A/N:
Okay I just wanted to clear some things up because there may be some confusion:
Rose is not on the quidditch team (she has, unfortunately, inherited her mother's flying skills) however she is a big fan of quidditch, and is a die-hard supporter of Gryffindor Quidditch as well as the Chudley Cannons.
Chapter Four
Cooking Sherry, Fruits, and Family
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“MALFOY! You git!!! Look what you’ve done!!!!” shrieked Rose, poking him violently in the chest. They were standing in the corridor outside the entrance to Gryffindor tower, Rose, was glaring furiously at Malfoy, Her face contorted into a twisted expression of manic rage that Scorpius hoped would never cross his face ever again.
“What I’ve done?!?! This was all you’re fault Weasley, maybe if you hadn’t tried to hex me yesterday then none of this would have ever happened!” He replied, equally as infuriated.
She stuttered for a moment in disbelief; “You insulted my family!”
He let out an unattractive snort, “Insulted? Please I was only pointing out the truth! The fact that your family is a bunch of overrated—Gahh!”
Scorpius was interrupted as Rose roughly shoved him backwards, causing him to stumble and fall. Rose had to admit, it was a little weird seeing the look of surprise on her own face as she shoved Malfoy with all her strength (Which was much more than usual now that she was in his body), but it was worth the satisfaction of seeing Malfoy fall on his arse. She towered over him and drew her wand, pointing it his throat menacingly,
“You prick!” she shouted
Then, quick as lightning, Malfoy kicked out Rose’s feet from under her and she came tumbling down as well.
They both lay there for a moment, until one of them spoke up:
“All this fighting is getting us nowhere, we need to find Trelawney and have her reverse this.” Said Rose, sighing as she sat up.
Malfoy only grunted but got up as well, and they both started to walk in the direction of Trelawney’s office.
Rose caught a glimpse of her reflection as she walked by a window and groaned,
“There’s no way that I am going to stay like this, we’d better get changed back.”
“Well as much as it pains me to say it, I agree completely,” said Scorpius, walking nonchalantly next to her with his hands in his pockets, something that looked quite odd on Rose’s body;
“I mean, I can’t think of anything worse than being stuck in this disgusting half blood body.”
Rose promptly stuck out her foot in front of Malfoy;
I know I said we have to work together, but that doesn’t mean Malfoy won’t get what he deserves. She thought, and continued walking cheerily as he fell to the floor. She smiled to herself, as the sound of his cursing echoed off the castle walls.
They were about to reach Trelawney’s office when Scorpius heard his name being called from behind them;
“Oi! Scorp, what are you doing walking with the little weasel, we have to be at Potions in three minutes.” Scorpius and Rose both turned to see Anton Hedley gesturing to Rose to come with him. He gave a scowl in Scorpius’ direction;
“Run along, Weasel.” He spat, as Rose nervously walked toward him, she glanced back at Scorpius, her eyes pleading; Help Me!
Scorpius shrugged, he didn’t know what to do. He watched Rose and his friend disappear around a corner.
Fuck, he thought, this was just great, Weasley was going to make a complete fool of him in front of his friends. He decided he would go see Trelawney alone, and headed for her door again when he heard a voice calling out,
“Rose!” Albus Potter said, jogging in his direction.
“What the bloody hell are you doing, class is about to start! You aren’t thinking of skipping classes again are you?” He said, his expression suddenly stern.
Scorpius was caught off guard, Rose Weasley? Skipping classes?
“erm...” He started, but Albus interrupted him,
“Come on, Rosie”
He slung his arm around Scorpius’ shoulder, leading him in the direction of their class.
Well this is awkward thought Scorpius, as they walked together down the hallway.
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Hours later, after lunch, Scorpius found himself walking through the hallways towards his, Rose’s, next class. He did not understand at all why someone would sign up for such difficult classes. Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Advanced Transfiguration, She was bloody mental!
Earlier in the day, after the initial shock wore off, and they both realized that they wouldn’t be able to change back as soon as classes started, Rose and Scorpius decided that they wouldn’t tell anyone.
Neither Scorpius nor Rose had ever heard of anything like this before, and they didn’t want to make a big deal out of it if it could be fixed soon (If this got back to their families, it wouldn't go over well).
