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Chapter 9 : Fool Like Me
 
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For four hours Malfoy and I sat in the library studying. It was horrific. We hadn't spoke in fifty minutes. We were both pouring over essays for different classes and I don't know about him, but I wasn't getting anywhere. About five minutes earlier Malfoy's moronic friends moved to the table across from me. It was weird at first because I didn't realize they knew where the library was. Now it was weird because they wouldn't stop leering at me. At first I thought they were just zoned out, but they occasionally looked away to talk to each other meaning they were looking at me for a reason. Whatever it was it was creepy.

 


"Malfoy." I closed my eyes furiously. "Want to tell me why your thug friends are staring at me?"

He shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well could you ask them to stop?"

"Nope."

I turned and glared at him. "Why?"

"Because it wouldn't work."

"Why not? Aren't you in charge of them?"

He put down his book in frustration. "Weasley is there a reason you are talking? If you working on your essay like I am then you wouldn't care."

"What is up your ass Malfoy?"

"Nothing."

I pushed his arm so he would look up at me. "No. What is wrong? Don't be a woman."

"You wouldn't understand." Malfoy sighed dismissively before picking his book up.

I wasn't going to wait for him to grow up. That could take years. So I grabbed him, lifted him to his feet and dragged him to the back of the library.

"What are you doing Weasley?" He questioned me.

"I'm not going to sit there with you silently mad about something. Why are those guys starring?"

He moved to get around him, but I blocked him. "Why are you being so difficult?"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" I'd never seen him this way and there was no way I was going to stand for it. "Just talk to me!"

He set his jaw and glowered at the ceiling. "I told you-"

"Well I don't believe you."

"Well maybe I don't like watching you struggle with something that I could easily fix for you!"

I blinked up at him stupidly. "What?"

"Your essay!" He exclaimed raising his hands. "You know I've finished it and know how to help you and you refuse to ask me."

Touché. "That has nothing to do with why your friends are starring at us."

"Haven't you noticed? Everyone stares at us!" He growled, "It's like we're an exhibit at the zoo!"

"You've been to the zoo?" I scrunched up my face in surprise.

He shrugged. "Yes my mother took me. That's not the point!"

"What is the point then? I warned you it would be like this."

"I know you did, but that's not all they're doing."

I leaned back against the bookshelf. "What are they doing?"

"There are some rumors going on about you."

"Like?"

He scowled. "You should ask Potter. He's the one spreading them."

"Yeah, well he does that." I was disappointed, but not all together taken aback by Albus's actions. "Is that why you're so angsty?"

"How do you not care? You get mad at everything Rachel does to you. He's your cousin…"

I frowned. "Because I've done nothing to deserve this from Rachel. Albus…finds things to get mad at me about. Besides it's probably just rumors calling me a slut, which I'm not so I don't care."

"There's something wrong with you."

"You say that often, but if it bothered you so badly that I wasn't asking for help why didn't you offer it?" I pointed out slyly.

He crossed his arms and flicked his bangs out of his eyes. "If you need help you'll ask for it."

"Clearly you don't know me as well as you think then." I gave him a condescending look.

"Fine, what do you need help with?"

I slumped. "The whole damn thing. I can't seem to make it flow right."

"I can take a look at it."

"What's the catch?"

"What do you mean?" His tone was sharp.

I sighed. "I mean what do I have to do in return?"

"Not everything has strings attached."

"Oh because this whole relationship isn't for a purpose?" I reminded him bitterly.

He nudged me and gestured we leave. "Come on. You don't have to beg I'll fix your horrid paper."

"Oh yeah because that's what's happening."

I hated how school came so easy for him. He never had any trouble at anything. As he went over what was wrong with my essay I became infuriated with him. How could he be so good at everything? Why wasn't he bad at anything? After he butchered my poor innocent essay, I just starred at him in anguish.

"What?"

I frowned.

"Why do you look like I just murdered your cat?"

"Are you bad at anything?" I asked flippantly.

"Not that I'm aware of."

I nodded, "So you're fatal flaw is arrogance. Original."

