Chapter 16 : It's not a date
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I wasn’t looking forward to it all that much, but Alice insisted it would be fun. I told her I’d rather lick Filch’s arse. Sideways. She told me that could be arranged. She’s disgusting.
I had been tossing and turning all night, fretting about my not-so-datey trip into Hogsmeade with Scorpius. The tension between us had kind of fizzled out after a while, and although we’d apparently forgotten about what almost happened, it still featured in my dreams. Or nightmares. I wasn’t sure which category it fitted into.
And like I said, Scorpius and I weren’t even going on a date, and I was still nervous as hell. So Merlin knows how Alice was feeling about her date with Albus. Although, she wouldn’t admit that it was a date. Silly girl.
“Alice. Get your fat arse out of bed right now.” I demanded, standing at the foot of my sleeping friend’s bed. She wasn’t actually sleeping—instead she was groaning and kicking the bed like some sort of possessed creature.
“Look Alice, I thought you were looking forward to spending time with Al.” I said, pulling the duvet away from her.
“GO AWAY, ROSE! I want to stay here!” She shrieked, trying to snatch the duvet back. I threw it to the other side of the dorms, than pulled her pillow from under her head, and whacked her with it.
“No, you crazy bint!” She grabbed her pillow from my hands and threw it at my face.
“ALICE!!” I tried to shout, but it came out muffled when the pillow hit me.
And so on and so forth. The two other girls we shared a dorm with had already left, and Melissa hadn’t even been in the Common Room, let alone the dorms since pretty much all of my family were out for her blood. It was ten in the morning, meaning we only had an hour to eat and get ready before we had to meet Al and Scorpius in the Entrance Hall. I'd already eaten, as I needed the energy for forcing Alice to get
“Alice, get out of bed, we’re going to be late!” I all but screamed at her. “THERE’LL BE NO FOOD LEFT IN THE HALL!” I bellowed as a last ditch attempt to make her get up and doll herself up for her date.
“Oh my GOD! The food!” She shrilled, leaping out of bed immediately and scrabbling around beneath her bed for her dressing gown. She shrugged it on and ran out of the dorms, slamming the door into the wall and leaving a nice shaped hole. She has remarkable strength.
She couldn’t even be bothered to get dressed, or wait for me. I sighed, and waited for her to come back up, having eaten already while waiting for her to get her sorry arse up and out of bed. She came back half an hour later. Half an hour later.
And I thought it was just us Weasley’s who loved food that much.
“Bloody hell, Alice, we’ve got half an hour to get ready, then get down to the entrance in time for Hogsmeade. Al’s waiting!” I cried as she came back into the dorm, still chewing on whatever she’d been stuffing her face with, and flung herself back onto her bed. She shot up straight away at my words.
“Oh no. It’s in half an hour. Half an hour! I’m going to die!” She pulled on her face, making herself look utterly demented.
“You’ll be fine. Al’s a real gentleman you know. He’ll put you first, especially since he's been looking forward to this since he asked you out to Hogsmeade.” I said hoping that would comfort Alice in a weird way.
“It’s not a date or anything.” She mumbled, blushing furiously.
I scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“Whatever. Come on then, you need to get ready too, for your date with Scorpius Malfoy.” She waggled her eyebrows at me, and it was my turn to blush.
“I only asked him to go with me so you’d be with Al. You do know he was actually asking you on a date? I was just making it easier for him. He can get rather anxious around you.”
“No he didn’t. He doesn’t like me that way.” She said looking a bit disappointed. Well, well, well. The untameable Alice really did like Al. Even if she wasn’t going to admit it anytime soon. You know the saying: Famous Last Words. I sank down next to her and patted her head.
“He does. He really likes you Alice. Please, don’t hurt him. If you don’t like him, put him down easily, so he doesn’t get too upset.”
Alice turned to me, red in the face once again. This was becoming a very common occurrence. “I think… I think I actually like him Rose. And I barely know him.” She whispered, looking at me with mournful eyes. I smiled at her, mentally fist-pumping for guessing correctly. And there we go: My Famous Last Words.