During lunch, they had exchanged schedules and instructed each other how to be, well, each other. He thought back to their meeting a few hours before;
“And, this is my Ancient Runes Textbook, it was a gift, so be careful with it...” said Rose, stacking another huge textbook on the already immense pile on her desk.
“There’s a test in Advanced Potions today on the properties of Wolfsbane, here are my notes on that, try to study before the test, anything lower than an ‘Exceeds Expectations’ Malfoy, and you will be dead. I repeat, DEAD. Do you understand me Malfoy? Malfoy! Are you even paying attention!?” Rose glared at Scorpius, who was lying comfortably on Rose’s bed, his hands behind his head, apparently not listening to anything she was saying.
“Wha?” he said, looking up at her.
“Malfoy! Do you want people to know that this has happened! You need to cooperate! We just need to keep this up until I can find the solution! So you’d better help!” She was glaring at him angrily, with her hands on her hips.
Scorpius looked aghast,
“Don’t ever do that, ever.” He said, looking at her, horrified.
“What?” said Rose confusedly.
“That-- whatever that thing is you are doing!” he said, pointing to Rose’s hand which was balanced on her hip.
Rose raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance,
“What, this?” she said innocently, making the pose even more exaggerated and girlish. It looked utterly abnormal on his body, and he hated the way it made him look. People would think he was a complete tosser!
“Yes that! Never do that again!” He said.
“Well, then;” said Rose, returning to her angry stare,
“You’d better not give me bad marks then, you wouldn’t want people thinking you are a fruit.” She said smugly, Flicking a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes girlishly, and emitting a high pitched giggle that Scorpius cringed to hear coming out of his own mouth.
“Fine then” he said grumpily
“Alright, “ said Rose, we will meet with Trelawney tomorrow to work on changing us back
He was still in a bit of a shock about the situation they were in. He had managed to avoid suspicion for most of the day, pretending that he wasn’t feeling well when Rose’s classmates attempted to talk to him. Although he noticed that Albus had been looking at him curiously all day. Scorpius wondered if Rose was having any better luck fitting in.
Probably not, he thought, If Weasley could pass for a Slytherin then I’m Lord Voldemort! he thought smugly, but he couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling he had inside that if Rose hadn’t have fit in, his reputation would be smashed. What would his father say? He ducked inside the Arithmancy classroom, and prepared himself for another class. It was going to be a long day.
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“What do you mean you won’t change us back?!” Demanded Rose, staring at the professor in frustration. She hated being in Trelawney’s office, there was always an overwhelming scent of cooking sherry that made her eyes water. The mad old woman looked at her through her magnifying glass spectacles,
“But Alas, “ She said with a dramatic swish of her arms, her bracelets making a tinkling noise;
“I cannot change you back, only until the prophecy is fulfilled may your bodies be restored with your minds.” Her eyes were unfocused, looking out beyond Rose and Scorpius, as she grabbed a flask on her desk and took a few large gulps.
Scorpius then burst out,
“Prophecy? What prophecy?!” He turned to Rose,
“What the bloody hell is she talking about?”
“The Prophecy! The Prophecy!” Trelawney said dramatically,
“The prophecy seen by the inner eye, foretold but only in the last rotation of the earth, where the lion and the serpent affrayed in the halls!”
Scorpius threw up his hands in frustration,
“Oh right,” he said sarcastically, “that prophecy, of course!”
Rose was deep in thought, “Professor, do you mean that last night, when you saw me and Malfoy fighting, that thing you said to us...That was the prophecy?”
“The very same” replied the professor.
They both looked at her expectantly, but she didn't get the hint.
Rose and Scorpius exchanged brief annoyed glances.
Rose cleared her throat,
“Could you repeat it, then?” she was beginning to lose patience with the woman. She understood why her mother had always disliked this particular teacher.
“My dear girl,” said Trelawney, “The eye can only see once, therefore a prophecy must not be repeated after it has been foretold.”
“Oh, well that’s just fantastic isn’t it? Now how the hell are we ever going to be back to normal! And all because miss Seeing Eye, tea leaf reading, tarot card shuffling, madwoman, won’t tell us!” Scorpius shouted.
The Professors lips drew into a thin line, and she said with an offended tone:
“I suppose I could repeat it for you, just this once”
“That’s all we ask,” said Rose, relief apparent in her voice.
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Scorpius was furious.
