Chapter 7 : Change of Season
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“Albus,” I groaned as I leaned on the wall outside his dorm door. “Come on.”
There was a ring of silence after I spoke.
I rolled my eyes, “You are being ridiculous! This isn’t that deep.”
He said nothing, but I heard him lock the door. Which if you really think about it is pointless, because I have a wand. But I guess if that makes him feel better then I’d let him have that little pity victory. Shaking my head I went down the stairs with a sigh. Albus was never going to approve of what I was doing and quite frankly I didn’t really care. He was my best friend in the whole world, but he can be a selfish git when he wants to. So what if I snog Scorpius Malfoy? Is that really a reason to have a hissy fit? I could tell him that I didn’t like Malfoy, but what if i did? Is this actually that big of a problem?
Running my hands through my hair, I threw it up in a hasty ponytail. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’ll admit that, but then again I didn’t expect to run into Aiden. He wasn’t even a Gryffindor, so why would I think he would be in here?
“Sorry,” I mumbled, and I was about to keep moving without looking up when he lightly touched my wrist.
He starred down at me sympathetically. “Me too.”
“Excuse me.” I glared at him hatefully.
Aiden didn’t move. “Rose…I’ve been meaning to talk to you…”
“About what?” I snapped quietly, “I see no reason for us to speak.”
His face displayed signs of hurt, but I knew better than to believe that. “Rose, is that why you’ve taken up with Malfoy? To get back at me?”
“No. It’s not.” Venom filled my stomach. “Shockingly everything I do isn’t about you.”
“Rose,” I hated the way he said my name. Like it meant something to him. Like I ever meant anything to him. “I know I hurt you.”
I glanced around the room and saw people pretending to be doing other things when I knew they were all listening. “Yes. You did, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“No. I have a boyfriend. You have a girlfriend. So unless you have a problem with another student that your house prefect can’t handle I’ll be going now.”
I had to be back in the Gryffindor common room in two hours, but until then I wasn’t going anywhere near it. Instead I headed back to my dorm. When I walked in I was surprised to find Malfoy lounging on the couch. The thing of it is…Malfoy’s never in the common room and I’ve never seen him …relax. It’s kind of fucked up really. He always has perfect posture.
“Um hi.” I nodded at him.
“You look like you were just hit by a bus.” He acknowledged me bluntly.
“Yeah well… that happens.”
Malfoy put his hands behind his neck. “Are you going to say what’s wrong or am I supposed to guess?”
“Don’t you worry your peroxide induced head about it.” I told him as I sank into the chair across from him.
“I won’t, but don’t boyfriend’s help with this crap?” He injected snidely.
His face turned confused. “Potter not talking to you?”
“No, but I don’t really care.”
I shrugged, swung my legs around in the chair and closed my eyes. “Because if he’s not mad about this then it’s something else that I do wrong.”
“As I said, not your problem.”
He didn’t say anything for a while and neither did I. My eyes were getting heavy, but I fought it. I lost the fight. When I woke up Malfoy was gone and I was ten minutes late to Kelly’s party. Swearing up a storm, I changed out of my uniform into some jeans and my Quidditch jersey. If it were Lauren’s party I would put more effort into the way I look, but Kelly cares more about me being on time.
Thankfully Kelly hadn’t arrived by the time I got there. Lauren gave me a dirty look, but she didn’t say anything. Instead she handed me a party hat and sat next to me on the couch.
“So,” She started with a scowl, “Having a busy day are we?”
“I guess so.”
Lauren scoffed, “You guess so?”
“Nothing you want to share?”
I pretended to think about it. “Um…Let me think…”
“You are such an asshole,” She huffed slapping my arm, “How could you keep this from me?”
“A shrug? That’s all I get out of you? A shrug?! Scorpius Malfoy picks you up and kisses you in front of over a hundred people and all I get is a shrug?!”
“Look,” I lowered my voice as I saw a bunch of people starring at me. “I’ll talk to you later alright? For now let’s just talk about something else.”
Lauren’s long eyelashes batted in irritation. “Fine…Let’s discuss what the hell Melody Cossack is wearing.”
I glanced over at the strawberry blond and had to hold back laughter. Instead I kept my face passive. “Yeah, if this was your party I would correct this issue, but since it’s Kelly’s party I’m forced to see the good in her and accept her and her atrocious outfit for who she is.”
“I think even Kelly might let us have a pass on this one.”
“I doubt it…She’d make Melody’s neon fish nets into a demonstration of her unique personality.” I smiled widely.
Lauren adjusted her emerald sweater over her designer jeans. “Being against mainstream society isn’t unique or exceptional. It’s actually just as common as being a prep.”
“Deep.” I mocked her knowingly.
“Oh shove it Weasley.”
Lauren and I started weakly fighting when everyone began a loud shushing noise. The lights dimed as I heard Kelly’s cousin Eleanor talking to Kelly outside the portrait hole. Lowering myself to the floor, I felt Lauren’s piano hands hold onto me for balance.