His faultless lips parted to speak, but he was interrupted as a very large ridiculous bird swooping into the library.

"What the-?" Loudly I snorted out with laughter as it dropped the biggest envelope I'd ever seen.

Scorpius leaned forward curiously. "What is it?"

I shook my head. "No idea."

Opening the envelope I found a very fancy wedding invitation.



Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter
and Mr. and Mrs. Billius Weasley
invite you to join in the celebration
of the marriage uniting their children
Theodore Lupin and Victoire Weasley


On Saturday May 8th 2024,

at Godric's Hollow Number Four.

Reception Immediately Following Ceremony

 



A small smile filled my face as I noticed there was a handwritten note on the bottom.

Ps: You are bridesmaid and you better get over your aversion to pink.

 



"What is it?"

"My cousin is getting married." I answered softly.

Scorpius looked pensive. "Why do you look sad then?"

"I didn't realize I did." I admitted sheepishly. "I'm happy for them."



 



Suddenly I just wanted to be …alone. I couldn't explain why, at least not to him anyway. So I began to pack up my stuff. I told him I needed to go see Roxanne to see if she'd gotten hers, but I didn't. Roxanne Weasley was probably in Ravenclaw with her nose shoved in some book. I headed for the Ravenclaw tower again. I wasn't sad about the wedding I was overjoyed that Teddy and Victoire finally were getting married. For years, I'd watched the pair of them bicker so clearly in love with one another. I'm glad they're going to be together…forever.


 


"Mind telling me what the hell are you doing up here?"

I jumped and was alarmed to find Scorpius standing a few feet away from me. "What the hell are you doing up here?"

"You left your jacket in the library."

"So you walked all the way over here to deliver it?" I questioned doubtfully.

He sat down across from me. "It's freezing up here."

"What do you want Scorpius?" I hugged my cold arms. "As much as I appreciate you bringing me my jacket you don't have to sit with me."

"You know why I'm here."

I shook my head. "I really don't. You don't have to pretend to care. I know we have to in front of Rachel so she doesn't lock you up and steal your clothes. But not here."

His face grew…softer as my eyes filled with tears. I pulled my knees into my chest. "I'm sorry… I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Are your parent's getting a divorce?"

I shook my head. "No. They're not. No one in my family is. Because they all met the love of their live at Hogwarts. Then they got married had redheaded children and stayed together. Forever. Nothing was ever questioned. There was never any heartbreak it just all fell together perfectly."

"Are you maybe scared that it won't happen to you?"

"Yeah…I am." I sniffed slightly, "It was all so easy for them. Even my parent's had it easy. I know my dad can be an ass but still they've been together for thirty years. I'm almost out of here and I really see it happening to me. They all love each other in that I'd-die-a million-death's-for-you way too. It's not just settling for whoever…. Not that I need it or anything, but how does it happen to other people? I literally have no other example that doesn't involve Hogwarts."

Scorpius shrugged. "Mine did."

"How did your parent's meet?"

"My mum owns a book shop, and one dad when my dad was walking on his way somewhere he saw her." A bright grin sprawled out across his face. "He says he felt thick asking a girl out that he'd never spoken to before, but there was something about her that stopped him in his tracks. She says that she agreed to go out with him because she saw him practicing how to ask her out outside the store before he did it and she thought it was adorable."

I beamed. "It is adorable. Your mum sounds sweet."

"She is."

"Not that I'm saying anything against your dad. I actually feel sorry for him. If my family heads were on the chopping block I don't know if I would have been able to openly defy Voldemort either." I then clamped my hand over my mouth in horror. "I did not mean-"

And for once he laughed, which brought out a light in his eyes I'd never noticed before. "It's fine. I know what you meant, and for the record I appreciate that."

"I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. I know I have it easy. It is cold up here isn't it?" I asked awkwardly looking around as if I just noticed the place.

He handed me my jacket. "This might help."

"Yeah, thanks for that."

"Don't mention it."

I starred determinedly at my shoes. "This is awkward as ass."

"Yeah it is…But why is it? We've known each other for years."

"Not like this."

His face tilted. "Not like what?"

"You know what I mean." I scoffed darkly.