That stupid drunk professor was no help at all! After she retold the prophecy, which made absolutely NO sense, she just rambled on about Tarot cards, and some nonsense about the Two of Swords.
He was sitting at the Gryffindor table, picking at his chicken, sitting with Albus Potter, a blonde girl who was cuddling the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, Roxanne Weasley, and a few others that he suspected were part of the Weasley-Potter clan.
“Something wrong Rose?” Said Albus, looking worriedly at Scorpius who hadn’t touched his dinner.
“erm, no, I’m fine, just...feeling a bit under the weather.”
Scorpius prayed that this would be a believable answer.
“Alright” said Albus turning his attention to Damien, who was talking about quidditch.
“...so since the pitch has been taken over by Slytherin, I’ve talked to Hagrid and he’s said that we can practice by his house, next to the forbidden forest.”
“But, that definitely isn’t allowed, Is it?” said Roxanne, brushing her curly dark hair out of her eyes.
Damien looked around before responding in a low voice:
“Desperate times call for desperate measures, we need to show that prat Malfoy that us Gryffindors can whoop Slytherin arse without having to bribe people with daddy’s money.” He finished.
“I just don’t get it,” said Lily Potter, looking up from her book
1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi, “Why does he have to act so rude all the time! I mean, Dad pardoned his parents for their actions after the war! Without Dad’s mercy, they would have been chucked in Azkaban, and he would never have been born! And yet he is incapable of expressing even an ounce of respect for us.”
Scorpius thought that this was a bit rich.
Potter pardoned his parents, so what! Because of that he was supposed to prostrate at their feet? It’s not like they asked him to pardon them. Like hell he was going to kiss his family enemies shoes just because The Boy Who Lived pardoned them without them asking him to!
Albus responded, “Honestly, the bloke is an arrogant arsehole, just like his father.”
Scorpius put his fork down a little too forcefully, causing all eyes to turn to him.”
Do they have any idea what my father has been through!?
The blonde girl smiled mischievously,
“I’m sure Rose has a few things to say about Malfoy.” She said, turning to face Scorpius.
They all looked at him expectantly.
“Erm, yeah, Malfoy, he’s so, you know, er, not good.” Scorpius tried pathetically.
The Gryffindors faces’ lit up in shock.
Albus reached up and felt Scorpius’s forehead,
“Bloody hell, not being able to insult Malfoy? You are ill! I’ll get you to the hospital wing immediately!”
“No, no, no! I’m just, going to, turn in early” said Scorpius, getting up from the table.
As he walked out of the great hall, he turned down a deserted corridor and leant against the cool stone wall. A mixture of anger, confusion and frustration welled up inside of him, ready to burst.
How dare they talk about his Father like that! His father was a great man, yes, he had made some mistakes in his life, but who hadn’t? Lord Voldemort was unstoppable at the time, and his choices had already been made for him.
He thought back to something the younger Potter had said;
“Without Dad’s mercy, they would have been chucked in Azkaban, and he would never have been born! And yet he is incapable of expressing even an ounce of respect for us!”
He felt an unwilling pang of guilt in his stomach. She was right, he had never given them any respect, but how could he? He knew how his father felt about the Potter-Weasleys. He had been told many stories growing up of his father’s days at school:
-The time Hermione Granger had punched his father in his face,
-That time Potter’s friend, the big oaf Hagrid, had unleashed his horrible beast on his father, breaking his arm.
-The time Potter got him transfigured into a ferret,
-How Potter got Scorpius’s grandfather, Lucius, sent to Azkaban, leaving his wife, Scorpius’s grandmother Narcissa, to spend many nights weeping alone in the Manor while his father was at school.
He didn’t know how to feel, he just wanted to be, respected. Judged for who he is, not who his father was. He wanted to make his own choices, choose his own path, unlike his father, who was bitter from the war, who had had his loyalties planned out for him.
But also, he wanted to make his father proud, to see him beam with pride at Scorpius, to uphold the honor of the Malfoy name.
He thought of how he had always envied the Potter-Weasley clan. And how they were all born with tons of loving, close family, and cousins and siblings to play with.
Scorpius had no siblings. His only cousins being on his Mother’s side, and Aunt Daphne’s three-year-old daughters hardly counted as companions in his mind.
Scorpius’s head was spinning; the events of the past hours had turned his world upside down.
He sighed, resting his forehead on his knees.
He was hopelessly conflicted.
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