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Chapter 20 : Waking Up
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My eyes were open but nothing made sense, nothing in focus. Outlines of people rushed around me, sparks flying, and people yelling. I tried to open my mouth, tried to speak, but I couldn't feel my lips. I couldn't feel anything. I was numb. I was floating.
And then I was falling into darkness once more.
I was floating in blackness, it blanketed me, keeping me from the outside world. And then a pin prick of light was visible, growing bigger. The silence that I hadn't noticed was suddenly broken and I could hear the murmur of voices, though I couldn't decipher what they were saying.
The pin prick of light was a quarter now. Now a fist. Now a Quaffle. And now... I opened my eyes.
“Rose.” My mother's hysteric voice was the first discernible sound I heard.
I didn't answer her though, I was too busy taking in the room around me. The walls were a blank white, with no windows. An vacant portrait with only a blue background hung on one wall, empty of the person in it. I was lying on a long and skinny white bed, the sheets tucked tight into the sides. My mother sat on my left, my father at her side. I glanced to my other side and met Ryan and Hugo's anxious eyes.
“Where am I?” I asked, my mind reeling as I tried to figure out where I was.
My mother's brow furrowed a little with concern and she turned to my dad, looking at him pleadingly.
He cleared his throat a little before looking up at me sombrely. “You're in St. Mungo's, darling. In the Muggle Ailments Department.”
“Right.” I nodded. So I was in the hospital, in the Muggle related injuries section. At least I know I didn't accidentally curse myself or something stupid like that. “And why am I here?”
“You don't remember?” My mother said softly, surprise in her voice.
I started to shake my head. And then it all came rushing back, you could almost here the pop, as it all rushed into my head. The deer. The car. Losing control. The wall. And...
Scorpius. Scorpius. Scorpius. SCORPIUS!
My breathing hitched and then accelerated, I clutched at the blankets, and I felt the sting of tears, then the warmth as they rushed down my cheeks. I whipped my head back and forth, no! I would not believe it! Scorpius couldn't be dead. No, it couldn't be true! But my gut twisted like a knife had been stuck in it, and my insides felt like they were screaming.
I was vaguely aware of my father going rigid in his chair, and my mother frozen in the middle of reaching out to me. Ripping my eyes from their dumbstruck expressions, I turned away only to meet my brother's gaping face.
“No!” I gasped out, hot tears still running down my face. “I killed him! This is all my fault! Scorpius!”
I felt a pair of hands come down on my shoulders, and they shook me.
“Rose!” Ryan's sharp voice broke through my mental agony. “Rose, look at me!”
I just shook my head, my breath coming out in gasps and I writhed against her hands, tangling my legs in the blankets, ripping them from under the bed.
“Rose, Goddammit, look at me!” Her voice was harsher than I'd ever heard it, and I ceased my thrashing, stopping and looking directly into her eyes, panting slightly, a river of tears still pouring down my face.
“He's not dead.” Her voice rang sharp and clear, and I felt my breath hitch again.
Silence filled the room as my mind struggled to process this.
“He's.... alive?” My voice was cracked and strained, barely a whimper.
“Yes.” She nodded, and smiled at me, almost smirking.
Relief crashed over my body, and I sagged into the soft pillows behind me.
Just like before his name rang through my head, but in a totally different way. Before I screamed it agonizingly over and over, but now his name rang out in my head, in time with my breathing, like a rainstorm after a long drought. Scorpius. Scorpius. Scorpius. He was alive.
“Rose, why are you so worried about Scorpius?” My dad's suspicious voice broke through my mental relief.
“I- Um...” I stuttered, trying to find an excuse, there was no way I was telling my Dad how I felt about Scorpius.
“Obviously, she felt guilty, Dad.” Hugo cut in, saving me from my father. “I mean, she thought she killed him!”
My Dad looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess I never thought of it like that, I'd feel pretty terrible if I thought I'd killed someone, even if it was a Malfoy.”
