Chapter 6 : Pie-crust Promises
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I couldn’t help but glance at Malfoy every few minutes. He did not look up at all or even acknowledge anyone’s presence. It was kind of sad actually and I kind of felt bad for him, until I remembered who he was.
Al sat next to him, but seemed quite interested in his girlfriend. They were disgusting. She made him feed her and wipe the sauce from her meat that ran down her chin from her face. She was completely degrading him, but he just allowed it to happen. Not only that, but he was neglecting his best friend to do it! Who does that?
Willow seemed to be having an animated discussion next to me with Louis, Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur’s son, and Alice Longbottom, Uncle Neville’s daughter. They were talking about rights for goblins or something.
A few times I thought they might have asked me a question, but I ignored them and continued eating my treacle tart. I didn’t really want to be there. But I really wasn’t sure why. I guess I was still feeling a little miserable about the whole Malfoy situation. My father probably would’ve applauded me for being awful towards him, but my mother would’ve scolded me. To be perfectly honest, I don’t even remember what we were even arguing about.
As much as I really didn’t want to, I knew that I would have to apologize. Maybe if I just sucked it up and did it, I wouldn’t feel so guilty.
I tried to make eye contact with Scorpius a few times to send the message that I wanted to talk to him later. He didn’t look up for a second. He just picked at his food with his fork for the whole meal until Professor McGonagall, the headmistress, stood up to speak.
“Now quiet down students!” she began, an angry look, that I knew she only made to intimidate the younger students, plastered on her face. She waved her hands to encourage everyone to shut it. “How lovely it is to see all of you again. And welcome once again to our first years. We hope that Hogwarts will become your home as much as it has become ours. Now, I have been asked to remind you of course that all Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes products have been banned by Mr. Filch, as well as about 2789 other items. You may check with the list in Mr. Filch’s office. In addition, the Forbidden Forest, as the name suggests is out of bounds to all students as well as Hogsmeade village is to all students under third year. Any other questions you have can be directed towards your prefects, the heads, or your head of house. First years, please follow your prefects to your common rooms, and remember that they are your superiours. I hope that you all enjoy this wonderful year at Hogwarts and that you will strive to not only learn all that you can, but teach all that you can, to all that you can, as much as you can.” She finally smiled and I could feel the relief that swept over the first years that had believed she was a super strict nutcase. “Could Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy see me please before you go to your common rooms? Alright. You are dismissed.” With that, McGonagall stepped down from the podium and returned to her seat.
Children from left and right poured out the doors. Screams of prefects could be heard all around. It was actually rather amusing.
“NO! Thomas, this way!”
“I know you wanted Ravenclaw, but you’re a Hufflepuff. You must come to our common room all your things will be there!”
“Slytherins, you better follow me, or we will hang you by your toes in the dungeons!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I walked out into a corridor off of the Great Hall, relatively empty as it did not lead to any common rooms. I was in the middle of admiring a statue of an old wizard when I was rudely interrupted.
“Enjoying yourself, are we?” Scorpius had come and stood against the wall next to me. A waft of his smell hung over me. He folded his hands, crossed his feet, and looked down at them.
“Oh. I was just laughing at the prefects and their mad attempts to rein in the younger students. Do you remember when we were those poor fifth year prefects in charge of directing students to the common room?” I laughed lightly again at the thought. I had successfully managed one sentence without strangling the git!
“No. I wasn’t a prefect until halfway through fifth year. I don’t know if you remember.” He blushed and continued to look at his feet.
“Right. No, I remember.” I blushed too and looked at him. He was evidently trying not to look at me and it was driving me mad. We were talking trying to be civil, but our disdain for each other was as clear as day. I threw my hands up in the hair dramatically. “Can we just give all this up?”
He looked genuinely confused, furrowing his brows, but still didn’t look at me.
“Look at me!” I screamed. “Will you not just look at me?” I could almost feel tears in the corners of my eyes, but I forbade them from leaving.
Scorpius turned his head and made eye contact with me, his silvery blue eyes pouring into mine.
“I don’t understand what you want with me.” He looked down again. I grabbed his face from either side to force him to look at me and my fingers burned at the touch.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything. I’m stubborn. I can’t help it.”
