Chapter 11 : Happy
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Sitting in Potions, I began to miss Albus. Sure he’d ignored me before, but never for this long. I loved to bash on Albus. I’d been doing it since we were little. He would poke me, I would poke him, he would get mad and then we’d forgive each other. This time it was obvious that until I did something he was going to stand his ground. This is the cold war. We were talking a lot of shit, act like we were going to do something about it and stay the hell away from each other.
The problem was I was tired of fighting with him. I could date a million guys, but Albus would always be my cousin. Maybe for once I could reason with him. I couldn’t stand to go another day without trying. The notebook of unused Mad Libs were still sitting at the bottom of my bag, wanting to be used. So as soon as class finished I turned in my class work and followed after him. He could try to avoid me, but I was thinking of going for an approach I’d never thought of. Honesty.
He turned and frowned when he saw I was the one calling for him. “I have to get to class.”
“Can I talk to you?” I asked hugging my bag to my chest.
“I have to get to class.”
Grabbing his arm, I dragged him into the nearest broom closet. “Albus, can you please just talk to me?”
He tilted his head to the side and glared furiously at the ceiling. “Rose, I really don’t have time for this.”
“Can you please just look at me?” I gently moved his face towards mine. “Albus, this is stupid. You’re my best friend. Can we please make up?”
“Have you broken up with Malfoy?”
My jaw tightened in anger. “Really? Seriously?”
“Your father will disown you for this and you know the family will back him. It’s just a matter of time. Just don’t bring Hugo down with you.”
“Hugo?” I was crestfallen. What the hell did my brother have to do with anything?
Albus scratched his five o’clock shadow in annoyance. “Your brother stepped in the middle of me and Malfoy. Now I know he would have never done that before so the only reason he would have done so his because of his loyalty to you.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“You know why-“
“NO!” Tears broke in my face as I used every ounce of my willpower to keep my eyes on his. “Why are you doing this? You don’t hate him this much…” My voice shook as I unashamedly cried. “You don’t hate me this much.”
Albus’s resolve wavered at the sight of my genuine tears, but he held on. “I have to go to class.”
And then he moved around me and left through the open door. I seriously considered just leaving Hogwarts, but I didn’t even make it out of the room. Instead I slid down the dusty cabinet to the floor and stayed there. I should have gotten up. I was supposed to go meet up with Kelly about something or another. But the longer I sat there the harder it became to even consider moving. How do you fix your relationship with someone when they don’t even care that it’s broken?
Fate, as always, had it out for me. As I was sulking to myself Aiden and his little girlfriend walked by. And where did they stop to be all cutesy? Right in my line of vision. How predictable. Just as he kissed her button nose and she stood on her tiptoes to reach his face, it finally hit me. Not like slap in the face hit me. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of hot water on me, hit me.
I wasn’t in love with him anymore. The reason I was so upset wasn’t because I wanted him back or have him suddenly want me. I just didn’t want to have to see him shower his new girlfriend with attention. It wasn’t the girl. It wasn’t even the guy. It was the fact that it proved how replaceable everything in this world was. In a minute everything can change and everything you thought you knew could be gone. Humans are built to adapt for survival. Aiden and I were not compatible so we moved on. I didn’t want that to happen to Albus and I. I didn’t want that to happen between my family and I. With my family I knew it would take more than me dating someone they disapproved of, but it took much less than that to dissuade Albus.
I waited for the happy couple to move and then I made myself get up. There was nothing to be gained from sitting in this dingy room. Better to sulk in the comfort of my room then here if I had to sulk at all. On my way to my dorm I spotted Hugo about to kiss this blonde chick. The last thing I wanted to see was my little brother macking on a girl. Letting Hugo hang out with James his whole youth was the worst idea I’ve ever had. At the time I thought he just need a guy to talk to about his problems that wasn’t Albus. Now I saw that by putting him under James’s wing I directly contributed to his womanizing ways. I suppose I could have done worse. I could have sent him to dad and have half the female population insulted.
Inside my common room, I laid down on the couch and covered myself with a blanket. In the quietness of the room, I starred at the fire and listened to the fire crackle. Quickly I fell into a deep and comfortable sleep. The sofa felt like home. It had this soft, but firm feel to it that always consoled me.
