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Chapter 10 : Take a Whiff
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"The potion you will be working on is…” Professor Lawerence paused for effect, “Amortentia.”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled angrily.
“You alright?” Roxy questioned.
“Just dandy,” I huffed as I went to collect the ingredients for phase one of the complicated potion.
The light hit his face just right. His long pointed nose and chin stood proudly while his deep grey eyes danced with the half-smile creeping on to his face. “I love you Rosie.”
He said as he pulled me closer.
I bit my lip and grinned as nothing short of euphoria raced through me, “I love you too.”
He chuckled, “It seems like it took forever to get here.”
“I know what you mean,” I whispered as I leaned in for a kiss.
Throwing the duvet off of me, I bolted up in bed. “What the hell?!”
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” a sleepy form rolled over to face me. It was Finn.
“You’re not my husband!” I shouted.
“Well then I don’t see why people refer to you as Mrs. McGough,” he laughed, thinking he was funny.
“No,” I demanded, “People refer to me as Mrs. Malfoy.” I said, stressing the last name.
“But honey, don’t you remember your Christmas present?”
“My what?” I was confused. This was just too wierd.
“Your Christmas present,” he pointed to my bedside table. In a large, cloudy jar was a beautiful head of blonde hair and empty grey eyes.
I screamed so hard it felt as if my lungs would burst.
“Rosie?” Scorpius’s head asked through the jar, “Are you okay?”
I continued to scream, even after everything went black. I felt a strong hand shake my shoulders, but I refused to open my eyes. “Rose!” the head shouted again.
“Go away!” I yelled, “Finn I swear to Merlin I’ll kill you if you don’t go away!”
“Rose, come on it’s me, Scorpius.”
“No it’s not, you’re just a floating head!”
“Rosie, come on. Open your eyes.”
I slowly peaked out of one eye and saw Scorpius looking down at me, worried. “Holey Merlin, you’re alive,” I breathed, reaching out to touch his neck, “And your head is attached.”
He chuckled, “Of course it is Rose.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and sunk into his chest in a half-hug. “I’m just so happy you’re alive.”
“That bad of a nightmare, huh?”
“Oh Merlin Scorp, you have no idea.”
“From your screaming, I’ll bet I could guess.”
I nodded, “What time is it?”
“Just about time to go down to breakfast,” he answered, “You want to go?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “I’ll be down in a bit.” He grinned and left. Shaking off the nightmare,
I got dressed and headed down to breakfast.
“Woah Rose, you look like shit.”
“Roxy!” April reprimanded.
“Well she’s right. What the hell happened?” Leila asked.
“Just a nightmare is all,” I shrugged.
“Again?” April asked worriedly, “That’s like your tenth one this month.”
Since the day Professor Lawerence had set the Amortentia project I wasn’t able to get through an entire night without waking up in a cold sweat at least once. At first, visions of the three missing wizard children being tortured would flash past my eyes. Then I saw their parents’ bodies strewn on the cold concrete. Lastly, I’d begun to have horribly vivid dreams of my family and friends. Hugo suggested I write to dad, but I don’t see the point. It would be stupid really—to worry him and mum with something so unimportant, and besides, I was going to see him in about a month. Why write and wait for an answer when I can talk to him and get an immediate answer? I shook my head, “Thanks for the count April.”
“Sorry, just saying.”
“What was it about this time?”
“Same thing,” I answered quickly.
“You know…” Roxy started in, “I think it’s a sign.”
“Of what?” I was skeptic. Roxy always had these crazy theories about dreams. Some
were about as batty as old Professor Trewawney.
“That you and Scorpius are supposed to get together.”
“Roxy that’s not,” I shook my head, “No. That’s not what it is.”
“If you ask me I think she’s right.” Leila put in.
“If you ask me I think you should pipe it.” I rolled my eyes, “I gotta get to class.”
That night I was snugly surrounded by all of my bookwork. The fire roared as I sung along to my ancient radio, “The rest of summer was the best we ever had! We watched Titanic and it didn’t make us sad!”
