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Chapter 14 : What the Water Gave Me
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In the middle of Quidditch practice, I was sitting on my broom, a hundred feet in the air when a bludger came slashing through the air and smashed into the side of my jaw. Normally I would have been paying attention and would have been able to block that, but I was too distracted. For that I received a bruised jaw. It’s sounds funnier than it is.
“SON OF A BITCH!” I cried as I cradled my jaw delicately. Hugo and Albus raced to my side and lowered me down to the field. “FUCK FUCK!”
Taking my hand off my face I was disgusted to find gushing blood all over my new Quidditch gloves. I became dizzy just looking at it. After the initial hit I felt nothing but stinging pain in my chin. It didn’t hurt badly until I felt the wind breeze past it. Then it was like the time I waxed my legs and took a hot shower immediately after, searing, blinding pain. Trying to fight urge to scream in pain, I looked up in an attempt to distract myself with something, anything else. Hugo and Albus both had their arms around me, as they attempted to usher me into the castle. I was expecting the nausea. I was expecting the pain. I wasn’t however expecting to see Malfoy opening the door for us.
“You have GOT to be kidding me.” Albus growled.
“What Potter? You want me to slam the door in her face? You think that will stop the bleeding?” He scoffed coldly.
Albus looked absolutely livid. “What are you doing out here?!”
“I was walking around the castle when I saw you carrying her in. Last time I checked, I can do whatever I want.”
“Okay!” I shouted furiously. “You two can bicker! I’m going to hospital wing on my own.” Breaking away from Hugo and walking on my own I made it about three steps before I became dizzy from the blood loss.
“Oh hell!” Albus groaned under his breath. “You know what…fuck it. Malfoy you take her to the hospital wing. Hugo come on we’re going back to practice.”
“What?” I coughed getting some blood on the floor as I swayed where I stood.
“No matter what I do I can’t seem to keep him away from her. I give up.” Albus told Hugo as he put me in Scorpius’s arms.
Scorpius’s strong warm arms circled around me and suddenly he was the one helping me to the hospital wing. I wasn’t in the shape to question it. It didn’t matter if Voldemort wanted to help me at this point. I just wanted someone to stop the bleeding. Scorpius half dragged me their and stayed silent the whole time. Somehow, I knew, that he knew that speaking only hurt more. Not everybody was this attuned to my feelings. Madame Promfrey’s new assistant for one not only lost her mind when she saw me, but she almost beat the stuffing out of Malfoy.
“What the hell happened to you?” Eleanor questioned me sending him an accusing look.
“Blu-ger.” I spat through the blood.
She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth negatively. “Stupid game if you ask me. Just a bunch of people risking their lives for no good reason.”
I clenched my eyes in pain as she magically pulled my jawbones back together with a few clever flicks off her wand.
“Now,” She spoke clearly, “I’m going to put some ointment on your face to clean up the wound and heal the bruise.”
I nodded, though I kept my eyes closed.
“Your jaw may feel a little numb for a few hours and I’m keeping you till lunch.”
My eyes snapped open. “That’s not necessary.”
“Who has the medical degree you or do I?” Eleanor snapped wryly. “That’s what I thought. Now I know you are a flight risk after our venture together so Mr. Malfoy I’m correct in assuming you are staying with her till then.”
“A minute ago you were accusing me of beating her and now you are asking me to sit with her all for three hours?” Scorpius raised his eyebrows cynically.
Eleanor glared at him. “Well one never can be too careful and you seem well intentioned. So what’s your answer?”
“Yeah…after she told you I was innocent…” Her sat down in the chair next to me.
He frowned. “I’m sitting aren’t I?”
Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Men.” She tucked her raven hair behind her ear. “You stay put until I say you can leave.”
“It’s not that bad…” I moved to leave, but stopped when she gave me a death glare. “Okay! Okay! You’d think I was trying to steal a baby or something.”
“You sit. And you, make sure she stays.” Eleanor told us before strutting back into the nurse’s courters.
I leaned back against the bed and groaned. “Worst-morning-ever.”
“How did you get hit?”
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “I was distracted.”
“Nothing. I’m just…I don’t understand a lot.”
He glanced at me curiously. “Oh?”
“You wouldn’t get it.”
As I looked at him I waited for the usual shiver of doubt. He was Malfoy, my enemy since before I could remember. I was supposed to doubt his intentions. But as I looked into his pale grey eyes I didn’t see that. He wasn’t the same person. He was…changed, but by what I didn’t know.
