Chapter 1 : How Chivalrous of You, Mr. Malfoy
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Well, actually, if I hadn’t played that stupid game of Truth or Dare with him and the gang I wouldn’t be in this mess. But he was the one that dared me to go on a blind date with a Slytherin.
You would think that I, Rose Weasley, would have known better that to pick ‘dare’ when my cousin picked me, but apparently I wouldn’t. And, on top of that, I apparently wouldn’t know better than to not swear to do whatever he asked, lest he reveal my secrets to the entire student body of Hogwarts. And, yes, knowing Albus, he would probably stand on top of the staff table one morning, magnifying his voice so that all could hear as he revealed my absurd crush on a certain boy in his house.
And my family thought that it would be James that they would have to worry about…
If they had only known how wrong they were.
Thus, my fear that Albus would tell my secrets to all of Hogwarts the next morning was what motivated me to meet him just outside of Madam Puddifoot’s on Valentine’s Day, of all days. As I approached, spotting my snotty cousin leaning against the building, his black hair unkempt and his emerald eyes sparkling with excitement, I fussed with my hair one last time before deciding it didn’t really matter.
I would just walk in, have tea with this boy for maybe an hour, and then walk out and rejoin Angie and Rachel – and maybe Andrew, too. So it didn’t matter if my bushy red hair decided to turn into an afro.
“Your hair looks fine,” Albus insisted as I reached him, stepping away from the brick wall. “Besides, I doubt he’ll care if it frizzes.”
“Speaking of him,” I started, still fighting the urge to mess with my hair, “Who is he?”
A malicious grin spread across Albus’ face as he replied cheerfully, “You’ll see soon enough, Rosie. He’s actually already inside, and he’s the only bloke sitting alone. You can’t possibly miss him among all the snogging couples.” Then he added, “Toodles!” before practically skipping away.
Yep, I’m going to kill him. I swear to Merlin…
I managed to quit fidgeting as I made my way around the building to the door, and took one deep breath before twisting the handle open and pushing my way inside. I was at first a little overwhelmed by all of the red, pink, and white Valentine’s decorations. Everything from ribbons to balloons to roses to cupcakes was red and pink and either already formed into the shape of hearts or covered in them. I literally gagged at the sight, and very nearly vomited when my eyes took in all of the snogging couples surrounding me.
But then, just as I was recovering from my nausea, my eyes flitted over to where a single person was sitting alone in one of the booths, and my stomach became a gymnast, flipping and cartwheeling uncomfortably in my gut. If I had still been gagging I probably would have gotten sick all over my shoes, but it was a good thing that I had managed to stop before my eyes flitted down from his blonde hair to his face, quickly scanning his facial features.
Albus had set me up on a blind date with Scorpius Malfoy! And I was DEFINITELY going to slit his throat in his sleep, now.
I froze, staring with my mouth ajar, contemplating my escape, when he looked up and spotted me standing there. He seemed to be just as surprised as I was, seeing as he had just taken a drink and had managed to lose it to his pants when his mouth fell open.
I saw him splutter my name at me, his icy eyes nearly twice their normal size, and then he seemed to realize he had soiled his pants and shouted something profoundly colorful as he began to search his robes for his wand. Then he said something else just as creative when he realized he had forgotten his wand. And I actually started to laugh at him.
Seriously, though? Who forgets their wand?!
My nerves, however, distorted my laugh into a strange cackle, but for some reason I couldn’t stop. Sure, it was humorous, but it wasn’t quite that funny, so it was over the top. But I couldn’t stop cackling, and I managed to attract the attention of several couples whom seemed to be offended that I had interrupted them mid-snog by the time I was done.
As I wiped the tears from my eyes, the woman running the shop approached me, looking down her long nose at me disapprovingly. “Unless you are meeting someone, miss, we don’t have any tables left. So you’ll have to wait.”
Remembering that I couldn’t just walk out on this date, or Albus would embarrass me to tears, I abruptly replied, “It’s fine, ma’am, I actually am meeting someone,” and managed to maneuver through the tables unscathed before she could say anything else. I stopped just short of the booth, and Malfoy surprised me by rising to his feet, staring at me oddly all the while. “What, are you just going to leave?” I asked, a tad offended by his scrutinizing gaze.
He collected himself then, seeming to have realized he had gotten to his feet. “No, I just thought…” Trailing off, he glanced down at his pants and took in the stain that was conveniently placed on his crotch and added, “Mother fucker!”