“Ronald!” My Mum scolded my father as I shot Hugo a grateful look, which he grinned mischievously back at. I'd probably have to do his chores at some point but it was worth it. I glanced at Ryan, and she smiled sweetly at me, taking my hand and squeezing it a little.
“So, how do you feel, Rose?” She asked, concern colouring her smile.
“I-” I was cut off from answering by a Healer walking into the room.
She looked young, maybe late twenties, with blonde hair twisted into a knot on top of her head and kind brown eyes. She smiled at me when she saw me awake and sitting up.
“Good, the Sleeping Potion's worn off. I'm your Healer, Healer Grelling.” She grabbed a clip board off the table beside my bed and glanced down at it. “Well, Miss Weasley, I have to hand it to you, you had quite the accident.”
I flushed, cheeks burning and looked down.
“Yeah.” I mumbled.
“It happens to everyone.” She said reassuringly, and I smiled a little at her. “You did have a broken leg, as well as a large gash on your head, slight head trauma and multiple cuts and bruises, but you're all healed up now. You may have a headache for the next couple of days, but I'll prescribe some pain potion for you.”
“So I'm free to go?” I asked, anxiously. “I don't have a concussion or anything?”
“No, actually you don't, it seems your friend took the brunt of the blow when you went through the windshield. And yes, you may go home, just be careful for the next week or so, and make sure you rest lots.” She turned to my parents. “Now, if you'll just follow me, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, there is some paperwork you'll have to fill out.”
I watched as my parents left followed by Hugo, who wanted to tell the rest of the family in the waiting room that I was awake and okay. I turned to Ryan who smiled and rolled her eyes a little at me.
“Well, Rosie,” she shook her head and smiled, “what are we going to do with you?”
I rolled my eyes back at her, and snickered, before turning serious. “What happened after I fainted? And what time is it?” I glanced around for a clock. It's face read twelve o'clock. “How long was I out?”
“After you fainted, we brought you and Scorpius here. You seemed semi-conscious when they were healing you, you kept on muttering Scorpius's name.” She smirked at me, and I flushed again. “After that they gave you some Sleeping Potion and told us you'd be awake tomorrow and to go home.”
“Oh.” I said, I didn't remember being awake at all. “And Scorpius? What happened to him?”
“Well, like Healer Grelling said, he took the brunt of the blow, so he was a little worse off. As far as I know, he had a severe concussion, a dislocated shoulder and some pretty bad cuts from the windshield.”
“But he's okay, right?” I asked, a little alarmed, his injuries sounded bad.
“Of course, the Healers took care of him in like five minutes. He couldn't go to sleep cause of the concussion, but it's been twenty four hours now, he should be asleep. And speaking of, you were asleep for about twenty five hours.”
“Twenty five hours?!” I exclaimed, shocked.
She nodded, shrugging her shoulders. “They said you needed a lot of time to recuperate. It's not like you missed anything though.”
I nodded. “True.”
She smiled, and stood up. “I'll let you get changed, I brought some clothes from the house.” She handed me a pair of blue jeans and a white, spaghetti-strapped tank top. “I'll be in the hall.”
I let the door swing shut behind me as I walked out of Rose's room at the hospital. I paused, glancing down the hallway that led to the waiting room filled with the Weasley family and the Potters. I really didn't feel like dealing with people right now, so I turned the other way, walking down a short stretch of hallway.
I stopped walking after a minute and leaned up against the wall of the door-less corridor. A big window stood in front of me, and though I knew it was just a magic illusion, I looked out it, studying the greyish clouds .
I couldn't believe Rose and Scorpius had been in a car accident. When we first heard the crash, I nearly screamed, it was so loud. I knew as soon as I heard it that something was very wrong. Seeing her faint, seeing her covered in blood and lifeless had been one of the most frightening things in my life.
And how she must have been feeling! I mean, she thought she killed Scorpius! I couldn't imagine the guilt I'd feel if it had been me and Al in that crash.