“Maybe… later.” I thought of a lie easily. “I need to sleep…You can leave if you want. I promise I won’t leave.”
“Why’d she call you a flight risk?”
I scoffed. “Every time I get hurt she always wants to keep me here longer than necessary.”
“What was the last thing that got you in here?”
“Rick Fitzpatrick tripped me and I went flying through the air into a brick wall.”
His jaw twitched. “Seriously?”
“Yeah apparently he didn’t like a comment I made about him the day before.”
“What did you say?”
“That all his snobbish bigotry was just an act to overcompensate for how small he is.”
Scorpius shook slightly with silent laughter. “I see.”
“I can’t understand why he was so upset…I was just telling the truth.”
“No reason for him to take it so personally right?”
I smiled. “Yep….Hey did she get all the blood off my face?”
He nodded. “Now the only red thing on your face is your hair.”
“You really don’t have to stay. I know you probably have a busy day… kicking orphans and telling small children that Santa doesn’t exist.”
“It’s fine, Weasley. I’ll just kick the orphan’s while I tell them that Santa doesn’t exist tomorrow.”
I pretended to gape. “But tomorrow is Sunday. On god’s day you are going to go around ruining hopes and dreams of all?”
“I’m a rebel.”
Rolling my eyes, I laid back on the pillow behind me. “Oh yeah you are. Tell me Malfoy what do your parent’s want you to do for a career?”
He seemed taken aback from the question. “What?”
“Everyone knows I’m supposed to go the Ministry and add to their ever growing ginger overpopulation. What do your parent’s want you to do?”
“Why do you ask?”
I shrugged. “Well we’re going to be here quite awhile and figured I might as well find out more about you so I can sneakily use it against you at another time.”
“Ah. Well my mother wants me to become a ministry official and my father just wants me to be happy.”
“That’s adorable. You’re really close with your dad aren’t you?”
He tensed as I saw his defensive mechanism come into place. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes I am, but we aren’t talking about me.”
“Yes. I suppose we aren't.”
My smile grew. “It’s just funny. You look just like him. Do you think you act more like him or your mum?”
“I don’t know…” He twitched uncomfortably.
“Why are you getting so uncomfortable? I’m just asking you about your family.”
“Perhaps,” He began curtly, “Because I know you have a low opinion of them.”
Turning I looked at his hardened expression in surprise. “Is that what you think? I don’t hate your family. I hate you sometimes, but you’ve fully earned that. I actually think your mum looks nice. I could be wrong.”
“She is nice.”
A smirk played on my face as I thought of what I was about to say. “And your dad’s pretty hot.”
He set me with a disgusted look.
“What he has this whole older man…I used to be bad…I’ve probably killed some people…while shirtless...look about him.”
I busted out laughing. “It’s too easy!”
“But wait didn’t you say I look just like him?” His smirk was back with a vengeance.
“Oh dear god. You would zero in on that.”
He leaned in towards me “Well?”
“You know you’re attractive.” I rolled my eyes. Then I started feeling my jaw. “It really is numb. I bet I could get hit again and not feel anything.”
“So you find me attractive.”
I scoffed. “I don’t know why you’re so shocked. You know how you look.”
“Yes, but you of all people admitting it is quite refreshing.”
“Oh please. If you don’t simmer down I won’t be able to fit in this room with you and your ego.”
“What are you trying to say? That you as a woman are immune to compliments?” He snorted. “You people live of compliments.
My eyebrows rose in disagreement. “First of all that’s a lie. I live off pancakes and sugar quills.” I then gave him an even look. “I’m more impressed by the fact that you finally admit I’m a woman. Although I don’t imagine I look much like one right now.”
“Are you saying you don’t think you are an attractive female?”
“Not at the moment.”
He looked at me as if I was an alien. “Do you ever think you are?”
“What the hell is with this line of questioning? I’m sure at some point I look alright.”
“You’re a weird girl.”
Outraged, I starred at him. “How am I weird?”
“Most girls strive for a compliment. You run from them like they will give you cancer.”
“Just became I don’t swoon at every word that comes out of your mouth doesn’t mean I run from compliments. In that whole slew of words I didn’t hear even a hint of a compliment so what was there to run from?”
He snickered at that. “Touché Weasley.”
“Oh my! Did Scorpius Malfoy just admit defeat?” I clamped my hand over my mouth in fake shock.
