I couldn't escape the sun burning my closed eyelids no matter how hard I tried. And considering I had been trying for around fifteen minutes, I would know. The red on the inside of my lids wasn't helping the throbbing of my head either.
"Ugh, James and Al are dead," I grumbled sleepily as I tugged the blankets over my head.
"Oi!" I heard from next to me.
I slowly pulled the sheet down so only my eyes were uncovered, looked to my left, and screamed.
There, to my utter horror and disbelief, was a short mop of disheveled platinum blonde hair.
"What's with the bloody screa-" He stopped once he saw it was me who was screaming and stared wide-eyed at me. I'm pretty sure the look of pure shock and horror on his face mirrored mine.
"What are you doing in my bed?!" I shrieked, "Why are you even in my room?! Get out!"
"Why am I in your
room? Why are you in my
room? And wearing my
shirt at that?!"
"Look around tosser! My room!"
"Oh... right... Well, give me back my shirt and I'll leave!"
"Fine!" I agreed, "Turn around."
He did as I asked as I tore his t-shirt over my head, pulled the sheet around me, and threw the shirt at his head.
"Gee, thanks," he sneered with a roll of his eyes as he grabbed his jeans off the floor, tugged them on, and stood up and patted his pockets, "Where's my room key?"
"I don't ruddy well know now get out!"
"Wait," he said as he stopped mid-stride, "Why was I half-naked in your bed to begin with?"
"I don't know," I sighed, "Don't you?"
"I don't remember a damn thing past the tournament."
"Well neither do I."
should," he chuckled accusingly as he wrapped his shirt around the back of his neck.
"And what's that
supposed to mean?!"
"It means you're part Granger and should know."
"Oh go hex yourself you slime!" I yelled exasperatedly.
The thought of me doing... anything
... with Malfoy was enough to make me grimace.
"Will you please leave now? I'd like to wash the Slytherin off of me if you don't mind," I sighed as I ran a hand through my tangled mess of red hair, "What?"
He just stared.
" I shouted as I threw a pillow at him, only to see why he was staring.
"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening," I repeated as I stared at the silver and green 'M' staring back at me from my ring finger.
"Did we...?" He asked worriedly.
I don't know and I don't care just get it off of me!" I huffed as I tugged at it to no avail, "What did you do, solder it on?"
"That's not mine."
"Oh? And how do you figure, considering there's a HUGE BLOODY 'M'
staring at me?"
"Because I have mine on. And seem to be having the same problem," He grunted as he pulled as hard as he could until his knuckle made a cracking noise, finally giving up and sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Let me make one thing
clear," I said sternly," If we did what I think
we did, I want nothing
to do with it."
"It was probably your
idea!" He accused with a glare, "You psycho birds are always trying to con us into marriage for whatever the reason! Who's to say I was even awake!"
"Don't you blame ME!
I have no desire- well, had
no desire- to marry you!"
"Apparently you did."
"Well, apparently you did too you twit," I growled as I kicked him off my bed, "You had to bloody agree with it."
"Crazy bint," He sighed as he stood up and straightened his jeans, "Well, what do we do about this?"
"We need to retrace our steps and get this damn ring off my hand is what we need to do."
“Well, let’s go,” he shrugged as he let his hands fall to his sides.
“I am not going anywhere without a shower,” I glared, “Especially since we apparently… yeah, I’m taking a shower.”
“Bloody women,” He grumbled as he sat back on the edge of my bed.
I stuck my tongue out at him and grabbed my clothes I had apparently laid out the night before, and headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
After all, one can never trust a Malfoy. The gaudy piece of jewelry on my finger could attest to it. Easily.
I sighed as I leaned on the counter, taking in my disheveled reflection in the mirror. My hair had never looked worse, there were huge circles under my eyes, my lips were still swollen from… ew
“Dear Merlin, why me,” I whined as I turned the knob for the hot water.
