Chapter 2 : Chapter Two: Late
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AN: Chapter Two. Woohoo!
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Chapter Two: Late
For the past two weeks, Rose had been feeling like she had been riding on a roller coaster. Some days, she just felt like crying, others she felt like she was about to burst at the seams with happiness or that she was going to murder someone for cutting up boomslang incorrectly. But then she seriously thought about it; it was only because in a week and a half, she would be returning home for spring holiday. And during that holiday, she and Scorpius had planned on telling their parents that they were dating. To put it simply, she was not looking forward to it at all.
Of course, she and Scorpius had talked about it a month and a half ago, after that particularly romantic afternoon in the abandoned Astronomy tower. It was inevitable that they needed to stop hiding their relationship.
So Rose was emotionally instable and her friends and classmates learned to watch themselves around her, else they would be decapitated. She was also eating copious amounts of tapioca pudding, which she had never cared for before. She had also noticed that she had gained a few pounds, but she knew that the pudding was to blame.
Otherwise, Rose was as fit as a fiddle.
She had kept her promise to Cecelia and put special time aside for their girl time. Cecelia was very glad to have her best friend back, seeing she rarely saw her anymore. Rose had always been in the Library studying, patrolling the halls as part of her Head Girl Duty with the Head Boy, Atticus Wood, tutoring younger students, or working in her common room.
A week before all the students were supposed to be leaving for the spring holiday, Rose and Scorpius decided that their best friends needed to know about their relationship.
Rose had brought Cecelia into her common room that she shared with Atticus Wood.
“Atti! Are you here Atti?”
Cecelia laughed. “‘Atti?’ He actually lets you call him ‘Atti?’ Poor boy.”
“Cecelia,” Rose scoffed. “I can’t help it. He’s always been Atti to me, ever since we ran around in diapers together.”
When they heard no reply, Rose assumed that he was not there at all.
“Okay, Rose, he’s not here. What’s so important that you have to tell me right now?”
“You’re going to hate me,” Rose started saying.
“I highly doubt that. You are my best friend. I could never hate you!”
“Wait until after I tell you, please, to decide for yourself.”
“Fine,” Cecelia agreed, flopping down onto the Heads’ couch. “Tell me. I’m ready.”
“Well, you see, I been somewhat busy, but it hasn’t been just because of school and tutoring and my Head duties. And there is no way that I have been trying to avoid you. I’ve just – I have – I’ve just –”
“Just spit it out already, Rosie!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
“Cece, I’ve been seeing someone.”
To say the least, Cecelia was perplexed. “Who? When? How long? How come you didn’t tell me sooner?”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. There were so many times when I wanted to, but I was just afraid that it would get out and then my family would found out and murder us both and –”
“Rose! Breathe!” Cecelia demanded. “Just tell me who it is.”
Rose took a deep breath and looked her best friend in the eye.
“Yeah. Scorpius Malfoy. Can you believe what my parents would say?”
Cecelia all of a sudden started laughing, uncontrollably.
“Cece, this isn’t funny. This isn’t funny at all,” Rose tried to tell her sternly.
But Cecelia insisted. “Oh, yes it is.”
“Cece! Stop it! You aren’t making it any easier for me!”
“I’m sorry Rose, but I kind of knew that was coming sometime soon. Albus and I have been talking about it. I mean, when it’s you, me, Albus and Scorpius, the two of you flirt mercilessly. Sometimes, it's so awful, Albus and I want to vomit.”
Rose was, to put it simply, astounded.
“Since when have you and Al been getting together? And talking?”
“Well, while you were off “studying” or whatever it is you do with Scorpius, Al and I meet up with each other. When both of our best friends leave us, we meet up, more often than not, to keep ourselves occupied.”
Cecelia tried to pass off the news she had given nonchalantly, as if it were nothing that she and Albus were getting on without Rose and Scorpius. But obviously, Rose caught her bluff.
“You are finally pursuing him! I can’t believe it! How’s it going?”
Cecelia flushed a pale pick colour. (She was lucky enough not to have the horrifyingly embarrassing Weasley red gene, having not been born into the Weasley family.)
Cecelia tried desperately to maintain her composure. She didn’t do too badly.