“Why …the hell are you wearing three inch heels in January?!” I whispered at her furiously.
She elbowed me. “Shut-up!”
There was about four beats of silence before Kelly walked in and we all jumped up and yelled surprise. Her little heart shaped face lit up in excitement before reddening in a deep blush.
“You!” She pointed at me with a huge grin.
I half-shrugged as I dragged her into a hug. “I may have had some help. Happy birthday!”
Releasing the petite brunette, I moved away and let everyone else get a hold of her. Lauren hugged her the longest and I couldn’t help, but laugh. Their friendship was always the funniest thing to me. They were polar opposites and yet they complimented each other so well. Kelly brought out the humanity and kindest in Lauren. And Lauren brought out the underlying catty old woman in Kelly.
Hugo threw his arm around me. “Well hello sis.”
“How may I help you?”
“I think we need to have a little talk about what I was forced to witness earlier-“
I moved out of his reach and groaned in aggravation “Not now okay?”
“Fine, but we have to talk later then.”
Before Hugo could say anything more I bolted. The last thing I needed was for my little brother to lecture me. He’s dated every girl in his grade and yet he has the nerve to be worried about me? I appreciate his intentions. Hugo, unlike my idiot cousin, is just thinking of me and not how this situation will affect him. I get it. I’m just not going to discuss it during Kelly’s birthday party.
Speaking of Kelly, she was in the midst of opening her presents at the center of the room.
“This is definitely from Lauren.” Kelly snorted looking at the cute little package.
I crossed my arms and stood next to Lauren. “What makes you think so?”
“Because she has the handwriting of a serial killer.”
Fighting a grin, I shared a look and waited for Kelly’s reaction. Her large Bambi-like eyes widened in fear and then her jaw dropped. “YOU DID NOT!”
My sides felt like they were going to split I was laughing so hard. Kelly is innocent, but she takes it well. Kelly doesn’t want to have sex till marriage. The very mention of sex makes her embarrassed, but instead of getting mad or upset she rolls with it. After a few minutes I looked up and saw that she was laughing too. Sometimes I wished I were like Kelly. She was such a genuine person. She didn’t pretend to be anything she wasn’t. Every minute of everyday she was 100 percent herself and she never for a second hesitated in that.
When it was time for cake I offered to cut the pieces and pass them out. Lauren gave me an uppity look, but said nothing. For once she just got with the program. Of course the one person who absolutely refused slunk down the stairs and leaned against the back wall.
I was determined to ignore him. Albus could be a prick to me later. Not now, not here. Albus being Albus didn’t see that way. He saw now as the perfect situation. He waited until I looked like I was having fun. He waited until I almost forgot he was back there. He waited until he knew it would hurt the most.
Right when Rick Fitzpatrick decided to open his big dumb mouth.
“Hey Weasley, I hear you are with Malfoy now.”
I scowled at the jackass, “Rick…please…just shut up.”
“Why should he Rose?” Albus stepped forward arrogantly, his black hair swept up like he’d just gotten off the Quidditch field. “I mean have you forgotten what he comes from?"
A few snickers echoed in the room as I fought to swallow down my temper. “Albus, knock it off.”
“Why? I see no reason for me to. He’s the scum of the earth and you are too for fooling around with him.”
It took a minute for me to control myself. Every hateful thing I could say to him bubbled up in my stomach, but I fought it down. Abruptly, I said goodbye to Kelly and without another word I walked out. Unfortunately, I couldn’t shake Lily that easily. Stupid Potter’s. You lose one and two more deploy to bother you. They are such a relentless family.
“Rose! Would you please slow down! I’m not as tall as you this is actually work here!” She yelled as I pushed through the portrait hole leading to my dorm.
I stalled and turned. “Lily don’t!”
“Don’t what? Try and tell you I don’t agree with Albus? I do agree with him. I think you are being an idiot, but I don’t approve of his little tantrum either.”
I couldn’t believe her. “Lily. Why did you follow me then? I’m glad you think Albus is not reacting correctly, but really I think the whole bunch of you are fucking ridiculous. You are all acting like I want to go a cult! He’s not the devil Lily!”
“Since when?” She put up her little hand to stop me. “No seriously. Think about it. Since when is he so great? Last year you wrote me a letter comparing him to that stupid Russian dictator!”
“He was acting like Stalin!”
She leveled me with her slender ginger stare. “Rose…what are you doing? What are you doing with him?”
“Lily. What I do with my free time is nobody’s goddamn business and not you or anyone else is going to have say about it.” I let out a loud sigh. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Running up to my room, I didn’t let myself look back. I didn’t care what Lily said or Albus said. I was sick of them trying to tell me what to do with my life. So I stayed up finishing my program ideas for the Head’s meeting and went to bed.
