I find myself awake some time later, unaware of the time. In a daze, I get up and stagger into the bathroom. Yes, this tent has a bathroom. You have my permission to be impressed. Stopping in front of the sink, I turn on the water to cold, splash some onto my face, then turn it off. Drying myself off, I head back to my room.
When I arrive, I’m stunned to find the light on, and Rose lying on my bed in nothing more than a black lace teddy.
“Holy Merlin,” I mutter.
“I want you, Scorpius,” she purrs. “And I know you want me too.”
“Oh, baby, do I,” I mumble.
She laughs. “Well, come on, then,” she says, shifting into an extremely seductive position, smirking at me. “Come and get it,” she adds in a low voice.
Without hesitation, I lunge for her, crushing her lips with mine. She matches my speed and passion effortlessly, making me long for more. Her skimpy teddy is gone in seconds, as are my pajamas, and our bodies become one for the second time. As we near the climax, I look down at her.
But it’s not her anymore. It’s Dom.
* * *
I sit bolt upright, screaming as I had been in my dream. To my immense relief, I’m still in my room, fully dressed, and neither Dom nor Rose is in sight. Shaky, sweaty, and slightly sick to my stomach, I collapse back onto my bed, panting heavily. The dream had felt so real . . . until Rose turned into Dom, of course.
By the time I manage to calm myself down, the sun’s rays are just beginning to flood the earth with light. There’s nothing for it; I’ll never get back to sleep now. Groaning, I force myself out of bed.
I shower, dress, then leave the tent to go for a walk. Not another soul is conscious, making the campground eerily quiet. The only sound is the light breeze brushing through the grass, and my footsteps on the ground.
I am in deep shite.
Dom is suddenly starting to want me more, and I want Rose more. After watching her dance, completely carefree, I’m even more in love with her than ever. But I know I can’t just dump Dom and take it up with Rose. For one thing, I’m not sure how Rose feels about me. She was drunk, after all, the night of the party. Maybe it was just the alcohol pumping through her veins that made her want me. The thought makes my chest constrict painfully, but I know it’s a very real possibility.
I also know that when you dump a Weasley, you incur the wrath of her family. And her dad is scary. Though he isn’t an actual werewolf, he was attacked by one in the war, and is downright terrifying when he gets angry. I’ve only witnessed it once, and I never want to see it again.
Therefore, I’m forced to remain with Dom until she breaks up with me.
Now I just have to get her to do that. . . .
Oh, dear Merlin, I’m horrible.
Feeling extremely down on myself, I head back to the tent. Maybe I can squeeze in another hour of sleep. I don’t even make it to the bed, instead collapsing on the couch in the common room and falling asleep instantly.
~*~ Rose’s POV ~*~
For the love of Morganna and Circe, what is that annoying sound?
“Time to get up, Rosie!”
Ugh. It’s my cousin, and she’s obviously had her morning coffee and Prozac.
“Bugger off, Dom,” I grumble. “My head hurts.” And it’s true. I feel excessively hung over. And I didn’t even drink last night!
“Humph!” she squeaks indignantly. “Serves you right for the way you behaved last night! You know that when you get all crazy like that, you pass out.”
I sigh at her blunt and painful reminder of my condition. For some reason, whenever I get too excited and exert too much energy, I pass out, and when I come to—which is usually several hours later—I have a massive headache, and it’s been like this my entire life. The Healers have yet to figure out the cause, but they don’t seem terribly concerned. They just tell me to take it easy, and I’m supposed to take a little vial of potion to help me in case I start to feel dizzy. Of course, last night happened to be a night when I didn’t have it on me.
“But I was having fun,” I say like a petulant four-year-old.
Though I can’t see it, I can almost hear Dom rolling her eyes at this. “I know, but you still have to be careful. The Healer has told you several times to take it easy, and you never listen!”
“I do too,” I frown. “I just forgot my potion last night.”
Dom clicks her tongue impatiently. “Oh, Rosie.”
Finally, I look at her. She wears an expression of exasperation. I give a feeble smile and say, “Yeah, I know. I’ll be better. I promise.”
