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Chapter 11 : xi.
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I could tell Albus knew something was wrong, and I could tell he knew I was freaked at what had happened three days ago. Something I was now easing my brain into forgetting. However that was specifically hard when, you know, I kept thinking about it.
“What the hell are you doing?” A very amused male voice asked from behind me.
I shriek a little in fright at his sudden appearance and then quickly grabbed his arm so he was hiding behind a book trolley with me, instead of standing in the middle of the library aisle.
“I’m hiding,” I say casually, like hiding behind a bunch of books on a trolley and spying at your boyfriend from across the room was something that simply happened all the time.
Scorpius, who knew my weirdness was something that happened on a regular basis, simply sat down the floor next to me and watched me for a few minutes. Even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could tell that he was trying hard not to laugh.
“Why are you hiding from your boyfriend?” He says offhandedly.
I shift my gaze from Albus and his friends studying - all though I can tell they aren’t really. Albus’s books have been opened to the same page for about fifteen minutes now - and look back at a smirking Scorpius.
“I’m not,” I say shortly.
“Right,” He says sarcastically, because it is obviously clear that’s what I am doing.
I turn back to Albus, who is now lying with his head on his crossed arms, sleeping.
“Are you two fighting?” He asks carefully and scrambles from his seated position and crouches beside me, peaking out a whole on the book shelf.
“No, not exactly,” I say moodily. I didn’t want to talk about this.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, clearly unable to read my mind.
He laughs at my bluntness - or maybe he was simply laughing at me. “Okay,” He says quietly as the librarian walks passed the other side of his book shelf, “but you do know that if you need someone to talk to, I’ll listen. I want even judge, I swear.” He holds up his hands and smiles.
I laugh, although I’m truly touched. “Thank you,” I say sincerely.
Scorpius clears his throat and clacks his tongue, “Well, I’m going to go now.” He announces.
“That’s probably a good idea. I felt like we were on the verge of inviting ourselves over for sleepovers and coming up with cute nicknames.” I tease.
“8 o’clock sound great.” He teases back. He stands up but before he leaves he gives me a serious look. “Are you seriously just going to wait here until he leaves?”
“Well yes.” I hadn’t really come up with any other plan. As soon as I had noticed Albus in the library, I ducked behind here. That was an hour and a half ago. “Unless you wanted to hel-“
Before I even have finish that sentence, Scorpius has rustled my hair, messing it up, and practically made a run for it, “See you later Bellakins,” He winks at me and exits the library.
I panic for a second, worried that Albus may have looked up at the commotion Scorpius made, but he’s still sleeping.
I’m going to be here forever.
Forever turned out to be half an hour.
Eventually Albus had to run off to Quidditch practice and his friends were eager to follow. As I stood my legs made cracking noises as my joints were extended, and I groaned from the cramps in my back. Never sit for two hours in a hunched up position, the result is not pretty.
I walk out of the library holding my aching back and limping slightly from the pins and needles in my feet. To anyone watching me, they would have thought I was trying to imitate an old person.
I eventually make it to the common room and flounce myself down on the couch, heedless to the skirt I was wearing.
“Where have you been?” Rose interrogates from the chair to the left of me. Before I left for the library, I told her I was only going to return a book, that was three hours ago.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumble into a pillow.
“You never want to talk about it.” She mutters so quietly, I’m not sure I’m even meant to hear her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I retort, sitting up so I can see her better.
Irritation is written all over her, “Exactly what it sounds like! You never talk to me anymore!”
I begin to respond by saying that I do indeed talk to her, but she cuts me off again, “Well, you talk to me but it’s never about anything personal. I mean, you didn’t even tell me about Aiden before you started dating. How long had you liked him before that? Huh? Did you even like him? I’m your bestfriend, how can you not tell me these things!”
I don’t think I’d ever seen Rose this worked up, not even the time Chloe accidentally spilt coffee all over her Care of Magical Creatures essay. Her eyes were wide and twitchy and her eyebrows were practically in her hairline. Her voice was raising with every second she talked, attracting the attention of the entire common room.
I accidentally caught the eye of Albus as he made his way through the portrait hole dressed in Quidditch clothes and sweat dripping from his forehead from whatever workout he’d just undergone.
“And Albus,” Rose cried hysterically. She pointed at him and he gave her a confused look. Clearly he had no idea what was happening here.
He stepped toward us and put a hand out toward Rose. “Rose what’re you-“
“I mean it’s clear to just about anyone that you are avoiding him.” You could literally here a pindrop in the room. My heart was clenched. How could she do this to me?
I looked to Albus, who had frozen about three feet away from us. His expression was pained.
“What was it this time Bella? What made you fuck up this time?” Her eyes blazed and for a second a thought I saw them flash with regret, but it was gone just as fast and she held her ground.
Her words sunk deep into me and tears welled up in my eyes. She had just said I was her bestfriend, yet, she’d do this to me? Embarrass me in front of the entire common room, what the hell was wrong with her?
“Fuck you Rose Weasley.” I spat in a low and malicious voice. “You say I don’t speak to you? Well, good, because this is the last time. I never want to speak to you again!”
I ran from the common room, not even caring about how lame and unthreatening that comeback was. Nevertheless, however lame and pathetic it was.
I meant every word.
I couldn’t really tell you how long I ran for, all I know is that I did. Eventually I ended up in an empty corridor with tears flooding down my face and my heart ripped out.
I fell the floor on my hands and knees and twisted myself around so I was leaning up against the wall with my head resting on my knees.
I cried my eyes dry until I was left with load, rough tearless sobs that seemed to overtake my body.
Author Note: Thanks for reading. Apologies for any mistakes, haven’t had time to edit yet :)
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