Rose Weasley still couldn’t understand. It didn’t make the slightest bit of sense why she would hate someone she barely knew. Nobody ever told her to…but her father had implied it once. But as she sat in the back of the library the answer wouldn’t come to her.
She thought of what Albus would say. He wouldn’t get it at all, would he? He would jump to conclusions, what with everything his father had told him on the subject. He would probably even tell on her for thinking differently from everyone in her family. But what on Earth should she do? She couldn’t shake the feeling.
Before Rose knew what she was doing, she pulled out a piece of parchment and quickly scribbled a letter to her aunt.
Dear Aunt Ginny,
I’ve been feeling really confused lately. There’s this boy I really like. He’s charming, sweet, and extremely good looking but I know that if I were to be with him it would upset everyone I love, and I don’t want that. I would like to get to know him better but I’m nervous about what might happen if I do. I always know I can come to you with anything and I know this all may be confusing but I just need your objective input.
Thanks! And Love Always,
Aunt Ginny always knew what to do. She had the answer for everything… but did she have the answer to this?
Rose startled when she heard the chair in front of her scrape back loudly against the marble floors. “Oi!” she gasped, her hand flying to her heart in alarm.
“Relax, Rosie, Darling,” Scorpius smirked.
She glared at him before scanning her eyes across the library. “Shut up. I told you not to call me Rosie Darling. It’s annoying.”
Scorpius sat down smoothly in the chair and gave her an amused look. “Potter isn’t here. I don’t even think he knows where the library is…”
“He does,” Rose said with little certainty. “Do you have the books we need?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do,” Scorpius said as he pulled three leather bound books out of his bag.
Rose sighed. “Thank Merlin. I was afraid someone had already checked them out.”
Rose slid one of the books toward her uneasily and opened it. She scanned the first few pages silently when out of nowhere, a pale hand reached over and grabbed the parchment she was writing a letter on earlier. Reflexively, her had shot out and grabbed the hand.
“Drop it, Malfoy,” she growled.
“What is it, Rosie? A love letter?”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Yes, to my darling Aunt.”
“Oh, Rosie,” he teased, not letting go of the letter. “It is a love letter, isn’t it?”
“No, it is not. Now let it go Snake,” she hissed.
Scorpius set his lips in a firm line. She knew he hated it when she called him that. “Rosalie,” he said in a low, harsh voice.
Rose automatically let go of the letter, and he slid it to himself and unfolded it. His steely eyes read through it once, twice, three times before he brought his gaze back up to a blushing Rose. He handed the letter back to her without saying a word and opened his own book and perused it.
“That’s it?” Rose asked in a small voice. “You’re not going to say anything?”
Scorpius looked back up at her with a strange expression on his face. She thought it looked like hurt with a twinge of jealousy, but she could have been wrong. He shrugged and turned the page he was reading slowly. The sound of the paper moving against the next page was the only smooth sound around them- the only sound in the whole room.
“What is there to say?” he asked coolly.
Rose bit her lip and instinctively brought her auburn hair around her shoulders, letting the tresses fall down to her waist. She nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and sat there. Scorpius knew that she was apprehensive the moment she hid behind her hair. It was an annoying little habit she had. But he found it cute.
“Scorpius,” she mumbled. “I-”
He held up a hand. “It’s okay. Why should I care?”
She looked at him, confused. “What do you mean why should you care?” she practically yelled. “How could you not care?”
He cocked his head to the side and gave her a quizzical look. “Should I care?”
Rose laughed shakily. “Oh, Merlin,” she muttered to herself.
Rose sighed and rested her chin on her hand, looking up at Scorpius through her russet colored lashes that practically kissed her cheeks when she blinked- they were so long. She sighed in playful frustration.
It was obvious at that moment to Rose that Scorpius had misinterpretted the letter, thinking it was about someone else when in fact, Scorpius was the reason she was so confused. She had felt this way for a while now.
“Scorpius, sweetheart,” she smiled. “Is there confusion between us?”
“I believe so Rosie, darling,” he chuckled.
She sighed again and the breath that she let out caused her bangs to flutter up momentarily and fall back in front of her golden eyes.
“Rosalie Weasley,” Scorpius started, shaking his head in disbelief. “I think I’m falling in love with you…”
“Rose! There you are!” a voice shouted through the rows of bookshelves. Rose jumped up from her seat and shoved the book Scorpius gave her in his face, shooing him away. He stared at her in hurt disbelief but got up anyway and disappeared among the bookshelves.
“Al!” Rose gasped. “Hi!”
Albus gave her a peculiar look. He took in her flushed cheeks and frenzied eyes and noticed that she was hopping slightly from foot to foot.
“What are you doing? What’s wrong?” he asked slowly, looking around where they stood.
She looked around, too. “What? Nothing! Nothings wrong,” she said quickly, wringing her hands.
“Okay,” Albus said slowly. “Anyways, what are you doing here? You were supposed to meet me at Hagrid’s twenty minutes ago.”
Rose gasped in alarm. “That was today? Oh, I’m so sorry, Al. I lost track of time. I was studying, and I had a project, and-”
“Calm down, Rose. Relax,” he soothed, scanning the area again with his sharp green eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, yes. I’m fine!” she answered, a little hysterically, waving her hand around as if to dismiss the whole situation.
Al shook his head but shrugged. “Whatever you say, Rose. I’ll see you at dinner then.”
“Bye!” Rose said, waving weakly and falling back into her chair in relief. She lifted her head and looked around the bookshelves. Not even a ghost was floating around. She sighed and cursed Albus silently as she put her books away, swinging her bag over her shoulder and heading towards the doors.
“I love you, too,” she whispered as she passed the rows of leather bound tomes on her way out of the library, hoping that Scorpius was there to hear her.
