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Chapter 12 : A Lot Can Happen in a Year
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“I’m sorry,” Rose said honestly.
Scorpius looked into her eyes, trying to find some sense of remorse. Shaking his head, he placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “I’m sorry isn’t always enough.” Dropping his hand, he turned around and started to walk away again. Then stopping to say one last word, he turned around and truthfully said, “I can’t believe I ever trusted you, Weasley.”
1 Year and 4 Months Later
It was the last day of August. Rose was sprawled out on her bed, staring at the celling. She had on a loose sun dress and her hair down and wild. She figured since nobody she wanted to impress was going to see her, she wouldn’t bother doing her hair.
It was Saturday. In less than two days, she would be on the Hogwarts Express, heading back for her final year of Hogwarts. She couldn’t believe so much had changed since last year.
Breaking up with Ben, which was one of the hardest things she had ever done, was for the best. After being with him for two and a half years, she couldn’t help but feel she was just dragging him along, but she could still remember the huge puppy eyes he had given her after she said she wanted to break up. Those eyes had made it almost impossible to do. But she couldn’t help it: her heart wasn’t in it—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Ben was boring to be with. His obvious need of reassurance about their relationship from her was beyond annoying, and the two of them were much too similar.
A tapping noise on her window jerked her from her thoughts. Rose let out a slight groan and asked herself, “Will he ever get a clue?” Getting up, she took the letter from the owl. Ever since the breakup about a month ago, he had been sending her a lot of letters. All of them contained something like ‘please take me back’, ‘you are the only girl for me’, or ‘I love you.’
It was at that moment her mother walked into her room to tell her tea was ready. “Thanks, mum,” she said while placing the letter on her desk with the other ones that he had sent her.
Walking down the staircase and into the kitchen, she saw her father at the table reading the Daily Profit. “Where’s Hugo?” she asked, noticing he was nowhere in sight.
Setting the paper down, Ron had a smile on his face. “He’s with Lorcan and Lysander.”
She nodded her head; she should’ve known he’d be with them. Walking over to the seat beside her dad, she started to drink her tea. Ron picked up the paper again and started to read.
Rose just stared at her father with a funny look on her face. Ron could feel her eyes on him and smiling some, he closed the paper quickly and said in an innocent voice with a goofy grin, “Do you want part of the paper?”
Rose’s eyes widened and a smile came to her face as she crossed her arms in a ‘what do you think’ way. Ron, laughing at his daughter, pulled out the part of the paper he had already read and handed it over. “Thank you,” she said with a sweet voice and a smile.
They were both reading when Hermione walked down and announced, “Your Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny are coming over for dinner.”
Rose groaned out loud, “Do they have to?”
Hermione and Ron were shocked, “You love it when they come over,” Hermione said.
“I know,” Rose said, banging her head down on the table.
Ron gave her a weird look and asked, “Is everything alright?”
“No,” she moaned, “Ever since I broke up with Ben, Albus has been on my back about it, and I’m sick of it.”
Quickly catching on to what this conversation was about, Ron stood up and said, “Girl drama: you can handle that, Hermione, I’m going into the other room.” As he walked out, he gave Hermione a satisfied look as she crossed her arms and shot daggers at him with her eyes.
“Are you really going to let him do that?” Rose asked, seeing the look on her mother’s face.
Composing herself back into her mother-type state of mind, she walked over to the table, sat down, and said, “Your fathers always been a COWARD when it came to stuff like this,” she yelled the word ‘coward’ so Ron would hear her.
He must have because he yelled back a second later, “I LOVE YOU TOO, DEAR.”
Hermione and Rose both let out a slight laugh. Hermione looked at Rose and said in serious voice, “You knew when you broke up with Ben this was going to be a problem. Now don’t get me wrong…if he didn’t make you happy, then you had every right to break up with him, and I’m glad you did. But you can’t expect things to just stay the same.”
“I know that, mum, but I can’t just tell Albus I broke up with his best friend because he was boring. Albus just keeps wanting me to justify my reasoning, and I feel that I shouldn’t have to.” Rose put her hand on her face and rubbed her eyes.