Satisfied, she smiles back. “Good. Now, get up! We only have two hours before we have to leave for Hogwarts!”
Music to my ears. I eagerly leap out of bed—then I rush into the bathroom to heave for about ten minutes. Dom comes in and holds my hair for me.
“Thanks,” I croak.
Dom pats my back reassuringly. “No problem. There’s a potion for you in the kitchen whenever you want it. I had Scorpius make it for you. I knew you’d be—”
“Oh, Merlin,” I splutter, then I hurl again. When I’m finished, I look up at Dom with wide, terrified eyes. “S-Scorpius made it for me? Where is he? Oh, God, he’s not listening to me puke, is he?”
“Relax, Rosie,” Dom rolls her eyes. “He’s outside with some other Cannons fans.”
I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”
At long last, there’s nothing left in my stomach, so I am free to take the potion, then eat some breakfast. I’m surprised to find that Scorpius cooked eggs, bacon, and blueberry muffins. Merlin, he can cook too? Is there anything he can’t do? After I’ve finished eating, I find that Dom has already packed my things.
“Er . . . thanks, Dom,” I say, “but . . . I need clothes.”
Her face falls. “Oh. Right, sorry. Erm . . . you can borrow some of mine.”
“Oh, no,” I shake my head. “Your stuff is way too girly for my taste. No, I’ll just get something out of my trunk and repack.”
“That’s silly, Rose,” she said, grabbing the hand that was currently reaching for my trunk. “Just wear something of mine. I have jeans and grubby shirts, too.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Grubby?”
“Well . . . less feminine, I guess I should say.”
The other eyebrow goes up. “Dom, your idea of ‘less feminine’ is a plain pink blouse with petal sleeves.”
“Oh, stop it! I have other things, too!”
“Yeah. A purple one.”
“I have tank tops and plain T-shirts!” she says indignantly.
I roll my eyes. “Fine, I’ll look.”
Following Dom to her room, I spot Scorpius outside with a boy about our age. I don’t recognize him, but I do recognize the bright orange jersey he’s sporting. Like Dom said, clearly a supporter of the Cannons. My gaze drifts back to Scorpius, though. He looks . . . upset. Like something keeps intruding his thoughts.
Maybe he’s thinking about the other night.
Go away, you annoying voice.
I can’t, I’m in your mind. I’m stuck here.
Not if I banish you.
You banish me, you banish your brain, and I think you kind of need that.
Ha! I win, I win, I win!
How very mature.
This coming from the girl having an argument inside her brain.
I turn my attention back to Dom, who is opening her closet. Just as I expected, I’m instantly bombarded with various hues of pink and red—neither of which I can wear without looking ridiculous. Besides, pink is of the devil.
However, Dom reaches into the back of the closet, and pulls out a pair of dark skinny jeans, a white camisole, and a gold shrug. “Put these on,” she instructs, “the gold will match your skin tone.”
Whatever that means.
I obey her, however, and she starts to pack her clothes. Once I’m dressed, I move to look in the mirror, hoping against hope that it doesn’t look too ridiculous.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Dom grabs my wrist and drags me over to her vanity mirror, where all of her makeup is still set up. “We’re not done yet. You just sit there and let me do your makeup.”
I stare at her incredulously. “What in Merlin’s name has gotten into you?”
Suddenly, things start to click. “Dominique Weasley, what are you up to?”
“What makes you think I’m up to something?”
“You hurried to make sure I was all packed, but didn’t bother to pack your own stuff before. You freaked when I mentioned wearing my own clothes, insisting that I had to wear something of yours. And now you’re doing my makeup? Dom, I only wear that stuff for special occasions! Parties, banquets, holidays!”
“Going back to school is a holiday,” she argues.
“To my mother, maybe,” I point out, “but to normal human beings, it’s not.”
Her face is growing red. “Nothing is up, I just . . . well, we’re sixteen now, Rose, and I’ve found a boyfriend, but you’re still single.” The color fades from my cheeks. “So I just thought I’d . . . do something to help.”
Trust Dom to think she’s helping when she’s just being a . . . blonde. “Oh.”
She sighs. “I’m sorry I didn’t just say something to you, I just . . . I figured you’d say no and get angry.”
