"You want to know what I think?" Albus asked. We were sitting under a large tree near the lake, watching Lorcan and Leah play tag. We had managed to get a free period together while Rose and Gemma slaved away in Transfiguration.
"What?" I asked. I had decided to tell him about Rose. Nothing else was working, and he knew her a lot better than I did.
"Rose likes to be in control," he said.
"Yes, I kind of got that," I said. He shot me a look, "Continue."
"You took her control from her," he said, "She thinks she likes Luke--"
"Because you told her to," I said, and was met with a blank stare, "I'm dead serious. She's dating him to please you and Gemma."
"Merlin," he said, rubbing his face, "Alright. But anyway. She really likes you. Rose is afraid of the new. You, my friend, brought about the new."
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
"Wait for her to come to her senses," he said with a shrug, "If I tell her that she doesn't have to date Creevey, she'll think that you put me up to it. She's a smart girl; she'll figure it out sooner or later."
"Lorcan, get away from there," I said as he walked closer to the lake, trying to get a glimpse of the giant squid. All at once, a tentacle raised out of the water. Lorcan's eyes grew wide and he screamed, bolting over to me and burying his face in my shirt.
"I want mum," he said, his voice muffled by my shirt.
"Me, too, bud. Me too," I said, ruffling his hair.
"Have you seen this?" Rose asked, slapping the note down in front of me. I looked up from my newspaper to find her standing with one knee on the bench, leaning over the table. I knew that look; something was definitely stressing her out.
"No," I said, picking it up.
"I found it in Lorcan's room this morning," she said, "He's sitting with Gem and Al."
This letter is to inform you that instead of going home for the Christmas holidays, your families will be joining us at the castle. The real parents of your children will not be here, as that would cause too much confusion. (They were informed of their children's role in the project well before the start of term and knew that this would happen.) New rooms will be added to your apartments. They will arrive on December 20th and stay until January 5th.
"That's in three weeks," she said, running a hand through her hair.
"Something wrong?" Creevey asked, stepping up beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Not now, Lorcan is watching," Rose said absentmindedly. Luke looked and sure enough, Lorcan looked up and waved. He glowered and then walked off. I had to fight down a pleased smirk.
"He's not going to be happy," I commented.
"He'll get over it," Rose said with a shrug, "What are we going to do?"
"It'll be alright," I said, shrugging, "It's just our families. It's not like we haven't--"
"Think about what you just said," she said, looking at me like I was an idiot. So I did. It's just our families.
"Our families," I said slowly, "As in both of our dads."
"In the same apartment," she finished, "Not to mention my mom plus Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry with Al."
"Holy…" I said, unable to finish the thought. There wasn't an explicative strong enough.
"I know," she said, plopping down on the bench in front of me and picking up a sausage.
"What's wrong?" Al asked. He knew that if we weren't fighting, something was up. He could also tell by the way Rose was shoveling down every dish within reaching distance.
She slid the note over to him and we both judged his reaction.
"That doesn’t seem so…" he said, and then met our eyes. He looked from one of us to the other and paled, "Oh, no."
We both nodded.
"Does McGonagall want the castle destroyed?" he asked, shooting a glance to the witch in question.
"I guess she figures that our parents have grown up," Rose said. There was a beat of silence, and then we all burst out laughing.
"Seriously," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes, "What are we going to do?"
"Our best," Rose said forlornly, "We can't exactly prepare for World War Three."
"Sure we can," I said, "We have enough food to last us weeks. We could barricade ourselves in the apartment."
"And end up killing each other, leaving Lorcan to fend for himself? Not likely," Rose said, but she was smiling slightly.
"We'll just have to keep them away from each other as much as possible," Al said, "Dad, mum, and Aunt Hermione won't be so bad. It's Uncle Ron that's the problem."
"I know," Rose said, "Especially after that Howler…"
"What howler?" I asked. She hadn't told me about this.
"Nothing," she said, turning her face away, "Well, er, dad wasn't exactly happy with the arrangements…"
"Neither was mine," I said. Maybe our fathers were more alike than they knew.
There were so many things that I wanted, none of which I was sure of.
I wanted a different family, but then again I would have been a completely different person and I was fairly happy with who I was.
I wanted to be the best at everything, and yet I was content sitting back and let Rose push ahead of me. It took the pressure off. Plus, it ticked off my dad.
I wanted to punch that amused smirk that branded Creevey's face every time that he looked at me. And all because he knew.
I wanted Rose. And she was the thing that I was the least likely to ever have.
I wondered as I sat in Charms, completely ignoring the lesson, if this was a new development. Or had I always had feelings for Rose? It would have made sense. She was beautiful; I had known that from the start. She was intelligent, even more so than me. She was interesting, and kept me on my toes. But she wasn't easy; one huge difference from the girls that I usually went after.
I was an impatient man. I didn't like to wait for anything, let alone a girl. Snog her and run.
Rose was the first girl that I had ever wanted to fight for.
"Class dismissed," Professor Hattaway called. I checked my watch; fifteen minutes early. I had plenty of time to meet Rose outside of potions.
I grabbed my bag from the chair beside me and left, not paying very much attention to the people around me.
"She's an animal," I heard someone say. Out of habit, my ears perked up. I stopped around the corner from whoever was talking. With a pang, I realized that I recognized Creevey's voice.
"I've had to slow her down," he said, "Keep her from going to far; trying to be a gentleman. But if things keep going as they are, I'll probably be in her pants by the weekend."
My jaw tightened and it took all of the strength I had not to jump out and pound him to a pulp. Instead, I listened to his friends' laughs and jeers. When Creevey was the only one left, I stepped around the corner.
"Hello, Creevey," I said, my face deadpan.
"Malfoy," he said curtly, that ridiculous smirk spreading across his face.
Well, maybe I would get one thing that I wanted.
A/N: The parents are coming! The parents are coming! What does that mean? I'm not sure yet! But it will be entertaining! I'm submitting this now on the off-chance that it gets submitted before the queue closes. So I apologize for any errors! I have a bad habit of not reading it over after I write it. Review, loves!