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Rumor Has It by DeathCabForCutie
Chapter 3 : Trouble is a Friend
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People always say when you fall down you have to pull yourself back up. Most of those people however don’t mean it literally. But as I lifted my body out of a two-foot ditch of mud I knew that in my case things should always be taken literally.



Looking up at my classmates, I wanted to just drop right back down to the ground and die. Yes my life had been unfortunate before but until this moment it hadn’t taken a physical toll. Two days earlier I knew my life was almost at it’s lowest, but as I felt the grimy dirt nestle into my hair, I knew I finally arrived to the lowest point possible.


Two days earlier, I was just leaving the prefect meeting and heading back to my dorm. Although I wasn’t in the best mood it was slightly improved from the mood previous to it. My steps weren’t as heavy and my body wasn’t as rigid. After my self pep talk in the Head meeting I seemed to be able to pick myself up. Maybe I would get through this. That thought vanished from my mind however when I saw Rachel waiting outside my dorm. What the hell could she want? There was no crowd to use against me here.


“Oh Rose!” She greeted me like an old friend. “Could you be a dear and give me the password?”

My eyebrows rose as my stomach tightened hatefully. “Why do you need it?”

“Well, just between us girls, I want to ask Scorpius to Hogsmede.”

I couldn’t help it. It was too easy. I had to strike back. So I feigned an interested look. “Really? Because I think he already has a date.”


“Yeah, I saw him writing the note yesterday. Though I didn’t see who it was addressed to so maybe he’s sending it to you…” My jaw dropped dramatically, “Maybe it’s sitting in your room right now!”

Without second guessing my helpfulness she strutted away, her ridiculous heels clicking the whole way.


It was insane how gullible she was. After all she did just spend the past hour attempting to discredit me and yet she didn’t even consider whether or not to trust my advice. I guess she was really desperate for Malfoy.

I paused and busted out into laughter at that thought before walking through the portrait hole. Malfoy, ironically, was sitting on the couch finishing his potions essay. Despite our mutual hatred I felt entitled to let him know what I’d just done. So I sat next to him.

“What do you want Weasley?” He asked bluntly, his voice was tired and worn.

“Do you have a date for Hogsmede?” I asked bluntly.

He looked surprised for a moment then gave me an odd look. “No.”

“Well you might want to find one… because I found Rachel lurking outside and I told her you already had one.”

“Why…would you do that?” His voice was beyond annoyed.

I tilted my head at him curiously. “I thought you didn’t like Rachel.”

“That’s precisely it Weasley. I always go stag and now she’s going to expect me to either take her or someone else.”

I had yet to see a problem with that. “Um then ask someone else.”

“Everyone worth taking already has a date.”

As usual his words found their mark. So I shrugged, and walked to my staircase. “Well that sucks. I’m going to bed.”

“Come back here!”

“What?” I turned and propped my hand on my hip.

His face was impassive. “You don’t have a date.”

“No I don’t and thank you for so elegantly throwing that in my face. Now I’m goin-“

“You’re going with me to Hogsmede.” He told me as if it was obvious.


“You got me into this mess and there’s no way I’m going with her.”

I let out a hollow laugh. “That sounds like a personal problem. I apologize for setting her on you but there’s no way in hell-“

“What you have better plans?” He asked with a smirk. “You going with a really striking book?”

I bit down on my lip so hard it bled. “You know, I know we hate each other. I’ve come to grips with that fact from the minute you opened your mouth to insult me first year. I understand that you will never be civil with me because it’s against your very nature but do you really have to join the team? Do you really have to add to the hell they are inflicting on me?”

His face softened as furious tears surfaced in my eyes.

“I’ve been exploited enough. Now if what I’ve done is truly horrible then I will write her a letter explaining my error but don’t you dare stand there and look down on me. I have enough people pointing at and judging me. I’m not weak and feeble. I don’t need a date and you know what? I don’t want one!”


I spun and was about to stomp up the stairs to my room when his arm gripped mine and stopped me. Glancing up at him I was surprised to find him looking…remorseful. The revelation didn’t make my anger fade, but it did make my cheeks flush for a reason I didn’t know.

