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Fools Like Me by AuburnFair
Chapter 9 : Son of a Death Eater
Rating: 15+Chapter Reviews: 60

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Hello Hello Hello!
Just thought I would adress a few things that people have been bringing up in reviews!
1. Is this story stil going to have some Dramione?
Yes. It will show up eventually, I haven't forgotten.

2. You have some spelling and grammer issues.
I know. I am in serious need of a beta, so if anyone would like to do this leave me a review and let me know.

3. Is the story going to end anytime soon?
Not really. I'm planning on it having at least 20 chapters :)

Now that practically the entire student body had turned against me, school was not half as enjoyable as it had once been. I was now the recipient of cold stares, cold words, and cold shoulders. Virtually none of the Gryffindors would talk to me, although I did catch them shooting furtive glances in my direction and gossiping amongst themselves. 

“Did you hear about Rose Weasley? She’s dating that prat Scorpius Malfoy.”

“I’ve heard they’ve been shagging all year.”

“I’ve heard Olivia Winton caught them in the act and pleaded for Rose to see reason...but she wouldn’t listen.”

“Yeah, well you know how redheads are, especially snotty conceited ones like Weasley.” 

"What a slut."

"We'll never be as disgusting as her."

Needless to say, it wasn’t the best confidence booster in the world. I could hardly get through classes without wanting to burst into tears because of the way my friends were treating me. Albus wouldn’t even look in my direction, much less hear me out. The only friends I really had were Lily and Scorpius. As crazy as it seems, after a while I almost got used to all the hatred. Not that I liked it, but it was nice not to have everyone fighting for my attention anymore; although I hadn’t really wanted to go to the other end of the spectrum either.

The dramatic change in my social status had left me much more time to work on my academic and romantic life. Since I was no longer welcome at our table at lunch, Scorpius and I had taken to packing up our meals and eating in the library. We talked and worked on our Defense work to pass the time. Our project was due in a week, and we were quite nearly finished. We had already found the inventor of the spell (Jonahs Aliquot) and what it was meant to do. Vincit Omnia Amor was a lot like the imperious curse in that it made the victim completely at the will of the attacker. The only difference was that the victim supposedly felt good about this curse and didn’t try to fight it because they felt a deep sense of love for the attacker. It was all rather confusing, but the only thing we had left to do was write the paper on how the spell could be improved. Though as easy as that sounded, we weren’t covering much ground.

Scorpius and I were sitting on the floor in the corner of the library, our frequent haunt. He was reading a list of something aloud to me, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was distracted by the warmth of his shoulder so close to mine. His hand brushed my knee and I was overtaken with shivers. It was crazy how even after all this time together I still couldn’t get used to him. I supposed I never would. His general splendor always overwhelmed me, though it wasn’t his looks that truly and deeply attracted me to him (although they didn’t hurt in the slightest.) No, it was his innate way of being able to read me like a book, the way he looked into everything so deeply, and the way he seemed to understand what was hidden in the corners of my mind.

“Rose, you haven’t been listening to a word I’m saying, have you?” his voice came in my ear.

“No.” I sighed, resting my head on his chest. “I’m a bit out of it today.” He wrapped his arms around me and I breathed in deeply, bidding time to stand still so we could stay like this forever. I couldn’t imagine life without Scorpius now. When I was with him, I didn’t need anyone else.

As if reading my mind, he straightened up and said, “You know, for a girl who has lost virtually all of her friends in less than a week, you don’t seem very upset.”

I contemplated this for a moment. “Well, I guess I’m not.” He stared at me with disbelief. “No, you see, they weren’t real friends in the first place. You helped show me that.” I replied, trying to push the gnawing thoughts of Albus and Olivia out of my mind.

“You can’t just pretend that didn’t hurt you Rose.” He said into my hair. “I know you and your cousin are very close, and that Winton girl was your best mate wasn’t she?” I nodded slowly. Dealing with Olivia’s betrayal had was true, but nothing hurt worse than Albus shunning me.

“I don’t want to talk about that.” I murmured. “Can’t we just focus on what’s happening right now?”

