Okay so I guess it’s time to explain some things. I know most of you must have already guessed that it is me Rose Weasley who is telling this story but those of you who didn’t guess it was me well… now you know.
I am the daughter of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger who were part of the golden trio that banished Voldemort the most powerful dark wizard of all time.
I am two thirds of the golden trio.
Ha take that!
I have the brains of my mum, the quidditch talents of my dad… the potion book of the half blood prince from uncle harry, the love for books of my mum, the fiery red hair of the Weasley’s, bushy hair of mum, the horrible teeth of my mum, the chess talent of my dad, … and the fiery temper of my dad. Don’t misunderstand me I am not like my dad or mum.
No, I am worse.
I’m like a combination of Dad and Mum whne they have one of their rows.
And trust me when I say that mum and dad have REAL rows.
I use brackets and glasses.
I began using brackets in my third year. I also had to use glasses the same year because I watched too much muggle T.V and played to many video games. Mum insisted that she could fix both of my problems using magic, but dad said that it was better if I had it fix the muggle way.
I wanted to go to the kitchen to eat a huge piece of fred chicken when I overheard dad talking to grandpa Weasley in the living room. His exact words were this.
‘Dad I want Rosie to use those things, if she does no guy will try to take her virginity away. At least not some random guy, if a guy falls in love with her then it will be because he truly loves her.’ Said my dad.
‘Ronald I think you are being ridiculous glasses or brackets guys will still notices her!’ grandpa said.
‘Not if I can prevent it!’ he shouted.
Dad wanted me to use brackets and glasses so that no guy would hit on me.
Fuck you dad.
And you know what grandpa?
Dad was right.
So fuck you both.
Hey, it’s not like I despise my dad I really love him and grandpa too… but they can be weird sometimes.
Okay maybe too many times.
The bright side?
I put permanent green die on dad’s shampoo.
It didn’t come off for a whole year.
The worst? Everybody at school teased me for wearing them for like, A WHOLE YEAR!!!
Ah, the karma.
They stopped teasing me after James, Fred, Molly and Ted did something Hogwarts will never forget.
(I’ll tell you this story later)
Where was I?
Nothing could compare to Scorpius Malfoy.
Scorpius Malfoy was the worst jerk-coward- git I have ever met. Although all the girls in the school considered him the hottest guy in the school.
Those girls were blind! I mean Louis was the hottest guy in the school, even though he was only a 4th year. And there were the Scamander twins too, and Al, Ryan, Fred and well, I could go on with the list of the 20 hottest guys but that is not important, for now…
Why did every girl (except me) drool every time they saw Malfoy?
I will never know.
And I still couldn’t understand how Al was his best friend.
I mean Al was so gentle, sweet and cute. Even though he could be a oblivious-jerk some times, he was still lovable.
And then we have Malfoy who is narcissist, a git and a prat I had to admit he was intelligent though.
But not as much as me.
No one can beat the Granger brains!
Back to Al and Malfoy…
They have been best friends ever since Al had been sorted into Slytherin. They had classes together, they ate together…
Hell, I think they even slept together!
Malfoy always teased me, and no one in the Wotter family could help me.
You see, he was immune just because he was Al’s best friend. So it was up to ME to make Malfoy suffer.
You might wonder why I hate Malfoy so much.
Well, it’s because we have hated each other like this since we first met.
I remember he was being insulted by a girl and I helped him but, instead of thanking me he told me
- Who asked for your help? Filthy little blood traitor.
I tried getting along with him after that but he just kept insulting me. So I decided to hate him back too.
We have been like this for five years.
Dom said we looked like an old married couple.
Now that I think about it… everybody said the same.
In my second year Malfoy put Swelling Solution in my breakfast. I ended up looking like a huge tomato. And I didn’t play in the quidditch final. Gryffindor lost against Slytherin.
When I got brackets in my third year, the only thing he has done ever since then is to play pranks on me and remind me how bad I look in glasses.