I didn’t mean it like that…” His face was tightened uncomfortably as his steel eyes scrambled for the right words. “I just meant…”

“What?” I questioned him sharply, considerably unnerved by this side of him. “What did you mean then?”

Malfoy let out a sigh and released my arm gently. “I’m just saying for one day… we can help each other out.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Oh?” His usual pompousness returning slightly.

“I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can.”

I crossed my arms at him. “What do you think a date with you would even do to help me?”

“Incase you’ve missed it, I’m the most popular bachelor at Hogwarts.”

A loud snort busted out of my mouth. “And humble too huh?”

“I’m just saying it’s one night. It would boost your credibility and give me peace from Rachel.” He reasoned as if it were as easy as that.

“It’s a wonderful thought, but no one would ever believe that neither you nor I would share a book let alone a date.”

A trace of a smile was on his face. “That’s true, but they wouldn’t stop talking about it either.”


I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. If his face didn’t look entirely serious I would think this was all some huge ploy to embarrass me further. How could he be serious though? This ridiculous conversation was the longest we had ever gone without hexing each other, but it was also completely crazy. Rationally I tried to consider it and make sure that I was right. Maybe he was right, it would be insane, but maybe he had a point.


“Well…what would we do?” I asked with a frown.

“Eat, shop, and leave.”

It sounded easy enough but I still had my reservations. “Will we have to…hold hands?”

“No,” His replied instantly.

“What will we tell everyone?”

He shrugged coolly. “My friend’s won’t really care.”

“This is crazy!”

“It will last three hours tops.”

I gave him a look of disbelief. “You think that you and I can stand to not only be civil for three hours but act like…we like each other?!”

“I can fake it.”

“I highly doubt that.”

He sneered down at me. “Wanna bet?”

“What are we betting on specifically?”

“I bet you that I can make it longer than you can.”

A smirk popped up onto my face. “You know what? You’re on.”


“Fine. Oh and by the way you have to ask me. I hope that isn’t too much trouble since you would look stupid if you weren’t taking the forward position.”


I couldn’t take him the least bit seriously. “You do that then.”


For a moment we starred at each other, each trying to see when the other would break down. Neither of us gave in. So finally after exactly three minutes I scowled.

“Well I’m going to bed. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Malfoy.”

“Guess you will Weasley.”


As I wondered up the steps to my room I felt like I was in the middle of a very odd dream.

The next morning I woke up and went straight to the great hall. Lauren was sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table with her little sister Delilah.


“Hey guys.”

Lauren nodded at me as she read her Daily Prophet. Delilah grinned at me perkily. “How are you Rose?”

“I’m just wonderful.” I yawned softly. “How about you?”

“I’m okay. I was wondering if you would help me with my Charms later?”


Delilah flashed me a crooked smile. She like Lauren was gorgeous and at fifteen knew how to use it to her advantage. As I poured myself some orange juice I began to go over a mental checklist of what I had to accomplish today.


1)    Start potions essay.

2)    Make Kelly’s birthday present.

3)    Finish Count of Monte Cristo.


It was a relatively small list, but I still had to go to Defense and Potions. There was something lingering in the back of my mind that I couldn’t remember. Something about the night before...I remembered the head meeting and the classes I went to but there was something I was missing. Shaking my head I ignored my instincts and went back to my breakfast. It would occur to me eventually. I had no idea that it would quite literally hit me.


“What the hell is that?” I heard Lauren laugh.


She nudged me in the stomach. “Rose look!”


I scowled at her but it didn’t last long. The second I looked up my jaw dropped. Seven owls of various shapes and sizes had large tarp with about a hundred roses on it.


“Who are they fo-?” I didn’t even have a chance to finish my sentence because the owls dropped the flowers in front of me.


My body was perfectly still as I starred at the scene in front of me, astounded. Though I felt everyone’s eyes on me I didn’t turn around to look. Of course Lauren being Lauren didn’t wait for everyone else’s opinion. She just stood right up and grabbed the parchment.


“It says, ‘Rose would you…’”

I rose to my feet and moved next to her. “Go on.”

