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A Perfect Mess by Ronsgirl29
Chapter 7 : An Apology, a Fight, and a Few Scared Children
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Chapter 7

“Scorpius? Scorpius Malfoy? Are you sure?” I ask in disbelief.

“Rose. I’m not stupid, of course I’m sure.” Erin jokes, but I can tell she’s definitely curious as to why he wants to talk to me. As far as she knows, we’ve never so much as said more than three words to each other.

I don’t say anything for awhile. Instead, I stay speechless, sitting on the bed.

What could be possibly want?

“Um, well are you going to see him… He’s been waiting for a while…?” She says after two minutes of me staring blankly at the wall.

Shaking my head, I pull myself back into reality. “Oh, right! Sorry! I was, well, I don’t even know... Yeah, I’ll be going now.”

Sometimes, my level of awkwardness amazes even me.

I walk past her as I leave the dorm and she shoots me the look. You know, that look. The one that says fifty different things at once. (Are you mentally stable? What does he want? You know I’m expecting the full story later. Why are you so weird? Is there something going on I don’t know? Etc.) She is fluent in eye communication. I, on the other hand, just appear to have an eye twitch. After learning how to do that eyebrow thing, I’m going to learn how to talk with my eyes. I will, just you wait.


I whack my head into the door; so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t even realize I was at the portrait. Okay Rose, deep breaths. You can do this! Just walk through the portrait hole, it’s not that hard!

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Scorpius P.O.V
(Earlier that morning)

Will Ryan ever wake up? His snoring woke me up over an hour ago, and I’m inches away from doing something very bad (and potentially illegal) to him. A nice blasting spell will blow that snoring nose right off his face.

“BLOOD. FLIPPEN. HELL. WAKE UP ALREADY!” Tony shouts from his bed, groaning while he covers his head with his pillow.

“Ergh, whaatt? Not yet mummy. Five more minutes please?!” Ryan mumbles, causing all of us to crack up.

At the sound of our laughter he bolts up out of bed.

“Mummy? Well, last time I checked I wasn’t your mother, but I could be wrong…” Tony says laughing.

“Oh hush up Tony. It’s not my fault your girlish voice reminds me so much of dear old mum.” Ryan shoots back at him, causing Tony to turn a little red in the cheeks. But he quickly collects himself, thinking of a good comeback at lighting pace.

“Hmm, girlish?” Tony pretends to be thinking hard. “I don’t remember there being anything ‘girlish’ about your mother’s husky man voice and the light moustache she was growing when I visited you during the summer holiday.”

Everyone laughs, except for Ryan, who doesn’t look pleased. Ryan can be rather volatile in the morning, so I decide to diffuse the situation before it goes any farther.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough with the mum-bashing. It’s too early. I hardly got any sleep with your annoying snoring.”

Now it’s Ryan’s turn to blush, “Oh sorry mate, was it really that bad?”

“Worse than bad. It was like a leaf-blower combined with a motorcycle engine.” I know that’s kind of harsh, but I speak the truth.

He groans, “Damn, I thought I got rid of my snoring! I guess I snore more if I don’t get enough sleep. I mean it must have been 3 A.M when I said bye to Rose... Or was it 3:30?”

My ears perk up at the sound of her name. “Rose? What were you doing with Rose Weasley at 3 o’clock in the morning?” I utter through gritted teeth.

Ryan laughs at my obvious jealousy, “Don’t get your wand in a knot Scorp; We were only together because she busted me and Oswald snogging after curfew. But I’m starting to understand why you like her so much mate. That girl is hilarious, and pretty fit if I may add.”

I chuck my pillow at him with full force. When he dodges it, he accidentally falls out of bed, starting another round of laughs.

“I promise you that my wand isn’t in a ‘knot’ Ryan, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to steal my woman.” I joke, even though there’s a part of me that’s kind of serious. I mean, I already have enough competition for her, I don’t need Ryan liking her as well.