“You figured right,” I admit. “But it’s okay. I guess it couldn’t hurt.”
“No, it certainly couldn’t,” she grins.
“Dom!” I hear Scorpius’ voice from outside the tent. “You almost ready?”
“Just a couple more minutes!”
I can hear his frustrated sigh. “Well, hurry! It’s almost ten!”
Dom obeys his request, and within five minutes, my makeup is finished. That’s the great thing about magic. Tasks that originally may have taken up to several hours are significantly shortened.
“There,” she announced proudly, then guides me to the full-length mirror. I gaze, stunned, at my reflection. My hair is still curled and quite pretty from last night, and the makeup, rather than covering my face like I often feel it does, enhances what is already there. And the clothes look surprisingly good on me.
“Um . . . wow.”
She giggles, and with a flick of her wand, everything’s packed and put away. “Hurry up, now,” she says. “It’s after ten, and we need to be there early.”
I barely register what she has to say. I’m too busy staring at the red-haired beauty that is supposedly me.
~*~ Scorpius’ POV ~*~
I feel myself frowning as Dom leaves the tent alone. “Where’s Rose?”
“Just getting everything ready. She’ll be right out.”
Moments after Dom says this, I see movement out of the corner of my eye. As I turn to face Rose, my jaw drops. I’ve never seen her in such . . . well, formal attire is a bit of an exaggeration, but . . . she’s usually just in simple jeans and a T-shirt. Now, she’s in skinny jeans, and is wearing a very lovely white shirt and gold shrug, and on top of that, she is wearing makeup. She looks absolutely stunning.
Rose looks up at me, and grins. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I say, and my voice cracks. Mortified, I clear my throat, and try again. “Hi.”
She grins. “What’s the matter, Scor? Cat got your tongue?”
My eyes narrow, but I feel a smirk on my lips. “‘Scor’?” I repeat her nickname.
Her cheeks flush faintly, and she glances down at her shoes. “Er . . . well, Scorpius really is a bit of a mouthful, but I figured you’d probably lynch me and feed me to the Giant Squid if I called you ‘Scorpie,’ so I picked something else. I can just go back to ‘Scorpius’ if you like.”
“No, it’s okay,” I smile. “I actually like ‘Scor.’ It’s kind of cool.”
She grins. “Okay then.”
~*~ Rose’s POV ~*~
The ride passes in relative silence, as none of us can think of anything to say. I kind of want to point out to Scorpius that every time he glances at me in the rearview mirror, the car swerves dangerously into the wrong lane. Dom, thank Merlin, is . . . well, Dom. She’s too absorbed in her own little world to even notice.
We pull into the parking lot at Kings Cross Station about ten minutes before eleven, and our family is already congregating outside the station entrance. Scorpius’ Dad is there, too, and Scorpius hands him the keys to the car. We then move to the horde of Weasleys. After the usual (and in some cases, tearful) goodbyes, we scramble onto the train, ready and eager for another year.
However, I can’t help but notice the strange behavior now exhibited by Dom, Al, and Lily. They’re all quite anxious about something, and keep glancing at the door to the compartment like someone is going to burst in and kill them at any moment.
“What’s up?” I ask.
All three of them jump, and look at me with the same expression I’m sure I’m giving them: like they’ve all just sprouted an extra head.
“What do you mean?” Al asks.
“Well, you’re all acting really jumpy, like you’re waiting for something to happen.”
Lily gives a loud, rather forced laugh. “Oh, Rose, whatever makes you think that? I think you’re the one who’s jumpy.”
I frowned. “Erm . . . no, actually I’m not.”
“I have to agree with Rose on this one,” Scorpius says, and I smile gratefully. “You are acting kind of weird.”
“Thanks, Scorpie, for your love and support,” Dom snaps.
“I’m just saying,” he grumbles.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I say, standing up and putting my hands on my hips the way I’ve seen my mother do countless times. “One of you, spit it out.”
“Spit what out?” Lily asks almost innocently.