“Rose, honestly. We are just friends. I am fine with that. But right now we’re talking about you and Scorpius. Not me. So how long have you been keeping this from me?” Cecelia asked, highly amused by now.
“Quite a long time.”
“Numbers Rose, give me a number.”
“A few months,” she answered meekly.
“A number, Rose. The number of months.”
Rose couldn’t stand it any longer. The lying. The truth needed to get out.
After Cecelia stared at Rose for a good three minutes, Rose blurted out that double digit number.
“Eleven! We’ve been dating for eleven months.”
Cecelia jumped out of her seat and looked at Rose, wide-eyed and livid.
“Eleven months?" she muttered quietly before turning on Rose. "What the fuck! Rose, eleven fucking months? Why the hell didn’t you tell me?! It’s me, your best friend since first year. The girl you used to tell everything to. What in Merlin’s name possessed you to hide this from me Rose!?”
Cecelia’s eyes were wild with anger and her hands were clenched into fists.
For the first time in her life, Rose was actually scared of her best friend. She had never seen her so furious.
“Cece, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can say.”
“How about telling me why the bloody hell you didn’t tell me? That’s a good start,” Cecelia said cruelly.
Rose had no idea what to tell her. She knew she had to tell her the truth, but what was the truth anymore? Initially, Rose feared being resented by Cecelia because she never quite liked Scorpius, despite the fact he was Albus’ best friend. (That no longer applied, since they were all good friends now.) For a while, Rose just wanted to keep Scorpius to herself. But a week turned into a month, then after a few months with Scorpius, she was just afraid what other people would think. Especially her family.
“Cece, I was scared. I was scared what you would think, what people would think, what they would say. What you would say. You have no idea how much I value your opinion. And then my family…I didn’t even want to think about that. Imagine telling my parents. Daddy would just throw a tantrum and attempt murder. I just couldn’t do it.”
“Oh my god Rose! Since when have you ever cared what other people think? Never, that’s when! And I can’t believe that you were scared of what I would say! I’m your best friend, goddammit! I am the one person you should be able to trust with your deepest, darkest secrets; the one who won’t judge you at all; the one who is always on your side.”
Cecelia’s voice had a gradually decrescendo as she calmed down. She was quite upset, but making Rose feel horrible wasn’t her objective and it certainly wouldn’t have helped the situation.
Cecelia sat down gently beside her best friend and took her hand. “What happened Rose?” she whispered. “What happened to make you not tell me?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know,” Rose surrendered, on the verge of tears. “In the beginning, I just wanted to keep him to myself, and he wanted to keep me to himself, but after that, I don’t know. We just never told anyone.”
Rose sniffed, trying to will her tears away, but they just wouldn’t have it. They rolled down her rosy cheeks solemnly.
“But there were so many times – so many – I just wanted someone – anyone – to barge in on us in our various secret hideaways and give us away. How I wished that would happen. But it never did…”
Cecelia embraced her friend in a warm hug.
“Oh Rose, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just so shocked and angry – angry at myself for not asking or anything. And I’m so sorry, so terribly sorry. But you’ve got to stop crying. Tears will do you no good.”
“But that’s the thing,” Rose sobbed, “I can’t stop crying. This past week or two, my emotions have been up and down and all over the place. One second, I happy, then next I’m about to kill someone, and the moment after that I’m crying. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Rose tears were now steadying to a slow trickle.
“And now I want tapioca pudding.”
“But you don’t like tapioca pudding,” Cecelia protested.
“I do now.”
“Rose, have you gotten your period yet?” Cecelia asked randomly.
“No. It’s late. I was supposed to get it a few days ago. But you know, with the birth control potion, it’s a little confused.”
“When was the last time you got it?”
“Oh, I don’t remember. I wrote in on my calendar.”
“Well, can we go check?”
Rose looked at her friend curiously. “Sure.”
Rose led the way up to her dormitory and pulled Cecelia to her desk where her calendar was.
Rose pointed to the day’s date – April 18. "See, it’s April 18 and I was supposed to get my period April 16. It’s just late.”
“What about March, can I see that?”
Rose was unnerved. This was so strange. Nevertheless, Rose did what Cecelia asked. She flipped back to March.
