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Study Habits by The Colorful Dragon
Chapter 1 : Beginning Woes
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If there’s one thing I love more than anything else in the entire world, it’s chocolate.

Any kind of chocolate is good to me. Chocolate bars, chocolate milk, chocolate flavored toothpaste—yes, it exists—chocolate spreads, and pretty much anything else that includes the word chocolate within its title or description. Every now and then I’ll get on a Nutella kick, and let me tell you, it’s like this amazing sensation that Dominique tells me should be saved for a girl’s first love, not a jar filled with nutty chocolatness.

But Dominique is currently failing half of her classes, so I guess she’s not exactly credible when it comes to what’s smart and what’s stupid. I mean, if everyone shared an unconditional love with something edible, there’d be no more terrible break ups, crime rates would go down, and happiness would go up. I guess obesity would too, but never mind that. We’re trying to be positive here.

Currently here is the library. I’m buried in my cocoon of books in my usual corner by the far window. It’s a pretty awesome hiding spot. Most people just pass by without even noticing my existence. I know, that sounds pretty depressing, but I like it like that. This way I can sneakily eat my chocolate and do homework at the same time.

I know, I’m so smooth. I should start my own advice column to help the less fortunate brained souls come up with ideas like my own. I’d call it “Ask Rose” or something catchy like that.

I was lifted out of my daydreams by a tall strawberry blonde figure entering the library with a loud slam of the doors. Even though I knew I wasn’t visible, I still cringed as Dominique took no notice to the entrance she had made. Instead she scanned the bookshelves and chairs with her hawk eyes until she spotted my campout in the corner. Smiling a satisfied smile, she chomped on her gum and made her way over like she was walking down a runway. If she saw the heads turning in her direction, she took no notice.

When I said that no one knows about my hiding place, I kind of lied. People I don’t know just walk right on by, but my friends know that if they want to find me, they have to check the library. I practically live in the library. Most of the time it’s to avoid them, but if they’ve caught onto that they don’t let on. Instead, they disrupt my happy chocolate sneaking and destroy the natural flow of the library. I’m beginning to think I’m the only Weasley/Potter who doesn’t completely wreck the mood in a quiet place such as this. The rest of them don’t enter unless their A. about to fail a class (or, in most cases, classes) B. Looking for me, which C. probably means they’re in need of some serious problem solving. I don’t know why, but for some unfortunate reason I’ve been given the family title “Problem Solver.” That’s me. Rose Weasley, the problem solving queen of Hogwarts. I might as well start charging a galleon for everything I fix. I’d be rich by the time I graduate.

“Hey Rose!” Dom said, and let me tell you, she was not using her inside voice. “What are you doing?”

“I have to finish the paper that Binns gave us.” I had brought my voice down to a whisper.

“Why are you talking so quiet?” Dom raised her voice, oblivious to my cringing. When we were six my father officially declared that she was the loudest child he had ever met. I like my dad, even though I’m a lot more like my mum.

“Well, you know, we’re in a library.”

Dominique waved that statement away. “Gee Rose, it’s almost like you don’t want me here.” She said cheerfully, sitting down on the table and patting my shoulder fondly. This caused half of by book fortress to clatter towards the ground. When Dom saw she just giggled kicking a few away from her. I swear this girl has no regard for the property of others.

Dominique’s that kind of friend that I could tell anything to. Sure, she may explode and rant for hours upon hours to me about things I could care less about, but still, she was my best friend. I had grown up with her leading the way. When we were younger, she would always convince me to do stupid things that usually landed me in trouble. Sadly, not much has changed when it came to that. Back when we were nine she declared that we were going to pants the muggle Santa in a muggle shopping mall. Ten minutes after the “Pantsing Incident” as my mother calls it, we were stuck in some security room having been whisked away from fifty terrorized children and screaming parents. My poor mother had to obliviate multiple memories.

“Go away Dom.” I said miserably, banging my head down on the book I was reading about Goblin rebellions in the eleventh century.

“I’ve got a problem.” She stated.

