush them away. He tilted my chin up so that I had no choice but to stare him in the eyes.
“Just hear me out.” He said quietly, trying his best not to lose his temper. He looked at the wooden wall behind my head as if searching for the words to say. “I have been an idiot.” He said finally. “I have invested myself in your life way too much. At first I told myself it was because you were a conceited little Gryffindor who needed to be put in her place, but it became more than that. I kept noticing the small things about you. Your wit, the way you look when you are angry. I realized all the things I despised about you, your attitude, your family, your stupid hair, your beautiful face, were all the things that were making me fall for you. And then I made a huge mistake.” He let go of my face and looked away.
“What was that?” I whispered. I could hear my heartbeat overpowering the cheers of the fans above.
“I fell in love with you.” He stated firmly, without a trace of doubt.
I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. I had never had a boy say anything like that to me before. All I could see were his gray eyes so close to mine. My stomach did a flip like I missed a step going down the stairs. I shivered as he stepped closer.
He grabbed my hands and I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could say anything it was covered with his. I melted into his hands, going limp in his arms before I realized what I was doing. My eyes flew open in shock. He kissed me fiercely, pushing me up against the wall. I tried to protest, fighting against it but finally I surrendered and let him take over. I kissed him back with a passion I couldn’t contain until finally we broke apart, gasping for air.
I looked up at his face. My lips felt swollen from kissing. “I shouldn’t...we shouldn’t...” I panted. “We can’t...our families.” I was out of excuses.
“I know.” He breathed. “And quiet frankly, I don’t care.” He looked at me uncertainly. I knew I shouldn’t be with him. I knew it was wrong. I knew my family didn’t want me to. I knew it was against everything I had been taught to believe. But I didn’t care. I kissed him again, the cheers of the fans overhead echoing the cheers in my heart.
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