Your woman?” Tony scoffs, “Sorry to break it to you Scorp, but you haven’t talked to her in at least a week. And I believe her boyfriends name is Mitch Collins, not Scorpius Malfoy.”

As a chorus of ooooooooh burn’s and damn he got you’s fill the air, the reality of what he said hits me. Tony is right; Rose is dating someone that isn‘t me, and she won’t ever be dating me if I don’t do something about it soon.

Tony and Ryan stop laughing when they see my sudden mood change. “Oh, don’t look so down, I was only kidding!” Tony insists, punching my arm in a brotherly way.

“I know, I know. But it’s the truth. I need to go talk to her soon or all the progress I’ve made will be for nothing, ya know?” I say starring at my shoes.

“Here here! That’s the spirit. I say you go talk to her as soon as possible. She did ask about you after all.”

I jerk my head up, “She did?”

Ryan chuckles, “Yes, she did. Now stop being a wanker, and go talk to her!”


I take his advice and walk to the Gryffindor common room. I was hoping to run into her, but instead I see one of her friends, Erin.

“Hey Erin, could you do me a favor?” I ask politely.

Her eyes grow wide for a moment, showing her obvious surprise. She collects herself quickly and raises her eyebrow.

“A favor? What do you need?” Her tone is skeptical, but I don’t blame her, we’re hardly even acquaintances.

“Could you get Rose for me? I need to speak with her.” I smile, hopefully Potter hasn’t turned every Gryffindor against me. (As if my last name didn’t do that already.)

She pauses for a few moments before finally answering. “Um… sure. Hold on, I’ll go get her.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Erin gives me a weak smile before turning and entering her common room. I’ve done my part, now all I can do is wait and hope she actually gives Rose the message. 

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Rose P.O.V
Who am I kidding, I can’t do this!

What if Ryan told Scorpius I was talking about him, and he’s here to say he thinks I’m a creeper? Or to finally yell at me for not sticking up for him whatsoever during his fight with James in detention? Or-

“Um, Excuse me?”

I rapidly spin around to face a gawky looking second year standing in front of me.

“What?” I say with a little more attitude and anger than necessary. But can’t this kid see I’m in the middle of a crisis over here?

“You’re blocking-ing the do-o-or, and I-I need-d to ge-get through…” The boy stammers then trails off, obviously scared of me.

“Oh! Right, sorry kiddo. I didn’t even realize; I was in my own little world!”

He murmurs something then gives me a smile that says ‘you must be crazy, so I’m just going to leave now before you get weirder’ and then scurries through the portrait.

Number of young children scared by Rose Weasley today: 1
When the picture swings open I can see Scorpius standing out there, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Merlin. He sure is looking good.

He makes eye contact with me before the door shuts. Oh great, now that he has seen me I have two choices; One, use that good ole’ Gryffindor courage and walk out that door. Or two, hide up in my room the rest of the day and let him think I’m a crazy.

After another few minutes of contemplation I decide that I might as well try the courage route. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to walk through the portrait.

I take a step outside, and Scorpius lets out an audible sigh of relief.


You know what, letting him think I’m crazy is looking like a really good option right about now. I turn back around, ready to run to the safety of my bed when he reaches out and grabs my arm.

“No! I mean, will you wait a minute? I want to talk. Please?” His eyes remind me of a sad little puppy; How could I say no?


I wait, and after a good five minutes he finally speaks.

“Your shoes are really, um, shiny.” He notes awkwardly.

It is such an awakard thing to say that I raise my eyebrow at him. Yes, you read correctly. I, Rose Weasley, rose one eyebrow in a skeptical fashion. I knew all the practice would pay off.

“You came here to tell me my shoes are shiny?” I inquire, eyebrow still raised.