Al. The name still stung like a paper cut. I banged my head back against the wall, and I could feel the tears coming up again. This accident had made me so upset, thinking about Al was just icing on the cake. I wanted him back so badly, but he refused to even look at me, to hear me out.
As if summoned by my thoughts, he came walking around the corner. I stiffened, as did he a few feet away from me.
“Albus-” I didn't get whatever I was going to say out because the next moment a blazing look went into his eyes, and he strode forward, and pressed me against the wall, his lips crushing mine.
I gasped a little against him, but got over the shock and kissed him back fiercely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clutching him closer as his hands went to my waist, holding me tightly. I felt my tears from before spill over my eyes, and they ran down my cheeks. We kept kissing, both of us clinging to each other as if we needed each other to breathe until we finally broke apart, both of us panting and out of breath.
His eyes locked mine, holding me in his blazing emerald gaze. “I am the world's biggest prat. Please take me back, please forgive me.” His voice sounded so heartbroken, so pleading.
“No, Albus, it's me who needs to apologize!” I protested, my voice meeker than his as tears still fell down my cheeks. “I should never have said those things!”
“No, Ryan, you were right.” He leaned his forehead against mine, and smiled a little sheepishly. “You had every right to say what you said, I mean who knows what will happen down the road, all I know is that I want you now.”
He pressed his lips to mine again, though softer this time and I felt the familiar butterflies flutter around in my stomach.
“So, please,” he said, breaking the kiss, “please, say you'll take this idiot back.”
I beamed up at him. “Of course.”
He sighed in relief and pressed his lips onto my forehead before nuzzling his head into my neck. We stood in blissful silence for a moment.
I felt his lips brush my neck, and his voice came out broken and intense. “Merlin, if it had been you in that car... I don't know what I'd do if you were the one hurt....” He trailed off, and we stood in weighted silence for several more moments.
“Ryan?” His voice was soft now, nothing compared to it's intensity before, and he lifted his head, his green eyes searching mine. “I- I think I love you.”
Mt stomach dropped. The butterflies went on overdrive. And my mouth fell open a bit in a way I'm sure made me look like an idiot. Mentally shaking myself, I focused back on Albus's reddening face.
“Oh, you think so?” I teased, giggling a little.
He turned redder still, looked down, mumbling something under his breath.
“Well, in that case, I think I love you too.” I smiled at him, and his head shot up, happiness written all over it.
“Glad we understand each other.” He smirked down at me, before softly pressing his lips to mine again.
He looked so peaceful. None of the anger or hurt I'd been seeing on his face lately was there, his face was simply blank and innocent.
Even now, I could never really get over just how good looking Scorpius was. His platinum blonde hair was short, but over grown a little, falling over his forehead though not quite reaching his eyes and sticking up in all directions. His skin looked whiter than usual, though that was probably from the blood loss, but still he looked like an angel.
I huffed a little at his perfection after a car accident (I looked a mess) and he stirred. I froze in my position against the wall, leaned up against it, arms folded. I took a quiet and hesitant step towards the door, my eyes glued to him, and his eyes flew open.
“Rose?” He croaked, looking at me confusedly, and sitting up.
“Um, hi.” I waved awkwardly to him, then let my arm fall down.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice suddenly urgent.
I almost glared at him. “Should I be the one asking you that? I mean, I almost killed you a little over a day ago!”
“Rose, there was nothing you could do.” He protested, sounding like an teacher trying to reason with a particularly stubborn student. “The deer came out of nowhere, there was ice on the road, and...” He trailed off.
“And what?” I asked, cocking my head to the side and looking at him curiously.
“If anything, the crash was my fault.” His voice was strong at first but it broke on the last word. He buried his head in his hands, and his next words came out in a strangled whisper. “It was all my fault.”
I took a few steps forward, and practically fell into the chair beside his bed.