Aha, there it was. The reason she had dared enter such a place called the library. I should have known she’d never come in here for the pure pleasure of talking to me.

“What?” I asked her, but before she could answer another person poked up to her side.

“Hey Rosie Posie.” James Potter said with a vibrant smile. I raised my eyebrows at him, I didn’t know that James even knew where the library was, let alone how to read. He’s more of the athletic type, if you catch my drift. He had brought Gryffindor the Quidditch championship six years in a row now. The guy was supurb on a broom, but unfortunately when it came to actually sitting down and taking notes all he could manage to write was very crude doodles involving the professors and whomever he decided was pissing him off. Even though Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny haven’t outwardly admitted it, I think that we can all agree that James is an idiot. Most girls here find him undeniably attractive, but I don’t know how you could ever have a relationship with someone who can only count to one hundred.

“Why hello…” Dom scowled. She had never really taken to being interrupted.

“Guys, as much as I’m loving this family gathering—” I started, but I was cut off by Dom.

“I was here first, Potter!” She snapped. “I need advice on my nails. Should I paint them cherry red or velvet red, Rose?”

“Dominique,” James said harshly. “I believe you are being very insensitive to my feelings. I can talk to Rose whenever I want. So stop acting like a selfish cow.”

“Cow? Cow?! Does this face look cowlike to you?" Her emotions seemed to be ranging between distressed and furious with a bit of insecurity mixed in. " Because if it does I’m going to do yours some serious rearranging with my fist!” As she lunged at him even more books went flying downwards. I didn’t bother to get back up off of the floor when I went to pick them up. Half of the library was watching their little argument now, and more books were bound to fall. So I’d stay on the floor and out of the line of fire. I had never been one to join in on arguments. I liked to take cover while I could.

Potter laughed at her and dodged her whimpy hit. “You weigh like one hundred pounds, you could never hurt me. I’m James freaking Potter baby. Bow down to the god of Hogwarts and I’ll give you an autograph for when I’m famous.” He seemed to forget they were arguing for a moment as he drifted off into James land. “I’ll even give it to you for free! That way when you’re broke because you spent all your money on some facial cleanser you can sell it.”

Instead of answering she lunged for him again. I curled up into a ball as James shouted, “Jesus woman! I try to help and all you do is attack! Are you always this bloody hostile? Because strangers might take it the wrong way!”

“For your information—” Dom was screaming at the top of her lungs now. Pince was on the move towards us. I just gulped, there was no use trying to stop them now. They were at the climax. “—I weigh ninety eight pounds, you twithead!”

“Rose Weasley!” Pince yelled when she finally arrived at my destroyed fortress of books. My mouth opened. How on earth was this my fault? “How dare you bring such disrupting people into this library!”

“But I didn’t—” I tried, but she held up her hand to silence me. I had never personally had a problem with Pince. Sure she was like one hundred years old and smelled distinctly of kitty litter, but she normally didn’t bother me. During exams she’ll let me stay an hour after closing. Right now, I would happily join the rest of the schools hate club for the woman.

“Chill lady,” Dom said in what I’m thinking she thought was a consoling voice. It only made Pince look like she was on the verge of a heart attack. “I was just going to ask Rose about my nail polish and then this arse came up and made things get out of hand.”

“Well I needed Rose’s help with my astronomy homework!” James challenged in a deeply hurt voice. He resembled a puppy that had just been yelled at. “I forgot to go to class so far this year, and I’ve got to pull my grade up.”

“It’s October…” I trailed off, shaking my head as he rolled his eyes at me.

“I know what month it is, god Rose. I’m not stupid.”

“You’re right, James, you’re not stupid, you’re intelligence level rivals that of a goldfish.” Dom snapped. After she comprehended what she said for a moment she giggled at her own joke. “That was a good one, wasn’t it Pincey?”

Pince looked from Dominique to Potter and then to my fatal position on the floor. “That’s it! Out! All of you out, NOW!”

