Chapter 10 : I'm a hand-licking Pyschopath
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A pounding headache had snuck up on me as I tossed and turned beneath the covers. I had been attempting to sleep for at least an hour, but Lily had been preying on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about what a bad friend and cousin I had been to her. I had barely seen or spoken to her since school started, and instead of walking away like she should have done earlier, she stayed with me.
I decided then that I would make it up to her somehow in the morning. I planted my face in my pillow to see if I could get to sleep that way. I ended up half suffocating.
After that near-death experience, I sat up and stared wide eyed into the gloom until my eyes refocused. Everyone had come back so silently when I was trying to sleep that I had noticed. I sighed as another thought came to me—I could still talk to Scorpius.
How could I forget?
I glanced at my clock, hoping I wasn’t too late. It was almost one in the morning. I groaned but swung my legs over the side of my bed anyway. It was possible he was still there. With James. Without James. I don’t know. All I know is that if I don’t get to the room of requirement soon, I’ll lose my chance, and he won’t want to speak to me again.
I didn’t bother changing or putting shoes or a dressing gown on, and just trudged down to the common room in my pyjamas. I nodded my head in acknowledgement to Lorcan and Lysander Scamander who were huddled over something that looked suspiciously like a dragons egg.
Probably got it off Hagrid.
But Merlin help us when it hatches.
I stumbled out the portrait hole and sped off towards the room of requirement. I was walking faster in the anticipation that Scorpius would still be there, but as I rounded the corner, I saw nobody. I tried not to let myself tear up for the millionth time that day, and slid down the wall opposite the room of requirement.
A loud rumbling sound reverberated around the hall, and I looked around with fright for the source of the noise before realising it was my stomach. I looked down as it gurgled unpleasantly. It was oly then I realised how hungry I was, having not eaten anything for dinner.
I got up and ambled off in the direction of the kitchens. I spent my time in there, talking to Taut, listening to her woes about how she was teased by other house elves for having such a strange name—But most of all, I just sat there, practically inhaling tub after tub of ice cream. After finishing off my third tub in record time, I decided to call it a night (morning, whatever) and head back to the tower.
I was just walking past the statue of a phoenix (dedicated in memory of Fawkes, who was still out there somewhere in the grounds), when a hand shot out from behind it, clamping over my mouth just as I began to scream. It came out muffled and strangled as I thrashed against the vice-like grip. I tried to bite my Captor, but their hand was clenched firmly over my Jaw, and I think I just ended up feebly licking them.
So not only am I being kidnapped, but my kidnapper thinks I’m a hand licking psychopath.
Which I’m not.
I heard my Captor chuckle—they were definitely a man, but his evil laugh needed some working on.
What the hell, brain? You’re meant to be helping me escape, not evaluating an evil person’s evil laugh. I shook myself as the hold on my mouth lessened. I managed to let a scream ring out before an arm covered my mouth instead.
I groaned inwardly and peered at the sleeve, trying to withhold the panic that was slowly creeping up on me.
Then my stomach churned unpleasantly.
They were student robes. With a Gryffindor crest. Meaning I most probably knew my Captor. Meaning I’d been betrayed.
Just as that thought ran through my mind, I felt a cloth being wound around my head.
Fantastic. I did have an inch of hope left that this was all some joke, but if it were a joke, I’d have been free by now and I wouldn’t be blindfolded.
Then my Captor shifted, covering my mouth with their hand again. I didn’t bother struggling this time. I didn’t see the point—If I hadn’t gotten away before, I was hardly going to get away now. My Captor placed their spare hand on my shoulder and steered me away.
I walked obediently where they led me. Perhaps if I was good and cooperated, they’d let me go unscathed.
I walked unknowingly back in the direction of the kitchens. No, it’s the Great Hall. The Entrance Hall? Ugh I just don’t know.
“Stay here, don’t move.” I was commanded. I nodded quickly, too terrified to disagree. They took their hands away and I heard them pacing behind me. I tried to figure out who they were from their voice before they came back to my side and pushed me gently through a door.
They whipped the blindfold off and I blinked in the darkness, only seeing the faint outlines and silhouettes of objects.
M Captor walked forwards quickly before I got a glimpse of their face. They hurry up to a porcelain sort of dish which I recognise to be a penseive. As I squint around me, I see the room is full of them—Yet I’d never seen a room like this before. I wispy but stringy blue light is extracted from my Captors mind. It illuminated the back of his head, and then he covered the light with his hand so it didn’t show his face, and dropped it carefully into the penseive.