He tore his head from my grasp, pushing my hands off his face with his own, and they immediately felt cold. “Are you actually being serious right now? This is all because of your stubbornness? None of this is your fault? You’re even worse than I thought.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a bit. His cheeks were slightly flushed and I wasn’t sure if it was because the corridor was a little cold or out of anger or what. But, it was kind of cute.
“I understand that it is partially my fault...”
“Partially? PARTIALLY??? Are you flipping kidding me right now, Rose. I know that I’ve been a jerk in the past, but this year I thought that maybe we could have a go at being friends. We have to work together and it’ll be so much easier if we can at least have a normal conversation with each other on our own without arguing and practically killing each other.” He ran his hand through his hair in exasperation, messing it up slightly.
I stood right up against the wall. I couldn’t move. Was he honestly pinning this on me? Really?
“Now hold on one minute, mister. Do you know why I don’t want to be friends with you? Did you ever even think about that?” He was back to staring at his feet. “Every time I get relatively close to you, whether it’s physically close or close, like, friend close, I GET HURT.”
He looked more confused than ever.
“Hang on, what? Explain.” He gestured with his hand for me to keep talking.
“First year: you sat behind me in Transfiguration. Physical closeness. You pulled on my braids and singed the ends off.” I waited for an explanation.
“Okay. Maybe I was a brat when I was 11. But I stopped! When I became close friends with Al I stopped because you were his favourite cousin!” He made a feeble attempt to defend himself.
“So if I hadn’t been Al’s favourite cousin I would’ve had no hair by the end of the year?” I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest.
“That’s not what I meant...”
“Second year,” I continued, making no sign that I had heard him. “You told Peeves to dump three bottles of ink on my head. I smelled like grossness for the rest of the day!”
“First of all, is grossness even a word?”
“Do not change the subject, mister!” I wagged my finger at him.
“Okay. That was supposed to be a prank,” I glared at him, “ON PROFESSOR LONGBOTTOM! I told him to dump them on his roses! He was so proud of them and he had given me a bad mark on my essay! What would you have done?”
“So you were still a brat in second year. I would have actually worked hard on my essay when he first gave it to us to make sure I did get a good mark in the first place! And what an awful thing to do to Professor Longbottom! He is the nicest professor here and you know how hard he works on his plants!”
I gave him another glare. Probably like the hundredth one in the whole conversation.
“Third year: you switched my daisy roots with osteospermum roots and made my shrinking solution explode and singe off my eyebrows.”
“It was supposed to be a favour and I was trying to be nice. I didn’t even know that an ostospermium was a flower! They look exactly the same!”
“Fourth year: you coloured my eggs green at breakfast. MY EGGS! That’s so gross!”
“I thought it was clever! Have you ever read the Dr. Suess book?” He was talking gibberish. “GREAT book! Muggle book actually! My mum read it to me a while back. And it was April Fool’s Day! You should have been expecting at least one prank!”
“Fifth year: your slimy girlfriend made my boyfriend cheat on me...”
“HOW IS THAT MY FAULT? Do you think I told her that she should go and snog your boyfriend just to make you miserable? And she MADE your boyfriend cheat on you? THEY BOTH DID IT!!!! It was BOTH of their faults! Not mine, not yours and not one of theirs. They both made a conscious decision to be disloyal and we had nothing to do with it!”
“Sixth year: I tried to be friends with you and you tried to kiss me.”
“Sorry...WHAT?” He looked confused and I sighed.
“If you hadn’t noticed I was trying to be nice to you all year, trying to be friends, and then at Albus’ birthday party we were talking and you totally came onto me. Thank goodness Al wasn’t there. But I slapped you and left the party earlier.”
“So that’s why. Al was always confused as to why you left early...” I could almost hear his brain working. “I must have been really drunk...”
I nodded my head and looked down at my feet.
He suddenly looked horrified. “But...I didn’t...we didn’t...kiss...did we?”
I was mortified that he was so embarrassed by it.
“No we didn’t. I’m glad you’re so happy that we didn’t.” I turned around and started to walk away. I didn’t trust my eyes anymore to hold back the tears. He was disgusted by me and he was an annoying, self-centered, arrogant git. He didn’t deserve a second more of my time.
I was right not to trust myself because as soon as I started walking away, the tears fell in salty streams down my face.
“Rose, wait!” He called after me and I could hear his footsteps behind me.
I don’t know what made me do it, but I stopped.