I grabbed my bag as quickly has my hands could get there and threw my books back in the bag. James shrugged and started to clean his fingernails on his way out. Dom threw her head high up in the air as if none of this had happened. I followed after miserably.

I often wonder what I ever did to be put into my family. They were big and loud, and to be honest, a little dim witted. I didn’t really belong there, but they had accepted me anyways. They thought I was crazy. What they didn’t realize was that they were all borderline insane.

Even though I was different, in the same way I kind of blended in. I wasn’t the prettiest like Victoire, or the loudest like Dominique, or the most athletic like James and Albus. I wasn’t the stupid one like Louis or the annoying one like Hugo. I wasn’t the one who seemed to look at the world as if it was coming to an end like Lucy. I wasn’t overly confident like Roxy or charming like Fred. I wasn’t the whiner like Molly. Hell, I wasn’t even friendly like Lily was. I guess I was the smart one, but still, that didn’t have the same ring to it like the others did. They were all always loud and moving; I would rather be curled up in a corner reading ahead in my textbooks. While my brother called me a freak for doing so, my father would just pat my arm and tell me I was just like my mother, who, by the way, is more insanely smart than I could ever hope to be.

The bell rang as Dominique and I were walking down the hallway. We both had Arithmancy next, a class that she was failing with spectacular colors. Whenever I offered to help her she would get all offended and tell me that there was more to life than stupid numbers. In result, I became offended. Arithmancy was my favorite subject. I loved the problem solving. When I was younger my mother would practice math with me, it reminded me of that. It was like everything had an answer, all you had to do was find it. Unfortunately, Dominique had decided early into the course that she neither had the time nor the patience to actually solve a full problem.

“Ew Rose,” Dom scrunched up her nose as she stared at me. I looked down at my shirt to make sure it wasn’t on inside out. When that looked fine I made sure my shoes were tied. After that I wasn’t sure what it could be, so I looked up curiously for her to continue. Being that it was Dominique, she took no time being nice about it. “Your hair looks like a dead rats nest.”

“Aw, gee thanks Dom. You’re a great friend.” I told her sarcastically.

“Rosie darling,” She said with a flip of her glossy hair. “I’m not your friend. I hang around you out of pity.”

I nudged her side as she giggled. We entered the classroom and took our usual seats in the middle. From the left side of the room Joey Corner had caught my eye and smiled in my direction. I blushed the same shade of velvet red nail polish Dominique was currently applying to her nails and waved dorkily back. When I went to sit down next to her I missed the chair. Dom raised her eyebrows at me as I quickly got up off of the ground and straightened out my robes before making sure I made the seat this time. I forced myself to not look over to where Joey seemed to be sniggering.

“Real smooth Rose,” Dom said sardonically as she blew on her nails. “With those moves he’ll be your boyfriend by two o’clock.”

“Shut up.” I mumbled, reaching into my bag for my Arithmancy book and homework.

So I had a little crush on Joey Corner, big deal. Practically every girl in the school had at one time had a teensy crush on Joey. He was just that kind of guy. He met all the requirements that made him a perfect boyfriend. He played Quidditch for Ravenclaw, was one of the smartest people in the year, and was downright gorgeous. His hair was even chocolate brown—is that not perfection or is that not perfection people? I didn’t know him well. In fact, I think I’d only said three words to him so far this year. And they were “Thank you Joey.” He had answered, “Welcome Rachel”. Oh, did Dominique have a fit at that one. She found it overly hysterical. The fact that the boy I had been crushing on since the Hogwarts Express first year still didn’t know my name was apparently the most hilarious thing in the world.

Ha ha ha.

“Rose, can I borrow your homework?” A disheveled Florence Bromley asked me. She had just run in. Knowing Florence, or Florie as we call her, she had forgotten she had class or was too busy in a broom closet with her boyfriend.

“Ask Dom.” I said stiffly. “You always ask me.”

Dom let out a rather unattractive snort and Florie eyed her apprehensively. “I think we all know she would have to be screwed to ask me for homework. Hell, anyone would have to be screwed to ask me for homework.” She seemed to ponder that for a moment before shaking her head and putting it down on her desk. Within ten seconds she was snoring. Dominique Weasley can fall asleep faster than anyone I’ve ever known. I know this because half the time it’s me she winds up sleeping on.

