Chapter 2 : Playing Cupid
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Albus Severus Potter (is utterly ridiculous, overprotective and a smart ass... but he is very cute)
“Albus, is this really-“ I started trying to find the appropriate word for waiting in the deserted library on a Saturday afternoon behind a bookshelf waiting for Rose and her current boyfriend to appear. We were specifically placed in front of Rose’s favourite studying table (because she is here that much that she has her own table).
“This is really-“
“SH!” Al frantically waved his arms as he tried to shush me then continued to peer through a gap of books on the bookshelf. He bit is thin bottom lip in concentration. He sucked in his cheeks making his prominent (sexy) cheekbones stand out even more. I raised my eyebrows at him in disbelief.
This is very, very weird.
Usually I’m the one trying to spy and interfere in situations where I really have no business interfering in. Al’s usually my voice of reason telling me to ‘let everything work itself out on its own’.
His words, not mine.
But right now, he’s acting as if he came straight from the crazy farm.
I’ve never really been on the receiving end of crazy.
I’ve always been dishing it out in a variety of crazy (although I’d like to believe them to be adorable) ways.
... It’s kind of... odd.
Like the entire universe has just been reversed.
Fruity is the sane one now?
What nonsense is this!?
But it does feel kind of good.
In a freaky kind of way.
“Al, why don’t you just ask-“ I started reasonably before getting cut off by Al’s stupid big mouth.
“That will ruin everything, Fruity!” Al hissed back (hysterically, if you asked me). Al whipped his head around suspiciously like he were expecting someone to jump out from behind the bookshelf and yell ‘gotcha!’
“Rose can’t know we’re here!”
“And the reasoning behind that is?” I trailed off, looking at Al expectantly. Al rolled his eyes as if it were obvious.
“I need to find out who this bloke is!” Al whispered without sparing me a glance.
“Well then why don’t you, I don’t know, ask her?” I snapped sarcastically at Al who irritably rolled his green eyes at me... again.
“Fruity, don’t be ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” I scoffed at him mockingly, “I’m the ridiculous one.”
“Darn tooting!” he agreed enthusiastically, not taking his eyes off of the empty library.
“... Come again?”
“SH!” Al hushed me again, waving a hand at me to silence me which, to my dismay, poked me in the eyeball, “She’s coming!”
“Bloody OW! Albus, you wanker!” I hissed rubbing my watering eye that was losing vision by the second. I blinked the tears out of my eyes.
You know, at times it’s rather hard being in love with a bloke who is so ridiculous.
“Sorry, Fruity,” Al muttered indifferently, not caring about my red and puffy eye. His attention was fixated.
I’m so loved.
While I was nursing my injury, Al’s face suddenly turned beet red and he clenched his hands into fists.
“That asshole is holding Rosie’s hand!” Al snarled viciously at whatever-the-hell was on the other side of the bookshelf, making me jump.
I forgot my swollen eye and turned my attention to Al who looked like he was going to pass out.
“Who? Who? Who?” I asked eagerly tugging on Al’s sleeve like a toddler asking for lunch.
Yeah that shows a lot about my maturity level.
“That bitch!” Al whispered angrily, gripping the edge of the bookshelf so hard his knuckles turned white. “How could she date him!?”
“Al, what’s happening? I can’t read your mind!” I huffed exasperatedly trying to push him out of the way. “Move, move, MOVE! Who’s she with?” Al scowled and marched out from our hiding spot in the library to confront Rose and her ‘boyfriend’.
I really should help that boy with his anger issues.
“Who is it?” I hissed to myself before peering out from behind the bookshelf.
My eyes widened like saucers.
If you go to Hogwarts, there are a few things that are well accepted when dealing with the Weasleys or the Potters.
1) Tread the waters carefully when you date within the Weasley and Potter families. They tend to get violent.
2) If you are not at the top of your class, a nice bloke, good at Quidditch... On second thought, if you’re not perfect expect to get hurt when dating one of the females in that family.
3) Stay away from the Ambrosia girl who hangs out with Albus Potter, she’s mental. Fear her.