“Well then, today should be a great opportunity for you to get to know him. None of the sex though please. That’s basically illegal on the first date.”
She jabbed me in the ribs. “Shut up!” But she was laughing, and grinning her trademark grin.
“We need to get ready Alice. 20 minutes, alright?”
She nodded and flew to her wardrobe, dumping all of her clothes on her bed and sifting through them. She picked out a simple tee, a pair of skinny jeans and some pumps she had found under her wardrobe. “Is this alright?” She asked biting her lip.
“Honestly?” I asked her doubtfully. “Honestly, I think that’s not you at all. Wear what you usually would, Alice. Don’t wear your shoes either. It doesn’t seem normal for you to wear shoes anymore. I’m so used to you going barefoot everywhere.”
“But he’ll think I’m weird. Frankie says I’m weird.” She whimpered, staring at her clothes with disgust.
“Alice, Al likes you for who you are.” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and preparing for a pep talk. “My guess is he’ll actually want you to turn up in your usual stuff. That means no shoes. And anyway, Frankie's your brother, it's his job to tell you silly things like that, especially if they aren't true.”
She smiled a little and threw her tee, jeans and shoes back in her wardrobe. Instead, she pulled out a scarlet halter neck top, and a dark brown pleated skirt from the mound of clothes on her bed.
“Perfect.” I turned away from her to get ready myself. I had no clue what to wear. Scorpius and I were bound to be on thin ice throughout the d—Hogsmeade trip—and I didn’t want to try too hard for fear of it all seeming like I thought it was a date. But I didn’t want to dress scruffy either. In the end I took out a Dark Blue playsuit, with a thin black belt and black ballet flats. There. Not too fancy, not too slob-like.
I hesitated in the bathroom after washing my hair. I didn’t usually wear make-up, apart from special occasions. I decided to flick a bit of mascara on, and a dab some blusher on my usually pale cheeks. I ran back to my bed and pulled out my three-way mirror by dad had given me for my 7th birthday. I used it to pin up my hair in a messy bun, then went to help Alice.
But it turned out I didn’t need to help her. I knew Alice was a pretty girl. I mean, anyone with eyes could see that—she didn’t need makeup, she even looked good with bed hair first thing in the morning. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Alice was smiling shyly as she pirouetted to show me what she’d done.
She had tucked her halter neck top into her skirt, and had placed a heavy belt over the top. She had found some ankle bracelets which matched the long clockwork necklace she had on. Her hair, which she usually had in a ponytail, had been forced into two buns either side of her head, framed by her bangs which were brushed to the side and out of her eyes.
She wasn’t wearing any makeup either. But she still looked astounding. And no, she wasn’t wearing shoes. Strangely enough, it suited Alice, not wearing shoes. I doubt I could pull it off with my big feet.
“It’s bad isn’t it?” She asked upon seeing my face. I then realised my mouth had been hanging open in shock.
“No, Alice, you look brilliant! Al will be pleasantly surprised.”
“Really.” I peered at the clock and jumped. “Quick, we’ve only got five minutes, let’s not keep them waiting.”
We got to the entrance hall on time, luckily, and Peeves was nowhere in sight. We had learnt before that Peeves liked to target people going to Hogsmeade, which meant flour bombs and water pistols. But it seemed he was trying to dismantle the Astronomy Tower, if Filch’s anger was anything to go by.
Al was pacing, looking quite nice in some newish jeans and a chequered shirt. I noticed he wasn’t wearing shoes and grinned at Alice. Al and Al were perfect for eachother. He kept glancing up at the clock every few seconds while Scorpius, who was wearing something similar to Al (Only with shoes), tried to get him to sit down and relax.
“Thank Merlin. He’s been like this since we got here five minutes ago, wondering whether you two were actually going to turn up or not.” Scorpius said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Albus, who immediately calmed down after seeing Alice and I.
“Holy shit.” Al breathed.
Scorpius whacked him upside the head. “Quit gawping at her, and actually say something other than ‘holy shit’.”