“Whatever it is the three of your are hiding!” I half-shout, getting frustrated. “I know there’s something you aren’t telling me, and by Merlin, one of you better, or—”
“Well, if it isn’t Miss Rose Weasley.”
My blood runs cold and my eyes fly wide open at the sound of that voice. A voice I haven’t heard in two years. A voice I've tried so very hard to forget. Slowly, I turn around to look into the dark chocolate eyes of my ex-boyfriend.
“Hi, Drew,” I breathe.
He grins at me. “Hello, Rose. I see you’ve changed quite a bit.” He eyes me up and down, his grin turning into more of a smirk. “For the better, obviously.”
I lift an eyebrow. “I see you haven’t changed.”
Andrew laughs. “Come on, let’s take a walk. We’ve got some catching up to do.”
I toss a withering glare at my cousins—who all look both sheepish and enthused—before conceding. “All right.”
My blood boils in my veins as I watch this strange imposter escort Rose out of the compartment. I don’t like the look of his playful smirk as he eyes her up and down, again, like she’s a piece of meat. I scowl in the direction of the door.
Suddenly, Dom lets out a high-pitched giggle. “Well, I wonder what they’ll be doing for the next three hours.”
And just like that, my blood turns from hot to cold.
“Who is that?” I ask sharply.
“That’s Andrew Thomas,” Albus supplies. “He’s the only son of one of our parents’ old school friends. Not a best mate or anything, but they were on speaking terms at least. Anyway, Rose and Andrew met the first time at the twentieth anniversary of the end of the war, the summer before our second year, his third. They were friends instantly, and in fourth year, he asked her out. She said yes without hesitation.”
“They were so cute together,” Dom gushes. “If you came across one of them, the other would be nearby. They didn’t do a ton of PDA, but enough that you knew they weren’t ashamed of their relationship or anything. And he’d call her sweetie, she’d call him darling . . .” She trailed off with a sigh. “For most of fourth year, they were Hogwarts’ cutest couple.”
I frown at this, feeling sick. But I remind myself that she’d said most of fourth year, and I know Rose was single all of fifth year (this was the year I first really started noticing her, and falling for her). “What exactly happened?” I ask cautiously.
Dom sighed. “Well, just a few weeks before exams, his dad wrote him a letter saying that he and his mom had split up. Andrew was devastated. He actually didn’t tell Rose about it until a few days later, and she flipped. She said something to the effect of, ‘I’m your girlfriend. I’d like to be kept informed about the important events in your life.’ And he called her an obsessive, spoiled brat, and a few other choice words, and then he left.”
I can feel my frown deepen. “Left? As in, left the school?”
She nodded. “His dad arranged for him to take the exams early, then he transferred to a school in America.”
“Wow,” I breathe, shocked. “How did Rose take it?”
“She tried to play it off that she didn’t care, but I think deep down, she was really hurt by it. But none of us has talked about it since then, for fear she’d go mental and bite one of our heads off.”
I let out a soft chuckle; Rose would do something like that. The girl didn’t exactly have the longest fuse in the world. But to me, that was just one more side of her to love. It was rather amusing to watch her get all worked up over nothing.
My happy thoughts are interrupted, however, as I remember the fact that, though they did break up, he’s back now, and they’re probably several compartments down from us, doing Merlin knows what. I shudder internally at the thought, and fight to keep my composure.
“So why is he back?” I ask, trying to make it sound less like a demand than it feels.
Dom grins. “Well, he’s seventeen now. Has been for about a month. The first thing he did was ditch his father and move back to London. He enrolled at Hogwarts, and I ran into him in Diagon Alley the day my parents and I went. He told me what was going on, and asked me not to tell Rose about it.” Her grin widens. “He wanted to surprise her on the train today.”
“Boy, did he ever!” Albus cuts in, laughing boisterously. “Did you see her face?”
The cousins take turns describing, reenacting, and impersonating both characters in the scene that took place just minutes earlier. I try to laugh along, but can’t bring myself to do so. Inside, my mind is swimming and my stomach is churning with the knowledge that Rose is with her ex-boyfriend, whom she may or may not have ever fully gotten over.
My life is officially going to hell in a hand basket.