He came around in front of me and started wiping the tears from my face with his hands. But it was pointless because tears kept streaming down my face.
“Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Don’t cry! Shhh...” He pulled me into his chest to hug me and I wrapped my arms around his back. It was my second hug of the day and was almost better than the first because I knew that I could stay as long as possible. “What’s wrong, Rosie?”
“I don’t understand you.” I pulled away to look him in the eyes. He put his hands on my waist to keep me in his arms. “You say you want to be friends and then you hate me and then you’re embarrassed by me...”
“What? I DO want to be friends and I don’t hate you and I would never be embarrassed by you.” Scorpius looked concerned and wiped my tear away again. “I would never treat you like that. I promise.”
“Then why did you seem so embarrassed that you almost kissed me?” I looked away from him and played with the fabric of his shirt.
“I wasn’t embarrassed. I...” He looked up. “I can’t tell you.” He looked back at me. “Not now, anyways.”
“Why not? You can tell me.”
“No, Rose. I can’t not now; not ever. Unless...no. I can’t.” He lifted my chin with his hand to force me to look at him. “Please understand?”
He leaned down slowly and I was petrified. I froze. It took me a half-second to realize what he was doing. Since we were so close, a half-second was all it took for our lips to brush. Just brush lightly, before I slapped him for, again, the second time today.
“Oh my gosh! What is your PROBLEM!” I stormed away from him. My lips were tingling. He had a hold of my wrist and pulled me back.
“Rose! I’m sorry...I...”
I whipped around to look at him. The tips of his ears were red in embarrassment. I don’t think he meant for it to go this way. Good. I didn’t want him to get his way.
“Sorry? For messing around with my head again? THIS IS THE REASON WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS! YOU ARE TOO BLOODY UNPREDICTABLE!”
He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Good. I wanted him to be as uncomfortable as I was.
“Look, I don’t know what happened there. You just looked so sad and...I don’t know okay? I don’t bloody know...” He put his face in his hands. “I still want to try to be friends. Please? I promise I won’t try anything like that again.”
“That’s a pie-crust promise. Easily made, easily broken.” He looked confused. “Hello? Classic Julie Andrews? The muggle? Only the most amazing, beautiful, talented, perfect person of the entire universe? My gosh, you are sheltered.” I scoffed.
“But,” he said with with a crooked grin, “you haven’t read Green Eggs and Ham: best book of all time!”
“But,” I retorted back, “you haven’t seen a Julie Andrews film! The Sound of Music?" He shook his head. "A classic! Perfection beyond perfection!”
“Well then our first ‘Friendship Bonding Time’ can be reading Green Eggs and Ham and watching the Sound of Music.” He smiled genuinely this time and I noticed just how perfect his teeth were.
“Did you ever wear braces? Because your teeth are perfect!” I covered my mouth. Did I honestly just say that out loud?
He laughed, a genuine laugh, and it was so infectious that I couldn’t help but smile.
“Does somebody have a teeth fetish?” He was still laughing at me.
My cheeks burned. “My grandparents are dentists so I was just curious.” I mumbled.
“What’s a dentist?” He asked.
“They tend to people’s teeth. I can show you some books one day if you like.” I offered, though I wasn’t sure why, to meet with Malfoy of my own accord. Oh Merlin, I was going insane.
“Sure! Another activity for our Friendship Bonding Time!”
“You can’t be serious about that! First of all, that’s a stupid name! It should be more sophisticated like, Acquaintance Familiarization Experience.”
“That’s quite the mouthful.”
“Shut it! I’m speaking! Secondly, I still don’t trust you so you will have to prove your loyalty as an acquaintance and help me regain your trust that was completely lost in that brief...um...interlude...”
“Firstly,” he said mimicking me, “would it kill you to call me a friend?” I nodded and gave him a cheeky grin. He rolled his eyes. “Secondly,” still mocking me, “How should I go about ‘regaining your trust’ so to speak?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something!” I patted him on the arm sympathetically.
“Ah! Miss Weasley and Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall had picked the perfect time to show up, when we were actually being civil to each other, not close to snogging or ripping each other’s brains out. “If you’ll follow me to your new dormitories.”
“Sorry?” I wasn’t sure I had heard her right. She turned around and started walking. Malfoy and I exchanged a glance and followed her.