“Oh, right, sorry. Blimey Alice. You look… you look fine.”
Ah. The eloquent language of my dearest cousin Albus.
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself. I like your feet.” Alice said, giggling. I couldn’t believe that my stupid Cousin was able to reduce Alice, the man-eater into a giggling, girly mess. And honestly, ‘I like your feet’. Albus’ face lit up at that comment. He’s easily pleased.
Oh and by man-eater, I mean that Alice is that one girl who will curse and jinx every bloke who asks her out or stares at her in a certain way.
Scorpius came over to me and offered his arm. “Shall we?” He asked politely. I glanced over to Al and Al, who were chatting away quite happily. They’d be fine together, and so there'd be no need for spying on them.
“Of course.” I said, taking his arm, feeling self-conscious as I did so. My nerves settled as Alice and Albus linked arms and headed outside to the queue. Scorpius and I joined them, but we split up from them as soon as we had our names checked off the list.
“Where shall we go?” Scorpius asked me after we had wandered around aimlessly for a bit.
“Not the Three Broomsticks. That’s where Alice and Al are. Soo… Wizard Wheezes?” I queried, jangling the money bag I had on me.
“I’d love to.” He replied, letting me drag him to my Uncle’s shop. We inspected each shelf in there, taking things as we went, before going up to the till to pay for the armful of goods we had.
“Oh, Rosie, my most favourite niece! And who’s this?” Uncle George said when we got to the front. He fake gasped. “A Malfoy! Tut tut, Rosie, I thought we raised you better.”
I laughed as Scorpius shuffled his feet nervously, and looked at the ground in apparent embarrassment. “He’s kidding Scorp.”
“Or am I? Now, what are you two lovebirds doing here? Surely you should be in some candle lit restaurant, confessing your undying love to eachother instead of here, in my busy, stuffy store?”
I choked on my own Saliva. “Holy hell, Uncle George. We aren’t on a date! We’re giving Alice and Albus space for their date.”
“You don’t have to lie to me Rosy-cheeks. Your secret’s safe with me. I won’t tell Ronnie-kins.” Uncle George said with a cheeky grin. Then his face turned sombre. “Unless, Scorpius, you’ve deflowered my precious niece. In that case, I will not stop my family from killing you.”
I think I died then and there. “Uncle George! I told you, we aren’t on a date! And we most certainly haven't done what you're implying. We’re friends!”
“Yes, well, that’s what I thought about Angelina. Turns out I was wrong, because here I am with two of her sprogs.”
“Lovely.” I said sarcastically, before adding seriously, “But we really aren’t on a date. Honestly, we’re in no way anything other than friends.”
Uncle George narrowed his eyes at us both before continuing brightly. “Well, putting all that aside—what are you here for?”
Scorpius and I dumped the goods on the counter, and started pulling out the correct amount of money when Uncle George stopped us. “Rose, Rose, Rose. What have I told you about buying my products?” He put his hand to the side of his head where his ear should have been. “That’s right, you don’t pay for them.” He pretended to scold me before placing it all in a bag and handing it to me. “And of course, a boyfriend of my niece will always get products on the house. Unless you hurt her. Then I’ll hurt you.”
Scorpius laughed nervously as I protested again. Uncle George waved us off. “Well lovebirds, I need to get back to work. Have fun on your date.” He winked and sauntered off.
“Ugh, he is so infuriating!” I shouted to nobody in particular as soon as we stepped onto the cobbled street.
“I thought it was quite funny.” Scorpius admitted. He frowned. “Once I realised he wasn’t going to kill me for being with you.”
I scoffed and headed towards Honeydukes. “Come on. We’ve got at least two hours before we meet up with Al and Al in the Three Broomsticks.”
“Did you have fun on your date with Al?” I asked Alice as we left the boys in the Three Broomsticks. They were planning to meet up with Frankie, Fred and James, who had told them that morning they were going to escape detention and sneak into Hogsmeade, and go to the shrieking shack. I didn’t see the fun in going to a haunted shack.