The door clicked and in sauntered Scorpius, “Here, catch.”
Grabbing the little vial from the air, I examined it carefully.
“It’s a dreamless sleep potion,” he explained, “I thought you could use at least one night where you didn’t wake up screaming your bloody lungs out.”
“No problem,” he shrugged, “What is a problem though is this awful music. What in the hell are you listening to?”
“It’s my music Scorp, you don’t have to like it.”
“Good,” he snorted and retreated to his room.
“Who asked you anyway?” I yelled over my shoulder.
“You did,” he leaned out of his room with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, “You’re so full of yourself.”
“I give you a week full of dreamless sleep,” his blonde hair shook with his head, “And this is the thanks I get?”
“You don’t do something nice for someone and expect something in return.”
“So you can see that when your friends do it, but not when wankers like McGough and Finch-Feltchley do it then?”
I felt my chest heave with the quick take of a breath, “Who pissed you off?”
“Forget about it,” a frustrated hand slid down his face before he walked back into his room.
“NO!” my books slammed back down onto the coffee table and I strode into his room, “I don’t want to forget about it. What makes you think you have a right to say something like that to me?”
“Rose,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I just got accused by a complete prick of not caring about someone I might love. So if you don’t mind,” he guided me back toward the door, “I’d rather not listen to your ridiculous screeching tonight.” With that, he locked and warded his room.
Not a single spell could get by. Halfway through attempting to curse his door to hell, I stopped. Did he just say he might be in love with someone? My wand lowered and I retreated back to my own room. He’s in love with someone. He’s getting his heart stomped on and I was a complete biotch (as Leila calls it). It was my turn to say I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you just use magic?” I heard Malfoy chuckle from behind me as everyone left the dungeons a few days later.
“Because magic isn’t working on this, genius,” I barked as I slowly attempted to slide the green substance out of my hair. Professor Lawerence’s project was going horribly. Roxy added her crystallized unicorn horn before it had turned sea-foam green. As a result, we both left the classroom covered in the explosive green gunk that had expelled itself from her caldron. Roxy was forced to stay behind to clean up the entire room by herself.
“Tugging at your hair isn’t going to do anything.”
“Says you,” I huffed, “Ouch.” I whispered under my breath as I pulled a hand full of hairs too hard.
“Want some help?”
I sighed, “That’d be great.”
“Come on,” he stepped forward behind a tapestry and I soon recognized the familiar route back to our common room.
“Ta-da,” Malfoy said when we’d reached our destination, “Now go take a shower.”
“Thanks Malfoy,” I shook my head, “You’re just so helpful.”
“Would you have thought of it?”
“Yeah actually, you cocky little arse. This is where I was headed when you talked to me in the corridor.” I threw off my robes, being careful not to get any gunk on anything else and considered whether or not to just throw them away. I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my hand threw my hair, forgetting that I was still covered in gunk. “Oh for the love of Merlin.”
“You alright?” through the door I heard his concerned question.
“Just fine,” I rolled my eyes, “Leave me be.” Warm water cascaded down around me, replacing the cold, sticky goo. After washing my hair numerous times, and scrubbing my entire body down with soap and sponge, my hands still felt sticky. It was the weirdest thing. Even after holding them under the water for a few minutes straight, they were still dirty. Frustrated that everything but my hands was clean, I stepped out of the shower to get dressed. Until I realized I had to touch my clothes with my hands.
“Are you shitting me?” I shouted to no one. “Everything but my hands how lovely.”
Managing to wrap a towel around myself, I sat at the sink scrubbing until my hands hurt. The potion was still everywhere—under my fingernails and in between my fingers. It was as if I was wearing a glove of that stuff.
“Rose,” Malfoy yelled through the door, “Everything cool in there?”
“No everything is not cool in here.”
A chuckle floated through the door, “Just wanted to let you know we have Ancient Ruins in about twenty minutes.”
“Whats the matter?”
“I can’t get this bloody potion off my hands!” I shouted, “That’s the matter.”