... I’m kidding about that one.
Well mostly. Only a few people are scared of me. It’s not my fault that I tend to get a little loud and a little crazy.
My mom used to say I was unique...
4) Most importantly, if you are a jerk, AVOID ALL WEASLEYS AND POTTERS AT ALL COSTS, which most definitely includes Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin prince and all around a not-so-nice guy. DO NOT date any Weasley or Potter of any sort.
So can someone please explain to me why Scorpius Malfoy is currently holding hands with Rose Weasley?
That boy must have a death wish.
He’s very lucky that James is not here. Unlucky for him, Al is still here.
Wait until Al gets his hands on him.
Unfortunately, Al got a little bit of a head start and was storming towards the couple sitting at a secluded corner. Scorpius was whispering sweet nothings into Rose’s ear as she blushed and giggled. She ran a hand through his windswept golden blonde hair, delicately brushing strands away from his grey eyes.
If I thought Achilles and Rose were gross, Scorpius and Rose were repulsive.
It was like watching the most epic romance movie of all time... While eating the sweetest ice cream you can find.
Yeah, it was that sickeningly sweet.
Oh man, now I’m hungry.
I wonder if the elves would mind if I popped in for a snack...
I could go for some chocolate cake right about now.
“Oi!” Al called loudly, shocking Rose and Scorpius back into reality. Scorpius scowled at Al as Al glowered furiously at him.
It’s not too much of a secret that Al and Scorpius had a mutual dislike for each other which is odd because Al generally doesn’t dislike anyone. He’s usually a kind hearted bloke.
Well, if you consider everything besides Scorpius.
“Potter,” Scorpius greeted coldly, giving Al a steely glare. He lifted his long nose at Al superiorly. “Do you mind? I’m enjoying my afternoon with my girlfriend.” Scorpius wrapped an arm around Rose’s waist, shoving Al’s nose in it just a little more. Al scowled. Rose winced as if she were expecting Al to explode like Slughorn’s coat when he’s had one too many crystal pineapples.
You wait, my friend, it’s coming.
Al growled using his angry voice (which only sounded a little adorable), “Well, I thought I might have a little word with my dear cousin.”
I walked up beside him. “Al,” I warned, grabbing his arm. Al looked at me quickly then back at Rose, breathing slowly.
“Fruity, it’s fine,” he replied tightly, shaking me off. “I’ve got this.”
The kid seriously has some anger issues.
Scorpius gripped her hand protectively, but Rose just smiled weakly at Scorpius. “It’ll just be a quick word,” Rose reassured him, tracing patterns on his hand. “I’ll be back in a second.”
Scorpius gave her a stiff nod before letting her go, looking at her worriedly as she made her way to Al and I. He ran a calloused hand over his thin face, watching anxiously.
Well what do you know - Scorpius genuinely cares for someone other than his pale self. Who knew that Scorpius was an actual human being?
Not me, that’s for sure.
Al glared at Rose and stayed silent as she looked nervously between us. Rose’s blue eyes seemed to be a little wetter than usual, water droplets sticking to her long curly eyelashes. She pulled on the ends of her wavy auburn hair. She wrinkled her perfectly shaped freckled nose and then bit her full, red lip. Seconds ticked by, but Al continued to stare disappointedly at Rose.
Well, this is fun...
Awkward has a new definition - and it is right here and now.
Why is it that awkwardness always seems to follow me around?
“So,” I said smacking my lips loudly, glancing at Al and Rose. “How ‘bout them Canons?”
“What are you playing at, Rose?” Al snarled finally, pursing his black eyebrows together. Rose sighed at his ridiculous behaviour, colour flooding to her cheeks.
Ambrosia Annabeth Flynn: forever ignored.
My life is destined for loneliness.
I’m so dramatic... I should write a book.
Misery’s Best Friend: Fruity.
It’d be a bestseller.
Come on, you know you’d read it.
Who wouldn’t want to know what’s going on in my noggin.
... I took that a little too far.