“How was it your fault?” I asked, incredulously.
“I was distracting you, I started asking you questions, I made you take your eyes off the road.” He groaned, head still in his hands.
“Scorpius, I'm the one who chose to look at you and forget about the road. This crash was my fault!” I could feel tears rising up again, stinging my eyes. “I almost killed you!”
“No, Rose, don't you see?!” He looked at me now, pleadingly. “It was my fault we went through the window! I taunted you into not wearing your bloody seat belt, and that's the reason we went through! That's the reason you're hurt! Because of me.”
I buried my face in my hands, tears streaming heavily down my cheeks, how could he not see this was all my fault. All my fault he was almost dead. Shouldn't he hate me?
“Scorpius,” I started, my voice muffled because my head was still in my hands. “Please-” He cut me off.
“Rose, you have to forgive me.” He begged, grey eyes boring into mine, in a voice that was both broken and demanding.
My head snapped up at this; I was a little shocked at this emotional side of Scorpius. I was so used to the angry Scorpius or the arrogant Scorpius.
“What am I forgiving you for?” I asked, my voice soft, and I subconsciously reached up and wiped the tears from my face.
“Everything.” He whispered. “Almost killing you in the car crash, not telling you about me and Dom, calling you those horrible names, and, Merlin, worst of all, pretending that I don't love you.”
My breathing seemed to stop in that moment, and I simply stared at him. Could this really be happening?
He took a deep breath. "Rose, I love you. Do you love me?"
“Rose?” he probed, looking at me a little worriedly.
The door swung open, cutting me off. My mother stood in the doorway.
“Rose, are you coming?” She asked, her expression clueless as to what she had just interrupted. Oh, just love proclamations from a Malfoy to your only daughter, nothing major. I almost snorted.
My mother's expression darkened. “Your parents told Albus that they wanted you to spend the night at theirs. You're welcome to come back to the Potter's in the morning.”
Scorpius nodded once. “Right, thanks, Mrs. Weasley.”
My Mum nodded and turned to me. “Come on, Rosie.”
I had no choice but to get up. “Um- Bye.”
My eyes caught his for a fleeting second, as I moved away. Then my Mum slipped her arm around my shoulder, guiding me away from Scorpius, and out into the empty hallway. The door swung shut with a dull thud behind us.
I could hear the raised voices even as we approached what I assumed was the entrance of the waiting room. I could make out my father's voice, but the other was unfamiliar.
My mother seemed to brace herself as she removed her arm from around my shoulder and pushed open the wood door.
I quickly glanced around, taking in the scene. My father and a tall, blonde haired man stood in the middle of the room, both of their faces red with anger, while Harry and a beautiful, dark haired women I didn't know stood off to the side and appeared to be trying to break up the fight. Aunt Ginny was leaning up against the wall behind them, her hand pinching the bridge of her nose, while Lily and Hugo sat beside her, staring wide eyed at the argument. I could see my Nana Molly and Grandpa Arthur sitting in the corner, bickering and gesturing wildly at the my dad and the blonde man, whom I assumed was Draco Malfoy.
My first impression of Draco Malfoy was one of grandeur and power. He wore black and grey robes, and stood at the same height as my freakishly tall dad. His blonde hair was slicked back, though greying and receding slightly in some parts. I'd seen him before, at King's Cross Station, but never had I seen him this angry.
“How dare you accuse Scorpius of this?” He roared. “It wasn't his fault!”
My dad started to reply angrily but Harry cut him off.
“Ron, if it was anyone's fault, it's mine.” So like the Chosen One, always taking the blame. “I should never have left the kids out there, I should have drove them back first, it was my fault.”
My dad rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Harry, you can't take the blame for everything, this is Malfoy's fault!”
“And just what makes you suspect that?” Draco spat at my father, his face rising to the colour of my hair.
“Rose is a smart girl! She'd never do something to cause something like this, it must have been something your son did!” Spit flew from his mouth, and the way he said son made it sound like an insult.