He then skirted round the side walls, immersed in shadows and darkness. I lost sight of them completely until I sensed their presence directly behind me. I tensed as I felt them come closer until they pushed me slightly towards the penseive. I watched entranced as the contents swirled before my eyes.
At that moment I felt hands roughly shove me into the penseive—But instead of being greeted by cold water, I found myself falling head first. I screamed properly for the first time since being captured. I seemed to fall forever, then I saw the grassy earth speeding towards me faster than even the knight bus could go. But before I could even contemplate this, I slow down, so instead of splattering on the ground, I landed softly on my knees.
I picked myself up lightly, feeling dazed, and brushed the grass and dirt from my legs. I peered round at my surroundings and found myself on the grounds of Hogwarts. As I scan the area a little way ahead of me, I realise this is the day Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrived.
I saw the rest of the Hogwartians (don’t judge me) huddled together like penguins, either gazing eagerly into the sky or watching the lake like hawks.
I approached the crowds cautiously, knowing that they couldn’t see me, but wondering why the bloody hell I’d been sent here. I spotted Alice, Frankie, Scorpius and myself almost immediately, and so I dragged myself over to them. For the sake of my sanity, I decided to call the Old me Rosie.
Rosie jabbered away animatedly to the others until Alice’s face suddenly turned dark and she barked something before flouncing off. I saw Rosie and Frankie shrug before Rosie bounded off towards Hagrid. As soon as Rosie left, I decided to go and stand by Frankie so I’d be able to see both him and Scorpius at the same time.
“So you don’t know what’s wrong with her?” Scorpius asked anxiously.
Frankie shook his head, “No, like I said, she won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“Hopefully just PMSing.” Scorpius said jokily, but the worry is evident in his voice. Frankie seemed to pick up on this.
“Don’t worry, I know Alice. She’s strong, she’ll pull through whatever’s wrong with her.”
I laughed, now having a good idea of what was wrong with Alice.
Scorpius nodded slowly, but didn’t look too convinced. He ran his hands through his hair before turning to a reporter who suddenly appeared.
“Davie Clarks, reporter for the Daily Profit.” He said pompously, shaking Scorpius and Frankie’s hands vigorously, “Absolute pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh, uh thanks, I think. I’m Sc—“ Scorpius said awkwardly, but was stopped short.
“No, no, I already know who you two are.” He turned to face a bewildered Frankie, “Frank Longbottom—glad to finally meet you in person at last. But where is your sister?” He asked, then continued without an answer, facing Scorpius, “Scorpius Malfoy. Well well well, glad to have lost that death eater image, eh?” He laughed heartily, slapping his knee and everything.
I tensed as Scorpius’ gaze hardened into the very same look he gave me in my nightmare. I ignored the fear bubbling up inside me and stayed to watch the scene unfold.
“Yes, well you couldn’t possibly judge me on my grandfather’s actions—I do hope you realise he forced my father into doing all the things he did?” Scorpius replied sharply, coldness seeping into his voice.
“Of course,” came the reply, “I interviewed dear Draco myself. Told me many of his deepest darkest secrets.”
Scorpius narrowed his eyes, “I doubt those were his most darkest secrets, but yes, I read that interview.”
Davie Clarks beamed, That’s right, I suppose you would have.” He paused, “Tell me about a certain red-head.” He said, gesturing towards Rosie who was still chattering away to Hagrid.
I flushed, wondering what Scorpius would say about me, especially because I wasn’t there. He looked taken aback by the abrupt change of subject, but he quickly recovered, opening his mouth to begin. But then he looked uneasily at something behind me and stopped short.
I span around and found myself face to face with a sneering Melissa Johnston. She was sneering in the most uptight way, and it took me a moment to remember that she couldn’t see me. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding and watched as her eyes flickered between Scorpius and Davie Clarks. Upon seeing Davie Clarks, she bared her teeth into a creepy smile, pulling her wand out and pointing it at Frankie.
I hadn’t heard what the spell was, but as soon as it was cast, it became obvious to me. It may not have been that strong, but her obliviate spell cast at Frankie was enough to stop him from telling her to shove off. Frankie was staring around him, confused, as Melissa turned her wand to Scorpius. She muttered under her breath and she smirked as Scorpius too scanned the area around him, frowning.
Frankie’s gaze finally landed on Scorpius, “How did we get here?”