“It says, 'Would you do my the great honor of going to Hogsmede with me…Scorpius.”



Embarrassment didn’t cover it. My entire body was on fire. Me, along with the entire great hall turned to look at Scorpius Malfoy. And you know he didn’t even have the audacity to look the least bit self-conscious. Instead he slid out of his chair and grinned at me.


“Well?” He called across the now silent hall.


If it were anyone else I would have been to overcome to speak because the gesture was so …sweet but I knew Scorpius was just trying to one up me on this bet. So I took a deep breath and put on the biggest smile. “Yes.”

It seemed as if the whole contents of the great hall held its breath before I answered because the minute I did there was a collective gasp. Then everyone snapped back into his or her conversations as if the whole thing never happened. Except for the fact that a majority of their conversations changed from Quidditch and the latest article in Witches Weekly to the Hogwarts bad boy asking out…me.


The look Kelly gave me was priceless. Her tiny little face looked at me in absolute horror. She couldn’t believe I would do such a thing. Glancing to the side I was surprised to see that Lauren was wearing the same expression. Before they could question me or anyone else could for that matter, I grabbed a bagel, slung my bag over my shoulder and strutted to class.


The rest of the day was surprisingly pleasant. True everyone was still talking about me, but it wasn’t about how feeble I was. Now it was how they couldn’t believe that he was interested in me. Frankly, I wasn’t insulted at that, because even I had to admit Malfoy was attractive. It took me years to notice because I was so busy hating him, but sometime last year I saw him flirting with some girl and I saw it. That thing that made girls ages 12-20 loose their minds was clear in a way it never had been before. He had this just dark knight look about him. Like he would be the guy that would show up in a crisis with his black leather jacket, swooping blonde hair and prominent chin, and would smirk at the danger. Girls love that shit. Because the only thing that’s more fascinating is what’s hidden in that smirk. It’s a smirk that tempts the bad guys to do their worst because he sure as hell will do his. At least that’s what Lily told me when I asked what the big deal was.


I’d spend the majority of the afternoon sitting in my common room finishing up Kelly’s present and was 80 percent done when I saw that soon I would have to leave for potions. Arriving early I sat in the front and went back to work. Since this was the only class I didn’t share with Kelly I didn’t care who saw it.


“What are you doing?”

Except maybe Rachel. “What do you want Rachel?”

“Well while you are playing arts and crafts I was wondering what the angle was.”

I glared up at her. “What the angle of what is?”

“You and Scorpius of course.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…I was sitting at breakfast and he sent me flowers and asked me out. You saw it happen so I don’t see what the question is-“

Rachel leaned on the chair next to me scathingly. “Rose I’ll make this clear to you. I want Scorpius. We will graduate soon and if I don’t get him to be mine by the end of the semester than I can kiss our marriage goodbye.”

If I were drinking something I would have spit it out. “Marriage?”

“Yes. I’m sure you’ve heard of the notion.” Her tone was cutting, “Now all that stands in my way is you.”

“Even if he didn’t ask me out what makes you think he would want to marry you? You’re only seventeen.”

Rachel released a high girlish laugh. “Are you kidding? Look at me!”

“Well then why didn’t he ask you out?”

Her face turned from fake friendly to coldblooded in an instant. “Listen here Weasley, I’ve put up with you over these years and even have thrown you a bone, but if you prevent me from getting him I will take you down.”


Then before I could utter a syllable, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and went to sit with her friends in the back. Put up with me my ass! If I weren’t Head Girl I would have kicked her ass by now. Before this year at least she didn’t say this shit to my face, but the minute we got onto the train it was suddenly open season on me. Even my mother wouldn’t be disappointed in me if I took action but I’m sure our headmaster might have a problem with it. Seeing as Head Girls are supposed to keep other students in line and all. Sometimes being in a position of power sucks.


“What’s wrong with you?” Albus questioned dropping in next to me.

“Rachel.” I growled hatefully.

He gave my arm a squeeze of reassurance. “Just four more months.”

“Easy for you to say,” I scoffed furiously. “If someone attacks you, you can do whatever you bloody please.”