I was in class, dressed in my Weasley sweater and jeans. Scorpius was in the seat in behind me along with Lily, Albus and Hugo. Lily, Hugo and Albus were in their Hogwarts uniform. Scorpius and I weren’t. This struck me as odd, but the weirdest part was that my father was upfront. He was dressed in a tweed sweater vest and jacket with a bright carrot color tie, an outfit he never would wear. Behind him were the words final exam. A wave of panic it me. What was this exam even on? I was about to ask when Lily stood up and left.
“Where are you going?”
She smiled at me and told me. “I passed.”
“You passed what?!” She swung her long red hair and walked away. “YOU PASSED WHAT?”
I was about to run after her when Hugo stood up. “See ya sis.”
“Now where are you going?!”
“I passed,” Was all he said before flashing me a warm smile and following Lily’s lead.
Facing my father, I hoped he could give me some kind of an idea what was going on. “Dad, what did they pass?”
“The test.” He answered simply.
“What test? Albus! Where the hell are you going?!” I stood up to stop him, but he shoved me off of him and continued through the door.
Reaching for the door, I twisted the knob, but it wouldn’t turn. “Why won’t this door open?!”
“Because you haven’t passed the test.”
I was about to go over to him when I took a glance at Scorpius. He was looking down at his desk. His face was detached and emotionless. This was an expression he held often, but the problem was it didn’t waver when he saw me looking at me. All there was between us was air and space.
“Scorpius, what’s going on?”
He shook his head, his blonde hair flicking over to the side of his face. Instinctively I moved to brush it back over when he jerked away from me. “Don’t.”
“He’s never going to pass us.”
I was confused. “Wait, what, why?”
His hand gripped mine and his eyes filled with tears. “Wake up, Weasley.”
I jumped awake and found Scorpius lightly shaking me. “Wasgonnaon?” I slurred hurriedly.
“Your mother wants to see you.”
“My mother?” I starred at him dazed. "What?!"
He nodded and pulled me to my feet. “She’s outside.”
Inhaling sharply, I followed him to the portrait hole and found my mother standing there. Her face was frantic. “Rose, I need to speak with you.”
“Clearly,” I wiped the sleep from my eyes. “What’s so urgent?”
“Alone please.” She asked Scorpius kindly.
He nodded and went up the stairs to his room politely.
My mum sat down on the couch. “Your cousin just sent me a letter.”
“Which cousin?” I questioned already knowing that answer.
“Albus,” Her brown eyes bore into mine. “But your father opened it before I got home.”
“Oh Merlin! What did it say?”
She sighed and gave me an all-knowing look. “Albus wrote that you were dating Scorpius Malfoy.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s more crude than that if you came all the way down here.”
“Rose, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” She gestured for me to sit down next to her as she fixed her ponytail.
I let out a sigh. “It’s complicated, but for all intent and purposes yes we are together.”
Cringing, she leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “Where did this come from?”
“I don’t know…How is dad taking it?”
I groaned. “Great.”
“Rose, I’m never going to ask you to break up with him. If he’s who you want then I’m supportive.”
“Why do I feel that ever hovering, ‘but,’ in the air?”
Her childlike smile popped up on her stressed face. “Rose, you know how your father feels about this. I’m not saying I approve, but I’m warning you before you get too attached that if this becomes serious that this will not be easy.”
I starred into her sweet, kind eyes and felt I could not lie to her. I could lie to everyone in the world, even myself, but I could never lie to her. “Mum, I already am attached.”
“Oh …” Her face looked crestfallen. “How attached are you?
“Attached enough where I can’t just stop it.” Falling back on couch my head, I starred at her agonized face. “How bad is it?”
“I’ll…I’ll talk to him.”
“What are you going to say?”
She hugged me into her side. “Oh I don’t know. I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
“Mum, I know you’re persuasive, but somehow I don’t think it will work this time.”
“We will see…Maybe I’ll ask your grandmother to make him pot roast. You know that always softens him up.” She joked lightly.
I smiled as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Dad’s going to get over this right?”