“Allie,” Rose started hesitantly with his childhood nickname, which was a nice touch if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, it did no good; Al was fuming.
“Don’t ‘Allie’ me,” he snapped harshly. Rose winced.
Rose blinked. “What?”
“How long have you been dating him?” Al growled, sounding hurt. Rose bit her lip nervously and looked down at her feet. “How long have you been lying to me?”
Since when did Al become such a drama queen?
Probably since birth.
Have you seen James?
I swear someone pulled that bloke straight off of a soap opera.
“Al,” I warned again, glaring at him, “Be nice.”
Rose smiled at me gratefully. I could see Al visibly relaxed his boyishly handsome features and instead of seeming angry, he merely looked concerned.
“Rosie,” he said calmer this time. He breathed out slowly, his shoulders relaxing. “Why are you going out with that... that- Malfoy?” Rose suddenly became very interested with her shoes.
“I- He treats me well,” she stuttered, picking at her perfectly manicured nails nervously.
I interjected suddenly. “Malfoy?”
Rose raised a sculpted eyebrow at my intrusion. “I know he’s a little- rough around the edges, but-“
“THE Scorpius Malfoy,” I continued incredulously. “He does have a tendency to be a little, well, um... mean.”
“You’re too nice, Fruity,” Al commented, looking at me briefly. “He’s a downright prick. He’s the one who stole all of your uniforms in second year so you had to wear mine.”
I rolled my eyes. “That was a long time ago. I’m over it,” I said shrugging my shoulders carelessly. I honestly meant it. I didn’t care about silly things like that – much anyways.
“McGonagall talked to you about your desire to dress like a bloke,” Al shouted in outrage, while I faintly blushed. “She recommended you see a therapist about it!”
I laughed weakly at the uncomfortable memory, trying to shrug it off. “It’s kind of funny looking back at it, right?”
“It’s not, Fruity,” Al said seriously, giving me a stern, protective look. “No one messes with my Fruity when I’m around.”
“I don’t need your protection, Al. I can handle myself.”
“From pricks like him, you need my help,” Al said protectively.
I rolled my eyes. “God, Al. Since when did I need help from anyone?”
“Hey, don’t blame me! I’m protective over everyone! You’re the stupid one who decided to befriend me!” he hissed accusingly.
“You know you still love me.”
“You’re face is ridiculous!”
“The back of your head is ridiculous!”
Al snorted. “Only because I have sexy bed hair,” he replied whipping his air around like a supermodel which looked as ridiculous as it sounds, if you were wondering.
“’Sexy bed hair’?” I repeated mockingly. “I would call your hair out of control.”
“That’s because nothing can control me!”
“Because you’re too stupid to listen to orders,” I said, nodding wisely.
“Like your face!”
“You’re mean!” Al complained.
“You’re an idiot.”
“I claim no ownership of you and your lack of intelligence.”
“Don’t disown me, Fruity! You know that you love me!”
“That’s up for debate; I can’t deal with your stupidity all the time.”
Rose looked back and forth between Al and I, seemingly debating whether or not it was safe for her to leave. Al quickly intervened before Rose could slip away.
“At least I’m not a prick like Malfoy,” Al brought up unnecessarily.
“He’s different now,” Rose persisted, getting both of our attentions. “He’d never do that to anyone.”
“I’m sure that’s what he’s told you,” Al scoffed.
“This isn’t your decision, Al,” Rose tried to say firmly, but her voice shook a little. Rose always looked so fragile, like anything could break her. “I don’t want you to be mad at me, but I want to be with Scorpius.”
“Rose-“ Al tried to say but Rose cut him off.
“Al, please don’t be mad at me,” Rose pleaded, her deep blue eyes wide looking like an innocent child.
... I wish I could pull off that look.
I probably would just look constipated.
Definitely would look constipated.
“Rose, if you want to be with Malfoy, what are you doing hanging out with Achilles?” Al accused, folding his arms over his chest firmly, looking angry as ever.
The little colour in Rose’s perfectly shaped pale face drained.
