It was late by the time detention was over. Professor Kinkly wasn’t satisfied until after she had inspected the room four times, and she always seemed to find something wrong with their work.
Rose walked slowly to the Gryffindor tower: she was beat. Not only because she was in an already emotional state—Scorpius had been right about her time of the month—but also because physically she was beat. All the injuries from the fight were still new and sore, and Rose’s wrist was aching so bad she thought about putting a slight numbing charm on it, but she decided against it went against McGonagall’s natural healing orders.
Rose also had a splitting headache that she hadn’t been able to shake all day. She ran her fingers through her hair, finding the gash in her scalp, she ran her finger over it to make sure the stitches hadn’t come undone. Madam Pomfrey had almost insisted on healing that particular cut with a charm, but McGonagall wouldn’t budge on the matter. She said going through the pain of actual healing would force them to think twice before they would attack one another again. Rose somewhat agreed with that because at the moment, she would give into anything to avoid the pain. Actually, all she wanted to do was go to the girls lavatory and relax in a warm bubble bath.
When she reached the common room, it was deserted except for Stacy, who was sitting by the fireplace in a large fluffy chair and reading a book. Rose walked over to her and sat in the identical chair opposite Stacy’s.
Stacy finished her paragraph and put her book down to the side. “How was detention?” she asked in a low voice.
“Painfully long,” Rose replied.
“Well, it is
detention…it’s not supposed to be happy and short,” Stacy said, stretching her arms into the air and yawning.
“I know.” Rose sat in comfortable silence before continuing on with the conversation, “How long have you been waiting up for me?”
“I'm not entirely sure,” Stacy replied while flicking her long, chocolate hair behind her back. “Benjamin and Albus were waiting up for you too, but they had to get some rest for the Quidditch match tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” Rose said more to herself than Stacy.
Stacy slouched down into her chair., “You Rose Weasley, forgot about a Quidditch match?” she said in a sarcastic tone.
Rose looked up and laughed, “Since when do I care about Quidditch?”
“Since you decided you had to have Ben.”
Rose stretched her arms and loosened her ponytail. “Yes, let’s not go back to fourth year craziness.” Rose knew Stacy was right. The only reason she even remotely cared about Quidditch was because Ben was a Beater. When she and Ben first started talking, she quickly realized Quidditch was important to him—although he never brought Quidditch into their relationship. She knew his father was a professional Quidditch player, and Ben and his father were very close. So Rose, without ever being asked, decided she would go to the games and attempt to actually watch them instead of talk to her friends and never know who actually won. She didn’t necessarily change for him: she still could care less about Quidditch, but she did see it as a nice thing to support Ben in his playing, even though he could have cared less if she liked Quidditch or not. He just liked her as is.
“So who is playing tomorrow?” Rose asked.
“Gryffindor against Ravenclaw.”
“Oh, well it’s probably a good thing I have detention, boyfriend verses brother is not exactly a match I care to watch.”
They were quiet again, so Rose closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. “You want Hugo to win, don’t you,” Stacy stated more than asked.
Rose opened her eyes, gave a slight smile, and replied, “Well he is family.”
“Albus is your family…” Stacy replied. “And come to think about it, so are James, Lily, Dominique, Lucy, Fred…”
“Okay I get it,” Rose interrupted.
“Oh I'm not done,” Stacy said in a chipper voice, joking with Rose.
“Trust me, I know,” Rose said sarcastically.
“You know, half of Gryffindor is your family,” Stacy said in tone that sounded as if she had never noticed that before.
It was true, with the exception of Hugo in Ravenclaw, all the Weasley grandchildren had been in Gryffindor along with their parents and so forth.