“That’s great,” I said, nonchalant, “I mean, that’s exactly what a girl would hope for – her date cursing angrily as they greet her – how chivalrous of you, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Oh shut up and sit down,” he said, his abnormally light blue eyes flashing.
I considered calling him a tart then, but just brought my brows together instead as I sat down, scooting to the center of the bench. After a moment, Malfoy joined me, and then the same obnoxious woman with the long nose seemed to apparate to the end of our table, considering how quickly she appeared, and asked me if I wanted anything.
“I’ll just have a butterbeer,” I said quickly, hoping to send her away before she felt the need to give me more of her attitude.
“We don’t serve butterbeer, miss,” she said, her tone positively dripping with condescension, “May I offer you some tea instead?”
I had to refrain from exclaiming ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE BUTTERBEER’ but managed to swallow hard and replied in a civilized manner, “Yes, yes – that’s fine,” waving my hand as if to shoo her away.
The woman gave me one last judging look before turning on her heel and stomping away. When she left I breathed a loud sigh of relief, forgetting that Malfoy was sitting immediately across from me, watching. With a glance in his direction, I saw him smirk at my sigh and, truly sounding offended now, I demanded, “What?”
“Nothing!” He exclaimed, his tone not unlike mine when he did, “Can a guy not smile without being questioned?”
I stared at him, and then I said, “That wasn’t a smile, Malfoy! That was a smirk. S-M-I-R-K!”
“I assure you I know how to spell, Weasley.”
The woman returned with my tea, then, but I ignored her presence as I spat, “Well at least I’m not stupid enough to wet myself, and then realize I forgot my wand of all things! I mean, how on earth did you manage to do that?!”
I expected him to retort angrily, making our conversation escalate into a row, but instead he infuriated me by calmly sipping his own drink. The whole time he kept his eyes trained on me, which made me feel rather uncomfortable as he studied me. He did this for so long that the woman who brought me my tea had the time to walk away and disappear again. Once she was gone, his gaze flitted down to the table in front of us and he removed his glass from his lips for only a moment, muttering, “Very carefully,” before continuing to drink from it, his eyes returning to my face.
I found myself really wishing I had some butterbeer. Honestly, a beverage with any amount of alcohol would do if it would help me to get through this ‘date’ with Malfoy. So I wasn’t really picky at the present moment.
Rolling my eyes, I took a sip from my own tea. I tried not to look at him, but it was hard not to when he was looking at me so fiercely. I mean, am I really that fascinating? I tried not to let my nerves get too out of control as well, but it was hard as I thought about what he was seeing – a nervous girl with the signature Weasley red hair, blue eyes, and freckles splashed from cheek-to-cheek. My friends had told me on a few occasions that they were jealous of me because I was adorable, but I probably looked anything but at the moment.
It was kind of a joke though, what they had said, at least to me…
Because, of all things, they had said I was adorable. Adorable. Quite frankly, I would have preferred sexy or gorgeous over adorable, but I didn’t think I was any of those things. I had also been told that I looked remarkably like my mother, just colored differently, but I didn’t see that either. My mum was a beautiful woman, even in her forties. But, if anything, I was just average.
Adopting his usual tone of arrogance, he said, “You know, it might be better for the both of us if you stopped glaring at me, Rose.”
I fumed silently, my brows furrowing and my mouth opening, ready to spit out carefully formed insults at him. However, all I managed to come up with was, “I think it would be better if you just kept your stupid, arrogant pie-hole shut, Scorpy.”
Then his eyes left my face as he lazily rolled his eyes around in a large circle. Seeming to completely ignore what I said, he took a moment to regain his composure and calmly say, “You know, I really don’t like this place, would you like to go somewhere else instead? I bet Zonko’s would be a good idea – you seem like you could use some chocolate,” he finished with his eyes on me again, challenging me.
Okay, that was it; I was going to kill him.
And I was MOST CERTAINLY going to kill my cousin, too!
I scoffed loudly, my face contorted into an outraged snarl, and I began to get to my feet. He rose from the bench, too, but not before I could throw the full cup of steaming tea at him. He shouted, “Ow – Rose! That was HOT!” even as I began to fight my way back out of Madam Puddifoot’s, knocking over chairs and Valentine’s decorations and disturbing the snogging couples once again as I went.
I soon found myself swinging the door open, which slammed violently behind me once I had stepped back out into the snow. But I heard the door burst open and someone run after me, shouting, “Wait! Rose, wait! I didn’t mean it, Rose! I’m sorry!”