“But I wouldn’t.”

I smiled at him kindly. “No, that’s more of James thing to do.”

“But I have to ask…what is with Malfoy?”

“If I understood him I would tell you.”

Albus’s green eyes narrowed at me suspiciously. “Then why did you say yes?”

“If I understood I would tell you.” I chuckled to him.

“Well you better only go on one date.”

“Why does it matter?”

He looked at me as if I’d gone mental. “Because…he’s Malfoy. Nothing good can come of making a habit of …being near him.”

“I thought your father lectured you about making nice with him.”

“He did, but your father didn’t.” He pointed out meaningfully.

I shrugged as I lowered my voice so only he could hear me. “Don’t worry. I still hate him and he still hates me.”

“So why are you-?”

Albus was shut up as soon as he noticed Professor Huston had already started class. I followed suit and put away Kelly’s present.

“The potion we are going to perform today is complex. Ms. Weasley could you please come up here and demonstrate it?”


I fought the urge to roll my eyes. She did this every potions class to either Albus or me just because of our surname. Albus sent me a smirk; clearly he was happy that today was my oh-so-lucky day. I went up to the professor and did everything she instructed. Finally after fifteen minutes she let me return to my seat. Most teachers treated me like any other student, but there were a few, like Huston, who went out of their way to make sure I stood out. Maybe she thought that my parent’s would appreciate hearing how she puts me on display for the class, but I didn’t. People starred at me enough without her help.


The rest of class was quite uneventful. Albus and I completed our in class assignment quickly and moved onto our next task; mad libs. We’d discovered this muggle wonder years ago when we were Christmas shopping near a convenience store. Since the adults were busy choosing our presents we snuck inside and along with millions of other interesting artifacts this book. Now I have never before or since shoplifted but I was seven so the amount of guilt was subsided by the fact that it was worth less than a sickle.  


Now for any holiday big or small we get each other a new mad libs to use for the few classes we share together. Last time in Care of Magical Creatures we went through three pages as Hagrid chased after the Kink he’d brought to class. We would have helped, but we both were scared shitless of the thing.


“Class dismissed!” Professor Huston announced finally.
Albus gave me a lopsided smirk. “Best Mad libs yet!”

“My favorite was, ‘baboons will loose their teeth if they moon me once more.

“Inventive eh? Originally it was, ‘blank will blank blank teeth if blank blank blank once blank.”

I laughed as we moved out of the class. “Yes Albus, truly visionary.”


Later on that night as I sat in my common room I felt perky. For the first time in two months all my homework was finished and it amazed me. Lauren had decided to come over after dinner and help me add the last touches on Kelly’s photobook. It became clear by the way she kept glancing at me that her only intention wasn’t just to offer her assistance.


“This looks great Rose.” She admired a particularly good picture of the three of us.

I beamed. “Thanks!”

“But I would like to address what happened this morning.”

I rolled my eyes at her. She was so diplomatic. “Okay…”

“Is Malfoy seriously interested in you because that would so…” I never found out what it would be because at that moment she made a strange face and shook her head. “More importantly what the hell were you doing saying yes?”

“Why are you so offended?”

She blinked at me. “Are you mental? You’ve hated the guy since we started Hogwarts and the last time I checked that hasn’t changed.”


That was true. My feelings towards Malfoy hadn’t shifted in any respect, but still I went along with this date. I even played along when he attempted to show me up with the flowers. I’m supposed to be taking the hits sent at me with grace. What I’m not supposed to do apparently is date my sworn enemy. Maybe that’s what was so appealing about it. The fact that no one expected or understood what I was doing, including, and maybe in fact especially, myself, drove me to doing it. Then again it wasn’t hard to analyze myself. The forbidden is always alluring because who doesn’t want to do something you’re not supposed to. But looking at Lauren’s face I knew I couldn’t tell her any of that. So I simply lied.


“You know Lauren he’s actually not that bad.” I’ve never seen her look so shocked in my life and I quite enjoyed it. You would have thought I told her that she was an alien made for breeding or something. “Calm down okay. It’s just one date.”