Rose walked into the great hall with her head in the clouds. She couldn’t get herself to concentrate for the life of her. In Charms, earlier that day, she had accidentally turned Sailor Longbottom’s head into a bubble when she waved her wand dreamily around. Professor Flitwick took ten points from Gryffindor for that one but gave them back when Rose quickly corrected the mistake on her own.
Rose dropped her bag on the bench and stood there looking at all the food piled high on Hugo’s plate. He was just a fifth year but he sure was growing. Rose sat down across from him, but he didn’t even look up from his food. Rose sighed and started picking at her mashed potatoes, not really finding her appetite at all. She must have looked extremely peculiar because just then Hugo decided to be observant and scrutinize his sister.
“What’s up Rose?” he asked with a mouth full of food.
Rose blinked and looked up at her little brother. He gave her a worried look and motioned to her full plate. She looked down at it and sighed. “ Not really hungry, I guess. I had a big lunch,” she lied. She had actually spent her lunch in the library.
Hugo shrugged and resumed eating. Rose put her fork down and stood up. There was really no point in being in the Great Hall. But just as she was about to leave, the heavy oak doors to the Great Hall burst open and a fuming Albus stormed into the room looking dead at Rose. She stumbled back as he quickly approached her, but he got to her quickly and grabbed her by her arm, dragging her out, and leaving a hushed silence in their wake.
“What the-” Rose gasped, thinking through every possibility that could cause Albus to be this angry. She could only come up with one and she shuddered.
When they had reached the alcove under the stairs, Albus finally stopped and pushed her up against the wall. His green eyes were livid. Rose kept quiet.
“What’s this I here about a certain red head Gryffindor and a snake?” he hissed. Rose’s eyes rounded in horror.
“Wh- what?” she asked shakily.
“Don’t play dumb Rose! You and that little slime ball Storm!”
“Storm?” Rose laughed with relief. “Storm Zabini?”
Albus gave her a shrewd look. “Yes, Storm Zabini. Is it true, then?”
Rose rolled her eyes. “No, of course it’s not! How could you even think that?”
She would have been furious with Albus for jumping to conclusions had she not been so relieved that he didn’t suspect her and Scorpius. Albus let go of her arm and stepped back, looking down at the floor, ashamed.
“Rose, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “It’s just that Zabini-”
Rose’s eyes flashed. “What did he say?”
Al looked back up at Rose and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.” Albus readjusted his book bag and started stalking away from Rose.
“Al, tell me! I want to know!” she called out as he walked away from her. She sighed in frustration and pushed herself off of the wall and headed back to the Great Hall to get her bag.
Rose was passing the broom cupboard about twenty feet away from the Great Hall’s doors when it happened. An arm swept out from behind the closet doors and wrapped around her waist, dragging her in. The doors closed and left a blinding darkness in the cramped space.
“Lumos,” a deep voice muttered.
Rose blinked when the sudden light glowed right in front of her eyes. Scorpius lowered his wand.
“Hi, there,” he smiled.
“Hello,” Rose murmured, looking anywhere but at Scorpius.
“Should I be flattered by that charming blush?” he teased, lightly touching her face.
Rose looked up and scowled. “What has Zabini been saying about me?” she asked suddenly.
Scorpius’ eyebrows shot up. “Zabini? Nothing that I’ve heard. Why?”
She gave him a frustrated look.
“Oh,” he laughed. “Is that what Potter nearly killed you for a moment ago?”
Rose’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not funny Scorpius!”
Scorpius stopped laughing immediately. “You’re right. It’s not. I honestly haven’t a clue as to what Storm has been saying about you, but I will find out,” he promised. “Are you okay? Did Potter hurt you?”
Rose startled at the intensity of his voice and eyes. “No! No, of course not!”
“You’re okay, then?” he asked, moving the light from his wand down her arm where Albus had grabbed her. “No bruising…” he murmured to himself.
“I’m fine!” Rose insisted. “Really, Scorpius. I’m fine.”
“Let’s go to the library,” Scorpius said suddenly. “Spend the rest of dinner there. What do you say?”
Rose wanted to say no. That she didn’t want Al figuring out that he was the Slytherin “slime ball” she was actually connected to. But she couldn’t even find her voice as he looked at her with such hope in his silver eyes.
“You have beautiful eyes,” Rose blurted out before she even thought about what she was saying.
Scorpius smirked. “Okay…?”
“Oh my Merlin!” Rose moaned, hiding her face in her hands. “Who says that to a boy?”
Scorpius laughed. “I suppose the beautiful Rosalie does.”
Rose looked up. “You do though. Have beautiful eyes, I mean. And hair…” she said uncertainly. She kicked her self mentally. Beautiful hair?
Scorpius smiled. “Rose. You’re something else, do you know that?”
“I have an idea…” she laughed, running her fingers through her hair in agitation. Suddenly she felt the pressure of the situation on her shoulders. It was Scorpius versus her family. “Oh, Scorpius,” she breathed, looking like she was on the verge of tears.
Scorpius shook his head. “I don’t know how to make this better Rosie.”
Rose sighed and looked up at Scorpius. “Don’t call me that,” she growled. Scorpius smirked. “So are we going to be stuck in this broom cupboard all night, or what?”
“Or what,” Scorpius nodded. Rose laughed.
Scorpius leaned against the door and sighed heavily. “I personally wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life in this smelly, dingy, cramped cupboard with you…”
Rose crinkled her nose in disgust but smiled sweetly. “That’s sweet, but I would rather spend the rest of my life with you elsewhere.”
Scorpius raised an amused smirk to her. “Elsewhere?” he asked musically. She blushed.
Rose grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the door. She opened it slowly and peeked out to see if the coast was clear.