“No, you can’t just forget about it. That’s not healthy.” He explained. I laughed.

“I thought it was unhealthy to dwell on the past.”

“Yes, but it’s also not healthy to bury your emotions. Trust me, I know.” He chastised, his voice colored with experience.

“If they don’t want to be my friends anymore than that’s fine with me. I don’t need them at all; I can do just fine on my own.” I was too proud to beg with anyone.

“I can’t be the only person in your life Rose, as much as I want to be. I can’t be that selfish.” He said quietly. Scorpius Malfoy was without a doubt the oddest boyfriend I had ever been with. I didn’t understand why he cared so much about me when I hardly ever caught him doing anything for himself.

“Well what about you?” I asked. “I hardly ever see you talking to anyone, only a few of your Slytherin friends, and when people do talk to you, you tend to brush them off.” I thought immediately of Giovanna Hurdstrom, the pretty Slytherin from the Quidditch match.

“That’s different.” He said distractedly. “My situation is...different.” I waited for a response, but none came.

“I just don’t understand how you hardly have any friends, because it is common knowledge that every girl in this school thinks you are positively dreamy.” I tried to hide the tinge of jealously in my voice. He laughed humorlessly.

“I don’t know. I suppose it has a lot to do past.” His past. I had known Scorpius my whole Hogwarts career, his name was notorious in my house, and yet I found that I knew almost nothing about his background.

“What do you mean?” I asked, almost dreading the answer. There was a certain uneasiness about him that I couldn’t place, and it made me nervous though I didn’t know why.

“It’s a bit of a long story, so might as well get comfortable.” He said after a long silence. He adjusted himself and I moved my head. “It actually starts before I was born. My grandfather was one of the most notorious Death Eaters of the dark days, and because of this my father also joined the Death Eaters at the age of seventeen. He was asked to do all kinds of monstrous things, including aiding in the murder of Albus Dumbledore, the man whom I assume your cousin was named for. He saw all kinds of things. Terrible things. Things that a boy of that age shouldn’t see.”

He took a deep breath and continued. “It got to the point where he no longer wanted to be a part of it. He had the chance several times to kill your Uncle for the Dark Lord, but he would not do it. He could not do it, more like. But of course he could never leave the Death Eaters because if he did, he would be killed. Needless to say, when the war was over people were in a state of panic. No one knew who they could trust anymore. So many people had lied about their involvement that obviously no one believed my father when he said that he really wanted no part in the Dark Lords reign, and that he had only acted to save his own life. His father was sentenced to a life in Azkaban, and only by the good word of your Uncle was my father allowed to go free.”

I was completely engrossed in his story, although not exactly sure what it had to do with him. “But even though my father was free, life was hard for him. No one wanted to associate with a former Death Eater. When my grandmother died, he became a complete outcast, a hermit if you will. The only person that accepted him in those days after the war was a young woman. They were briefly in love, but for reasons that he won’t explain to me, they could not be together. It ended badly, and once again my father retreated. When he met my mother he was twenty four years old, completely broke, and alone. She was a beautiful young pureblood heiress from France. Since she was in love with him and he needed to turn his life around, he married her.”

He stopped and stared off into space for a while. “I don’t think my parents really ever loved each other. They respect each other and support each other, but I don’t think they were ever really in love.” He cleared his throat. “All that to tell you that the environment that I grew up in was a different one. You see, after the war, people didn’t want to have anything to do with people like my family. Random acts of hatred and violence were directed at the families of old Death Eaters. These people acted with such hypocrisy. They did such terrible terrible things. I’ll never forget one night when I was five years old. A group of anti-purebloods came banging at our door late at night. My father came rushing up the stairs telling my mother to take me and hide. We ran to the basement, and above me I could hear people shouting all sorts of horrible things, and my father was saying things like ‘you have no right to do this, we haven’t been hurting anyone.’ I just held my mother and cried. When we finally went back upstairs, the whole bottom floor of the manor was in a state of distress. The perpetrators were captured and fined, but I was scarred forever. I had to grow up that day. I never really got a chance to be a little kid. My parents taught me to always have my guard up and to trust no one. It wasn’t safe for me to associate with anyone who might cause us harm.