The truth was, Hugo was abnormally intelligent: he was able to read people and tell what they were thinking before they even said hello. Rose was smart too. She was the smartest in her year, but she was book smart. She could read anything once and never forget it; Hugo, on the other hand, was a different kind of smart. Rose had never seen him pick up a book—unless a Quidditch magazine counted as a book, which in her opinion it didn’t. Yet somehow he always seemed to know the answer to everything. Her mother said he inherited it from grandpa Granger. Hugo was one of those people with the rare talent of being able to mentally reason everything down to the correct answer; he was just born with the ability to know how things worked and pieced together.
Rose, coming out of her train of thought, said, “Well he’s my brother, and that counts for more.”
“Yeah and when was the last time you actually spoke to your brother?” Stacy asked, knowing the answer before she even asked the question.
“I don’t know, one day last week in passing maybe,” Rose absent-mindedly waved her hand to the side as she spoke. Seeing where this conversation was going, she quickly added, “He’s never around; he’s either at Quidditch practice or hanging out with Lorcan and Lysander in the Astronomy tower. That makes it rather difficult to actually spend any time with him.”
Stacy tried to push on, “Okay but I just don’t see your reasoning…”
Rose was growing tired of the conversation and cut her off. “Stacy, honestly I don’t see the point that you’re trying to make. Is it really that big of a deal that I want my brother to win?”
“Apparently not,” she replied, ending the conversation.
They both sat in silence, so Stacy picked up her book and started to read where she left off. Rose knew the conversation was over, so she stood up and said, “I'm going to go upstairs and go to bed.”
Stacy just nodded and continued to read.
Rose was a bit more on edge then she was before. She couldn’t explain why she wanted her brother to win…she just did. They weren’t exactly close, but she still didn’t think it mattered. Another thing that bothered her was Stacy; she loved her friend, but she was one of those people that read into things way too much. She couldn’t just let something go for what it was; even if there was something more to it, she just didn’t understand that it wasn’t her place to push the subject.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she quietly walked in and grabbed her stuff and quickly headed for the lavatory, attempting to not wake her other two roommates.
When in the bathroom, Rose decided she was way too tired to go through the trouble of preparing a bath and settled for a hot shower instead. She did some of her best reasoning in the shower, and after the day she had, she felt she had a lot of things to think about.
She thought about how at breakfast that day, everybody was looking at her, and she felt as if she was forced to be nice and take everyone’s sympathy instead of telling them what she really felt: she didn’t want or need their sympathy. But Rose would never say that to them. She knew if she said that, she would look like a rude person, and she never wanted to be seen as anything less than perfect. That was part of the reason she loved fighting Malfoy so much. He was the one person she was allowed to hate; she could honestly tell him exactly what she thought of him and not look bad for doing it. In no way would her reputation be bruised by giving Malfoy hell.
As she let the hot water run down her back, she thought through the whole day, carefully uncluttering her brain of everything to make sense of it. Sure enough, she started to feel her muscles relax under the heat of the shower.
As she finished up and put on her night clothes, she couldn’t get one thing off her mind: how was she going to get through months of detentions with Malfoy? Merlin knows if they were all like today’s, transferring schools would seem like a better alternative.
The next morning she awoke early, and knowing she wouldn’t be going back to sleep, she decided to get dressed for the day. Since she would be in detention instead of at the Quidditch game, she decided to wear a pair of her old khaki pants and light weight, navy-blue sweater.
When she was done with her normal morning routine, she had time to straighten her hair with a potion her cousin, Victorire, had created. When finished, she decided to pass the time by finishing two papers and a set of Charm’s questions that were due the next week. But even that didn’t take long, for what felt like two hours had only been forty minutes.
She decided to go down to the Great Hall to get something to eat. On her way out the door, she grabbed a book to read during breakfast to make up for her lack of company.
To pass the time, she slowly walked down the stairs and occasionally glanced at the paintings in the halls; she actually stopped to read some of the plaques underneath them. All too soon, she reached the doors to the Great Hall.
She walked in prepared to be the only person there, but instead she found someone else already in there. She stared at the familiar person with his spiky brown hair and familiar chocolate brown eyes covered by a pair of thin rimed oval shaped glasses. Rose found it ironic to see this person, especially considering she had just been talking about him the night before.