Scorpius narrowed his eyes at Davie, “Dunno Frankie,” then he spoke to Davie, “Who are you again?”
Davie Clark looked a bit anxious at the boys’ behaviour, but he shrugged it off, “You were just telling me about your girlfriend.”
Scorpius’ face was expressionless, “Were we?”
“Yeah… The red head.”
“Uh, I don’t understa—“
“ROSE WEASLEY.” Davie said slowly, as if talking to a foreign tourist.
A strange look flitted across Scorpius’ face, but he hid it quickly, and faced Davie blankly as Frankie peered round to look at something just behind them. I turned to see Rosie trotting back towards Frankie and Scorpius. Do I really trot?
Just as this thought ran through my deranged mind, my insides felt like they were being frozen, then thawed out. The cold sensation seemed to trickle down inside me, and I stopped, trying to figure out what was happening.
Then I saw the back of Melissa.
SHE’D JUST BLOODY WALKED THROUGH ME!
Like a ghost.
A dead ghost.
I’d like it if Melissa were a ghost. Because she’d be dead. I laughed to myself manically, before paying attention to Melissa again.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” Scorpius mumbled, putting a hand to his forehead.
“Yes you do! Don’t deny, that Rose Weasley.“ Protested Davie, clearly trying to get a good scoop. I rolled my eyes at his antics, having seen this sort of thing before. Really, I wasn’t all that fazed that he thought I was Scorpius’ girlfriend. All the reporters seemed to think that. We’d just learnt to ignore it, or just accept that’s what they thought.
Well, we decided that after I was almost expelled for punching a reporter in the face.
In my defence, he asked me if I was pregnant. With Scorpius’ kid. All because I’d enjoyed a bit too many mince pies round Nana Weasley’s. They were just too tasty not to eat.
“Remember now?” Asked Davie, before a hand gripped his shoulder.
He tilted his head to see a beaming Melissa—He looked horrified, I’m pleased to say.
“That girlfriend you’re talking about? Yeah, that’d be me.” She simpered, her smile all sugary. If there’s one thing I know about sugar, it isn’t half sickly. I know from experience. And just like the real thing, Melissa was just as sickly.
She went to stand at Scorpius’ side. He still looked confused, and then I realised why Melissa cast that spell. She knew Scorpius was pissed at her for bursting into the Hospital Wing like that, and she knew he’d tell her to piss off, and so she did the only thing she could. Temporarily modify his memory, so he wouldn’t know to tell her to get lost.
“Oh, so you’re the famous Rose Weasley, eh?” Smiled Davie, “But where’s your gorgeous red hair?” He gasped suddenly, horrified, “You didn’t dye it did you?!”
To my utter surprise, Melissa threw her head back, bearing her sharp teeth, and braying like a donkey on steroids. Man, I wish I had a camera.
“That weasel girl?” She shrieked.
“Rose.” Scorpius corrected automatically, being so used to Melissa using that phrase around us. Seemed he was remembering certain things at last.
Melissa span around, “What did you say Scorpy-baby?”
“Her name,” Scorpius growled, “Is Rose. Not weasel girl.”
She stared with her mouth hanging open like a fish, before giggling and batting her eyelashes at him. Her eyelashes were fake too, just like her smile and everything else. They looked like fat moths were attacked her eyelids. Or like she stuck two bushes to her eyes.
“Oh Scorpy, you make me laugh!” She shrilled, patting his arm.
“So you’re not Rose Weasley?” Enquired Davie, stroking his triangular goatee.
Melissa snickered again. “No, I’m Melissa, Scorpy’s real girlfriend. He’s just a joker, aren’t you baby?” She nudged him while his face grew dark.
Davie raised his brow, “Really, because we were all aware Rose Weasley was his girlfriend and soul mate. Not some stupid, shitty brunette-y twat who thinks she owns the world.” He spat rather rudely. I’m liking his attitude. Maybe we could be friends?
Melissa looked shocked for a split-second, before stepping towards Davie, “And who would we be.” She asked sharply, jutting her chin out arrogantly, only proving that what Davie said was true.
Right on cue, he smiled mockingly, before clicking his fingers and calling, “MORPHY!”
Immediately, a tall, thin, scrawny bespectacled man with tousled mousy brown hair appeared beside him so fast, you’d think he’d apparated (which is impossible on Hogwarts grounds).
“You called, Sir?” He asked pleasantly, then he murmured, “And my name is Brain Murphy. Not Morphy, Murphy.”