“That’s why when I came to Hogwarts; I had to be very careful about my friends. Even in Slytherin it was hard to fit in. The parents of the other kids didn’t want their children to spend time with Death Eater’s family. I suppose they were worried about guilt by association. So really, my only friends are other people like me, people with Death Eaters for parents. That my dear, is why I am so disconnected and why I was so reluctant to be with you in the first place.”

I just gaped at him. How could someone so young have been through so much? It didn’t seem fair that he was judged for his family’s actions.

“I had no idea.” I said finally. “Scorpius, I am so sorry.”

He laughed dryly. “Don’t be sorry kid. I’m used to it. My life has always been this way; you on the other hand are not accustomed to being without friends, which is why I think you should try to make amends.”

I wasn’t so sure, but I didn’t feel like arguing after he had just spilled his heart and sole, so I let it go. “I’ll think about it.” I said.

“Fair enough.” He replied. The bell sounded, signifying that lunch was over, and it was time to go to class. I sighed heavily, the last thing I wanted to do was deal with a bunch of hostile Gryffindors.

“You’ll be fine Rose. Don’t you worry about it.” He kissed me on the cheek and walked away.

“Scorpius!” I called. He turned and looked at me expectantly. “I was just wondering if you wanted to, if you maybe, well if you wanted to come home with me over the Easter holiday.”

“That doesn’t sound like the best idea Rose.”

“Well, it’s just that my family is going to find out about us eventually and I would rather they meet you first than go off whatever everyone else says.”

“I’ll think about it.” He echoed my response from earlier and turned to walk away again.

“Scorpius!” I called again.

“Yes?” he asked patiently.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Rose.”

I almost tried to talk to Albus that night, but I backed out. He was sitting with Geneva and Olivia, who both looked at me smugly. I turned to Albus. There was something about the way he looked at me with such hurt and betrayal that I could bear to be near him. In hindsight, I realize that I should have said something, but by the time I realized that it was too late.

I was on my way to potions when I heard the loud commotion of people chanting “Fight fight fight!” My heart was filled with dread and instantly I knew. I ran down the corridor to the dungeons where the large crowd was gathered.

I pushed my way through the people to the center, knowing what I would see. Scorpius and Albus were standing there, wands drawn and stances tights. Albus’s face was filled with rage, but Scorpius looked very calm and collected. The tension between the two was so dense that I could almost feel it gripping me.

“You stay away from her Malfoy!” Albus was saying, “she deserves better than Slytherin scum like you, what have you done to her?” His face was bright red like it always turned when he was angry.

“Calm down Potter, Rose is fine. She actually enjoys being with me, believe it or not.” Scorpius said coolly.

Albus started towards him but a few other Gryffindors jumped out of the crowd to hold him back. “I know my own cousin enough to know that you are a bloody liar!” Albus roared.

“Language Potter.” Scorpius said calmly, but Albus was past his breaking point. He broke free and lunged at Scorpius, wands forgotten. He started punching him hard in the face and stomach, and Scorpius started fighting back in self defense. I stared on in horror.

“Stop it Albus!” I screeched. “Get off him, Scorpius stop! Boys STOP!” but they kept tussling. People were staring at me now. I could feel my face going red and tears filling my eyes. What was I to do? When had it come to this? “Protego!” I screamed, putting a shield between the two boys. They flew across the room and landed panting on the floor. I could see Olivia across the hall smirking at me. Scorpius was giving me that knowing look. Albus looked up at me.

“Rose...” he began.

“How dare you?” I whispered. “How dare you?”

I couldn’t take it anymore; I turned and ran away from it all.

Well I hope you liked it. I just wanted to point out one thing. On chapter seven you guys left me some pretty amazing reviews! More than 50, I felt so loved. This last chapter I only got around 25, which is great but kind of a let down after 50, so I would just like to encourage you all to leave a review because it really boosts my confidence and I respond to every single one. To those of you who have been reviewing faithfully, you rock my HPFF world.


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