"I'm afraid I don't."

I rolled my head back onto the back wall as I pulled on my coat. "Never mind."

"No," He bent forward so close I could see his breath leaving his mouth. "What are you rambling on about?"

 



I shook my head and moved to stand. Scorpius sensed this and blocked me. He seized me and caged me in his lap, between his arms. My heart leapt into my throat as my face turned crimson.

 



"What are you doing?" I stumbled nervously.

"I don't know." He whispered as his eyes scanned my face.



 



If he lowered his jaw a fraction of an inch down we would kiss. I was frozen in his arms, scared shitless. Then, he slowly began to bring me in closer to him. I wasn't even sure if he was aware of it. But he was little by little drawing my lips into his. His lips tasted like coffee and licorice. Touch by touch our kissing became more and more intense as we began to loose ourselves. For that moment it didn't matter who we were. For a moment the only thing that matter was getting as close to each other as humanly possible. Every part of me had felt like a person with boobs and hair for show since Christmas. Now I could feel myself turning back into an actual girl wanting things I hadn't in a long time.

 



My legs wrapped around his waist as I sunk deeper into his lap. His hand slid up the back of my jacket as my hands gripped his neck like my life depended on every kiss he was giving me. It felt like it did. I felt like at any second we might be ripped a part and when the second came I would never feel this way again. This magnetic, electric pulsing need to be as closer than close to him. My hands became bored and wandered down to his shirt. I wanted it off. I needed it off. But as soon as that thought entered my brain common sense taggled along and I gradually pulled away from him.

 


"Woah…" I breathed heavily dazed.

He nodded with the same dumbfounded expression. "Yeah."

"I should get off of you."

"Probably." He grinned.

I touched his face without meaning to. It's just that I noticed he has dimples and I couldn't seem to stop my hands from touching them. "You have dimples."

"I do?"

"Yeah. No one's ever told you?"

He shook his head gently. "No."

"Yes well…I'm going to get off you now."

 


We both rose. I moved around him and started walking down the stairs. I didn't reach for his hand and he didn't reach for mine. In unison we hiked down the steps. It was weird we were supposed to be kissing each other. We weren't supposed to pull away around other people. So why when our feelings were genuine he acted like he didn't know me, but when we were pretending he had no problem kissing me in front of the world?

 



'Because,' that little bitter voice in my head echoed all knowingly. 'This will never be anything, but a kiss in the dark.'







 

I'd done a good job pretending our little make out session in the Ravenclaw tower had never happened. I still held his damn hand and all of the bullshit, but I cut it off at that. I was being stupid. Scorpius Malfoy and I are a horrible idea clearly. He's just with me to get away from Rachel and I need to accept that. I was heading to Quidditch practice when Hugo headed me off.


 


"So I think it's time we talked."

"About?"

"You and Malfoy." He voiced curtly.

I let out a groan of frustration. "Really? You have nothing else you could possibly talk to me about? How about your love life or how you're doing in school. Or generally you?"

"We never talked about it in the first place."

"Because I don't want to!" I felt like ripping my hair out. "God! My whole life doesn't revolve around who I'm dating!"

He raised his hands defensively as I looked like I might beat him with my broom. "Fine! Fine! Can I ask you one question without you freaking out? Are you bringing him to the wedding?"

 


There I was standing in the middle of the Great Hall, in full Quidditch gear, in the beginning of February and he was asking me if I was going to bring Malfoy to Victoire's wedding?


 

I couldn't even begin to answer that question, because when I saw the plus one on my card I immediately disregarded it. Come to think of it I didn't know why I did that.

 


"I have no idea. Probably not."

Hugo's face turned into a smirk. "Probably not."

"What are you smirking about?"

"Oh nothing," His tone was light and full of mocking.

I smacked his arm. "What? Are you saying you want me to bring him or something?"

"Oh it's definitely or something."

"What?"

Hugo's grin grew as he got an annoying arrogant glint in his eye. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"No I honestly don't." I crossed my arms in aggravation.

"Wow…you really don't do you?"