Davie delved into his pocket, unearthing dragon hide gloves. He slipped them on and ruffled Murphy’s hair carelessy, “Poor lad, doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he said softly. He then faced Murphy and barked, “TAKE MY GLOVES OFF! Without touching me this time!”
Murphy visibly flinched, and levitated the gloves off before vanishing them. His adams apple was bobbing up and down as he swallowed repeatedly, and I looked up to see him only just holding the tears in.
I take back what I said about Davie. It was ok when he was mean to Melissa, just not when he was mean to Murphy. He seemed to treat him worse than how Dad treated Harry’s house-elf, Kreacher.
Murphy stared at his feet as Davie continued, “Anyway. You, girl, were asking who ‘we’ were.” He glared at Melissa who replied snottily, “The name is Melissa.”
“Look girly, you listen to me, alright?” Davie told her, smirking slightly, “We are the people who know Scorpius here has acquired a little red head, who goes by the name of Rose Weasley. You girl, are not Rose Weasley.”
Scorpius lowered his head and seemed to find the sodden grass highly entertaining. His face was pale, the complete opposite of the colour he should go when embarrassed. He’s just weird that way. But he’s my little (tall) weirdo.
And Albus is my calm but weird weirdo.
Frankie is my second brother. Who is also weird.
Alice is weird too. She doesn’t like wearing shoes.
I think all my friends and family are weird actually. That most probably includes me.
I’m going off track and thinking about entertaining but irrelevant things. I really need to stop doing that. I repressed a sigh and focused on Davie and Melissa.
Melissa was red in the face and shooting daggers at Davie, who was just stood there smugly, like he knew he was right.
“Oh really? Well… prove it!” Melissa bristled threateningly.
Davie just chortled at her, “Morphy! Tell this stupid little wretch who ‘we’ are.”
Murphy stepped forward, blinking his tears away, “It’s Murphy,” he mumbled before speaking in a much clearer, confident voice, “’We’ as in the whole of the wizarding community, Or most of it. You see, the daughter of one of the golden trio and the son of a past death eater are of course to catch everybody’s eye. Their friendship has not gone unnoticed by us all.”
I half convinced myself that steam was gushing out of Melissa’s ears, she was so red in the face. She spun around to Scorpius, in a rage, “Scorpius, tell them what I said is right.”
“It’s true.” Scorpius said, and Melissa turned back to Davie and Murphy triumphantly, “HA! See? Scorpy-baby agrees with me.”
“No.” Drawled Scorpius. Melissa confronted him, looking him in the eye, “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean,” He jeered, raising his head, “That you are not my girlfriend—“ I tuned out to what he was saying at that point, too ecstatic that Melissa would now have to pour water on her burns (she SO got owned). She turned a deeper crimson as Frankie guffawed, collapsing on the ground and rolling around. I didn’t think people actually did that.
It’s probably only Frankie who does that.
MERLIN, WHY ARE ALL MY FRIENDS WEIRD?!
I know I’ve said this before, but SERIOUSLY?!
But yeah—Good on Scorpius for getting one over Melissa. Hate that stupid bint.
“What did you say?” Asked Davie, astounded. I was confused—surely Scorpius telling Melissa what’s what isn’t that interesting? Davie clicked his fingers, “Morphy, get this down, pronto.”
Murphy scavenged inside his bag, eventually pulling out a glittery notepad and a neon quill that flashed different colours every now and then. He had his quill poised, and looked eager and excited. It was the first time I saw him crack a smile in Davie’s presence. I felt a rush of sympathy for him, making a mental note to address Davie for treating Murphy like Hippogriff dung.
Scorpius smirked his jerkish smirk, “I said Melissa isn’t my girlfriend,” I laughed at this, “And that Rose is.”
I stopped laughing abruptly.
What the actual fuck.
Scorpius just said I was his… no, he can’t have.
But he did.
‘Rose is’ Those words echoed around inside my head until I shook them free. I couldn’t dwell on such a subject, not because I didn’t like that sort of thing, and didn’t want to even think of the chances of myself and Scorpius (He isn’t that bad, once you get over the fact that he’s like my brother), but simply because I just needed to know what happened next.
Merlin, my life is eventful. I should write a novel. ‘Rose Weasley and the arsehole that is Melissa Johnston’. I like that one. It has a sort of catch to it. Sort of.