Before moving, Rose looked at her brother and tried to see what he was doing. He was definitely thinking about something, and he didn’t look like the fourteen year old boy he was; he looked over thirty years old. She slowly walked over to him, stood across from him, and waited a moment before interrupting his train of thought.
“You mind if I sit down?” she asked softly.
Hugo looked up from the table, his thirty year old expression changing into a fourteen year old smile. “Sure,” he said a little too lightly.
Rose putting her book down, grabbed a muffin, and placed it on the plate in front of her. “Do you always eat breakfast this early?” she asked while pouring some orange juice.
Hugo nodded, “Most of the time.”
“Why?” Rose asked, filling her plate with eggs and bacon.
“Why not? I'm up and have nothing better to do,” he smiled, taking a bite of his toast.
Realizing she was doing the same thing this morning, she replied, “I guess I could see your point.”
He observed her as they ate. Rose particularly hated it when he did this because she felt like he could see all her secrets. “Did that hurt?” he asked, pointing to her wrist.
“Not as badly as some of the other injuries I’ve had.” For a moment they were silent again. Rose took a bite of her eggs and asked, “How did you find out?” She didn’t ask in a ‘how did you know’ way, but in a ‘who told you’ way.
“Lily,” he said absent mindedly.
“Typical,” Rose said, rolling her eyes at the thought of her cousin.
Hugo nodded in agreement with the statement. “I also saw mother and father. They told me too,” he added.
“Did they now,” Rose commented, thinking about how their family couldn’t keep anything quiet.
“Well in their defense, I was walking to the Head Mistress’s office to deliver a note when I saw them outside talking.” Rose nodded, wanting him to continue. “Mom was practically crying, which I assume had something to do with what McGonagall said to her, and dad was patting her on the back, trying to make her feel better, but it just made her more infuriated with him.”
“I bet,” Rose grumbled.
“Well anyway, I was trying to pass them without them seeing me, but mum spotted me and practically threw herself on me as she was crying, ‘At least I raised one of my kids right. My perfect, perfect Hugo.’ She was hysterical.”
“She said you were perfect,” Rose said a little off guard.
“Yeah, and that was when I knew you really must of screwed up,” he chuckled.
“So what happened next?” Rose pressed on.
“Well dad gave me a sympathetic look as mum just kept on crying, and I told her it would be alright. Finally, dad intervened by telling mum to let me breathe. It was ridiculous.”
“Well it sounds like it was a lovely visit,” Rose interjected.
“Well I can definitely say it was better than yours,” Hugo retorted.
Rose was digging in to her eggs when she remembered the Quidditch match today. “So, are you excited about today’s match?”
Hugo smiled brightly and nodded. “I could hardly sleep last night.”
“So I'm assuming all that practicing over the summer with dad paid off.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” he replied uneasily.
“Well I think you will do great,” she said in an attempt to reassure him.
“I hope so, seeing as how if I lose I will probably never live it down.”
Rose quickly tried to change the subject, but she couldn’t think of anything and decided to look down at her plate of food.
“Are you comingto the game?” Hugo asked hopefully.
Rose looked up from her plate and tried not to give him a pity look, but just from the look in her eyes, Hugo nodded and continued to eat his breakfast.
“I'm sorry Hugo. I did want to see you play,” she lied, “But I have detention during the game.”
Hugo, seemingly satisfied with that answer, lightened the mood by saying, “Well it’s probably a good thing since your boyfriend is going to get pummeled.”
Before Rose had a chance to respond, she heard a deep voice come from behind her, “Did I hear my name?” Ben walked up behind her and plopped down into the set beside her.
“Hey, Hugo,” Ben smiled brightly.
Rose looked at Hugo and saw him become a little uncomfortable. Covering it up, though, he said, “Good morning, Ben.”