“No, I came here to say I’m sorry.” He stops looking at the floor and meets my gaze. “I feel bad about that night at detention. You see, when James and I were fighting, I saw how uncomfortable it was for you being stuck in the middle. When we decided to be friends, I knew there would be issues, but I never wanted you to feel like you had to choose being friends with me or your family.”

“Oh Scorp, I nev-” I start to interrupt his little monologue, but he cuts me off.

“Wait, let me finish.” I nod my head, letting him continue.

“So, as I was saying, in the stupid boy brain of mine, I came to the conclusion that if I just stopped talking to you things would go back to normal. You wouldn’t have to worry about upsetting James and I wouldn’t have to feel guilty. But that arrangement just isn’t working out for me; I miss you too much. It was nice to finally have someone to chat with in Ancient Runes.” Scorpius smiles shyly with his eyes gleaming. “So, will you forgive me for acting like a git and we can go back to being friends?”

He felt guilty? Didn’t want me to choose? Missed me? He liked talking to me?

Everything he just said hits me like a ton of bricks. This whole time I thought he was mad at me for not defending him, but really he felt bad for making me feel like I had to choose a side. Woah.

I must have had a weird expression on my face because he starts to look worried.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I’d understand, I mean I was a git. I wouldn’t want to talk to me either, my shoes aren‘t nearly shiny enough. I-” His nervous ramblings make me breakout into laughter.

So much laughter in fact, that it’s on the verge of hysteria. All the emotions I’m feeling are just coming out at once. At first he looks a little afraid, but before I know it, he’s laughing too. We look like a pair of raving lunatics cracking up in the corridor.

Quite sometime passes before we are able to get control of ourselves and calm down.

“So, I take that you accept my apology?” He inquired while I tried to fix my now messy hair.

I grin back, causing his eyes to light up. “Of course I forgive you, even if you are a little ninny.”

He grabs my head and ruffles my hair.

I laugh, but try my best to sound mad. “Mister Malfoy! I just fixed my hair and now you have to go about messing it up again! I daresay 50 points should be taken from Slytherin for follicle abuse!”

He mimics my tone, “Oh, is that so? Well then it’s only fair if Gryffindor loses 100 points for your ghastly accusations; I am by no means a ‘ninny’!”

“Fair enough. Hmm…” I pretend to be in deep thought. “I think the only way to settle this is for me to help you write that Transfiguration essay due Tuesday. After calling you that horrible name, it would only be fair.”

Scorpius rubs his chin. “You know what Weasley? You’re right. Meet me in the library at 8 tonight?”

“I’ll be there.” I smile a rather flirty smile. Good thing Mitch isn’t around…

“Till then, Miss Weasley.” He bows like a gentlemen and then heads down the corridor.

Well, that turned out much better than expected.


I’m back in the dorm for less than five seconds before being assaulted by Erin. She’s asking questions a mile a minute; I couldn’t answer them all if I tried.

“Whoa there, slow it down will ya?”

Erin glares at me, “Only if you start answering!”

I motion her closer, as if I have some big secret to tell. Erin is a sucker for secrets so hopefully this little lie will keep her satisfied.

“If you must know, Scorpius came here to ask me to be his tutor.” I whisper for dramatic affect and to play into the whole secret thing.

“Really?” Her voice definitely sounds intrigued. “Why on Earth would he ask you to be his tutor?”

“Hey! I’m not that dumb.” I stomp my foot; no one is allowed to call me stupid. “On the contrary, I’m at the top of our year for transfiguration, so it makes sense that he’d come to me for help.”

Erin rolls her eyes, “Oh, for Merlin’s sake, you know I didn’t mean it that way. I just think it’s strange that he’d ask a Weasley for help. Especially a Weasley whose best friend is James Potter, his ‘arch-nemesis.’ Even if you are the top of the class, it’s still very out of Malfoy character.”

“Well, maybe he’s not like the rest of his family. Maybe. he actually takes the time to decide if a person is good or bad based on their actions; not by their last names.”