The aforementioned arsehole was standing gobsmacked, the long dewy grass socking the hem of her robes. To my surprise, she simply slapped a smile on and touched Scorpius’ arm lightly, “Oh Scorpy!” She then turned to Davie, “Just our little joke!” She simpered.
Ugh. It was sickening. I felt my stomach churn as she giggled like one of James’ fan girls.
“Oh really?” Davie Clark said to Scorpius, who was fuming. Davie wasn’t as shallow as I thought he’d be. He seemed to see the truth through the lies, unlike the other reporters, who just seemed to lap the lies up like a cat would milk.
“I’m not joking Johnston.” He spat angrily. I saw Frankie in the corner of my eye, trying to supress his laughter, and shooting Rosie a pathetic look as she edged ever nearer.
I walked so slowly. How have I only just noticed?
“Aha! Scorpy, you joker, you make me laugh!” Melissa purred, now running her finger up Scorpius’ forearm. He jerked away from her, but she grabbed him by the shoulders, moving her clawed hands up to the sides of his face. Up close, I could see Scorpius was struggling to get free of Melissa’s vice-like grip without hitting her.
Good ol’ Scorp—refusing to hit a girl, no matter how vile she is.
But then what happened next was something I’d been dreading, and something I’d already seen before.
Melissa smirked at Rosie who had frozen mid-step, before reaching up on her tiptoes and planting her snarling lips firmly on Scorpius’.
I barely even registered that Rosie had run away, when Scorpius shoved Melissa away roughly. He took a step back, looking round for Rosie, and seeing her retreating figure running back to the castle. I saw the hurt fill his eyes, before fury took over. He growled and span around, before slapping Melissa in the face. Hard.
So much for him not hitting girls.
Melissa let out a cry of pain, then winced as she probed her cheek. Scorpius was staring at his red hand which was probably stinging, obviously shocked that he’d acted that way.
“Y-you hit me.” Melissa whispered, before breaking down into noisy tears, which I think she was exaggerating. Frankie shot her a look of disgust before silencing her. Her hands flew up to her throat as she continued wailing, but no sound came out. She sank to the mud and put her head in her hands.
Drama Queen. I should think her bloody ego would be flattened, and that would hurt more than that slap. Yeah, she’s got an ego.
Several flashes lit up her tear streaked face, and I saw Murphy with his camera out, enthusiastically snapping photos. The mad clicking and flashing seemed to have caught Scorpius’ attention, because he stopped staring at his hand which was still quite red, and glared at Davie and Murphy.
“This better not appear in the daily profit.” He hissed.
Davie didn’t shrink under Scorpius’ gaze like he should have done, but instead sneered at Scorpius, “What had better not get out?”
“Those pictures—and any story you may have picked up from this conversation.” Scorpius growled, squaring his shoulders and setting his jaw.
Davie just laughed, “Yeah, that’s not going to happen, mate. Unless…” He paused for a moment, clearly thinking something over in his head, “Unless you tell me something worthwhile. Something that blows the rest of this,” He swept his arm about at the scene before him, “Out of the water.”
Scorpius seemed to mull this over, hesitating before, “If I get a hint of today’s events in the Profit, I swear, I will hunt you down and Avada Kedavra your arse to Jupiter and back.”
“Whatever, just tell me.” Davie replied impatiently, wringing his hands, “I haven’t got all day, you know.”
“Nobody can know, not even Murphy.”
“But I can use it for my article, right?”
“No, not until the end of the school year at least.” Scorpius said, his statement with a sense of finality about it.
Davie noticed this and tried to compromise, “But that’s so long away! How about two months?” He whined.
“Well, it’s the end of the school year or nothing. Take it or leave it.” Scorpius spat, annoyed that he was having to even seal this deal.
Davie pondered for a moment before shaking Scorpius’ hand, “Fine, not a peep about today in return for your little secret.”
Scorpius let go of Davies hand, and scribbled something down quickly on a spare piece of parchment. I was about to run round to see what it said but stopped myself—it wasn’t right to pry. If Scorpius hadn’t told me before, then it was obvious I wasn’t meant to know. I couldn’t just stick my nose in—I’d sever the remaining trust we still had.
Scorpius folded the parchment and slipped it into Davie’s hand. He unfolded it eagerly, then went bright red, spluttering, “I won’t ruin your chances.” He then vanished the note and sent a hex at Murphy who had tried to read the text over his shoulder.
Murphy ran off, hiding his face, which made me suspect he was a victim of the bat bogey curse. Another glance in his direction told me I was right. Small green flapping things were clinging to his face.