“It’s been known to happen.”
I smiled. “Not around me.”
“I thought you wanted to take a nap.”
“Yeah I did…but what are you going to do? Sit there and stare at me?”
He pulled out today’s Daily Prophet. “I’m all good.”
“Yes. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
I rolled over and fell asleep quickly. When I woke up he was gone and Hugo was sitting in his seat.
“Well hello sis. How’s your face feeling?”
“Fine.” I sat up and looked around. “How long have you been here?”
He shrugged. “A half hour.”
“Expecting someone else?” Hugo grinned knowingly. “I told him he could leave. I’m sure you’ll run into him later.”
“Hey, I was wondering what was Albus going on about earlier?”
Hugo looked conflicted. “I could tell you, but I’m not sure if I should.”
“Because he had a point; a crazed, delusional, ridiculous point.
I checked my watch. “It’s lunch time. Have you seen Eleanor?”
“Yep. She said you could leave when you woke up.”
Hugo and I left for the Great Hall and we sat together and discussed Victoree’s wedding.
“I think it’s going to be the epitome of over priced.” I told him knowingly. “I have a fitting on Tuesday. I really can’t wait to see what color scheme she picks.”
Hugo scoffed. “We all know it’s going to be yellow.”
“She would. Speaking of which who’s your plus one? It’s February twenty seventh. The wedding is in two and half months you might want to get your shit together.”
“Me? What about you? Are you going stag?”
I grimaced. “That would be awful. Roxanne will mock me the whole night.”
“Yes,” He patted me sympathetically, “She will.”
“Oh well. I’m going to have a good time with or without a date.”
Hugo gave me a pensive look. “There’s no one you could see going with?”
“Not at the moment…Why? Do you know someone I should go with?”
“Well you and Malfoy seem to be getting chummy.”
My face flushed. “No, we’re not.”
“Then why when I mention anything to do with him do you loose your mind?”
“I don’t loose my mind.”
“Oh?” Hugo stared at me arrogantly. “Then why is your face constantly the color of a strawberry whenever I mention him?”
I glared at him and threw a napkin at his face. “Oh sod off.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well shut up.” I stood up and linked arms with as he walked me back to my dorm. “So speaking of dates, who are you taking?”
Hugo’s face twisted in discomfort. “I’m not sure.”
“What’s with the face?”
“Oh,” I said quickly, “Because it looks like a whole lot of something.”
He frowned. “Promise you won’t judge me?”
“Thumb swear.” I wrapped my thumb around his. “So? What’s up?”
Hugo followed me into my common room. “I like someone.”
“Okay, Captain Vague.”
“Fine.” Hugo fell onto the couch in despair. “Charlotte Parker.”
“Who who who whooo.” I snickered teasingly. “A Slythern eh?”
He groaned and threw his face into the couch. “I don’t know what to do! I can’t get her out of my head.”
“This is hysterical. Hugo Weasley in love with a feisty blonde.”
“Yeah,” Hugo spat into my cushions. “Delightful.”
Sitting down next to him, I laughed. “What’s the big problem? Why don’t you just ask her out?”
“The problem is it could never work out.”
“She not like you?”
He scoffed condescendingly. “As if that’s even possible.”
“And the arrogance continues.”
“Well come on.”
“Fine,” I threw up my hands defensively. “All women love you. So what makes this an issue?”
Pulling himself out of my couch he gave me a dirty look. “Duh. She’s a Slythern.”
“And? This isn’t 1981 you know.”
“I know that, but dad would loose his mind.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure dad would throw a fit, eat a sandwich and then get over it.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“Well I am. Dad is a lot of talk, but very little action.” I heaved him into a hug. “Don’t worry about him.”
As we pulled away I heard the door swing open and watched as Scorpius strutted across the common room to his staircase. Neither of us said a word to each other. But I waited till he was in his room before I continued talking to Hugo.
“Now are you going to go for it? Or are you going to be a little pansy?”
He made a face at me and squished my face together. “I told you how I feel about that term.”
“Pan-sy.” I muttered with difficulty as he smashed my face together like a fish.
“Well if you insist on acting this way I must leave you.”
I snorted. “Love you.”
As he left I sunk into the couch and tried to relax. I had a few papers that I had to write before Monday, but for once I was going to put them off. I had a whole crappy Sunday to worry about that. For now I was going to go get a book from the library, crawl up by the fire and read. After being socked in the face by a bludger I think I deserve a break.