“You want help?”
I sighed, “Malfoy, I swear to Merlin, if I open that door and you simply point me in the direction of the sink or the shower I will personally curse your baby maker to shrink to the size of a microscopic pixie!”
“Just let me in.”
Hesitating, I finally turned the door handle and held up my hands, “Fix it.”
Grinning, he pulled me over to the sink and dunked my hands into the water. “So other than Roxy’s exploding mess, how’s your potion coming along?”
“Pretty good actually,” I smiled at the thought, “I thought it would be horrible, but I’m already ready to add the frozen Ashwinder eggs.”
“Wow, so then you’ll be able to smell your three scents by the next class then?”
“Yeah, I’m really curious to find out what they are,” I looked down as he began to slowly massage my hands under the water, “Hey, its working!”
“Of course it is,” he smirked, “I, my dear Weasley, am a genius.”
I rolled my eyes, “Not quite.”
“You’re just jealous I was able to do something you couldn’t,” he pointed out.
“Were too,” he chuckled again.
“Whatever,” I shook my head and remained quite for a few minutes. When I went to say something, so did he.
“Go ahead Rosie,” he offered.
“How do you know how to do this?” I asked, ignoring the “Rosie” comment altogether.
“Gracie always used to find a way to get her hands sticky,” again, there was the warm smile.
“And Gracie is…”
“She’s Daphne’s daughter. I used to babysit for the better part of the summer for her.”
I smiled, enjoying the fact that he had a soft side, “How old is she?”
“Five,” his voice caught so he cleared his throat, “She’ll be five at the end of the month.”
“So are you going to watch her again this summer then?”
He shook his head, “No.” His tone was harsh, and I decided that was that. For now.
Malfoy then took my hands from the water and began to dry them. “Thanks,” I smiled up at him. Quit blushing! I ordered myself. This is Scorpius we’re talking about here. He’s your friend and that’s it. Now stop it!
“No problem Rose.” He grinned and tucked a piece of hair back behind my ear.
“Well,” I paused, “It was really sweet of you Scorpius. Not many people volunteer to be around me when I’m mad at the world.” It was true. Even when I was little, every one would just walk away until I was done venting.
“Not many people get turned on by you being mad at the world,” he said with a wink.
“And there you go,” I yanked my hands away, “Again, ruining a perfectly good moment with a stupid comment.”
“Wait,” a strong, calloused hand wrapped its way around my wrist and he gently pulled me back to face him. Stepping backwards, I felt the sink against my back. “I’m sorry
Rose… that was uncalled for.”
I raised my eyebrows, “You’re apologizing?”
Scorpius shrugged, “Guess I am.”
“Who spiked your pumpkin juice this morning?” I asked.
“Fine, you don’t want my apology, I take it back.”
I rolled my eyes, “You are so moody sometimes, you know that?”
“I’m moody?” he questioned with a laugh, “Rose, you were just in here cursing the world to hell because you had sticky potion fingers.”
“So what’s your point?” I felt my voice rise.
“What’s my point?” he yelled back, inches from my face, “My point is that you are one of the craziest, moodiest people I know!”
“Then why do you bother!” I shouted back.
He stepped back, “Why do I bother?” he said more to himself than to me as he walked out of the room.
“Hey!” I shouted and ran after him, “Don’t walk away from an argument. I asked you a question!”
“Why does it even matter?”
“I’ve got to get to class,” he went to leave.
“Don’t you walk away from me!” I shouted again, “Scorpius, I asked you a question.”
“And you’re not getting an answer!” he yelled, “Deal with it Rose!”
As the door slammed, I was quickly changing back into my robes. In less than five minutes, I was sprinting to Ancient Ruins. I made it just before the bell rang to find out Professor Kissinger had decided to rearrange the seating chart. Using this to my advantage, I smirked as I sat down next to Malfoy. Ha, how’s that for a taste of your own medicine? “Are you going to tell me yet?”
“Not a chance.” He was able to get in before the lesson started.