Scorpius nodded and looked down at Melissa who was snivelling and curled up in a foetus position. Pathetic.
“Melissa, why the hell would you do that? Rose won’t want anything to do with me now!” He shouted, his voice full of pain and anger. Melissa flinched, but stood up, trying to wiped the mud from her robes but instead smearing it all over her robes so it looked like she’d done a shit.
“You won’t ever know why I did what I did, because I’M NOT TELLING YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME!” She shrilled, and with that she ran off, wiping her teary eyes with her sleeve.
“She’s a tough ‘un.” Davie said, sympathetically, before walking away in the general direction Murphy had gone. “Good luck with your little mission by the way.” He called without looking at Scorpius. I watched him until he dissolved into the crowds. Davie was a rather mis-leading character. Just when you thought he was a right dick, he did something that made you wonder if he was really ok—for a reporter, that is.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and froze, knowing the only person it could be was my Captor.
I sighed before turning to face them—and stopped dead.
“Scorp?” I whimpered. He was standing there, in the flesh, beaming at me.
“Come on Rosie Posie.” He said, taking my hand and bringing us back to the room of penseives. As soon as my feet touched solid ground I promptly slapped Scorpius round the face, over my initial shock. “YOU KIDNAPPED ME!” I shrieked.
“In all honesty, I guess I should have expected that.” He said rubbing his cheek.
“What, did you expect me to give you a cookie or something? OF COURSE I BLOODY SLAPPED YOU!” I screamed at him, knowing my anger was a bit over the top. I couldn’t help it though—I hadn’t seen him for a week or so, and then he just goes and kidnaps me, making me think I was going to die without even making up with Scorpius.
“I’m sorry, but it was the only way I could get you to listen to me.” He said.
“That’s the thing though, I didn’t know it was you when you spoke.” I said, realising that I’d failed to recognise him. I should have done, considering he’d been my best friend for years.
“Voice-changing potion. James nicked it from the Potions cupboard for me.”
“Wait, JAMES HELPED YOU?!”
“Er, yeah. He suggested the room of requirement too.”
“Room of requirement?” I asked puzzled. I knew what it was, I was just confused as to why I didn’t figure out we were here—Scorpius had paced before entering a door. I’ve used the room of requirement enough to know how to get in.
I should have known.
Actually, in my defence, I was blindfolded.
“You didn’t have to go kidnap me though.” I mumbled, looking at my feet.
“Well, you didn’t meet me here at the allotted time. Lucky I was still around really, or we’d have both missed our chance.”
Chance. That reminded me, “What was that chance Davie was talking about.”
“Oh, uh, well, you’re not meant to know.” Scorpius said, paling. “But anyway, you saw what actually happened right?”
“So… am I forgiven?” He asked tentatively. I raised the corner of my lips slightly, already having made that decision deep down days ago, even before seeing the real events.
“I forgive you.” I told him, flinging myself at him for a hug. I heard him chuckle slightly.
I narrowed my eyes, “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for giving me a heart attack!” I pulled back, and saw his smile slip.
“You have to help me get Albus and Alice together—I fail on my own.” I said smugly.
He struck his forehead with his hand and groaned, “Alice doesn’t even like blokes.”
“Yeah, well, she’s going to have to learn, isn’t she?” I reprimanded, crossing my arms and glaring at him. He stared back, turning it all into a stare out; whoever blinked or looked away was out.
My eyes started stinging, and I felt them filling up. I blinked them away, “Fine. Have it your way. Don’t help Alice.” I pouted, “I’ll do it myself. All on my own.”
I put on my tragic puppy dog eyes and let the tears that were still hanging around from the stare off fall.
“Don’t do that.” Scorpius lamented, covering his eyes so as to not see me. I grinned evilly for a split second, before going back to my sad act.
“Don’t do what?” I asked innocently, my eyes wide and acquitted.
“You know what I mean. The guilt-tripping. Just stop it!” He whined, stealing a look at me behind his fingers to see if I’d stopped.
“Please?” I begged, “You need to help me!”
“FINE!” He groused, “Just stop your god damn whinging, ok?”
I cackled, acting like a muggle-story witch, “Thanks Scorpy-Worpy.”
“Don’t push it.”
A/N: So how was this chapter? Was it to your liking? Now you know the whole truth, and ROSE AND SCORP ARE BEZZIES AGAIN, WOO! Who else is sharing my excitement?
Oh, just me?
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