Alice took this as her cue to gush about how lovely Al was, complimenting her and pulling her chair out for her and such. I rolled my eyes (not a date my arse) and tuned out as we went to the end of Hogsmeade’s long road to the costume store. It was built a decade ago, especially for the students of Hogwarts. Madam Malkin’s daughter saw the frequent Hogwarts Balls and Parties as a business opportunity, and opened her shop as soon as she could.
“Right, know what you’re looking for?” I asked Alice as we entered the massive store. She shook her head and I sighed. Because I didn’t either. “Let’s look for yours first.” We had to find a decent dress for the upcoming Masquerade Ball. We snaked down the many aisles and racks, and soon found a deep red gown which fell to Alice’s ankles in waves. It had a high neckline, and was decorated with little flowers that started in a cluster on the shoulder and eventually fizzled out around the waist, which was pinched on, and gave Alice curves when she tried it on.
“That one is brilliant.” I said, truthfully, then I went to pick out a mask that would go with it. There was one with a semi-permanent sticking charm, which meant it didn’t need to be held onto your face with elastic or held up on a stick, and it only came off when you wanted it to. It had a floral pattern in red, with similar flowers to that on the dress bordering it. I handed it to Alice who was still admiring herself in the dress in the mirror, and she immediately put it on.
“Wow.” She said quietly. “Do I need shoes with this?” She asked me suddenly, worried. She had completely ruled out shoes by that point. She hated them. Pretty much everyone still stared at her as she walked around barefoot though. Stupid jerks.
“No, remember, this is who you are. Alice No Shoes. And besides, Al likes the fact that you don’t wear shoes, in case you’ve forgotten—He even went barefoot for your date.” I told her, and watched her smile broaden at the mention of Albus’ name.
“Oh, alright then.” She went into the changing room and quickly changed out of the dress. She came out with it folded over her arm. “How much were you given to spend on your dress?”
“A budget of 40 Galleons. Mum thought it was fair. Hugo’s been given one of James’ hand-me downs, and so she let him have 20 Galleons for him to waste on sweets.”
“Oh, same. Frankie’s been given a bit more though, because the tuxes around here are ridiculously expensive.”
I agreed as I looked at every dress on the ‘Masquerade’ rail. I couldn’t find anything, because either it was too slutty, too frumpy, or it clashed horribly with my hair.
“OOH, THIS ONE!” Alice shrieked, attracting glares from the Shop Floor Assistants. I heard the clanging and clashing of hangers as she yanked a dress from the rail. She thrust it into my arms, spun me around and frog-marched me to the changing rooms. She ran off to the where the Masks were, and came back with one. She threw it at me, pushed me backwards into a cubicle and grabbed hold of the curtain, shutting me off from the rest of the store.
I sighed, and realised I had no choice but to put on what she’d chosen for me. I slipped into the light weight dress, and placed the mask over my eyes, and stepped out to show Alice. She grinned at me, and shoved me so I was staring at my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror.
The dress was really pretty. It was a really nice, floral bluey-green material. It had a full-length skirt, which had strings of glass beads wrapping its way down. The top half was a sleeveless blue-green sort of thing, with a heart shaped neckline. The mask matched it perfectly, with beads hanging down from above the left eye, with a white trim around the edge. It too had a sticking charm. No crummy elastic for me then.
“Where did you find this?” I breathed after I recovered from seeing myself in a pretty dress which was actually rather flattering.
“Just on the rail. You don’t look properly.” Alice shrugged. “Hurry and change so we can pay and leave.” I laughed at her sincere tone and did as she said.
“How much was yours?” I asked as we left the shop with our dresses in a large bag.
Alice slowed her pace and delved into her paper bag to check the price tag on the dress. “It was 25.”
“That’s pretty good. Mine was 23.”
Ours weren’t the most expensive dresses in the shop, but we thought they were the best by far. I mean, some of them were hundreds of Galleons! “Oh no! I forgot to get some shoes to go with it!” I said as I remembered. I groaned out loud and slapped my forehead. How could I forget?