Her suspicious look makes me realize that I’ve probably said to much. “Um, not that I would know or anything! I mean, we’ve only talked once or twice…”

“Mmhm, sure Rosie. Whatever you say.” She says while nodding, placating me like I’m a child.

“Oh sod off. Why don’t you worry about your own life before butting into mine?” I say, sticking my tongue out her.

Crossing her arms, she gets rather defensive. “And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?”

“Oooh touchy, touchy. I only meant that instead of worrying about what Scorpius and I may, or may-not-be doing, you should focus on getting James.”

Erin seems like she’s getting ready to tell me off when, out of the blue, she breaks into hysterics! Full out sobbing and wailing; It’s actually kind of scary. I know I’m a girl and all, but I don’t really handle crying well. Anger and yelling I can handle. But crying? Not so much.

“Sorry Erin! I didn’t mean it, I was only messing around! Please, please, don’t cry!” I give her a hug, resulting in a shower of tears and snot to get on my shoulder. Gross.

“Eeehtsuuukayy.Eehhtsmiiiiieeeoooownfaaaultt!” She blubbers, pausing every few seconds to sniffle.

“Um, I didn’t really catch that…”

After taking a moment to calm down, she wipes the remaining tears away and answers. “Sorry about that. What I said was it’s okay, it’s my own fault. James has been trying to talk to me lately, but I’ve been avoiding him like mad.”

Incredulous, I ask, “Why?! I thought you liked him?”

Her eyes grow wide, filling once again with tears. But thankfully there is no wailing this time. “Of course I like him! It’s just, well, I’m afraid.”

“Afraid? Of James?”

“No, not of James. Well kind of. I’m afraid that he’ll hurt me. I really like him Rosie, but what if I’m just another fling to him?”

Seeing her look so vulnerable makes me want to slap James. Why does he have to be such a man whore? I know he really isn’t the player her appears to be, but I don’t want to promise Erin that when it’s out of my control.

“Oh Erin, I’m so sorry. I wish I could promise you that he would never hurt you, but I’m not him, so I can’t. What I can promise you is that if it’s meant to be, then it will work out in the end. Love is funny that way. Even when it looks like everything is completely wrong, it ends up being right, one way or another.” I smile at her, hoping I don’t sound too much like a response to a Ask Merlinda letter in Witch Weekly.

“You really think so?”

Thoughts of Al’s fight with Hugo, my problems with Mitch and Scorpius, and Erin’s James issues fill my head. “I have to hun.”


“You really are a saint Rose. I can’t thank you enough.” Scorpius says for the millionth time as we leave the library.

When I offered to help him with his transfiguration paper to ‘make it up to him’, I had no idea he actually was struggling with it. Funny how things work out, huh?

“Saint? Well I was thinking more along the lines of Transfiguration Goddess… But saint works too, I suppose.” I deadpanned, causing him to chuckle.

“Oh you are too clever. How DO you come up with this genius stuff?” His eyes sparkle and his obvious sarcasm is not lost on me.

“I have a highly creative inner dialogue running through my head at all times. Duh.”

This causes him to really crack up, and his laughter is so contagious that I’m laughing too. During all this ‘frivolity’ we don’t even see Peeves knock over the suit of armor right into our path.



Scorpius and I yell, respectively. (Vulgarity is commonplace in my vocabulary)

Peeves’ annoying crackle fills the corridor. “Wittle Weasley should watch where she’s walking!”

“Maybe you should watch your mouth Peeves. Rose is not the kind of girl you want to mess with.” Scorpius says while dusting himself off and offering me his hand to help me up.

“Oooo ickle Scorppiepoo, wittle Weasley can’t hurt me! She’s weak! Weak wittle Weasely, weak wittle Weasely!” He says whilst zooming around our heads.

“Ha ha, I’ll be damned if I let you insult me. You’re just a creepy little ghost that floats around ruining things. You think you are so great, don’t you? Well news flash ‘Peeviepoo’, your insults sound like something a 5 year old would say, and the whole transparency look just isn’t working for you. Who would have thought a ghost could be so ugly?”