Ben, feeling it was okay and he wasn’t intruding on them, relaxed a bit and draped his arm over Rose’s shoulder. “So what were you two talking about?” he said casually.
“Oh nothing, just Quidditch,” Rose said in a sing song voice.
“Really?” Ben said, giving her a curious look.
“Yes. Does that surprise you?” Rose smiled at him.
After pausing for a moment, Ben smiled back and replied, “Always, my dear.”
Rose shook her head and turned back toward Hugo, who had started staring at the table. “Anyways, Hugo, I'm sure you will do just fine in the game today.”
“Yeah, I’ll make sure to try and take it easy on you,” Ben said, grabbing a piece of bacon from Rose’s plate.
Rose gave Ben a look, and he turned Hugo and said, “Sorry, mate, I didn’t mean you needed help or anything. I just remember my first Quidditch game and how nervous I was, and how I wished I had someone to keep an eye out for me.”
Ben once again looked to Rose with apologetic eyes. She knew he tried, but getting approved of by her family was harder than getting into Gringotts.
Hugo, seeing the look on Ben’s face, rolled his eyes, smiled, and said, “Thanks.” Rose looked over to Hugo with appreciation. He nodded to her and stood up. “Well I better go. I would like to warm up before the game.”
“Ok, mate. I’ll see you on the field,” Ben said, deciding that was safe to say.
Hugo nodded at him and said, “Bye, Rose. I guess I will see you around.”
“Yeah, and good luck today,” she replied. Hugo left without responding to her words of encouragement.
Ben looked down at the table and stated, “They all hate me, don’t they.”
Rose rubbed his back and said, “Albus doesn’t.”
“Yes, but Albus and I were friends before you and I started dating.”
Rose still tried to encourage him, “Ben it’s just that you’re new. I mean, my family is very close, and they just need time to adjust to you.”
“But I’ve tried everything: humor, charm, nothing seems to work.”
Rose just shook her head, “No, Ben, you just have to give them time; they will come around.” Ben just looked at her disbelievingly. “Well, eventually.”
Ben laughed at this. “You promise?” he asked lightly.
“I promise,” Rose said, giving Ben a kiss on the forehead.
More and more students started to stroll in; Rose hadn’t noticed before, but the Great Hall had become extremely crowded. Realizing this might be the last time she would get to see him until tonight, she said, “Why don’t we take a walk before the game: try and calm you down a bit.”
Ben looked at her and smirked. “Okay.”
Rose was walking to the storage closet like she was told to do. She had just left Ben at the Quidditch pitch so he could get ready for the game. They had just finished their walk when a first year approached her and handed her a small piece of parchment that instructed Rose to be at the potions storage closet at 11 o’clock sharp.
As she approached the room, she heard two voices coming from around the corner. One she didn’t recognize, and the other one she did recognize but couldn’t put a name to.
The voice she did recognize was Scorpius, but he wasn’t throwing insults or sneering with a disgusted tone in his words; he was talking like any other boy would in a casual conversation. He used a calm voice and said his words freely, unlike when he was with Rose and they pre-thought every word, seeing who could throw the better insult.
Rose was taken a little off guard by the conversation and decided to listen in.
“Scorpius, I just don’t see what the issue is,” a frustrated, high-pitched voice said.
“The issue is that the guy is a total prat, and if my best friend date someone, I’d rather it not be someone I can’t stand to be around,” Scorpius said, trying to bring reason to his friend.
“You don’t even know him! How do you know if he is a prat?” the frustrated girl stated.
“It’s not that hard to figure out what he wants, Vivian,” Scorpius said sternly.
“Oh, so just because he is a teenage guy, that means you automatically know how he is?”
“Well, seeing as how I
am a teenage guy, I do
think I would know what he is thinking.”
“Don’t be an arse, Scorpius,” Vivian said quietly.
“Sorry,” Scorpius said. “It’s just that I'm looking out for you.”
“I know you are, and that’s why I love you, but…” she tried to say something, but it seemed like she couldn’t find the right words.