“Everyone, gather round, gather round,” Professor Lawerence shouted and clapped his hands excitedly; “Miss Weasley’s just added her frozen Aschwinder eggs. If you get up close enough, you should be able to smell three distinctive scents.” Everybody moved forward at once while I decided to take a step back. “Now remember, each of the three scents present themselves in order of importance. It is quite common to smell the scent of a lover last. But be careful,” he warned, “You may not smell what you expect.”
“So what’d you smell?” A familiar voice asked in my ear.
“Don’t know yet,” I informed him, “What about you?”
Scorpius shrugged, “Don’t know yet.”
“So Mr. Potter,” I overheard Lawerence question Al, “What is it that you smell?”
Al looked confused, “The Burrow, the smell of a Quidditch pitch and…”
“Fresh cut flowers,” he blushed.
“Ahhh,” Lawerence grinned.
“I knew it!” I heard Roxy shout, “I knew it wasn’t just some stupid little crush! Al, you gotta tell her.”
“No Roxy, I don’t have to do anything!” I watched, frustrated as they bickered about telling Leila or not.
“Why wouldn’t he tell her?” I asked, “Obviously it’s something way bigger than just wanting a quick shag.”
He shrugged, “He’s afraid that she’ll say no or worse, that she’ll say yes and he won’t measure up to what she expects him to be. Either way he’s stuck.”
“Well he obviously inherited the idiot genes in the family,” I rolled my eyes, “Leila hardly expects him to be anything.”
“Looks like it’s cleared out,” Scorpius pointed out, changing the subject, “Are you going to take a whiff?”
I nodded and stepped cautiously toward the caldron. “And you?” I asked before I was too close.
He nodded and stepped forward. I watched as he smelt the potion.
“What?” I asked when a pained expression flashed quickly in his eyes. “Not what you thought it’d be?”
He shook his head, “It’s exactly what I thought it would be.” Scorpius went back to his workstation and I went back to my potion. Inhaling deeply, I smiled as the smell of the Burrow surrounded me. Next, the smell of the library my dad had built for my mum made me grin. It was the last scent that troubled me. “Is there a problem, Miss Weasley?” Lawerence asked, noting my worried expression.
“Um… It just doesn’t smell like what I expected it to.”
“This is typical,” he grinned, “My favorite part of this whole project is to see who smells what. Sometimes it sparks relationships; sometimes it ends them, which is why I wait until the end of your seventh year to set the project, naturally. Remember Miss Weasley, if you smell it now and it doesn’t make sense, sooner or later things will sort themselves out. You’re all about to go in to the real world; you should know what possibilities await you out there.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled and quickly shot a glance at a wallowing Scorpius to make sure he wasn’t looking, “You’re not officially surrounded in surprise a cloud of pumpkin-spice and cinnamon.”
He noticed the direction of my thoughts and grinned, “A surprise to you yes, but to everyone else, perhaps not.”
“Professor Lawerence,” I looked back at him, “You are one of my favorite teachers. Please please do not tell me you saw this coming.”
“Thank you for the compliment Miss Weasley, now if you’ll excuse me I must go tell your uncle he is able to collect the money he is owed.”
“What?” I asked incredulously as he left.
“Don’t forget our deal Roxy,” I heard Al whisper as we headed into the Great Hall for dinner that night. He and Roxy hadn’t stopped bickering about whether to tell Leila or not until long after I left them to go down to Herbology (where Uncle Neville had thanked me for the fifty galleons recently won and wished me well). She discreetly nodded before going to sit down by Leila.
“Whoa,” my jaw dropped in awe once she’d left, “What do you have on her?”
Al mimicked zipping his lips, “Not telling a soul.”
“Do you know?” I asked Scorpius who was chuckling discreetly in the background.
“I might,” he paused, “But then again, I might not.”
“Well you lot are no fun,” I shook my head and started toward my friends, “So when are you going to tell Leila?”
“Tell me what?” she smiled sweetly. Al suddenly lost all the color in his face and Scorpius yanked on my pony tail.