Her thin blonde eyebrows shot right back up. “Fine, but if it becomes anything more than that I’m going to commit you.”


Kelly would have ranted on all night, but after Lauren said what she had to say she said nothing more about it for the rest of the night.


“Rose, if you don’t wake up you’ll miss breakfast.”

I inhaled sharply and pulled my face out of my pillow to look up. “Whata?”

Hugo came over with a smile. “It’s nearly noon sis.”

“Oh…” I felt my stomach grumble. “Right.”

“Come on. You have to get up.”

I shook my head grumpily. “Why?”

“Because you have a date today. Or do you forget on purpose?” His smirk grew as I starred at him.

“How did you-?”

Hugo rolled his brown eyes at me. “Come on Rose. I know you better than anybody and more importantly I know Malfoy. And there’s no way in hell that you would go out with him unless you two had an agreement.”

“Well I’m glad you aren’t going to give me any shit.”

“Somebody has to be on Team Rose and as usual that person has to be me.”

I laughed at that. “Well thank you for the outstanding vote of confidence.”



As I sat up I had to grin at him. The way his brown hair laid gracefully off his face, the weary look that he wore so well reminded me of my father so much. Looks wise I may look just like my father but I act more like my mother when it comes to most things. Hugo was the opposite, he had my mothers almost every thing physically but when came down to it he was a carbon copy of my dad. They were both so laid back and calm about everything. Always in the back of my mind was this nagging concern of where I was going with my life, but they weren’t that way. Their main concern was what they were going to eat for the next meal or who was winning the Quidditch finals. They didn’t stay up nights, and weeks worrying what was going to become of them. Sometimes I wonder which way is better, to worry or to just simply let your life happen to you.


Rising I moved my worries back to their comfy little nook in the back of my brain and proceeded to stand. “I’ll meet you down in the Great Hall in a few minutes.”

“Alright,” He ruffled my hair affectionately prior to leaving my room.


I slumped down the stairs exhaustedly. Every orifice of my body was squeaky clean and I wasn’t keen on leaving my dorm. It had been years since I’d taken a day to simply taken a day to just lay in bed all day. When I was young I did it often but now there was barely enough of hours in the day to just sit down and relax. I love keeping busy with Quidditch, school, head girl duties and hanging out with my friends but some days it would be nice to not have to be anywhere or do anything. I guess that’s one of the consequences of getting older, you have to do things you don’t want to do. As if he could hear my inner monologue, Malfoy appeared in the common room behind me.


“What are you doing?”

I turned confusedly. “Going to breakfast.”

“Alright,” He snorted as if this activity he didn’t deem acceptable. “Well you might want to do something with yourself.”

“What do you mean?” I snapped quickly, crossing my arms.

Malfoy took a step towards me arrogantly. “Look, I don’t want to go on this date anymore than you do….Trust me. But you caused this mess and you looking like that is not going to fix it.”

“What most of your dates don’t wear neon headbands and no make up?” I scoffed sarcastically.

“Shockingly no. They actually care how much of a resemblance they share with a sprawling duck.”

I held back a laugh at that and instead gave him a look. “Well what am I supposed to wear?”

“Not grandma’s old sweater and a pair of fisherman jeans.” He told my authoritatively.

“What? And I should be dressed like you? Who wears black on a first date?!”

“Clearly,” He began snidely, “Someone who values the wear of a good tailor.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. You know what? You’re right.”

“That only took seven years for you to discover that.”

“Well since I’m such a slow learner and you CLEARLY have a better fashion sense then me why don’t you go pick out my outfit?”

Apparently, that was not what he was expecting to hear. “…What?”

“Well since you are so superior to me in everyway,” I stopped to smirk, “Then you should have no problem picking out something as simple as something for me to wear.”

It took a second, but then he scoffed and walked past me. “Whatever Weasley.”

“Chicken shit.”

He spun on his heel and gave me a thoughtful glance. “What are you playing at Weasley?”

“I’m going to keep challenging you because you Scorpius Malfoy seem to think that you can do anything. And I’d like to see you prove that.”

“You’re on Weasley.”