Andrew leads me down the train corridor into an empty compartment. My heart is pounding as I shakily lower myself into one of the seats. He closes the door, then pulls out his wand and casts a couple of charms. Oh yeah, he’s seventeen now.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“A silencing charm, and one to make it appear like we’re just talking.”
I gulp. “But you have plans to do otherwise.”
His mouth curls up into a smirk as he sits next to me, sliding closer. As he wraps his arms around my waist, an alarm blares in my mind. Just before he can kiss me, I turn my face away from his. Unfortunately, he is undeterred; he just decides to start nibbling my ear. Ugh. I push him off me, scooting away from him.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Oh, he did not just call me baby. “Andrew, you left. Remember?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“And do you remember what you said to me before you did?”
He sighs. “Yes, unfortunately, I’m all too aware of what a prat I was. But I was kind of hoping you’d forgiven me by now.”
“Seriously?” I snap, incredulous. “You really thought that after not seeing or hearing from you in over a year, I would just forgive you for being an insensitive prick? You didn’t even break up with me properly! You just left! Ditched me!” I’m full-on yelling at him now. “Do you have any idea how that made me feel?!” Andrew reaches for me, but I stand up, moving for the door. “No, Andrew. I’m done. We’re done.”
My hand is on the latch, prepared to open the door. I stop. Why am I stopping? I should be leaving, abandoning him the way he abandoned me. Dom is so going to get it. She knew he was going to be here. It’s so obvious they planned this. I swear, I will never speak to her again. Or at least, I won’t for the rest of the train ride.
Andrews arms encircle me, and for some mysterious reason, I let him. I feel strange inside. This feels so . . . forbidden. So wrong. I reason that it’s just because I haven’t seen him in such a long time.
“Rose, I can never fully express how truly sorry I am,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my ear. “However, with your permission, I intend to try, every day from now until . . . well, I don’t really have a stopping point in mind. Until you tell me to stop apologizing, I guess.” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “Rose, you’re the reason I’ve come back this year. I want to make things right between us.”
Merlin, he talks good. He always has. Part of me wants to just turn around and fall into his embrace, like I have so many times before, and declare my forgiveness and eternal love. But I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t know how I feel about him anymore. With his sudden disappearance over a year ago, the thing with Scorpius, and his sudden reappearance today . . . my brain is starting to hurt. I close my eyes, pondering the whole situation.
There are certain advantages to saying yes to Andrew. One: I’ll have a boyfriend. I admit, I have kind of missed having someone to hug and kiss and cuddle with. It’s a nice thing to have. Two: I’ll have something to concentrate on, so that I can forget the whole ordeal with Scorpius. Or at least, I can push it to the deep recesses of my mind. And three: Andrew will be happy. I get the feeling if I say no, he’ll get really depressed and possibly start doing really stupid things. I’d like to avoid that.
However, there are disadvantages too. If, by some chance, word about Scorpius and I gets out, that’s one more person that will be hurt by it. Also, I don’t know if we’ll mesh as well as we did before. Though it doesn’t seem like he’s changed a whole lot, I’m pretty sure I have.
Still, at this point, the pros outweigh the cons. Taking a breath, I turn to face him, a soft smile on my face. “Okay,” I say. His answering smile could have lit up the Great Hall at midnight. “But plan on working your hardest to make it up to me.”
“I’ll gladly do it,” he assures me.
With that, he leans forward and kisses me. It feels weird. His lips feel foreign and uncomfortable against mine. I open one eye to see if he’s noticed too, but judging by the way his eyes are closed, and the way he’s attempting to snog me, he’s blissfully unaware. I sigh internally and kiss him back, feeling like a lip-slut for some reason.
This is going to be an interesting year.
A/N: I’m sorry it’s been so long! I had MAJOR writer’s block on this story, and had no idea how to keep it going. I toyed with many ideas, but none of them had any real merit until this one. I promise I’ll do better at keeping up with this story. Well . . . I promise I’ll try. I can’t guarantee the next chapter won’t take a long time, too. I’m sorry! Not the face! (Holds up keyboard as a shield) Ahem. Anyways, please feed the box below, and satisfy its—and my—hunger for reviews.
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