“Ouch,” I glared, rubbing the back of my head.
“Springtime Nargle,” he shrugged.
“So tell me what?” Leila asked again.
“Just that Al has finally found a rebuttal-proof argument as to why the Cannons dominate the Harpies any day," Scprpius covered.
“But…” Scorpius clapped a hand on her shoulder dramatically, “It’s just too good to share today, right Al?”
My pathetic cousin visibly swallowed and nodded his head, “Right.”
“In fact,” Scorpius continued, “It’s so good that we have to sit at our house table today to prevent the odd chance that Al will spill the beans.”
Roxy slowly exhaled as they left. “What the hell did you almost tell her for?” she demanded in a whisper once Leila seemed to forget about Al and his craziness.
I shrugged, “Thought she needed to know. What’s Al got on you that you won’t tell?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Well, is he going to tell her?”
“He’ll tell her on his own time Rose. Leave it be.”
“So I’ve got a question,” Scorpius said while we were doing rounds.
“Let’s hear it.”
“It’s a bit of a serious question.”
“Some of the others have been too, I’m sure I can handle it.”
“And it’s really personal.”
“Scorpius,” I looked at him, “Just ask the question.”
“Um…” he cleared his throat, “Last week when you added the eggs to your potion…”
“Yeah?” Please don’t ask, please don’t ask, I urged in my head.
“What did you smell?”
Bullocks! “Pass.” I had just barely accepted the fact that some day I would be in love with him. There was no way I was about to let him in on that.
“What?” he spluttered.
“You heard me, I pass.”
“But you can’t pass.”
“But you passed last month,” I pointed out.
“On what question?”
“On the fantasy question.”
He shook his head, “No, I told you it was Alicia Spinnet, remember?”
Of course I remember. After you finally told me, Leila held it over my head for weeks because I got worried over not being good enough for you. “I remember…”
“So no passing. It’s a rule of the game.”
I sighed, “Theburrowmymumslibraryandpumpkinspicecinamon.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled and smirked, “Didn’t quite catch that.”
I pulled a face, “Too bad.”
“Come on Rosie, what’s so bad that you don’t want to tell me?”
“I did tell you so deal with it. Besides, it’s my turn to ask the question.”
“Why were you so upset about what you smelled that day?”
He shrugged and I noticed his paces quickened a bit, “I thought I liked this girl only a little bit which is stupid really.”
“I don’t know. It just seems like I’m not the kind of bloke she’d be interested in, you know?”
“Mm-hm.” Merlin don’t I know it.
“So I just think it sucks to know that someday I’ll be in love with her and she won’t reciprocate.”
“So what’s her name?” I prodded.
He shook his head, “Nope. It’s your turn to answer a question.”
“What are you doing after we graduate in a few weeks?”
“Oh goodness,” I laughed, “How much time do we have?”
“Well, I thought I wanted to be a healer, but then I realized I have too much of a temper to deal with people on that level.”
“Alright,” he encouraged me to go on.
“And I know I would fail as an Auror and that I would never want to work at the Ministry even though I could get a job there in a heartbeat.”
“The last thing I want is a job based on who my parents are, but that means practically cutting magic out of my life and I definitely don’t want to do that. So here I am with absolutely no idea what I am going to do. I don’t even know where I’m going to live! Roxy’s already got plans to go live with her aunt for a few years, April got accepted into this wizard relief project all the way down in Kenya, and Leila knows she’s going to Healer training in the fall.”
“What about the Quibbler?”
“What about it?”
“Well, why don’t you go work there? You hardly go anywhere without the latest edition under your arm, and you’re always saying that people need to be more informed, why not be the one to inform them?”
I shrugged, “Never thought about it I guess.”
“You’d be good at it,” he offered as we reached the last floor to patrol.
“Thanks,” I looked down at my shoes and thanked Merlin it was dark enough to hide my Weasley blush. “So what about you Scorpius, are you still thinking of becoming an auror?”
He nodded, “Yeah I am. I actually submitted my application and got in to the Academy already.”