“Dad.” My voice cut through the argument, and both men whipped around, apparently our entrance had went unnoticed. “This crash was my fault, don't blame Scorpius for it.”
The sneer that Mean Scorpius usually had on his face was now on Draco's. “See she admits it,Weasley.”
“Doesn't prove a damn thing, Malfoy.” My dad hissed back, and with one final parting sneer, Draco swept out of the room, pulling the dark haired women along with him.
I shook my head at my furious father and strode angrily towards him.
“What the hell do you think you're doing, Dad?” I could feel my face turning red with anger, probably matching my father's. “The car crash was my fault, so don't you dare go blaming Scorpius about it!”
I glared murderously up at him and watched as the anger seemed to drain from his face.
“I know, Rosie, it's just....” He trailed off before throwing his arms around me and crushing me to his chest. “You could have died, Rose!”
“I know, Dad.” I murmured into his chest, and wrapped my arms around him. “But I didn't.”
I heard footsteps approaching and a hand gently touched my shoulder.
“You really scared us, Rose.” My mother's soft voice said.
I pulled back from my father and smiled up at her. “I know, Mum. Now, please, can we go home?”
Though I'd never Apparated myself, I'd heard a ton of times from Uncle Harry that it was really annoying. But in my books, Flooing was the worst way of travelling ever invented. I detested the feeling of spinning and all the different fireplaces flashing by gave me a headache. Also, there was an incident when I was eleven involving the wrong fireplace and a crazy Scottish man... But I'd rather not get into that story.
I stumbled out of the stone fireplace, falling forwards but a pair of strong arms caught me before I could hit the hardwood floor.
“Rose!” The anxious voice of my cousin exclaimed as he helped me up.
“James!” I grinned widely up at him, and threw myself at him. “I've missed you!”
“I missed you too!” I cried, squeezing me around the waist. “But there's no need to be getting into car crashes just to get my attention, Rosie.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled as I pulled away from him. Same, old James. He was a Chaser for the Chudley Cannons, so I almost never got to see him anymore. We hadn't expected to see him for another three days, on Christmas Eve.
“Are you just going to ignore the rest of us?” Another voice complained from behind me and I peered around James' shoulder to see Teddy, Victoire, Dom, and to my surprise, Grayson. The rest of the house looked dark and empty.
“Teddy!” I shrieked, and launched myself at him. Teddy was also someone I hadn't seen for quite some time. He was an Auror, along with Victoire, and the Ministry had placed him in Wales for the time being. “Are you back?!”
Teddy nodded excitedly into my shoulder. “Yepp, the Ministry decided they could do without me in Wales, and transferred me back here. Me and Vic are looking for a house now!”
I beamed at him, and pulled away, before slapping him in the back of the head.
“Ouch!” He rubbed the spot I'd hit. “What was that for?”
“For not writing more, you prat.” I said and stuck my tongue out at him.
He rolled his eyes.
“Language, Rosie.” Victoire laughed, winking at me. “Sorry, he hasn't been writing more, I've been keeping him pretty busy.”
“Ew, Vic! I do not want to hear about your sex life!” Dom screeched, putting her hands over her ears and glaring at her sister before turning to me. “And Rose! Merlin, you look terrible, have I taught you nothing?!”
Teddy, James and Victoire bust out laughing, and I rolled my eyes again. Eye rolling was a common occurrence with my family.
“I was almost killed and you're worried about my appearance?” I asked incredulously.
“Yepp!” She chirped, but leaned forward and hugged me. “I am glad you're okay though.”
I smiled at her before turning away. “Grayson, why are you here?”
“I-Er-I....” He spluttered, looking around the room.
I laughed and walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. “Just kidding, Gray.”
“You're an annoying little ginger.” He muttered, before squeezing me tight.
I giggled and hit him in the back off the head, but hugged him fiercely back.