Rose studied her calendar and noticed no marks in March indicating her period, on March 16th or any other day.
“But – but I’m sure – There’s no way – Did I actually forget to notate it?”
Rose was dumbfounded. She sat on her bed, thinking hard. Of course she had just forgotten. That was it; she had just forgotten to write it down.
“Rose, now you can’t keep anything from me anymore. You have to tell me the truth, yes?”
Rose nodded numbly.
“Alright, well then. Have you slept with Scorpius?”
Cecelia watched as Rose’s faced paled unnaturally and that her bottom lip began quivering.
“But I can’t be – I’m on the potion and it’s foolproof! I can’t be. We haven't ever had a scare or anything with just the potion!"
Cecelia sighed. She knew Rose hadn't been a virgin since the summer after their fifth year - she had done it with her boyfriend at the time, Devin Finnigan - and she really didn't begrudge Rose that she had slept with Scorpius. She was just asking in order to rule out the possibility.
“I can’t be. I can’t be. I can’t be,” Rose murmured over and over. She couldn’t believe it.
“Rose, Rose, you’re going to have to calm down. You don’t know anything yet. It could be what you thought initially – the potion is confused and messing with you. You could be just a little late. Calm down.”
Rose bit her lip nervously and jumped off her bed frantically. She began pacing, a hand absently resting on her flat stomach. How could she not know if there was a life growing inside of her right at that very moment? How could she have been so careless, not to even consider any further protection than the potion? How could she a mother at seventeen, almost eighteen?
She turned to her best friend. “Cece, what am I going to do?”
Cecelia took the chance to take charge, the role normally destined for Rose. “Tomorrow is Hogsmeade. We will go to the Apothecary and get you a pregnancy test. And whatever happens when you get the results, you need to tell Scorpius. That way, the two of you can plan accordingly.”
Just then, Rose stopped her pacing and collapsed into a heap on the floor, sobs wracking her body.
Cecelia rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around Rose and trying to comfort her best friend.
“Shh. Calm down Rose. If you’ve managed to stay with Scorpius this long, and based on what I know of him, he will stand by you no matter what happens. And you’ll always have me. Don’t ever forget that.”
Scorpius was waiting for Albus in the Room of Requirement. He and Rose had decided that their best friends needed to be the first to know. It was only right. But Scorpius was scared to death. Albus was Rose’s cousin and all Weasley and Potter boys were overly protective of their female relatives, both sisters and cousins.
So, Scorpius waited for Albus, getting more and more nervous every second.
Finally, the door opened and there Al was.
“Hey, Scorp. Sorry I’m late. What was it that you needed to tell me?”
“I’m dating your cousin.”
Al looked at his friend curiously. “Say that again?”
“I’m dating your cousin.”
Al sounded excited for this, and it made Scorpius suspicious.
“Good for you!” Al continued, grabbing Scorpius and giving him a man-hug.
“What?” Scorpius squeaked.
“Good for you mate. Knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. So, when did you get her?”
Albus was taking this surprisingly well. Scorpius thought that with this happy disposition of his, Albus could completely take the news that he had been dating her for eleven months.
“Eleven months ago.”
But Scorpius wasn’t correct in his assumption at all.
“Please don’t kill me,” Scorpius pleaded.
“Kill you? Never. Torture you maybe. What the bloody hell, Malfoy!” Albus cried, very unhappily as he advanced on his friend with an evil gleam in his eye.
“I’m sorry, alright Al. I didn’t intend to wait this long but –”
“But what?” Al asked menacingly.
“But life got in the way.”
“What do you mean by that!? What did you do to Rose!?”
“I haven’t done anything to her Al! I swear,” Scorpius surrendered. “I listened to everything she said and never overstepped any boundaries. I promise.”
Albus stared at Scorpius, trying to make him flinch.
“Fine. I trust you. After all, you’ve been my best friend for nearly seven years and practically a brother. But if you so much as harm a single hair on her head, I will have to do serious bodily harm. Do you understand?”
Scorpius smiled warily. “Of course. Not a hair on her head, got it.”
Albus brightened all of a sudden and wrapped an arm around Scorpius. “Well, let’s go find the lovely Rose, now, shall we?”
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