Twenty minutes later, I emerged from my room in an outfit we finally both agreed on. At first he seemed content on me going in just my underwear. I explained that though he might be content with going on a date with a corpse I was not cool with freezing to death. Finally I walked out of my room in a v-neck light pink shirt, a pair of my darker expensive jeans, my black pea coat jacket and some stylish boots that I was half sure were actually Lily’s. He also gave me shit about my choice in make-up and absolutely refused to let me leave the dorm with my headband. It was funny but it wasn’t actually as bad as I thought it would be. Actually it was kind of fun and our bickering wasn’t as dark and hateful as it usually was.





We walked down to the great hall together and everything was fine until we remembered something…well actually two things. 1) We hated each other and 2) we were supposed to go on a date in an hour. Suddenly the space between us wasn’t nearly enough and our walking became so fast that it could hardly to be defined as such.


Walking inside the great hall I sat in between Lily and Kelly and sighed. Lily black eyes glanced quickly down at my shoes and then back up at my face. “Huh, I was wondering what I did with those.”

“Do you mind if I wear them?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Someone has to get some use of them and in my closet I’d quickly forget about them.”

Kelly leaned close to me and lowered her voice. “You know at first I thought you were crazy.”

“At first as in the first day you met me or…?”

“But now,” She continued as if I never interrupted. “I think it’s a good idea.”

I began piling my plate with pancakes. “Are you going to tell me what you mean or are you going to make me just guess?”

“You and Malfoy."


She gave me a bemused smile. “You’re going to make Aiden jealous as hell.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far…” I dripped some maple syrup on my plate. “Actually I don’t think he’d give a rat’s ass. If you haven’t noticed he kind of has moved on.”

“I think he still loves you.”


I was about to take a bite of my beloved pancakes when I saw the look on her face. Cute Kelly, adorable Kelly. Kelly who believed in true love, the joy of popsicles also entirely believed in happy endings. In her heart of hearts believed everyone had a special someone just waiting for them to come along. And I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. I wasn’t exactly pessimistic about love, but it was hard to believe that the love my life is just waiting around the corner for me.


We finished breakfast and everyone 3rd year and above moved along to meet the carriages. I was walking with Kelly when I realized I probably should wait for Malfoy. This would be the perfect time for him to ditch me, but after only twenty seconds of waiting he broke away from his sullen group of friends and stood next to me. Awkward wouldn’t cover the definition of us going on a fake first date. We got into the carriage together, accidently touched shoulders I jumped into a blind panic and moved far away from him.


“So uh, where do you want to go?” I questioned sticking my hands in my pockets.


I nodded nervously.

“Are you sick or something?”

“No. Why?”

Malfoy titled his head condescendingly. “Because look like you’re ready to propel your body of the carriage at any moment.”

“It’s tempting, but I’m fine.”

“Well then why do you look so…twitchy?”

“Because ferret,” I began cuttingly, “First dates are awkward especially when you’re pretending to be on one.”

“Maybe for you, but for me they are generally pleasant.”

I glanced at his smugness hatefully. “I wouldn’t call sticking your tongue down Jade Wilkson’s throat for an hour and a half, a date.”

“Why not? I paid for dinner.” He faked an innocent expression.

“I’m not even dignify that with a response.”


The carriage halted right at the edge of Hosgmede. Malfoy stepped out down first; since he was so tall he didn’t need to jump like the rest of us. So he just leaned lazily against the side of the carriage waiting for me. I was prepared to jump when I saw his hand raised to help me down. Hesitating I looked at him uncertainly. Apparently he didn’t see what was so strange in the gesture, but then again he didn’t realize no guy, my age or older, had ever offered to help me with anything.


“Weasley, move it would you? I’m getting not getting any younger.”

“If you use this as a way to throw me into the mud. I will kill you.” I shot at him.

He gave me a smirk. “I make no promises.”


Despite my better judgment I took his hand and have regretted ever since. It wasn’t just that I took his hand. I wish it was... It was that the moment that his hand touched mine and I felt a shiver of…something. I didn’t know what that something was but I did know that it wasn’t negative and that scared the shit out of me. Malfoy, fortunately, didn’t notice a thing or if he did he chose not comment on it. He simply released my hand and strutted on down the road.