Alice beamed, “See, I don’t have the trouble of trying to find shoes which match every item of clothing, because barefeet go with EVERYTHING.”
I highly doubted that.
Alice saw my sceptical face and raised her eyebrows at me. “Look, just go barefoot. What’s the harm in that? Besides, we’ll be able to tell who we are, won’t we.” She jabbered excitedly. I considered this for a moment. It didn’t seem too bad.
“Ok fine. Only because we’ll know who each other is. But you’ll have to teach me that spell that will protect the soles of my feet. And if someone stands on my foot, you’re dead.”
She patted my cheek and laughed at me when I flinched. “Good girly.” She said, choosing to ignore my threats, which I can assure you, I would follow out with.
We met up with the others, and Scorpius and I waited behind for five minutes with James, Fred and Frankie who had actually escaped detention so that Alice and Albus could go on up to school together. I watched Fred try a shove James in a bush, only to be pushed sideways into a wall himself. I turned to Scorpius, as he seemed to be the only sane one around, and poked him. “Hey.”
“Hey. Did you have fun?” He replied genuinely.
“Yep. Thanks for coming with me by the way.”
He laughed and ruffled my hair (why did everyone keep doing that?), “I didn’t have much of a choice—it was either to go by myself or with you. At least with you I got free stuff from your Uncle’s joke shop.”
I punched his shoulder even though I didn’t really mind, and I knew he was joking. We were walking a little way behind Frankie, Fred and James, who seemed to be planning a large-scale prank on the Hufflepuffs, when I blurted out the thing that had been preying on the back of my mind for the past week or so.
“What happened the other day, on the 6th floor?”
Scorpius stopped walking, and grabbed my arm to stop me too. He looked searchingly into my eyes for a moment. “I don’t know.” He said after a while. He let me go and we kept walking in silence until we got back to the Entrance Hall. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly. It was a bit out of the blue, but I half-understood what he was getting at. The boys had already gone on ahead of us, and we were the only ones around. Everyone else was still in Hogsmeade, making the most of it.
I hesitated, wondering whether my next question was going to embarrass me or not. “For what? Sorry that we almost… you know, or sorry that we didn’t actually k-ki-kiss?” I asked, stuttering on the last word. I begged Merlin not for Scorpius to laugh in my face about my question.
He looked at me, and I saw sadness in his eyes. “I’m sorry that we didn’t.” He said, before taking my bags from me and continuing on to the tower.
He sighed heavily. “I’m sorry that we didn’t kiss. I’m not sorry that we almost did kiss. I’m sorry we were interrupted by James. Do I need to make that any clearer?” There was a slight tone of anger in his voice as he said it, and I felt bad for ignoring him for the past weeks.
“But… you left that day. How could you be sorry when you ran away?” I asked incredulously, trying not to concentrate on the fact that Scorpius, my best friend, had pretty much just said he would have liked to kiss me.
“Because from the way you acted when James was there, I thought you regretted what we almost did.” He looked miserable and dejected. Crestfallen. His eyes met mine one last time before he started power-walking up the stairs to the common room. I stood frozen to the spot thinking it all over. Then I did something reckless, which I doubted was going to achieve anything apart from mortification.
I charged up the steps with much more energy than I usually had, and shouted out Scorpius’ name when I was only a few metres behind him. He whipped around at the sound of my pounding feet, and dropped the bags he was holding with his mouth hanging open. Granted, I probably looked like a crazy woman.
I flung myself at him, knocking us both to the ground and immediately captured his mouth with mine. He was still as anything beneath me and for a moment he didn’t respond, and I felt my heart sink. But then he did, with so much enthusiasm that I let my lips curve into a grin against his, relieved. It seemed the hoard of butterflies I had felt that morning on the 6th floor had returned to my stomach, and were going mental as my heart sped up. I had Scorpius pinned down to the floor by his wrists, which were flung on the ground above his head from where he fell.
He seemed hesitant of deepening the kiss, so I ran my tongue along his bottom lip to show him it was alright to do so, and he willingly allowed me in.