"You are more confusing than Sudoku!" I finally just decided to walk away. "I don't know what you're talking about Hugo, and I'm not going to be late to practice."

He cackled behind me. "Oh I'll walk with you. You forget I'm on the team too right?"

"No. I didn't forget. I was just saying that I was going to practice."

"Ah huh."

I didn't understand him at all. "You know…I dropped you when you were little, and I think this is the side effects."

"You dropped me?!"

I snickered, "Yeah. I don't know what dad was thinking when he handed you to me. I'm only two years older than you. Mum threw a fit when she found out."

"He probably thought you might warm up to me."

"What are you talking about? I stalked you when I we were little."

Hugo looked confused. "What?"

"Look at the pictures when we were younger. I was all over you. I volunteered to tuck you in and read you stories. I've always loved having you around."

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me to his side. "I know I just like hearing it."

 



"You're an idiot."

"Your favorite idiot."

I rolled my eyes and side hugged him. "I guess. Now why don't we talk about you for a change?"

"Nothing new with me. Just getting all the hotties as usual."

"Wow maybe that fall gave you brain damage."

He restrained me with one arm as he playfully messed up my hair with the other. "How's this for brain damage? Huh? Huh?!"

 



We arrived for practice early, but it didn't matter Albus spent this practice like he'd spend the last three, trying to make me as miserable as possible. It was 19 degrees outside, the snow was up to my knee, the wind was howling and Albus was trying to start shit with me? After five unnecessary laps around the field I started laughing. How weak was he that all he could come up with to bring me down was making me run and calling me a slut? How clichéd was he? The more I ran the funnier it became. It got worse when we were in the air. Albus's face was rosy like a fifteen-year-old girl as he screamed himself hoarse at me.

 



"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He yelled as his voice cracked.

I shrugged, with a stupid smile on my face. "Nothing."

"WHY ARE YOU SMILING?"

"No reason. It's a nice day out."


 


His eyes widened in pure fury and he made several strangling motions with his hands before flying over to work with the beaters.

 



One of the chasers, Luke Pike, flew next to me, and gave me a look. "Are you alright Weasley?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"You just look like you've gotten the wrong end of a cheering charm."

My hair was everywhere, but all I could do was laugh. "Nope Luke. I'm straight."

 


I really don't know why I was so calmly happy, but the angrier Albus got the delighted I became. I was sick of being mad about stupid shit. He could yell at me all night and I was going to keep this big dumb smile on my face. That was the biggest fuck you I could ever give him and I was going to keep as long as humanly possible.



 



Once we were done with practice Albus couldn't think of anything to say to me. In the two hours he'd done everything he could to break me and I broke him. It was Jesus. When I got back the dorms I showered and changed into my dancing penguin pajamas. I grabbed my boom box put it down in the common room and turned on the witches channel. The song that came on was upbeat and just the thing to dance to.

 


I'd like to start by saying I'm an awful dancer. I have two rhythms fast and slow. Fast is just me moving around punching and jittering around. And slow is classic slow dancing. So when Malfoy came down from his room I was in the middle of this weird hip sashay that I'm quite proud of.


 

"What are you doing?"

I stopped immediately and laughed. "Um…you know just moving."

He was wearing a black t-shirt and some pajama pants along with a smile. "You're really bad you know?"

"Yes I do, but you know what I realized today?"

"What?"

I spun around in a clumsy circle. "I don't give a fuck!"

"Have you been drinking?" He asked skeptically.

I shook my head. "I am done being miserable. Would you like to dance with me?"

"Is what you were doing before dancing? Because I'm afraid I can't keep up if that's the case."

"Can you dance?"

He rolled his eyes. "Of course."

"Then come on."

"What kind of dance do you want to do?"

I frowned thoughtfully. "Um, I have no idea…I honestly have no idea how to do any specific style of dancing."

"Clearly."

"Oh quit being a pompous ass." I held out my arms. "For one minute just put your resentment away and forget that you don't like me. It's easy you do it every day."

He let out an overdramatic sigh and walked towards me. "Do you know how to waltz?"

"Is it the one ..two.. three, one?" I squinted my eyes up at him.

"No."