Rose could just barely hear some light breathing. Not quite sure what was going on, she peeked around the corner to see the girl who must be Vivian up against the wall with Scorpius leaning over her and kissing her on the lips. The girl had strawberry blond hair, and she looked as if she was about to die with joy.
Scorpius pulled away from her. “But nothing, Vivian,” he whispered.
Vivian had a huge grin on her face, and they were silent: the only sound in the room was their breathing.
“Do you really not like him?” she asked.
“I hate the bloody guy,” he said in a revealing tone while leaning his head down so some of his hair fell into his eyes.
“Ok then,” Vivian said, bringing her hand up to his face and pushing back the hair. “I’ll say no,” she said, looking up at him.
“Thank you,” he said with relief.
Vivian nodded with that stupid grin on her face. Scorpius looking at his watch and said quietly, “I’ve got to go, but we will talk later.”
“You promise?” she said, needing reassurance.
“Yes, I promise,” he said while taking a step away from her.
She smiled at him and walked away.
Rose, realizing she just witnessed something personal, took a step back.
Scorpius walked forward, unsure of what just happened. Tangled up in his own thoughts, he was caught off guard when a voice said, “Who knew a Malfoy
could have a heart.” He stopped dead in his tracks and looked to the side; Rose was leaning casually against the wall.
“What the hell gave you that idea, Weasley?” Scorpius spat.
Rose smiled coyly “But nothing, Vivian,” she mimicked.
Going red in the face, Scorpius began to huff. “What did you see?”
Lightening her tone a bit, Rose said, “Honestly, Malfoy? I didn’t see anything…although I did hear
some interesting things.” She narrowed her eyes.
Scorpius, deciding it wasn’t worth an argument, said, “Well then you’re right. I do have a heart, I just don’t show it to cold hearted bitches like you.”
“Ouch, now that hurt. I thought we had moved past name calling,” Rose said sarcastically.
Scorpius smirked, “Not a chance, Weasley
“Good to know,” Rose said, walking past him and into the storage room. She looked down at her watch: it was a second past 11. “Oh and by the way, you’re late.”
Scorpius rolled his eyes and walked in behind Rose.
Professor Hays was inside, and he gave them their instructions: go through every single text book in the room, find any marked pages, remove the markings, and put them in chronological order by year and alphabetical order for repeated years. After that, he shut the door and locked it to make sure they could get out.
“But, Professor, what if we have to use the loo?” Rose asked.
“Then I suggest, Miss Weasley, you hold it until your lunch break,” Professor Hays said through the door.
Scorpius and Rose looked around at the room and nodded in agreement. Rose would take the left half of the books, and Scorpius would take the right.
It had been about two hours, and all they could hear was the opening and closing of text books and, from the small window, distant cheering from the Quidditch pitch. Other than that, no noise had been made the entire time. They just sat on the opposite sides of the small room, facing back to back, and going through one book after another.
As they continued to work, Rose decided to break the silence: she could only handle so much of it. She didn’t do it for small talk, but to satisfy her curiosity. “So who was the bloke you were talking about?” she asked casually.
Scorpius thought for a second and responded, “That, Weasley, is none of your business.”
“Ok,” Rose said, returning to her work as if nothing had happened.
But after a moment, Scorpius unexpectedly gave an answer, “Jeremy Burns.”
Rose, surprised by the answer, responded, “You’re right; he is a git. He went out with one of my cousins last year. But after realizing he only thought about himself, she broke it off with him.”
“Which one?” he asked curiously.
“It was Lucy.”
“Really, the Head Girl went out with an arse like that?” Scorpius sounded shocked.
“Well, she wasn’t Head Girl last year, and she caught on pretty quickly.” Pausing for a moment, she continued, “It wasn’t even a week later that he went after our cousin, Roxanne.”
“Wow, he’s worse than I thought.”