Stopping in my tracks, I whipped around and threw the empty teacup I still had clenched in my hand at him, which shattered into a million tiny fragments as it missed his head by inches, crashing into one of the light posts that lined the streets of Hogsmeade. Then, without so much as another word, I turned around once again and continued to stalk off down the road, not necessarily caring where I ended up.
But, to my surprise and dismay, Malfoy continued to follow me, still shouting at me and gaining on me by the second.
When he was almost close enough to reach out and stop me, I turned around and pulled my wand from my pocket at the same time. He froze as I aimed it at his throat, throwing his hands up in surrender hardly moments before I hissed, “Stop – following – me.”
“Look, Rose, I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a stupid joke.”
I stuck the tip of my wand into his throat then, silencing him, and kept it there for so long that passersby began to truly take notice. In fact, some of the people around stopped to watch, keeping a healthy distance from the two of us.
“You know, you probably shouldn’t chase after someone when you don’t even have your wand on you,” I finally said as I slowly lowered my wand and put it back into my pocket. “And why in the name of Merlin are you following me? You don’t like me, remember?”
“Well, that’s not entirely true –“
“Malfoy,” I cut across him, starting to walk down the road again, “You set my cat on fire last week, don’t try to tell me it’s not true.”
“Those weren’t even real flames, Weasley!” He said loudly, fighting to keep from smirking, “Get over it already!”
I turned to scream, “IT’S ONLY BEEN A WEEK, YOU STUPID GIT!”
“Yes, but I apologized! Didn’t I?”
Stopping momentarily, I gaped, remembering that he had, in fact, apologized. He had actually chased me almost all the way up to Gryffindor Tower as he did. “I – YOU – THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” I shouted as I continued walking.
“Then what is?”
“I DON’T KNOW!” I exclaimed before adding, “The point is WHY in the name of MERLIN are you still FOLLOWING me?!”
“BECAUSE I HAVE TO!” He shouted before clapping his hand over his own mouth.
I took one more deliberate step before turning around to face him, “What do you mean you have to?”
Malfoy looked like he could have set himself on fire for a change. And I would have been pleased to watch him do so, but I was too hacked off to find anything funny at the moment. Just as I was about to threaten hexing him again, he finally admitted, “I made a bet with Albus.”
“What do you mean you made a bet with Albus?” I seethed through my teeth.
“Well,” he looked uncomfortable, especially considering the fact that it looked like his wet clothing was beginning to freeze, “Albus bet me that this date wouldn’t last an hour.”
“Are you saying that you knew you were going on a date with me?”
“No,” Malfoy said pointedly, seeming to shiver as a powerful breeze came whistling through, “No, I didn’t know it was going to be you. If I had, then –“
He shook his head, avoiding my eyes, “I don’t know – it doesn’t matter anyway. The point is that it’s only been twenty minutes and I can’t lose this bet to your cousin.”
I smirked after about a minute and asked him slyly, “Why can’t you lose the bet?”
“Because I just can’t, Rose,” he repeated, looking up at me again, “I know he’s your cousin and you despise me, but I could really use your help. Please.”
Damn it, I thought, frowning, why does he have to sound so helpless and be so cute – Wait, WHAT? Cute? CUTE!? SNAP OUT OF IT, ROSE, THIS IS MALFOY WE’RE TALKING ABOUT! MALFOY AND CUTE DON’T BELONG IN THE SAME SENTENCE!
“I can make it up to you, if you do,” he offered, his teeth starting to chatter as another breeze came through.
Laughing, I asked incredulously, “And how, exactly, could you help me?”
“I could write your essays for the remainder of the year.”
I snorted, “I’m in the top of the class, Malfoy, no chance.”
“Well there must be something!” he suddenly shouted, throwing his hands into the air, leaving it open for me to decide.
To be entirely honest, I couldn’t think of anything. After a few seconds I abandoned the idea and decided to ask something else… “What will happen if Albus loses the bet?”
A/N: Okay, so this is something new. I’ve always wanted to write a Rose/Scorpius fic and when I saw soapman333’s challenge on the forums it seemed to HIT ME like that teacup hit the lamp post...
And, yes, the date will continue to the next chapter. I haven’t written it yet so I don’t know yet, but I don’t think it will get much better. They might manage to get along a bit better, but I wouldn’t really count on the date getting better. If anything, it will probably just get worse… but I guess we will see.
Until then, review please! ^.^
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