Hermione reached out and brushed her fingers through Rose’s hair. Changing the subject, she said, “You are such a lovely girl. I like your hair long like this.”
Rose looked at how long her hair was. She had let it grow out some, but she didn’t realize she had let it go to her waist.
“Let me tell you something, dear. You are going to have plenty of guys in your life; some of which you will have to break up with. And to be completely honest, I didn’t exactly think Ben was good for you anyway. He seemed a little too perfect for my liking.”
“Well at least some one agrees with me,” Rose said a little too loudly.
Hermione smiled and patted her daughter’s hair, “If you don’t want to be here tonight, that’s fine. You can go to town, but just know eventually you are going to have to deal with this problem. Albus is family, and unfortunately you can’t get rid of family.”
Rose hit her head to the table and started to lightly bang it while yelling in an annoyed voice, “I don’t want to deal with it.”
“Rose, stop that. You are seventeen years old: too old to be acting like that,” Hermione said. Stopping, Rose still kept her head face down to the table. “Look at me,” Hermione said sweetly.
Lifting up her head, Rose met her mother’s eyes; Hermione reached out for her daughters hand. “Know that the sooner you deal with your issues, the better the outcome will be.”
Standing up, Hermione walked over to the kitchen counter and started to chop vegetables for dinner that night.
Rose stood up and walked to her room. She knew her mother had a point, but that didn’t mean she wanted to deal with it.
Scorpius was in his room when his house elf, Kippy, appeared in his room. Putting his book down, he looked at the elf. “Yes?” he said with a sly smile.
The house elf was wearing a purple and yellow skirt with a white lace apron, a white ruffled blouse, and completely white sneakers. At one point, Astoria had offered to buy her some nicer shoes that would match her colorful outfits better, but Kippy said her sneakers were comfortable and she didn’t want to part with them. This basically led to Astoria buying several pairs of really expensive tennis shoes.
Kippy, smiling at Scorpius, wiped her hand on her apron and said in sweet voice, “Master and Mistress request tea with you at two.”
Rolling his eyes, Scorpius didn’t see why they sent Kippy up every day—seeing as how they always had tea at two anyway. Closing his book, he nodded his head and Kippy left the room.
Standing up, he walked over to his closet to change clothes. Right now he was wearing torn jeans and a black shirt the neither his mother or father would find acceptable attire for anything. Grabbing a pair of khaki pants and a white button down shirt, he walked downstairs into the sun room where he saw his mother and father sitting. “You know that I know what time tea is,” he said while walking to the table and taking a seat.
“I told you he would say that, dear,” Astoria said to Draco.
“Well, if he knew how to tell time, he would know his curfew is at eleven o’clock—not one o’clock,” Draco said while stirring his tea. He looked over at Scorpius.
Scorpius just smirked back, “Well an eleven is just two ones.”
“Umm hmm,” Draco said.
Astoria, taking a sip of her tea, asked, “What classes did you sign up for this term?”
“The usual,” he said, “N.E.W.T level Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Charms, and Advanced Potions.”
Nodding her head, Astoria asked, “You’re taking two potions, but why don’t you have a history class?”
“Because I took an extra history class last year so I could take the Advanced Potions.”
“And why aren’t you taking Transfiguration?” Draco questioned.
“Because I don’t like it,” Scorpius answered.
“Correction,” Draco said, “You weren’t good at it.”
“Well that too,” Scorpius said. The only reason he even did good in the class was because he wanted to beat Rose, but that required a lot more extra studying then he liked.
“So how is Advanced Potions different form N.E.W.T level Potions?” Astoria asked.
“Well for one thing, not just anybody can get into Advanced Potions. Also, it is a smaller class and you learn harder potions,” Scorpius said, pouring some sugar into his tea.
“Well you better be careful. That Weasley girl is going to give you a run for your money,” Draco said.
“Which one?” Scorpius asked in a sarcastic voice.
Draco eyed his son. “You know which one,” he said harshly.
Scorpius laughed at his father’s reaction and said, “I know which one, but I’m not worried.”