“I’m more worried about you and Albus.” She glanced down at me in concern. “He said some pretty hateful things.”
“Yeah well he always finds something to be mad at me about.”
“He just always wants you to be the best person you can be from his perspective. Now how are your grades? Have you sent in all of your applications? Did you-”
“Yes mum! I sent them all in and I’m getting all O’s.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m more concerned with dad. I don’t want him to come here and go on a killing spree.”
“Well you wouldn’t be the one he would be killing…” She told me tactlessly.
My mum hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead. “I’ll owl you later, but Rose be careful okay? You tend to get too emotionally involved in these things.”
“Okay mum.” I scoffed not even bothering to hide my anger.
“Love you too sweetie.” She let out a drawn out sigh. “You know I never get this many problems from Hugo.”
I smacked her arm half-heartedly. “That’s because Hugo’s too busy chasing skirts to get into actual trouble.”
“I do not need to know that.”
“Neither did I, but I still know about it.”
She gave me one final hug and stood up. “Well I have work to do at home and now that your father is in a mood I’ll have to hear him sighing all evening.”
“Nice,” I scoffed. “I’m glad to see were I get my anger from.
“I’ll talk to you later. I love you honey.”
I smiled, “I love you too mum.”
She went over to the fire and left. I felt exhausted. My dad must have really lost it for my mother to physically come to me to find out the truth. Usually she just sent me weekly letters to find out how I was doing to make sure I was on the right track. It was funny anyone else could hassle me about my school activities and I would get mad, but not my mum. Her rapid thirst for excellence had been drilled into me since birth, but I didn’t let it get to me.
I walked up the stairs to my room, but when I got up to the stairs and walked through the door I realized I went the wrong way. Everything was just ever so slightly different, but I thought I was just off. When I opened the door, I found Slytherin dressings and Scorpius lying down on his bed shirtless.
“Oh um…I’m sorry. I must have just…I’m going to go-“
He snickered at me. “Why?”
“Cause…” I looked away from his ridiculously toned chest, as my face grew redder and redder. “I meant to go to my room….”
“Why are you blushing?”
I scowled. “I’m not….I’ll see you later.”
He was on his feet in an instant. Before I could reach the door, he squeezed into the doorframe and was inches from my face. “What did your mum want?”
“My dad knows, about me and you.” I spluttered before I could stop myself. “Apparently Albus wrote her.”
“What did he say?” His eyes seared into mine, as a smirk popped up onto his face.
“I don’t know.” I breathed deeply, “She didn’t say the exact words.”
His mouth looked so enticing, it was just sitting there, four inches above my face, waiting for me. Below that I couldn’t stop starring at the curve of his jaw. Then, the light triangle of freckles below the hollow of his right eye. I fought it hard, but I could feel the pull of his eyes on mine and finally I broke. When our eyes finally locked I couldn’t stop myself. Everything about him drew me in. We could go days kissing each other, but it wouldn’t matter. Every time I was near him my skin felt on fire. I didn’t just want to kiss him. I just needed to kiss him, but I couldn’t just give in.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Same reason you’re looking at me like that.” He retorted arrogantly.
I glared at him. Why was he doing this to me? “Think you could let me pass?”
His grin grew. “Because you’re attached to me.”
“Well I had to say that didn’t I? It’s a part of the façade.”
“Not to your mother. You could have told her you were helping me out.”
I shook my head. “She would have thought it was stupid and wouldn’t have understood.”
“So you’re going to let your parent’s think you’re dating me?”
His hands went onto my shoulders. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know I don’t.”
“Weasley, if I asked you out without the threat of Rachel, what would you have said?"
My knees felt weak as my shoulders tensed under his touch. “I would have been confused. As you have always made it perfectly clear how you feel about me.”
“Have I?” His voice became hushed. As his breath was hot on my neck. “How do I feel about you?”
I opened my mouth but ended up gaping and never found the answer.
“You said it was clear and I’ve never seen you speechless.” He smiled, exposing his adorable dimples.
“Well there’s a first thing for everything…but let me ask you something what if Rachel decided that you weren’t the effort? What if she gave up? What would you do then?”