The class went by relatively normal. I had grudgingly handed Florie over my homework and she appreciatively copied, telling me that she’d never ask for it again. Of course I knew that it was a bunch of bull, but I let her copy anyways. Florie was in many ways just as good of a friend as Dominique was. They were my Hogwarts friends, it was different than the rest of my family. I had grown up with James and Albus as my brothers more than my cousins. I even saw Lily as a little sibling as much as I saw Hugo as a little sibling. Our parents were always together. I guess it had something to do with the whole saving the world thing they had going on.

By the time class was over and Dominique had decided to wake up from her little nap we had already gotten a mountain of homework assigned. I was probably the only kid who didn’t groan when Professor Vector wrote it on the board. Secretly I actually enjoyed Arithmancy homework the most out of all my subjects. But shush, I don’t want that getting out. I do have some social status to uphold.

No, scratch that. I’ve got nada.

“Miss. Weasley, could I have a word?” Professor Vector had come up to where Florie, Dom, and I were talking. I nodded after shrugging at the curious look Dominique had shot me. I was as clueless as she was. I saw Scorpius Malfoy also waiting by the desk. I wondered what I could have done. Did my scores drop on the last exam? I could have sworn that was my best test. What if I couldn’t get into the Ministry now?!What if—

“Miss. Weasley, you know Mr. Malfoy, do you not?” Professor Vector asked me. I quickly looked over to Malfoy and nodded before looking down. Of course I knew of Scorpius Malfoy, but it’s not like we were friends or anything. I had probably only spoken to him a couple times in my life. I knew he was kind of a mate of Albus’s, but even Al kept his distance. They were only friends because they were in the same house. That was as far as it extended. When my dad told me to keep away from him that first time at the train I had listened. There really wasn’t much more to it.

“We’ve met.” Malfoy said shortly.

“Wonderful! Miss. Weasley, I was wondering if you could do Mr. Malfoy and myself a favor.” Vector looked at me before continuing. “Your natural ability in the subject Arithmancy is superb; I have never met a witch or wizard so adept before.”

I couldn’t help it, I swelled with pride. Some kids get happy when they win their sports match; others get happy when they win a contest. I get happy when I teacher compliments me.

Now don’t go hating on me, I can’t help my inner nerd. Trust me; I’ve been trying to leash the thing for years. I can’t help it if I’m fascinated by the most boring things the magical world has to offer.

“So, Mr. Malfoy and I were wondering if you would be willing to tutor him for the next month or so.”

I felt the smile slip off of my face before I could stop it. I shot Malfoy a quick glance before blushing. He was eyeing me. I forced a smile back onto my face and nodded. “Sure, I’d be happy to help.” I said in a falsely happy voice. Actually, it didn’t sound like my voice at all. Well, that is unless I usually sound like a drowning cat.

“Well, it’s settled then!” Professor Vector clapped his hands together looking between Malfoy and I with a smile. Did he seriously not feel the tension? It was easing through the air like some horrid smell. In fact, I don’t know how the bloke could even stand it. I barely could. As he made his way into his private study I turned to go, inwardly groaning.

Sure, maybe I didn’t do anything other than homework, but that didn’t mean that I wanted to spend my evenings tutoring Scorpius Malfoy. The guy used more hair gel than anyone I’d ever seen. If that’s normal than I’m a total freak.

Do not comment.

“So library, seven o’clock then?”

I jumped a little. I had almost made my way out of the door when I turned to him. His grey eyes lingered on mine, waiting for an answer. After a few seconds I finally processed what he’d said and responded in the same drowning cat voice.

“Er—sure. Seven o’clock.”









A/N: So, just to clear a few things up! Her name is Rose Weasley and she's a sixth year chocolate obsessed Gryffindor. I so, so, so hope you liked this! I had a good time writing it:) Thanks for reading, and PLEASE review!





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