We spent about twenty minutes in Honeydukes, which I deemed a success. My overflowing bag was filled with liquorish wands, Toothflossing Stringmints and my absolute favorite, sugar quills. He didn’t say anything, but I could see him sending me looks. I guess none of his dates ever bought their body weight in candy. Next we steered clear of my uncle’s shop and went into Spintwitches. Both of us starred in awe at the new Quidditch equipment for a few minutes before forcing ourselves to leave. New Quidditch merchandise and a bag full of gold was always a recipe for bankruptcy.




As we moved along the street I was surprised that as cold as it was there were still puddles on the ground. While I was lost in my own thoughts I followed Malfoy into some restaurant. It wasn’t until I was all the way in that I noticed where I was. I tried to make a break for it. I really did. But Malfoy enjoyed my discomfort far too much. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a wide smirk.


“Where do you think you’re going?”

“What …the hell…are we doing here?” I practically growled at him.

“Do you want to make people leave you alone?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Well this is the most ridiculous place but it’s where every couple goes. Besides,” His smirk grew even bigger. “I know you love this place.”

Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop was hell. I’d only been there once before and thankfully my date was just as uncomfortable with all the fluffy pink as I so we left. Malfoy, on the other hand looked perfectly at ease. Then again, I’m sure if this were a real date he would never take me here. He was not the mushy gushy type.


“Oh... Holy... Merlin.” I groaned glancing at the hot pink menu. “They seriously have a menu designated just for couples.”

“Then we simply must get one!”

I glowered at him. “You are enjoying this far too much.”

“Well it’s enjoyable to see your face flush that delicate color of crimson. I’ve always thought you’d eventually get used to being embarrassed and your face would adapt…. I suppose not.”

“Did you know,” I started furiously, “That Rachel intends to marry you?”

That shut him up. His gray eyes pulsed in fear.

“She said to me that I was the only thing standing in her way from getting you.”

“When…When did she say that?” He repeated quietly.

I smiled coyly. “Today when I was in potions. So you might want to be nice to me otherwise she might think she could have a chance with you.”

“Fair enough Weasley.”


We finished our separate meals quickly. He had the true love steak and mashed potatoes whereas I had the star-crossed hamburger and french fries. Malfoy said he wanted to go wash his hands before we left so I told him I’d meet him outside. What I didn’t expect was that on my way out, as I was buttoning up my coat, that Rachel would rush up next to me and ram me into pit of mud.


At first I was too stunned to do anything, but lie there. Then after I got over the initial shock I started to push myself up off the ground. My new coat was ruined and I felt the mud begin to slide down under my clothes. That wasn’t worst of it. The worst was that Rachel was standing above me laughing.


This stupid bitch….





Just when I thought I couldn’t hate my life any more…Tears of pure unfiltered loathing filled my eyes as Rachel and her friends laughed above me. How could they hate me this much? I’d never done anything to them that warranted this level of deep unfathomable hatred. And out of the fifty people around me that had been walking by or had come out of shops, none of them offered to help me up. Not one. I knew they all didn’t especially like me, but this was unspeakable. Just as I pushed myself up I saw the last person I wanted help from, Aiden. His dark eyes beamed sympathy as he held her hand. And what did he do? He just stood there! He didn’t move or even flinch. I moved to stand when a hand appeared in front of my face. It was Malfoy.

I would have preferred someone to kill me right then and there. Why was he the only one that had heart to help me? Taking a shallow breath I took his hand and he pulled me up onto my feet.


“Thank you.” I breathed.

He nodded and stepped aside politely.

“Weasley you are soooo pathetic. Even Scorpius feels sorry for you!” Rachel shouted.

I had enough. My body was pulsing with complete and total rage to the point where I was shaking. I took three steps so I was right in front of her. And with mud rolling down my skin, and no dignity left I punched her square in the face.


Authors Note:


The song in the summary is Trouble is a Friend By: Lenka. THANK YOU FOR READING! I hope you guys like it. PLEASE REVIEW and tell what you think!

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