He bent forward, his muscles flexed like a well oiled machined. “Meaning would I still pretend to be with you?”
“I would do more than that.”
A cockiness I rarely felt fueled me as I leaned closer to him. “Oh really? And what would you do?”
“Well,” He began before his lips came crashing down on mine.
As soon as we touched his arms slipped down to my lower back and mine linked around his neck. Without thinking about it I jumped up on him, he didn’t need to steady me apparently my weight wasn’t enough to make him stagger. Scorpius’s mouth was firm and unyielding on my own. It was like he couldn’t bear to have me as close as possible. Before I knew it he had me pinned against the wall and my blouse was unbuttoned. I knew I should have stopped, but I couldn’t. My hormones were at an all time high and everything he was doing was making that high grow taller and taller.
All of a sudden, he pulled me off of him and put me on his bed. His breathing was heavy and erratic as he starred at me with a longing I’d never seen before.
“You…” He started, but stopped gulping to himself.
Scorpius moved to the farthest wall away from me. “If you kept kissing me like that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”
“Stop yourself from what?”
He glared at me darkly. “Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you Weasley.”
“Why would you have to stop?” My voice wavered but my will didn’t.
I sighed. “Never mind.” I began to re button up my blouse.
“Aren’t you a virgin?”
“No. I’m not.” Comprehension hit me later then it should’ve. “Wait you thought-“
Scorpius nodded and sat next to me.
“Even if I was you didn’t have to stop. I’d tell you to stop if I didn’t want it.” I grabbed his hand and intertwined it with mine.
He smiled at our hands, “So you want this?”
I grabbed his face and kissed him intently. “Yes.”
He lifted me into his lap and hugged me tightly. His face rested on mine as his arms locked around me. “This doesn’t make any sense.”
“I know,” I laughed. “Half the time I want to rip your throat half.”
“And the other half you want to rip my shirt off.”
I smacked his back half-heartedly. “You’re an idiot.”
“You smell good.”
He snickered, “What perfume do you where?”
“I use body wash…I think its some kind of a flower.”
“Huh,” Scorpius fell back on the bed with me still plastered on top of him. “Oops.”
I shook with laughter, as he wouldn’t let me go. “Release me!”
His arms loosened and I took this opportunity to lock down his arms and his torso with my knees. “What now?!”
“You do realize you’re wearing a skirt right?”
Immediately, I blushed and moved of off him and started slapping his chest. “Asshole!”
“You did it to yourself!”
After a few minutes of struggle we calmed down and I relaxed into his bare chest. His hand ran through my hair as counted the freckles on his stomach. It was peaceful and…nice. Then he looked at his watch and groaned. “I have to leave.”
“What time is it?”
I frowned and then remembered. “Oh yeah you have practice tonight.”
“Don’t be.” I moved and kissed his lips. Then I got up and was about to re button my shirt when I saw that he had broken a few of the buttons. “Do you have something I can borrow?”
“Sure pick whatever you want,” He gestured to his closet as he pulled his practice jersey over his head.
This was like an out of body experience. Here I was looking through Scorpius Malfoy’s clothes, in his room, after I just snogged the hell out of him.
“You could wear my jersey.” His voice sounded oddly hopeful, but his face was turned away from me so couldn’t tell how accurate that was.
I groaned hollowly. “Yeah. No. I would get shot.”
Scorpius grew quiet and I didn’t let it affect me. I’m sure he was offended, but come on. He wouldn’t have worn my jersey around school either. Wearing a Slytherin jersey would not only get me kicked off the Gryffindor team, but it would have also been a huge F-U to every Gryffindor that liked me. So I found a green sweater that I’d never had seen him wear.
“Oh my mum gave it to me for Christmas. It doesn’t fit anymore.” I moved to put it back when he frowned. “Why don’t you wear that?”
Embarrassed I shrugged, “Well your mum gave it to you. I feel like she didn’t intend for you to let just anybody wear it since it’s a present.”
“I’m sure she won’t care.”
“Oh yes she will.” I told him knowingly. “Women care about that stuff.”
He dragged on his sweats and wrapped his arm around me. “I know they do. I don’t think she will care.” His voice dropped sincerely, “You aren’t just anybody Weasley.”