“Yeah, that didn’t go over to well with Roxanne; she but a jinx on him that forced him say ‘I’m an insensitive jerk’ before and after every sentence.”
“Man, I wish I had seen that,” Scorpius commented.
“Yeah it was pretty hilarious. It finally got to the point where he was just saying ‘La La La La’ so he wouldn’t stop talking and wouldn’t have to say the insensitive jerk thing. Then Roxanne removed the jinx,” Rose chuckled a bit at the memory.
“Well, he is insensitive. He’s after one of my best friends, and I don’t like it. I know his type, and I don’t want Vivian to get hurt,” Scorpius said, figuring since she already knew most of it, they might as well continue the conversation. At least it seemed to make time go by quicker.
Briefly debating her next words, Rose asked, “Is that why you kissed her?”
Scorpius whipped his head around and accused, “I thought you didn’t see anything!”
“Well I may have seen that part. I got a little curious after not hearing any noise and took a peak,” she said while turning to look at him.
Turning back around, Scorpius said, “Haven’t you ever heard of the saying ‘Curiosity killed the cat’?”
“Well, what can I say? I like knowing things. Once I get a question in my head, I have to find out the answer.”
“Well anyway, yes that is why I kissed her. At least I think it is.” He mumbled the last part to himself.
Rose heard it anyway and said, “‘At least you think it is,’ what does that mean?”
“It mean I don’t know why I did it, it just kind of happened. I didn’t plan on it; I just wanted her to say no.”
“For her own safety…” Rose said skeptically.
“To protect her, yes,” he replied confidently.
“So do you even like her in that way?”
“I don’t know. I never really thought about it before; I mean, I have never felt that way about her before,” he admitted.
“You do realize you just screwed everything up, right?” she said in a matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, I rationalized that part out by myself,” Scorpius replied.
“So what do you plan on doing?” Rose asked, getting back to the point. By now they had both stopped sorting books and were facing each other.
“I don’t know…I haven’t given it that much thought,” Scorpius said, looking at the ground as if searching for an answer.
“Well then do you mind if I make a suggestion?” Rose asked, trying to be helpful.
“Go ahead; it’s not like I have that many other options.”
“Okay, then I suggest you stop staring at the floor because the answer isn’t written on it; think about it because you only have…” Rose looked down at her watch, “About five and half hours to figure it out before you have to talk to her.”
“I was kind of avoiding thinking about that,” he commented, looking up at her.
“Hey it’s your friendship not mine.” She realized they were actually having conversation and added, “Personally, I could care less if you fall on your arse and end up friendless.” This definitely turned it into a conversation at her comfort level.
“Thanks, Weasley,” Scorpius said sarcastically.
“Anytime,” she said, turning around and giving a slight wave of her hand.
They both continued on with their work. After a few minutes, Scorpius asked, “Hey you aren't going to tell anybody about this, are you?”
“No offense, Malfoy, but I seriously doubt my friends are going to care about your personal life.”
“Not that, I mean about us actually having a conversation. I can’t have people thinking I am in any way talking to you.”
“Don’t worry. This is one conversation I will take to my grave with shame,” Rose replied snidely.
“Good,” Scorpius said reassuringly. He looked down at his watch and actually took Rose’s advice of attempting to think about a plan.
After that, they both went back to being silent and stayed that way for the remainder of their detention. From that point on, there was a silent agreement that anything said during detention would remain between them.
A/N: so I hope you like it. I know its long sorry about that and also I know that it is moving at a kind of slow pace but trust me the next chapter will be a little more into the future and things will be progressing.
Might want to know information: Now I'm not going to lie this is a novel and for that it will be a while before they get together. It’s not one of those stories where they randomly fall in love in like a chapter. You don’t go from hating someone that much to loving them. And just so you know this story is taking place over their 5th, 6th, and possibly 7th year. And I don’t plan on them getting together until atleast their 6th year. But please do stick with it I promise that it will all come together if you give the story a chance and time. It will NOT be abandoned.
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