“You should be worried. According to her father, she has been studying for that class all summer.” Draco said, mocking Ron Weasley’s voice and then rolling his eyes.
“That’s because I have always beaten her in potions, and she can’t stand it,” Scorpius said while tapping his spoon on his cup and placing it on the table. Scorpius looked at his watch and asked, “May I leave? I’m supposed to meet Bryan.”
“Are you going to be home on time tonight?” Draco asked.
“Yes,” Scorpius said as he stood up.
“Very well,” Draco said.
Scorpius walked over and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the room.
When Scorpius walked up Bryan’s doorstep, he didn’t even get a chance to knock before Bryan swung the door open. Scorpius looked at Bryan; his face was bright red and he looked like he was about to have a fit.
Walking inside, he saw Vivian standing in the foyer with her hands over her mouth: trying to hold back a laugh. Walking inside, Bryan slammed the door behind him. Scorpius widened his eyes, went straight over to Vivian, and whispered, “What got into him?” while slightly inclining his head toward Bryan.
“You want to know what got into me?” Bryan yelled, “I’ll show you what got into me.” He then marched straight out of the foyer and upstairs.
Scorpius looked at Vivian, wondering if they should follow, until he heard, “Are you coming?” yelled in a high pitched voice.
Following Bryan into his room, he noticed how nice it looked. His house elf Betty must have done a number when she found out Bryan was having friends over. Bryan wouldn’t have cared if anyone saw how dirty his room was, but Scorpius knew Betty wouldn’t tolerate that.
Looking around the room, Scorpius saw a small black velvet box laying gently on Bryans pillow. “Is that it?” Scorpius asked, walking over to the box.
Bryan didn’t say a word; he just crossed his arms and fumed.
Picking up the small box, Scorpius opened it and started to laugh. Vivian, unable to contain herself any more, laughed too.
“It’s not funny,” Bryan shrieked. “McGonagall has gone off the deep end.”
Looking back down into the box, Scorpius stared at the gold pendent with the initials ‘HB’ which meant Brian was Head Boy this year. Scratching his head, Scorpius smirked, “Well I think it’s pretty.”
Vivian snorted, “Who is head girl?” Thinking for a second, she said, “Weasley probably.”
“No,” Scorpius said casually, more to himself than anyone else.
“Why do you say that?” Vivian asked.
“Because of her record,” Scorpius said, placing the pin on Bryans night stand and plopping himself on the bed.
“Yes, but she was pretty good last year,” Vivian said, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside Scorpius.
“Yes, but so was I, and we all know if records weren’t taken into consideration, I would have been named Head Boy,” Scorpius said, slinging his arm around Vivian.
It was weird. Even though they had gone out for brief period last year, they still acted like they were together even though they weren’t. They flirted with each other and hugged each other. The only thing they didn’t do was kiss. Most people wouldn’t have known they were broken up, and the people that did know thought they would eventually get back together. Scorpius couldn’t explain his reasoning for why they broke up; all he could say was something didn’t feel right. Vivian, on the other hand, just figured it was a timing issue and eventually things would fall into place.
“It’s not Weasley,” Bryan announced looking down at what Scorpius could only assume was Bryan’s congratulations letter. “It’s one of her friends: I recognize the name but I can’t think of the face.”
“Well what’s the name?” Scorpius asked curiously.
“Stacy Hunt,” Bryan said.
“No clue who that it is,” Vivian said snootily.
“Yes you do,” Scorpius said, dropping his arm from Vivian’s shoulders and into his lap. “It’s the dark brown haired girl we use to always make fun of because she followed Rose around like a puppy.”
Thinking about it for a second, Vivian said, “Oh the really annoying one?”
“You mean the tattle tale one?” Bryan commented.
“That’s correct,” Scorpius said, putting one of his arms behind his head and laying down.
“Oh well that sucks,” Bryan said, looking back down at the letter. “How did you know she was Stacy?”
Thinking back, Scorpius replied casually, “I had to spend practically a year with the Queen Bee. Let’s just say I learnt a couple of things.”
“Lovely,” Bryan said sarcastically while crumpling up the letter and tossing it into a waste bucket. “Now I get to live with her.”