America is pure evil I tell you. You end up going to have some fun at a Quidditch Tounament with your cousins- even though one of them had to invite their git best mate- and it seems like you’re having a blasted ol’ good time. But it’ll get you. Believe me. You’ll wake up the morning after heavy partying and lord only knows what shenanigans only to find you’re married to the one person on the earth you would never dream of marrying. Pure, pure evil. Okay, maybe not the last person on earth… but he’s pretty close. Even if he has that perfect platinum hair that falls into his eyes so… ROSE STOP IT.
I soaped up my hair as I thought of how the hell I had gotten myself into such a predicament in the first place, and tried my damnedest to remember what had happened the night before, all while quietly humming to myself.
Yes, I was angry and humming. I hum in the shower. It helps me think.
“Come on, Weasley!” Malfoy whined from the other side of the door, “Stop your bloody incessant humming and let’s go!”
Okay so I had thought my humming was quiet. Either it wasn’t, or it was and he was being a creep and listening right outside the bathroom door.
I’m still sticking with the latter, because let’s face it, Scorpius Malfoy is the definition of creeper.
“Shut it!” I yelled back as I rinsed my hair.
I hate being rushed, especially when I’m in the shower. You never get all the soap out if you’re rushed, and then when it does dry, it feels all gross and stiff, and you don’t feel right until you get to wash it again.
I sighed heavily as I got out, quickly drying off and throwing on the sundress I had, which decided to give me a hard time since, again, one cannot get fully dry when they’re rushed.
It was clear. I would have to assassinate Scorpius Malfoy.
“Took you damn long enough,” He grumbled as I came out of the steam filled bathroom.
“Oh, shove off,” I sneered as I grabbed my purse after making sure everything was in it that I would need.
“God you women take forever,” He rolled his eyes as we headed out the door.
“Oh yea, as opposed to you males who just roll out of bed and throw on the first thing you see, not even slightly caring about how you look.”
“Well, love,” He smirked as he threw his arm over my shoulder, “I already know I always look good.”
“Ew, don’t touch me,” I grimaced as I shoved his arm away.
“Wow Rose,” he snorted, “Now I know, I know, that we did a lot more touching than that last night. So why all the fuss about my arm bring on your shoulder, eh?”
“Do not talk to me about what we supposedly did last night,” I glared, “I don’t want to think about it.”
“It’s quite upsetting that I don’t rememeber, actually. Kind of would’ve liked to remember what shagging the Rose Weasley was like. You were a virgin, weren’t you?”
“Oh my God,” I gasped as I stopped in my tracks.
I had completely forgot about that.
My first time was with Scorpius Malfoy.
“Ewwwwww,” I whined as I stomped my feet and shook my hands out.
“Oh my bloody hell, it really was?” He barked a laugh, “Wow, I was just trying to grate you, but it really was?”
“Shut up and don’t come near me,” I frowned as I wrapped my arms around my waist.
“Now I feel special,” He smirked.
“Shut up!” I screamed as I smacked him with me purse.
He just laughed at me.
“Oi! Whasgoinon?” A groggy James peeked his head out from his doorway.
At the sight of my dim-witted cousin, I lost it.
“You stupid, stupid
boy!” I yelled as I stormed toward him and beat him over the head with my purse, “How could you let me do that you dumb troll?!”
“Rosie- ow- Rosie what the- OW- hell?! I just bloody- OW!
- woke up!”
“How could you let me marry him!?” I snapped as I smacked him in the arm.
“You’re married? Well, Mazel Tov. Wait, to who?” He raised an eyebrow
“Him,” I sneered as I motioned to Malfoy, who was leaning on a wall chuckling to himself.
“Uh oh,” James said wide-eyed, “Well, nice knowing you, see you all another time,” He panicked as he slammed his door in my face.
“Oh stop laughing you dumb idiot,” I snapped as I spun around to Malfoy, “Now help me get in his room.”
“Why should I help you? You’re nothing but a bitter wife who is ungrateful for the gorgeous blessing of a husband-“
“Malfoy, now, or so help me I will turn you into a frog.”
“That would be much less threatening if I didn’t know you could actually do that,” He cringed as he walked over to me.