Peeves was livid, and I think he was about to attack me when Scorpius said, “If you move one more inch towards us, I’ll get the Bloody Barron.” He was trying to sound all serious but I could hear the laughter he was holding back.

Letting out an angry shriek, Peeves flies off and we decide to head towards the Slytherin common room before he can come back.

“Nicely done Malfoy, you’re such a gentleman. But you do realize that if Peeves had lunged at me he would have just gone right through?” I smile at him, wondering if he knows he is still holding my hand.

“True, but it’s the principal of the thing. What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t defend a lady?” He says, giving my hand a squeeze before letting it go.

“Ha, that’s rich. Chivalry isn’t dead after all?”

“As long as I’m around it isn’t. You know, I’m basically a knight in shining armor. I hear it drives the babes wild.” He smiles and flexes his muscles, “I’ve got a hot bod and I’ll open the door for you. Can’t get much more irresistible than that.” 

We’ve made it to the Slytherin common room so I wait for him to say the password and the door to open before I respond.

I grab his tie and pull him close, putting my mouth right up to his ear and whisper in a sultry voice, “You’re right, it is irresistible. So irresistible, that I don’t know how to keep my hands off of you…” 

I turn his face towards mine like I’m about to kiss him. His eyes close and our lips are an inch apart, when at the last second I say with a smile, “But you know what? I think I’ll manage it.” I laugh, quickly turning away.

“You are a little tease, you know that Weasley?” He yells out angrily, making me turn around. I have a moment of panic thinking I’ve messed things up again.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking. It was only a joke! I was messing around, you know, I didn’t mean-” I rattle off apologies until I’m standing right in front of his common room door again.

“Can’t even look me in the eye Weasley? He says venomously, referring to the fact that my eyes are glued to my shoes.

“I’m soooo sorr-” I say as I life my head up, but I stop when I see him smile.

“Gotchya.” He says right before the common room door closes in my face, followed by his laughter.

“You win this time Malfoy!” I yell through the door. “But mark my words, I will get you back!” 


After I got fairly close to the Gryffindor tower I started to sprint. I wanted to get back to the common room as soon as I could, because like I said before, the hallways can be a little creepy.

I’ve got to say, it felt great. So great, that I found myself laughing and smiling like mad. I’ve always loved the complete freedom I feel when I run. Running in a dark corridor while wearing a heavy uniform wasn’t quite as freeing as running through an open, sunny field barefoot, but it did the job.

I kept running until I heard a soft giggle and manly chuckle in a classroom right down the hall from the Fat Lady. I stopped to listen; that chuckle sounded very familiar…

“Oh muffin, do you have to go? We were just getting started!” Said a high pitched voice, followed by fake whimpering. Someone sounds desperate.

I hear that throaty laugh again, then the mystery man speaks. “I’m sorry Mo, I’ve got places to be, people to see. You know the deal.” I could practically hear the wink that must followed that line. Who ever this guy is, he sure is cocky. I just wonder why that voice sounds so frikken familiar…

“Hmfp. Fine. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow in divination Jamiepoo!”


Could it be?

The door bangs open, and I jump behind a near by tapestry to avoid being seen.. A girl struts out, I recognize her immediately. Moria O’Rourke. You know those dumb blond jokes you hear all the time? Well I’d wager about 75% of them are inspired by her. She’s a sweet girl, but I think a mountain troll could do better on O.W.L’s than she did.

A moment later the door opens once again, and a boy with messy, jet black hair emerges. I knew it!

He‘s about to put on the invisibility cloak when I say his name.

“JAMES!” I whisper shout. (I’m angry, but I’m not stupid. Shouting would wake up the whole castle, so I whisper shout. There’s a big difference.)