“Well, have fun with Miss Goody Goody,” Vivian said sarcastically. “Who knows? Maybe you can take some of the good out of her,” Vivian raised her eyebrows up.
Bryan laughed, “I doubt it.”
Scorpius, releasing a tired breath, changed the subject. That was the one thing he didn’t do: Rose. He didn’t talk about her, to her, didn’t bother her. He figured it was best to refrain from her as much as he could. The only time he said anything about her was when the topic of conversation led to her, and even then he didn’t say anything bad or nasty about her: he just stated the facts.
After a long think session, Rose decided to stay for dinner. Even though she didn’t want to, she took her mother’s advice and decided to confront her problem. But the second that the doorbell rang, she immediately regretted her decision. She could see them from the top of the stairs as the five Potters entered her house. Taking a seat on the top stair, she looked down.
Rose knew she was being a coward, but she didn’t want to deal with Albus. She watched as her mother greeted them all and how she hugged Ginny and Harry. Her father congratulated James on making it into the Auror training program at the ministry. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes to get the nerve to walk downstairs.
She kept her eyes closed until she felt someone sit down beside her and ask, “What are you doing up here?”
Opening her eyes, she looked at Hugo, “The same thing you are…hiding.”
Hugo looked down at the bottom of the stairs and said, “What are you hiding from?”
“Albus and his interrogations,” she looked down at Albus as he looked around the room and tried to spot her. “What are you hiding from?” she asked.
“What do you think I’m hiding from?” he paused for a moment, “Our family.”
Rose nodded; she knew what he meant. Not that their family didn’t love him any less, but since Hugo was in Ravenclaw, there was always this awkward feeling when there were family gatherings. Everyone loved Hugo, but sometimes they couldn’t help but look at Hugo and give him strange looks because he was different. Even their dad was one of those people. He loved Hugo—he really did—but he couldn’t help it sometimes. He would do it unconsciously, realize what he had done, and then quickly try to hide it. These funny looks always made Hugo dread anything family related—even coming home for the summer. The only person who didn’t give him the looks was Rose, and that was mostly because she was too caught up in her own world to care about Hugo and his drama. Regardless of the reason, he was happy she didn’t do it.
“How do you deal with it, Hugo?” Rose asked, looking up at her brother.
“What do you mean?” he said, meeting her eyes.
“I mean, how do you go downstairs and just sit in front of people, knowing they’re thinking about and staring at you?”
“Well that’s easy, I figure if they want to stare or say anything, they can, but I’m not leaving. They make it uncomfortable for themselves. It’s kind of like ‘yeah I’m here, what are you going to do about it?’” Hugo said.
“Does that method work?” Rose asked.
Smiling at her, Hugo said, “No, but it gives me some self-satisfaction in knowing I can confront people and let them know I can rise above it.” Rose thought about it for minute and glanced back down at her family, who were all walking into the living room. Hugo lowered his head and whispered to her, “Little tip: just act like nothing is wrong, and let them figure out what the next move is.”
Letting out a small chuckle, Rose stood up and said, “We should get down there.”
Both of them walked down and into the living room. The second they got in there, they received a sea of hugs. Rose walked around greeting everyone and giving them all one of her dazzling smiles, and when she got to Albus, she just smiled even more and gave him a hug, acting as if nothing had happened. She even took a brave step and sat beside him on the couch.
The evening went smoothly. Harry and her dad talked about work, and her mother talked to Ginny about her next book and how the case she was currently working on was a real disaster waiting to happen. James was practically being interrogated by everyone about his plans. Hugo sat and listened like he always did, commenting every once in a while to prove he was paying attention. Lilly practically chatted Rose’s ear off all night: talking about the most mundane, naive stuff, and Albus just chimed in to Lilly and Rose’s conversation when he wanted to say something.
When the night was over, Rose went to her room and climbed into bed. All that acting was pretty exhausting. She didn’t know how long she was going to be able to put a show like that on. But the one thing she did know was that come Monday, getting on the train and heading off to Hogwarts was going to be the last thing that she wanted to do.
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