“Congratulations,” I said excitedly, “When did you find out?”
He shrugged, “About a month ago.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
Again with the shrug, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
“It’s a huge deal Scorpius, especially now. My dad said that with the Equalizers threatening to infiltrate the Ministry they’ve dropped their new recruits’ number down from thirty to fifteen.”
“Really?” he asked, “I hadn’t heard that.”
I nodded, “It definitely says something that you can get in with the odds are that high.”
“Thanks.” We walked in comfortable silence for a while until he decided to press more about that damned potion. “So what was the last scent you had when you smelt your potion?”
“Ugh,” I threw my hands in the air, “Can’t we just drop that?”
“Nope,” he grinned, “I want to know what’s so bad that you won’t tell me.”
“Don’t we usually stop the questions once we get back to the common room?” I asked, flopping down on the couch in front of the welcoming fire.
“But we don’t have classes or Quidditch tomorrow,” he pointed out, “Why not use it to our advantage?”
“Fine,” I sat up to face him, “Just be aware that you might not like the answers to the questions you ask.”
“I’ve been aware of that since we started,” Scorpius drawled, “Now answer the question.”
“Pumpkin-spice and cinnamon was the last thing I smelt.”
“So do you know who it is or is it a mystery man?”
“I know who he is.” I nodded quickly and turned the conversation back on him, “What was your last scent?”
“Citrus,” he said like it was no big deal, “So who smells like pumpkin-spice and cinnamon?”
I raised my eyebrows, “Are you going to tell me who smells like citrus?”
“Well there you go,” I attempted a smirk.
“Rosie,” he pulled Al’s classic puppy-dog face as he moved to sit on the couch next to me, “Please tell me who your lover is.”
“Will you at least describe him?”
“Maybe,” I paused, “But only if you describe yours too.” I don’t know which was worse—him describing me or him not describing me, but I decided I wanted to know.
“Fine,” he ran a hand through his hair, “Does he play Quidditch?”
“A little bit,” I eluded. “Does she?”
“No,” he chuckled, “She won’t even touch a broom let alone fly it.”
“Oh.” Coincidences do happen. There are loads of girls here that don't play.
“How much do you know about him?”
“Not too much I guess. Sometimes I feel like he won’t let me know him, you know? Like he’s got something he’s afraid of or ashamed of and doesn’t want to share.”
“Would it make a difference if he did share?”
I nodded and looked Scorpius in the eyes, “Yes. Sharing things like that only make a relationship stronger.”
“And if it was something horrid?” his voice was low.
“See, that’s the problem. I think he thinks what ever he’s hiding is so terrible that I’ll run screaming to my dad. Also, I think he’s ashamed of what he’s hiding.”
“Why does it bother you so much?”
I bit my lip, considering what I was about to say, “I think… it bothers me because I trust him with my whole heart, you know? If he came up to me and said, ‘Rose, Equalizers are coming for you, give up your magic and go into hiding.’ I would do it.” Wow. I don’t even think I knew I felt so strongly.
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t think he trusts me that much.” Watching the flames dance around the cool bricks, I faced him again, “So back to your mystery girl. Is she our age?”
“Yeah,” I watched as his sweet smile appeared again.
“You’re really in to her,” I teased.
From the firelight I thought I picked up a faint pink spreading across his cheeks and forehead, “How can you tell?”
“That’s your sweet smile,” I pointed out, “You get it every time you talk Daphne or Gracie or your mum. I’ve figured out it’s when you care about someone a lot.”
“Wow,” he grinned, “That was borderline stalker behavior.”
“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes.
“So this guy, does he know you’re a crazy stalker?”
“I am not a stalker,” I laughed, “He might think I’m crazy though.”
“Well that’s like the whole school. Way to narrow it down Rosie.”
“And that counts as your question. What kind of music does she like?”
“Good one, um… she likes some of the same stuff I like, which is good because otherwise we’d have a problem. Some of the other stuff she listens to though… well if anything comes out of this whole potion rubbish then we’ll just have to fix that.”