He whips around lightning fast, a look of panic on his face. He realizes it’s me and the fear turns into a smile.

“Oh Red, it’s just you! I was worried it was a professor or something. What are you doing up so late?”

“What am I doing?! What are you doing with that…that scarlet woman!” I try to make my voice like Aunt Ginny, nobody can scare James better than her, but instead of looking scared, he laughs.

“Scarlet woman? Oh Rose you crack me up. Come on, we can walk back together.”

“I don’t want to walk with you, I want you to answer my question!” I snap, stomping my foot.

Just picking up on the fact that I’m mad he starts to look uneasy. “Umm and what question is that?”

“Why were you out snogging Moira? You’re supposed to like Erin!” The look he gives surprises me; His smile turns into a grimace and his eyes narrow.

“What I do, and who I do it with, is none of your damn business. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to leave.” He puts his the clock on, making him no longer visible.

“Oh I’m not done with you yet mister!” I say after him as I speed walk to the common room.

I round the corner and see the portrait open.

“Erin was right! And just because I can’t see you, doesn’t mean I can’t YELL at you!” I shout as it slams shut.

“UGH! Why are boys so stupid?” I mumble.  Creepily talking to myself once again. Or you could think  of it as merely thinking aloud.

“Eh-Excuse me, miss? Could you maybe tell me the password? I’ve been stuck out here all night…” A cute, little 1st year asks me, looking completely terrified. Though I can’t blame her. James still had the cloak on so it must have looked like I was shouting at air.

“Sorry I didn’t see you there! The password got changed this morning to Flibbertigibbet.” Upon saying that the picture swings open. “My name is Rose by the way.”

“Thanks Rose. Goodnight!” She practically runs inside.

Number of young children scared by Rose Weasley today: 2.

I follow behind her, about to go up to bed when I see James sitting by the fire. I walk closer to him when he says, “What did you mean when you said ‘Erin was right?’”

“That she was right about thinking you’d hurt her.”

“Me? Hurt her? She’s the one who hurt me!” He looks outraged. Talk about turn of events.

“Okay. You lost me.”

James sighs, running his hands through his hair.

“Don’t you get it Rose? I tried to ask her out a million times! Every time I get near her she comes up with some excuse to get away. Everything was going great, then one day I go to walk her to lunch and she says she has to go water a plant! We haven't had a proper converstion since the. She won't let me talk to her, but she seems perfectly chatty when Aiden Corwin is around.  I liked her so much Rose, I still like her so much, but she doesn’t want anything to do with me. So don’t be mad at me for snogging Moira, I’m just trying to move on.”

“Oh James.” I whisper sadly. He looks so miserable, it’s kind of heartbreaking. “Erin hasn’t been ignoring you because she doesn’t like you, it’s because she’s scared.” 

“Scared? Scared of what?”

“Scared that she’s just another Moira to you. That you’ll get bored of her after a week or two like all the other girls you date.”

He still looks sad, but his mood is picking up. “So, she’s ignoring me because she is afraid, and not because she doesn't like me?”

“Basically. But it’s not really my place to speak for her. I’ve already said too much. Just trust me when I say that the next time you try to talk to her, she’ll listen.” I smile warmly, giving him a pat on the back.

We say our goodnights and go up to our respective dorm rooms.

I lay my head down on my pillow and fall asleep instantly. I don’t usually remember my dreams, but I’m pretty sure that I dreamt of Scorpius that night. Because when I woke up, I was smiling. 

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A/N: Sorry for the horribly long wait guys! Life has been super super busy. Soccer and school work have taken away all my writing time. I know it's a lame excuse, but sadly sometimes RL has to come first. 

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Got some James/Erin in there and Scorp/Rose :D 

And I know many of you are probably thinking, "why won't Rose break up with Mitch already?!" But I promise it will come in time, I have it all planned out :D I'll try to get chapter 8 done as fast as I can, Rose's birthday party! I wonder what will happen ;)

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