Chapter 2 : 15 Years Later
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Here is the edited version of this chapter, done by the lovely Hannah.
“Rose,” someone whispered from behind her.
Knowing exactly who it was, she whispered back, “What?”
Her cousin Albus leaned over his desk a bit and continued, "Are you still going through with the plan?"
Rose had to think about this for a minute to consider the full consequences again, but then she said, “Most definitely.”
“You know, if your parents find out they’re going to kill you,” he said discouragingly.
“No they won’t,” Rose shot back.
“Sorry, let me rephrase that. If your mother finds out she is going to kill you.”
Rose looked behind her. “Are you seriously trying to keep me from doing this?”
Albus gave a devious smile and said, “Nope. I’m just doing my job as your sidekick to remind you of your fate.” He leaned back down since Professor Martin had stopped his lecture on vampires. “Sorry,” he muttered quietly
Rose waited until their professor continued before leaning back in her chair and saying, “Thank you, but when it comes to Malfoy, you don’t have to remind me of the consequences. I know what I'm doing.”
“Sure you do…” Albus mumbled to himself.
“What's that supposed to mean?” Rose asked a little too loudly.
“Miss Weasley, is there something you would like to share with the rest of your peers?” Professor Martin said while staring at Rose.
“No, Sir,” she said guiltily.
“Miss Weasley, would you please keep in mind that just because you have already read the entire text book, your other classmates have not. That being said, please let them learn.”
“Yes, Sir,” Rose nodded. Following that was a snicker from the back of the class. Rose whipped her head around and scowled at the pale blond boy smirking at her.
“The same goes for you, Mr. Malfoy.” The professor said in a tired tone, wiping the grin off of Malfoy’s face which allowed Rose some pleasure.
“As I was saying before being interrupted by your classmates, remember that I want your vampire essay to also include the 7 types of blood that can be fatal to a vampire and why. Class is dismissed; now, Miss Weasley and Mr. Malfoy, you may finish your conversations.”
Rose stood up, grabbed her bag, and turned around to face Albus. “I happen to know what I'm doing, thank you very much.”
“Well, for someone who knows what you’re doing, you’re the one who’s going to be late if you don’t hurry up.”
Rose tossed back one of her wavy red pig tales, “That is initial.”
“Since when?” Albus asked, already knowing what his witty cousin was going to say.
“As of thirty seconds ago,” she smiled.
They began to walk in the direction of the Great Hall, “So are you coming today?” she asked.
“No, not today. If I get caught encouraging another fight, McGonagall threatened to leave me hanging by my thumbs from the Astronomy tower.”
“Not to mention the wrath you would get from aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry,” Rose giggled.
“That too,” he said as he stopped in front of the Great Hall. “So I’ll be seeing you,” he said quietly.
“You make it sound like I'm going off to war,” she responded while giving him a look.
“Dear cousin, that’s because you are.”
Rose began to walk away while saying, “I hope you realize, Al, that I have been in this war practically since birth.”
Al nodded and continued toward his lunch.
Rose paced three time back and forth in front of the room of requirements. When she opened the door, to her surprise she saw nothing—no one was in there. Stupid Malfoy. I knew he would chicken out.
As soon as she walked in the room, she felt someone jump out from behind her and lock their arms around her neck. She could feel the tip of a wand piercing into her back. “Malfoy,” she said with a grin on her face, “I thought you had finally admitted defeat.”
Scorpius stabbed his wand into her spine a little bit harder. “Never,” he hissed into her ear. “And why should I be the one to be defeated, seeing as how you’re the one who happens to be stuck at the moment.”
“How very brave to come up behind your opponent without any warning. I’m sure your father would be so proud of you,” she snarled back at him while letting her bag slide off her shoulder and crash to the ground.
He laughed, “My father only knows what I tell him.”
Rose nodded—her plan of escape was coming into place. “What, too ashamed to tell him you have to resort to cowardice to win a battle?”
“I am not a coward!” Scorpius yelled in rage, accidentally loosening his grip on Rose.
“Yes you are,” she said as she stomped on his foot and elbowed him in the gut.
“Damn!” he yelled as he released his grip on her.
She whipped around with her wand ready for battle and an evil smile slowly spreading across her face. She held that same grin as she cursed him, “Brusbert.”
The bruises began to form immediately all over his body as if someone was hitting him repeatedly with an invisible bat.
“You will pay for that, Weasley,” Scorpius snarled at her.
That line created an evil laugh that escaped through the tight smirk on her lips."Is that really the best line you have?" She asked, releasing the curse on him. Circling around him, she continued, "I'm betting your father would find that line just as lame and ineffective as I did." Rose stopped walking when she landed in front of him. She looked straight into Malfoy's silver eyes as she said in a cruel voice—one that anyone who knew her would have never have thought could come out of Rose Weasley’s mouth—"But then again we all know your father hasn't actually spoken to you in years. Unless you proved worthy of his time." Slowly she strutted toward him: so close she whispered into his blazing red ear, "Which I'm assuming isn't very often." She let a light laugh come out.