A huge, unending smile broke out on my face as he kissed the top of my head. “I’ll see you later.”
Tugging off my blouse, I pulled on his sweater and walked back to my room. I threw off my skirt and pulled on a pair of sweats that matched the sweater. Originally I just wanted to wear something for a few minutes, but once I had it on I never wanted to take it off. It smelled like him. His distinctive cologne was a musky mixture of apple and lavender. Going to dinner I was in a fog. I didn’t care what Albus did. I didn’t care what my dad thought. I was happy.
Scorpius wasn’t when he got back from practice. I was working on my schedule for the prefects when he came in soaked, sore and bitter.
“Fucking idiots.” He spat sitting across from me. “You’d think they thought the quaffle was a bomb.”
I gave him a pensive look. “I would ask if you want to talk about it, but given we’re on opposite teams...”
“Yeah.” He scoffed bitterly. “Thick heads…”
“Why don’t you go shower? The water will take your mind off of it.” I told him sympathetically.
He nodded curtly. “You’re right.”
While he showered, I finished my work and started reading one of the chick flicks books Kelly always tried to push on me. It was awful. The boy swept the girl off her feet. They lived happily ever after. The end. I dropped the book quickly. It was easy to see what Kelly liked in it, but it wasn’t my type of book. Suddenly I had the urge to get a different book from the library. I left a note to tell him where I went. The library closed in an hour so I ran in quickly. It didn’t take long for the book I was looking for. I was about to leave when I heard something.
“I’m sorry.” A voice announced behind me.
I turned and was shocked to find Aiden behind me. “Excuse me?”
“I should have waited.”
Looking around I was confused. “…For the librarian to get back?”
“No.” He frowned. “For what I did to you.”
“…I don’t know why I did it.”
“I do,” My face grew somber. “You wanted to hurt me like I hurt you.”
Shame filled his face as he looked at me. “I’m sorry.”
“I appreciate that.”
“You aren’t going to forgive me are you?”
I sighed softly and frowned. “I still loved you with every piece of my heart. I wanted you, but I didn’t want us to end on bad terms.”
“That was naïve.”
“I know.” I laughed humorlessly. “I should have expected you to do something to make yourself feel better.”
He curled his lips over his teeth thoughtfully. “Are we ever going to be friends?”
“Does it make it easier that I love her?”
I waited for my stomach to clench in pain at that acclamation. It didn’t. I was disappointed, but not upset. There was a part of me, the part that believed in that in spite of everything good things can still happen, that believed that guy I fell in love with was still there. Looking at him, I knew he wasn’t. He changed. Now he didn’t shave and let his facial hair grow freely. He used to look more like an adult, wear polo’s and pressed jeans, but now he dressed like a teenager. It made me realize that maybe we were too serious for him. Maybe he needed someone that didn’t take the relationship so seriously. Maybe he needed someone who wouldn’t take the future so seriously. One thing was sure, we didn’t need each other and we weren’t the people we were meant for. In that moment, I let go off any remaining hate and smiled at him.
“It doesn’t make it better, but I’m happy for you.”
His eyebrows rose. “Really?”
“Yes I am.”
“Well, I would say I’m happy for you too, but I’m not a big fan of Malfoy’s.”
I laughed sincerely this time, “Join the club. I’m pretty sure Albus is the president.”
“But,” He corrected himself, “If you’re happy then I’m happy for you.”
“Well look at you being mature.”
Aiden made a face at me. “I try.”
“Well then from now on we can be civil.”
“Deal.” He put out his hand and I shook it. Then without a word he tossed me into a hug.
I patted him awkwardly on the back. “I have to go.”
“Thank you Rose.”
He grinned earnestly. “For not hating me.”
I nodded and left. Walking in the empty corridor, I felt a smile build on my face. Tonight, was the first night in a long time that I would go to bed angry.
The song in the summary and title is Happy By: Leona Lewis. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED LAST CHAPTER! I really appreciate it! I hope you guys like this chapter but i'm warning you guys that this happiness is short lived. PLEASE REVIEW! THANK YOU FOR READING!
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