I scowled. "Well then could you teach me? I have to learn how to dance anyway for my cousin's wedding."

"I thought you weren't the type of girl to ask for help." He reminded me haughtily.

"You know what fuck you!" I scoffed, "I'm trying to be in a good mood here. I'm really trying here and you have to shit on it. Why do you always have to shit all over everything?"

"I beg your pardon?" He asked with his eyebrows raised. "I shit on everything?"

I pushed him in the chest hard. "Yes you do! And I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you acting like I'm beneath you! I apologize for ever thinking you would possibly help me!"

"Me think I'm beneath you?" He yelled loudly, his temper flaring. "What about you, you hypocrite?"

"What about me? I'm perfectly nice to you and you throw it back in my face! I'm sorry I'm not one of your sluts who kiss your feet-"

His eyes narrowed as he took three strides toward me and interrupted me swiftly. "You wouldn't know the first thing about me Weasley! It is very obvious that it is actually you who look down on me!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh please! I don't imagine your entire family is talking to you, because they are happy to see you holding your hand."

I threw my hands up. "What am I supposed to say to that? Of course they aren't happy. You've treated me like garbage ever since I met you."

"Did you ever stoop to wonder why?"

"No," I cruel tone took over, "Because I knew you hated me the second you saw me so I figured it was because of my last name."

He frowned. "No. I don't hate you because of that. I hate you because everything works out for you because of your last name."

"You really think that?" I couldn't hold the look of hurt back from him.

"Yes I do. I've had to work everyday of my life to try and erase what my father and grandfather have done. And you have no idea what that's like." He seethed hotly.

"No," I conceded. "I have no idea what it's like for you, but don't you stand there and think you have any idea what my life is like. My mother was a genius, and everyone expects me to be just like her, but I'm not. Yeah I want to work at the Ministry, but where? I have no idea, because everyone else in my family in succeeds and what do I do? I fuck everything up. That's what I'm good at. Sure I'm headgirl and top in our class but do you have any idea how hard I have to constantly work to do that? I'm constantly terrified that I'm going to fuck it all up. Like when I punched Rachel. I could have been expelled then what would have happened to me? Nothing! I would be the black sheep of my family. The one they all pity and feel sorry for because I'm not as great as everybody else. I'm not as well liked as Lily. I'm not as smart as Roxanne. I'm not as pretty as Victoire. I'm just there. Existing."

 



When I finally finished I let out a huge breath and groaned. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything to you ever. I'll leave. I didn't realize that my mere presence brought you continuous agony."

"I didn't mean it like that." He growled. "I meant that I'm just uncomfortable with your family."

I moved onto the couch. "That's fine, but what does that have to do with me?"

"Nothing, except you are a part of your family."

"What does that mean? You're a part of your family too."

He lowered himself down on the couch. "Not like you are with yours."

"It's suffocating. Everyone tells me what to do or gives me advice like they can control me. Look at Albus. Why does it matter who I date? How is that any of his business?"

"Because it's me."

I looked over and grabbed his arm. "Look at me. You shouldn't give a shit. If we were really dating I wouldn't care what they think."

"Oh please Weasley. Everyone cares."

"Not me, and maybe you should worry a little less about what people think."

He raised his eyebrows. "Huh, you think I should do whatever and not care?"

"I'm saying do whatever you want. I'm just saying to stop letting what people say about you affect what you do."

He scooted over so he was sitting right next to me. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yep." I gulped. "If you want something. Go for it."

"I'll take that into consideration Weasley."

 


He bent downward so we were millimeters a part. I could see every freckle under bright grey eyes. He was about to kiss me. I knew he was, but I wasn't going to let that stand. He just yelled at me and his reward is to kiss me? Hell no. If he wanted to kiss me he was going to be nice to me first. Abruptly I maneuvered away around him and stood up.

 


"So I'm all for you taking initiative, but I'm not that easy."



 

 

Authors Note:

 

Song in the summary and title is Fool Like Me By: Cobra Starship. THANK YOU FOR READING! I hope you guys like this chapter. And I also want to think everyone who reviewed last chapter and I hope you will contine to do so.


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