“Naturally the two heads need their own space to fulfill their responsibilities and have access to each other at all times so as to organize events and prefects and sort out any minor issues that may come up with some students. It has been the custom at Hogwarts School that the Head Boy and Head Girl share a common room and have their own rooms and bathrooms.”
This sounded too good to be true! My own bathroom? I’d never had one of those!
“Where is it?” I asked curiously, we were walking up some stairs by this point.
“Three doors down from the Prefect’s common room. The password is ‘Bride of Titans’ after both your middle names. Nympha meaning ‘bride’ in Latin and Hyperion being the Titan of the East.”
I had not known this before.
Soon enough we reached the portrait. It was of a knight with a fat pony and a very large sword. He seemed slightly insane.
“The name’s Sir Cadogan, ma’am! Pleasure to meet you! I will never betray your trust or allow any imposters to your home! My noble heart shall help me...” The portrait was speaking rapid-fire.
“That’s enough, Sir Cadogan!” Professor McGonagall said fiercely. “Bride of Titans.”
“Yes, Professor! Of course! At once!”
“Open the bloody door!” I shouted. He looked terrified and immediately the portrait swung open.
“I apologize. We couldn’t get anyone else.” Professor McGonagall led us into the Head’s dormitories.
As soon as we stepped inside, I realized why it was reserved for the Heads. There was gold and silver and bronze and black in every corner of the sophisticated, yet cozy common room. Plush couches formed a meeting area with an exquisite glass table, with silver centaurs embedded into it, in the middle of the vast space. We had our own personal fireplace, the mantle made of pure gold plating, in designs of phoenixes. Glass chandeliers with bronze wires creating a whimsical effect hung from the ceilings, which were draped with the different coloured curtains. This created a tent-like feel inside the common room, which I adored. There was also a dining table, made from wood with unicorns engraved into the mahogany and matching chairs surrounding it. The room was huge, yet it felt cozy and comforting.
“Please make yourselves at home. The house-elves have brought your trunks up to your separate dorms, Rose on the right, Mr. Malfoy on the left. Your rooms can be changed to your liking. You can look through the catalogues on your bedside tables and cast the spells to achieve the desired effect for your room.” She stopped and looked at us both. Our mouths were open. I shut mine quickly.
“I believe that’s it, Professor. Thank you.” Malfoy nodded at her and she left immediately, leaving me alone with Malfoy again. “What do you think?”
“Wow?” I said, dumbfounded.
“And it’s all ours! That’s so cool!” He smiled and fingered the wooden table.
“I know! I’ve never had my own bathroom before!” I exclaimed.
“Never?” Malfoy looked shocked.
I shook my head.
“At home I share with Hugo and here I share with all the girls.”
Here I was having a civil conversation with Malfoy. Who would’ve thought. How could we go from fighting viciously, to almost kissing, to having a completely normal conversation in a matter of twenty minutes. I shook my head and chuckled.
“What?” Malfoy said, smiling, creating a dimple in his cheeks.
“We’re just funny.” He gave me a look of pure confusion. “How can we go from being ready to kill each other to this?” I gestured around me to communicate ‘this’ as being this comfortable conversation.
“Well, maybe we just don’t hate each other as much as we think we do. Like, we still hate each other, but maybe we can be acquaintances still. Hey?”
“For the record, I still hate you.” I grinned at him.
“And I, you. But can we give this a go?” He smiled again and his dimples appeared.
MY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS!
“Yeah, I guess.”
SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY!!!!!! This update has taken far too long! I really struggled getting this chapter to be just right and I’m still not entirely happy with it but I think it’s better.
Also it got rejected for copyright material so I had to rework it and I've been busier than I thought! I am a terrible author I'm sorry!!!!!
Did I do McGonagall alright? I am kind of scared of writing such developed, canon characters.
Over Easter I should have some time to write so hopefully Chapter 7 will be up soon.
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Just to throw it out there, I do not own Harry Potter or Hogwarts or anything that you recognize. Just my plot and OCs! I also don’t own Dr. Suess or Green Eggs and Ham or the magnificent Sound of Music (Rodgers and Hammerstein, Robert Wise, etc.)!
**'Pie-crust promises' is originally from the poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti: Promises like Pie-Crust**
Edit: 06/27/2012: Typos, Spacing, Addition of The Sound of Music
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