Lauren was in the library banging her head on the table when I walked in. This was a sight I never thought I’d see. Kelly yes, Lauren…hell no. Kelly was the one who always came to me with countless paper cuts and book lines indented into her cute little face. Lauren on the other hand was more likely to be found reading a magazine, snogging her boyfriend or doing anything else really.
“Well, isn’t this a surprise.”
Lauren glanced up reproachfully. “Come here to make fun of me?”
“No. I came here for a book. I had no idea you were here at all.”
Her gaze softened. “Well go get it.”
“What’s up with you? You’re snappier than usual.”
“My mum just sent me a message telling me that I better start applying myself. So here I am…applying myself.”
I picked up her book. “Law enforcement?”
“Yep. She seems to think I’d be perfect to work in your mother’s department.”
She flipped her hair impatiently. “Exactly! I hate law enforcement. I’d much rather stick needles into my eyes.”
“What would you like to do?”
“I don’t know…I’ve never given it much thought.”
Sliding into the seat next to her I gave her a sympathetic look. “Well what did your job test tell you?”
“That I should be a mortician.”
“Oh.” I grimaced. “Was there a back up?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Well…Um…I bet we can figure something out. For now…why don’t we get you out of the library?”
I helped her up with a frown. “It just doesn’t look right…You being in here I mean.”
“I didn’t know where else to look.”
“You know. I think Kelly will have a few ideas. She’s good at that kind of thing.”
Lauren nodded absentmindedly. “She would be.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”
“How are you?”
I shrugged, “I’m fine.”
“Hugo said you’re seeing a lot of Malfoy.”
“I’m not trying to. I just keep running into him.”
“I’m sorry. It sucks running into your ex.”
My whole body stopped as I starred at her in surprise. “My what?”
“Your ex.” She starred at me with narrowed eyes. “I thought you broke up with him.”
“Lauren, what are you talking about? I never dated him.”
Adjusting her headband she shrugged. “I guess you’re right. I think I’m going to take a nap. Want to eat dinner with Kelly and I?”
“Of course.” I hugged her and watched as she went into the Gryffindor common room.
When I reached the top of Astronomy tower I did something I never did. I pulled myself onto the edge and sat there, looking down at the snowy grounds. It was no longer a lingering suspicion. Lauren had legitimately just proven the festering doubt within me that something was deeply wrong. She shrugged it off, but the longer I sat there the more things I saw connected back to what she said. The way people kept pointing at the two of us. How Albus’s wouldn’t let him anywhere near me. And more importantly why no matter how close or far away I was from him my feelings never changed. Feelings that in no way connected to the way we were. I must have sat up there for a couple of hours, because the air grew frigid and the sky fell dark. My mind was working so fast though I didn’t notice until I heard someone coming up the stairs.
“Woah Woah Woah!” Malfoy yelled as he skidded next to me. “What are you doing?”
I shrugged distractedly. “Thinking.”
“Can’t you be normal and think on the ground?”
“No I can’t…I think I’m going crazy.”
“Yes that has become clear to me as well but why don’t we talk about this down here…off the ledge of a two hundred foot drop.”
“Do you think I’m crazy?”
He starred at me like I was. “Right now or in general?”
“Usually you seem very level headed.”
Pursing my lips I sighed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Weasley what’s the problem?”
“I’ve been feeling …not right for the past two weeks. What do you think it is?”
“I haven’t got a clue.”
Malfoy gave the ledge a hesitant look before climbing up to sit next to me.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?...If I die up here I’m going to haunt you forever.” He told me snidely as he death gripped the back of the ledge.
I laughed at him. “I’m sure you would. I can just see you now. Judging me on my fashion choices or tell me I’m doing just ordinary in a class.”
“Yes. Yes I would.”
“I just don’t get this….I feel.” I put my head in my hands. “I feel heartbroken and everything connects to a past I don’t have.”
“What does it feel like?”
Tears appeared in my eyes without my permission. “Every morning I wake up and feel like my best friend has just died. But then I talk to Kelly, Lauren and Hugo and they’re all fine. I’m constantly restless. I can’t concentrate on anything and when I’m around certain things my chest clenches …Like I found this sweater in my room and as soon as I saw it I became depressed. I don’t understand why though…I don’t even think it’s my sweater either it’s huge.” I let out a breath. “And I can’t let it go either I keep obsessing over what the hell could cause me this much…pain.”
“That is weird…” His eyes starred into mine and his expression completely changed.
