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Chapter 1 : Surprise Surprise
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I love my cousin. I do. He’s actually one of my best friends but he is a pest. The minute I get comfortable or relax he has to sneak up on me and ruin any chance of me being alone. So I mentally tried to repel him. I tried to psychologically tell him that I needed space and wanted nothing more than to be by myself. To be able to think and feel whatever the hell I want, without my mother shoving my future prospects down my throat. It didn't work. Albus unfortunately wasn't a mind reader or the giving up type.
Why can’t he bother someone else?
FINE! “What Albus?”
He smiled down at me crookedly, “Your mom wants you to clean the dishes.”
I gave him a dirty look. “You woke me to tell me that?! When you could have just left me alone and done it for me?”
He ignored me and gave me a weird look. “What are you doing out here anyway?”
“Re-evaluating my life.”
“How’s that going out for you?”
I continued my monotone. “It was glorious until you arrived.”
“Are you going to get up?”
“Are you going to leave me alone if I don’t?”
He snickered above me. “Was that rhetorical?”
“Fine…You ingrate…I get up.”
With an amazing amount of effort I pushed myself up off the grass and glared up at my seventeen year old dork of a cousin. His dimples were exposed as I sent him my usual icy glare. Albus was one of the very few people who was never afraid of me….Damn him….So with a great level of disgust, I cleaned the damn dishes manually. I don’t know why I didn’t use my wand. I just didn’t feel like it. Afterwards I went into the dining room. My mother was talking to my Aunt Ginny in the backyard, Hugo was getting Quidditch tips from James in the front paddock and Albus had disappeared to go make out with his pig-faced girlfriend. Everyone was so…inevitable in my family. Nothing they do ever surprises me. Everything that happens I can it see coming a mile down the road. It’s so boring. My bitter thoughts were interrupted by my father walking through the door.
I nodded up at him as he planted a kiss on my forehead. “Hi daddy.”
“How long has Aunt Ginny been here?”
“I don’t know…Awhile probably.”
He pulled a leaf out of my hair. “Were you lying in the garden again?”
“Yeah.” I groaned under my breath. “I still would be if Albus wasn’t a prick.”
“Be nice… He’s your cousin.” He reasoned as if that was a real reason for not being hostile to him.
I laughed dryly. “Okay dad.”
He ruffled my hair affectionately before going out and talking to mom and Aunt Ginny. Leaning back in my chair I sighed and went back to thinking of what a boring, useless life I led. I’ve never done anything remotely interesting. The most dangerous thing I’ve ever done in my entire life was stealing a book. I was five and I thought my mom had already bought it for me. Yeah, I’m that hard core. Since then I’ve been a prefect and highest GPA in my class –I don’t count Malfoy, he can go suck something- and most likely head girl this year. If I don’t become head girl then there is some major…wonderful imbalance in the world. It’s not that I don’t like everything in my life being good. I do. It’s just… I’m so sick of being so damn predictable. I’m not happy with having my life planned for me but I kind of just ...let it happen.
See, I’ve been in advanced classes since first year. Which basically translates to I’ve been unable to have any real free time since first year. It’s occurred to me lately that I’ve always done what people have told me to do. My dad always tells me to stick up for myself and remember that I’m a Weasley. Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. My mom on the other hand, continuously sermons me to always excel academically. James always tells me that Slythern’s are the enemy and that I should hate them all. The problem with all of these things is that I’m obliged to listen to their advice. It makes me feel like I have no personality at all. Does anyone know me? Do I even know me? Often I’m forced to leave these questions unanswered and let it go. Though in the few weeks before my seventh year, I’ve been unable to forgo my quandaries completely.
“Rose?!” My mother called loudly.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes mother?!”
“Your boyfriend's here.”
Great….My boyfriend…Insert excitement here. He’s not mean or cruel. He’s not ugly or handsome. He’s not anything. He’s just there. The truth is, I have absolutely no idea why I date him. Zooey asked me, several times in fact, but I still have yet to discover why. Sure I know the reason I started dating him, but the reason I continue to do so escapes me.
Fine…I’ll move but I’m going to move slowly.
I walked over and stood there. He took care of the rest. “Hey doll!”
I hate that he calls me that. I’m not some tiny little porcelain doll. I'm five foot nine, that's not tiny. “Hi.”
“Is that it?”
I kissed him gently on the cheek. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d stop by and pick you up.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” He smirked grabbing my wrist and flashing my mom a goodbye smile.
He apparated us to Diagon Alley and we walked around for a bit. He didn’t hold my hand. We just talked and walked. Almost like friends would. Did he feel the lack of chemistry between us too? It would be nice if he would just notice this and we would mold into what were meant to be: friends. Until he figures it out I’m not going to break up with him. I mean I have nothing better going on for me….Wow that really sounds pathetic.
“So where exactly are we going?”
“Well I know you’ve been missing the book shop…”
I smiled brightly. “You’re taking me to Flourish & Blotts?”
“Well I know you haven’t gone in a week and that must be killing you…” He laughed at my dorkiness.
“Well, get your cute little butt in there and get yourself some books.”
I gave him a look, knowing he wasn't much of a reader. “And what are you going to do?”
“I’ll find something to do.” He reassured me softly.
“Okay…I’ll try and make it quick.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in a few.”
Searching through the rows of lovely books, I felt at peace. All my worries and concerns faded into the background as I focused on my beloved books. I took a half hour before finally leaving the shop. He would still probably be in the Quidditch shop admiring the new equipment. Walking towards the store I almost got ran over. Here I was with a bag full of freshly purchased books weighing me down and a six foot man bulldozes into me. I should have fallen but he caught me. The words of gratitude surged to my lips, but I halted them immediately when I saw who was holding me.
“Lestrange?” I spat hatefully.
His arms were still locked around my waist. “Ah, Lestrange? Want to let go of me now?”
“No. Not really.” He sneered down at me.
I scoffed and pushed him off of me. “Lestrange, get a grip.”
“I intend too.”
His hand gripped my waist tightly. I glowered at him. “Lestrange-“ I began through clenched teeth. “Let go of me before I beat the living shit out of you!”
“Oooh the aggressive type….Interesting I like that. ” He whispered harshly.
“Yeah.” I kicked him in his groin and wrenched myself out of his grip. “That’s me.”
I walked away as fast as I could to the Quidditch shop. My mind was one tracked. If I just made it to the Quidditch shop and clung to my boyfriend then Lestrange couldn’t bother me. In school Albus and Zooey were always there. Here my only protection from creeps is my boyfriend who just had to be so far away from the book store! I was almost there. Hell, I could even see his messy brown hair through the shop window, and yet I couldn’t get there fast enough. A cold callous hand grabbed me from behind, jerked me into Knockturn Alley, and held me against the cool brick wall.
“You are stubborn, aren’t you?” He accused his voice no longer casual, but sinister.
I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to fight his hold on me. This time I couldn’t do it. He had a death grip on my entire body. “Lestrange! Let go of me!”
“No. You listen to me you little bitch. The great thing about Knockturn Alley is that no one would dare come here and stop me from doing whatever I want to do to you.”
“GET THE HELL OFF ME!” I screamed as loud as I could, while struggling against him.
“Let her go.” A cold voice told him firmly.
Lestrange traced my neckline with his finger, as I flinched away violently. “You know, I don’t think I will.”
“Let. Her. Go.” The voice growled dangerously.
Lestrange swore and released me. My vision was a little blurred but I didn’t wait around. Snatching my fallen bag, I ran as fast as I could to the Quidditch shop. When I got inside, I looked back. And I could have sworned; I saw Malfoy standing at the corner of Knockturn Alley starring at me.
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