The next morning…I woke up on the floor. I don’t know how it happened, but I must have had a nightmare. It had something to do with pancakes, which made me really want pancakes. Like real bad. Rising from the floor, I felt a bruise growing on my temple. It was a great way to wake up I must say. Crawling to the bathroom, I ran my face in some warm water and groaned. In two days it would be February. How did that happen? That month went so quickly. Everything did really. As I ran over the list of things I had to do today, I put some make-up to cover up the hell that was my face. I’m not ugly, but I look like death in the morning. It’s like everything unflattering about me is highlighted the most at 9:28 AM. Like how my hair is out-of-control, how my skin gets all blotchy or how my skin couldn’t possibly get any paler. By the time I get done I feel reasonably human. This morning was different, because when I went down the stairs to the common room Malfoy was waiting for me.
I was beyond confused. “Where we supposed to have a meeting this morning?”
“I thought we should…” He scowled as he leaned his body against the wall stiffly. “You know go down to breakfast together.”
“Wait you always eat early though. So you waited for me?”
“Don’t think too much on it Weasley. After a week we don’t even have to really be seen together.”
Laughing softly, I put my hair up in a ponytail and shrugged. “Sure.”
Instead of moving to walk with me he just stood there. “I’ve never really done this before… so I’m not really sure the procedure.”
“Done what?” I mocked easily, “Walked with someone? I do it occasionally to keep up my figure. You should try it more often.”
I swiped a few ginger hairs out of my eyes quickly and looked up at him. “Then what?”
“We should probably you know hold hands and all that garbage.”
“…I guess you’re right.”
Starring up into his cool grey eyes, I felt my heart constrict. The air between us changed in an instant, but once it did I found it impossible to be casual with him. A moment earlier I would have just manned up and grabbed his hand. Now I couldn’t find the courage to do so. It was like a switch had been flipped and no matter how hard I pushed the lever it wouldn’t turn off. After a few seconds I finally couldn’t take it. I had to break the tension.
I bit my lip nervously before holding out my hand. “It’s not hard.”
Malfoy lowered his hand down to mine, but hesitated. “Uh…”
“It’s not permanent. Okay think about it this way, haven’t you ever held your mum’s hand?”
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
“It’s like that. Here,” Before I could chicken out I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers. “It’s simple.”
Taking a step forward, I halted. Malfoy was staring at me. I could feel it, but I wasn’t going to give in. No this was awkward and this was happening. So there was not else I could but just accepted it and move the hell on.
“Let’s go.” He announced as we left our common room together.
We said nothing to each other the whole way to the great hall. Then again what else was there really to say?
Hey this is uncomfortable as ass. I know we’ve hated each other for 7 years, and we’ve never so much as smiled at one another, but we are totally holding hands. We are holding hands and you’re hands are oddly manly and strong. Which isn’t actually weird because you are in fact a man, but it’s weird because I forgot. Oh and this whole holding your hand thing doesn’t feel bad. It actually makes my hand tingle, in a creepy warm way.
“Do we have to sit together or…” I began wanting to let go of his hand as soon as possible.
He shook his head. “We held hands. We’ve done enough.”
“Okay…then I guess I’ll see you later.”
Malfoy moved to open the door then gave me a look. “I guess I’ll walk you to class after?”
Walking in I sat at the end of the table and filled my plate with pancakes. Since I wasn’t that awake I didn’t think about anything but maple syrup. Maple syrup is never a maybe. Maple syrup is a necessity. I like my pancakes to be overflowing and fatty. It pumps me up for the rest of the day. So I didn’t acknowledge Lily when she sat next to me.
I toke a bite.
“You know you need to be able to breathe and eat at the same time.”
Lily leaned forward so her face was inches from mine. “Rose. Are you going to stay mad at me?”
I took a swig of my chocolate milk.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
I wiped my mouth and went for another pancake.
“I can’t believe you held hands with him!”
“Well I did.”
Then I head Albus make a loud cough on her other side that sounded something like traitor.
At that moment something in me…snapped. Finishing my food, I made the most irrational decision of my entire life. I don’t know what drove me to do it. There was an impulsive rush of adrenaline pumping through my body and I felt the need to use it. Everyone’s words were pounding in my head. They all called me names. They all thought they could tell me about my own life. Well you know what? I’m taking it back. Every piece of dignity I let them steal was mine again.
I marched over to Malfoy. My head held high, I became aware that everyone’s eyes were on me, including his and for once I loved it.
“What-?” He started, but I didn’t explain.
Instead I smiled at him and sat on his lap. “Honey, I missed you!”
His eyebrows almost disappeared in his hair. “What are you doing?”
“Paying you back.” I smirked before snatching his tie and pulling his lips onto mine.
At first, he was too shocked to react, but then he kissed me back. His lips were so soft as his arms circled around the back of waist and he dragged me closer to him. Goosebumps popped up on my skin as my confidence boost stabilized. I pulled away first and when I did I expected him to let go of me. He didn’t.
“Why did you do that?” He whispered.
Pushing myself up I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. “Weasley…”
I let out a breath. “Pancakes…” Then I looked away from him and at my feet. “It’s the pancakes.”
The song in the summary is Change of Seasons By: Sweet Thing. Thank you for reading! I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!
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