Scorpius stared at her; his face had gone rigid. His eyes hadn't blinked since she stopped talking. She was pushing him to his limits and enjoying every second of it. Growing redder with every passing second, he could feel his blood boil underneath his skin. Rose raised her eyebrows as if to question what he was going to do next.
Scorpius let out a sharp breath that he had been keeping in. Rose rolled her eyes while she shook her head, "You truly are pathetic." She walked passed him slowly.
Growing more enraged, he started to shake. "You want pathetic?" He screamed with such fury Rose stopped dead in her tracks. Scorpius whipped around to look her in the eye. "I'll show you pathetic." He muttered a curse under his breath that sent Rose flying through the air and crashing into a mirror—wand flinging from her hand.
Rose laid in front of him. "How's that for pathetic?" Not looking for a response, Scorpius look satisfied at his accomplishment. It wasn't until after he stopped laughing that he noticed she wasn't fighting back; not only that, but she wasn’t moving at all. All he did see moving was the bright red pool of blood flowing from her head. His eyes widened in shock, his face going even paler than normal. “Shit,” he said, running toward her and kneeling down beside her body, he laid his wand down beside him. Frantically he ran a hand through his hair while saying, “Damn it, Weasley, I only meant to hurt you: not kill you.”
He looked at her in fear of what was happening. Then in as if some sort of miracle happened, she started to groan in pain. “Weasley,” he said, leaning over her and staring at her in fear.
She opened her eyes a bit. “Malfoy?” she spoke lightly.
“Weasley, are you okay?” he asked. “I’m so sorry I… I…” then he stopped: he heard a chuckling. He looked at her “Your faking aren’t you?” he asked, not believing what he was witnessing.
“Of course I'm faking,” she continued to laugh. “Like you—Scorpius Malfoy—could kill me! That’s the funniest thing in the world.”
“That was not funny, Weasley, I was worried sick. I thought I was going to be charged with the murder of Harry Potter’s beloved niece,” he said in a rush.
“It was funny, and you know what's even funnier?”
“What?” Malfoy asked, annoyed.
“This,” she said, kicking him in the ribs. She shot up, straddled him, and began to punch as hard as she could.
“You bitch!” he spouted between punches. He grabbed a hold of her shoulders and began to try and move her into a position where he had the upper hand. Somehow he wound up on top of her and gave her a right hook that broke her nose.
She saw her wand only a few feet away and managed to reach out for it, barely grasping the tip of it between two of her fingers, she willed it closer to her sweaty palm so that it was in a position that would give her a bit of control.
Scorpius noticed Rose was trying to reach out for something, but he didn’t notice what it was until he noticed with his peripheral vision that she had the 8 inch black wand against his pale white skin. Not thinking, he stopped hitting her and jumped on her stretched out right arm. Hearing the bone crashing underneath his pure muscle body, he was pleased until he realized that by jumping off her left her unpinned and free to attack.
Apparently she noticed this too—even while having her wrist broken—because she took the chance to jump on his back and put him in a head lock. Allowing her other arm to be freed. Willing him to stand, she started to pound repeatedly on his head while making sure the tip of her ring was stabbing him as well. Getting bored, she started to knee him in the gut, which created a moaning to come out of his swollen mouth. She tightened her grip around his neck. “How does it feel to get the crap beat out of you by a girl?” she asked with a hint of joy in her voice.
Trying to loosen her hold on him he said, “You call this getting the crap beat out of me?” As he said this, he made the risky decision to attempt to trip her. Trying to keep his balance, he tried to hook his foot around her ankle; he tripped her successfully and pushed forward: causing them both to fall down. This resulted in a loud scream from Rose and a series of punches and kicks and bone crashing from both of them. They didn’t even notice the door had opened and people were cheering for them until Rose and Scorpius both felt the teachers trying to pry them apart.
Professor Martin eventually gained enough of a hold on Rose to pull her away and hold her down. Scorpius, on the other hand, was being pulled back by Professor Jingle. Once they were far enough apart, the interrogation began. “Who started this?” both professors asked.
Both still with rage in their eyes and ready to pounce for another round of attack, they looked at one another and each said the other one started it. “I did not, you little bitch,” Scorpius said while trying to wriggle free.
“Oh, like I could start all this on my own,” Rose said, and being underestimated by the professor holding her back, she was able to get free for a moment before McGonagall showed up.
With rage in her own eyes, she spoke in a stern voice, “Rose Weasley, I would think very carefully about the next step you take.” The room went deadly silent; everyone was hanging on the next words McGonagall would say. Rose stood very still and felt the sweat drip from her forehead. She knew getting caught by McGonagall wasn't part of her plan, although the more she thought about it, she wasn’t exactly sure what the plan was any more. McGonagall nodded for Scorpius to be released, then continued, “Both of you to my office. Now!” she yelled furiously.
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