“I missed you!” I said, my voice muffled against his shoulder.
He chuckled. “I missed you too, Ro.” Then his voice got serious. “I'm so glad you're safe.”
He pulled back a little and kissed me on the cheek, the soft brush of lips causing me to burn bright red. I heard the fire erupt behind me as I stepped away from Grayson, smiling up at him.
“Hands off the sister, Thomas.” Hugo's voice said sternly from behind me.
I rolled my eyes, but laughed and punched Hugo in the arm.
“Come on, Hughie.” I said, grabbing his and Grayson's arms and dragging them to the kitchen.
Things continued like I assumed they would; my Mum gushed over how worried she was, Uncle Harry and Teddy kept joking that I may be an even worse driver than my dad, and I was stuffed with food by Aunt Ginny, who was convinced all of it would help me get better. Grayson stayed for dinner but left soon after, probably nervous around the amount of crazy Potter/Weasleys. Pretty soon, I was closing the door to mine and Ryan's bedroom and flopping down next to her.
“Merlin, I'm sore! Remind me to never get in a car crash again!” I complained, and I heard Ryan snort.
“Will do, Rose.”
“So,” I asked casually, “when were you planning on telling me you and Al were back together?”
She shot up and glared down at me before sighing and lying back down.
“How did you know?” She groaned.
“Well, you two were both conveniently missing at the hospital, and when you came back you were both beaming and looking slightly dishevelled.” I waggled my eyebrows at her, and counted another reason off my fingers. “And you two have been grinning at each other all night!”
“I should have known you'd figure it out.” She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair.
“Of course, I would, I'm magic!” I said sarcastically and she snorted again.
“And you and Scorpius?” She probed.
Now it was my turn to sigh. “He apologized. For everything.” I paused. "And he said he loved me."
“My mum walked in.”
“Ah,” she said, “romantic.”
It was quiet for a moment before I decided to break the silence.
“He told me he loved me after the crash too. Right before he fainted.” My voice was quiet, and I heard Ryan's sharp intake of breath.
“And you said it back.” It wasn't a question, Ryan knew me too well.
“Yes.” I said, rolling over and burying my head in the pillows.
Silence filled the room for a moment until, once again, Ryan snorted.
“You were wrong before, Rose.” She giggled, her voice shaking with laughter. “Your life is a fucking romance novel.”
I sat up, and grinned wickedly at her, before slamming a pillow into her face.
Hitting her once more for good measure with the pillow, I stood up and grabbed my bag. I needed a shower.
My hair was still wet against my cheeks, as I rolled over in my bed, clutching the covers closer to my chest. I could feel the damp curls splayed out over the pillow. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked around the room. The numbers on my clock glowed red, showing 1:37 am.
I rubbed a hand over my eyes and sat up, looking at the bed next to me. It was empty, Ryan must off, doing Merlin knows what, with Albus. I smirked, and was about to lie back down, when I heard a click.
The knob of the French door of the balcony was turning. I fumbled for my wand, pointing it with shaking hands at the door. It opened a crack, moonlight spilling into the room and blinding me for a moment.
I blinked rapidly, trying to see who had opened the door. I couldn't make out who, but someone was standing in the doorway.
“You look cute when your hair's all messy.”
I rolled my eyes, and lowered my wand.
“Was it really necessary to scare the crap out of me?” I asked, groaning slightly.
He chuckled, and then his face grew serious. “I think it's time we talked, Rose.”
A/N: Yay! They're both fine! You guys didn't actually think I'd kill him, did you? Silly truffles :) So so sorry about the long wait on last chapter, it got rejected twice! Oops. THANK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT REVIEWED LAST CHAPTER! My mouth fell open when I saw all of them. Not kidding. Feel free to try to make it drop open again but reviewing more! PLEASSSE! Takes two seconds! And thanks to all the readers, 7400+ reads :D Ahhhhhh! So hope you liked this chapter, read and review, love you all xoxo.
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