“I didn’t-“ Rose trailed off nervously, wringing her hands.
I wanted to defend her and tell Al to lighten up, but he was right. I may not agree with how harsh Al was being, but when it comes to my brother, no one messes with him.
“Exactly,” Al said glaring at her. “Leave Achilles alone. The bloke really likes you-“
I scoffed to myself. Like? More like desperately-head-over-heels-madly-in-love.
“You can’t do that to him,” Al ordered, while Rose seemed to be unable to look him in the eye. “It’s not fair and it’s downright cruel.”
“Al,” Rose said, her eyes wide and honest. “I’ve been dating Scorpius for a long time. It’s not like I meant to get that... close to Achilles-“
“You did, though,” Al pointed out bluntly as she looked ashamedly at her shoes. “Now you have to end it, before you hurt him anymore.”
Rose let out a breath that she was holding then walked away without another word. Scorpius stood up when Rose approached him and grabbed her hands immediately. Her hands shook as Scorpius tried to hold them still.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly and concerned, brushing her auburn her away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.
Rose nodded fervently. “I’m fine. Let’s just please go.” Scorpius nodded at her and guided her out of the deserted library, glaring at us the entire time while leaving Al and I to ourselves.
Al groaned loudly and wiped his hand over his (very attractive) face.
“Well that was productive,” I said cheerfully clapping my hands together. Al turned and glared at me evilly.
Oh, I’m just kidding.
“Lighten up, Al,” I said brightly, punching him playfully on the shoulder in an attempt to cheer him up a bit. Al just continued to glare at me.
Al sighed and shook his head. “What in Merlin’s name am I supposed to do? Malfoy is probably shagging Rosie right now!”
I rolled my eyes. “How come you always come to the conclusion that when people are dating, they are automatically shagging?”
Al threw his hands in the air hysterically. “That’s what blokes do!”
“Oh my God, Al,” I groaned, slapping a hand to my face. “You’re ridiculous.”
“It’s true!” Al protested, folding his arms immaturely. Then he looked at me suddenly and his green eyes widened like saucers. “Please, Fruity. For the love of God, do NOT ever get a boyfriend.”
Or you could be my boyfriend, Al.
Well, I thought it was a good suggestion.
“You’re right, I don’t need companionship. I guess I’ll just die alone,” I muttered sarcastically, glaring at Al who collapsed into a chair at a table.
“Works for me,” he said tiredly as I continued to give him a death glare. “I can’t deal with worrying if some bloke is shagging you.”
I blushed furiously at the thought of it, avoiding eye contact with Al. “Okay, moving on from my sex life... What are we going to do about Rose?”
“Huh?” Al said intelligently as he frowned at me.
“Well we obviously are going to do something,” I retorted, sending him a challenging look.
I rolled my eyes. I thought for sure that Al would be used to my ridiculous antics by now. “Someone needs to help her realize that Malfoy is no good for her and that she really wants to be with Achilles.”
“And who says that’s us?” Al asked sceptically.
I smirked at him evilly. “... Do you know me at all?”
Al sighed again. “Why is it that whenever I’m with you I am always doing something very noble and very stupid?”
“You know you still love me,” I repeated to him as he shook his head.
“This is crazy,” Al muttered. “And it most certainly will not end well.”
I shrugged easily. “Since when did I ever care about those two things?”
“Since when did we turn into cupid?” Al asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I grinned. “I’ve always been cupid. Come on, lazy bum. We’ve got work to do.”
I turned around and began to walk quickly out of the library. I had high hopes for this. Rose would realize Scorpius isn’t the one for her, leave him, and realize Achilles was the bloke of her dreams. And maybe along the way, Al would finally realize that he was madly in love with me. Everyone was going to be happy (minus Malfoy, maybe I’d find a girlfriend for him along the way). Things were looking up. Me and Al were going to make this happen. Nothing could stop us.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SEX LIFE!?”
A/N: Ahaha, oh Al, you silly goose. He makes me chuckle. Remember to review! && Thanks for reading!
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