“The worst part is I don’t understand why it all seems to circle around you. Lauren seems to think we’ve dated and now that I think about it. It fits. You and I have never even shared a meal together let alone anything that would warrant the way I feel. Or the way everyone is acting.” I bit my lip. “Is it just me? Am I crazy?”
He shook his head and avoided my eyes. “No. I feel it too.”
“I thought it was just me.” Scorpius admitted quietly.
“Can I ask you something?”
“No, this conversation couldn’t be any stranger.”
I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm. “Not that you idiot.”
“Then what? What could Rose Weasley possibly not know?”
“Why are you up here?”
A faint blush came over his cheeks. “You never came back from the library and you looked emotional earlier.”
“How did you know I was up here?” I asked him softly.
“I didn’t know.”
I smiled at him, “I know you didn’t have to make sure I was alright …thank you.”
“Well if you left they would probably put somebody else as Head Girl and I was just getting used to listening to you lecturing me.”
Instinctively, I looped my arm through his and hugged it. “Yeah, because you listen to me.” I then stopped and looked down at my arm in horror. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I just did that.”
“No…it’s okay.” He breathed with a note of surprised enjoyment. “I don’t mind.”
“You don’t?” I questioned him in shock.
He shook his head with a small smirk. “No. I don’t.”
“Oh Jesus this is weird.” I blushed embarrassedly. “You don’t even like me.”
“How do you know that?”
I pulled away from him and swung around so I was fully facing him. “How about seven years of reinforcement?”
“That means nothing.”
“How does that mean nothing?!”
His smirk grew as I became angry. “There you go.”
“What?!” I snapped in confusion.
“When you get all feisty, your hair grows.”
Self consciously, my hands flew to my hair. “No it doesn’t!”
“Yes it does. It’s adorable.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes in sarcasm. “Oh-kay!”
We were quiet for a few minutes as the winter air howled around us. When he finally broke the silence it wasn’t awkward or tense. He was perfectly at ease as if we’d been friends for years.
“What were you talking about with Hugo earlier?”
I shrugged. “He actually for once genially likes a girl, but she’s in Slytherin and he scared shitless of what my dad is going to think. I have no idea why. I told him he was being stupid.”
“Doesn’t your dad hate us all?”
“He doesn’t hate Slytherin’s. He just doesn’t trust them. He’s not bad enough to do something about it. If it was me I’m sure it would be different, but I don’t see why Hugo cares. If he really likes the girl it shouldn’t care where she comes from.”
Scorpius’s face twisted in thought. “Why would it be different if it was you?”
“I’m his baby girl. I’m sure when he pictures my future he doesn’t see men in it at all.” I replied honestly.
“Would you date a Slythern?”
A faint blush reappeared on my face as I considered the loaded question. “I judge more on the guy then the house he’s in. Unless he likes the Cuddley Cannon’s,” I joked knowing full well there was a Cannon’s poster in his room. “Then it’s all over.”
“Are you one of those fans that jumps on the bandwagon when they’re good and jumps off when they’re bad? Because that’s not a real fan?”
“You sound just like my dad. And no I’ve never been a Cannon’s fan. I know they’re our home team, but after awhile it’s just sad to watch them play. They’re never going to even make it to the playoffs.”
Malfoy smiled. “Sometimes the best teams are the ones that you think will never make it.”
I frowned and suddenly felt the need to change the subject. “What did Rachel want earlier?”
“To tell me that now there was nothing stopping us from seeing each other.” He scoffed darkly. “As if I’d need an excuse to get away from her.”
“How did she take that?”
“Not well.” He answered honestly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she tries and slip me a love potion.”
I let out a snicker at that. “Now I would pay good money to see you head over heels in love with her.”
“Oh you would?”
His hand slipped down to my hand until our hands were intertwined.
“What is this?” I asked gently not daring to look him in the eye.
“I don’t know.”
“Well someone should and I think I know who does.” I got down from the ledge carefully and held out my hand. “Are you in?”
For a second he seemed to second-guess himself, this entire situation and me. But then he shook his head and jumped down. “I must be crazy.” And then he took my hand and let me lead the way.
The song in the title and the summary is What the Water Gave Me By: Florence and the Machine. Thank you the 26 people who made my life by reviewing. You are my favorite 26 people in the world. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! PLEASE REVIEW! I love all of you! I hope you like this chapter and don't worry Ron's story line will come up soon!
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