“Poor girl probably doesn’t even see it coming that her music collection is going to be whipped out due to her lover’s selfishness and bad taste.”
“Hey,” he argued, “I have very good taste, thank you very much.”
“Yeah and pigs can fly,” I snorted.
“According to your Aunt they can.”
“What?” I looked at him like he’d grown another head.
“In last weeks edition there was an article about how they found a skeleton in the depths of the African jungle that matched both that of a pig and that of a bird.”
I paused, “You read the Quibbler?”
“Well, you just kept going on about how everyone needs to be informed about what’s going on in the world and blah blah blah blah blah. I thought maybe if someone read the damned magazine you’d shut the hell up for two seconds.”
“Hm,” I looked at him. Maybe falling in love wouldn’t be so bad. I shook my head at the thought.
“I’ll bet your mystery man doesn’t read the Quibbler,” he challenged.
“I’ll bet he does,” I answered, imitating a toddler. “And I’ll bet he knows my favorite food and muggle movie and band and everything.”
“So he’s a stalker too then?”
I hit him playfully on the arm, “He is not a stalker.”
“So how does he know so much?”
I shrugged, “We’re just really good friends, I guess.”
“So do I know him?”
“I’m not answering that, it’s my turn. What would a date with her be like?”
His brow furrowed, “I’m not sure. Maybe I’d take her to meet Daphne and Gracie; I think she’d like that. Daphne owns a muggle music store which is perfect since she loves music. Then I’d take her somewhere private, like a beach or the mountains. I’d probably then do something ridiculously cheesy like tell her I love her over a candlelit picnic or something.”
I felt my facial expression soften, “That’s not cheesy at all.”
“You think she’d like it?”
“I don’t know how anyone couldn’t.”
Waking up to the warm, safe smell of cinnamon and pumpkin-spice was absolutely amazing. Falling back into the warm embrace, I’d never felt more tranquil and happy in my entire life. That is, until I opened my eyes. “Shit,” I whispered as I took in the sleeping form of Scorpius Malfoy and then at my fully clothed body, “Oh thank Merlin.” Quickly reliving last night’s events I was both euphoric and upset that we’d talked so in-depth about everything without meaning anything to the other person. I needed coffee and I needed it just then. Thank Merlin the Great Hall was open later on Sunday mornings.
“Hugh,” I said to my brother as I eyed the fresh coffee and scones, “You know what I’ve decided?”
“What Rose?” I could tell he was humoring me and I loved him for it.
“Coffee is a girl’s best friend,” I said taking a sip and mumbling to myself, “Especially after waking up next to someone you really aren’t supposed to wake up next to.”
“What?” he deadpanned and all of the color drained from his head down to his toes with the exception of his ears, which were turning the tell-tale Weasley red.
“Oh jeez, not like that,” I laughed, “You can calm down Hugh, nothing happened.” Finally, he relaxed causing me to laugh even more, “You look like dad when you do that.”
“Well somebody has to protect your honor!” he exclaimed.
“Hugo,” I laughed, “Did you really just pull the ‘protect your honor’ bit?”
“Well,” he said shortly.
“Well nothing Hugh, and from what I hear it’s your honor that needs protecting much more than mine.”
He grinned devilishly and turned his head to wink at a girl sitting behind me, “Don’t I know it.”
I rolled my eyes, “You’re ridiculous.”
“Thanks Rose. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a beautiful woman I have yet to meet and school’s out in three days.”
“Good luck with that,” I shook my head and left to find my friends. Turning back at the sound of a hard slap, I saw Hugo clutching at his quickly reddening cheek as the girl he was attempting to “Get to know” smirked and stormed away. “Idiot,” I heard her mumble as she stomped by.
Heaps and heaps of thanks to everyone who has reviewed and favorited this story. It's super cool of you. Also, super thanks to Weezer and my new favorite song that was stuck in my head for so long, I just had to throw it in there. Anywho... looks like Hogwarts is comming to an end which means this story is too..........haha just kidding. There's much more to come, faithful readers!
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