I didn’t have time to even properly realise what I was doing, when I felt my entire insides go cold with dread as I heard someone cough to announce their arrival. I detached my lips from Scorpius’, and rolled off him so we could both sit up and see who had interrupted us.
I just about died when I saw Neville standing there with an amused but slightly disgusted look on his face. “Thank you Miss Weasley, Mr Malfoy. I would appreciate it if you confined your activities to your dorms—not that I’m encouraging that sort of behaviour.” He quickly amended.
My face turned a deep red, and glance at Scorpius showed that he had paled to a startling white. I did a double take when I took in his swollen lips. Oh no. It was going to be so obvious when we got back to the common room what we’d been doing. My stomach dropped at the thought of going in there amongst my family, and them seeing myself and Scorpius with our tell-tale lips. What would they think of us?
Luckily, Neville seemed to want to escape the situation as much as we did. “I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that then. Uh, off you go. Go on.” I thanked him hastily, getting up and helping Scorpius to his feet. He looked a little dazed as he collected up the bags again and we said good bye to Neville.
“At least he didn’t give us detention for such radical behaviour.” Scorpius said with a touch of sarcasm and jaunt as we got to the portrait of the fat lady. I slid my eyes to the left to look at him and cocked my eyebrows at him in a suggestive way, sending us both into a fit of laughter.
“P-p-pygmy puff.” Scorpius spluttered in the general direction of the fat Lady. She huffed at us (She seemed to hate my whole family) but let us into the common room, whinging about ‘disrespectful youths’ and ‘those blasted Weasleys’.
“Pull yourself together man.” I said to Scorpius, sobering up as I stood straight. All it took was one glance from Scorpius to send us both into unstoppable laughter again. I collapsed on the floor, clutching at my stomach. “I c-can’t! I can’t st-stop l-laughing!”
“I’m sure all this laughing has given me a six-pack.”
We calmed down a little, our breathing getting less eradicated. Then I snorted, “Oh Merlin, I think I peed myself a little!”
This of course sent us way over the edge of sanity.
“Good grief, what’s up with you two?” Came the ever-wise voice of Louis. He looked down at our faces, our swollen lips, and put two and two together. “No. Way.”
I stopped laughing when I realised that Louis knew Scorpius and I had been snogging. “Shh, please, Louis you can’t say anything.” I begged him, my hands clasped together. Scorpius got down on his knees and pretended to worship him.
“Please, O Louis the Great, we will do anything!”
Louis rolled his eyes at us. “Get up Scorpius, and you Rose. I know a spell that’ll get rid of the swelling for you. You’re lucky I’m the only Weasley in here. The others are up in the James and Freddie’s dorm discussing that prank on Hufflepuff. It’s actually pretty good if I say so myself. I’ve been helping them. I was about to go to the Library to get a book; ‘101 Scarce Spells’ for them actually.”
“Louis, the spell! We can’t go up like this.” I pleaded him. He laughed at how defenceless I seemed and waved his wand at both myself and Scorpius.
Scorpius and I scrutinised each other to check our lips were no longer swollen. Thanks to Louis, the evidence of our little snog-sessions had been removed.
“Thanks Lou!” I cried, hugging him tightly before running to the bottom of the steps. I bit my lip, suddenly worried about what had to happen next. “Scorpius, we can talk later, yeah?”
“Sure.” He grinned, although it seemed a bit forced. I mentally slapped myself—Scorpius was going to think I regretted our… thing after Hogsmeade. And I didn’t, not really anyway. Besides, I was still trying to convince myself that I’d actually gone and kissed my best friend. We bounded up the stairs and knocked, once, twice on the 7th year boys’ dorm.
“Rose, Scorp! It’s been too long” Trilled Fred as he flung the door open.
Scorpius snorted. “We saw you only half an hour ago.”
“True, true.” Fred replied as he ushered us inside. He poked his head out into the hallway, and looked left and right before slamming the door and placing a locking and silencing charm on the door. “Welcome, to Mission Crush The Puffers.”
A/N: I'll keep this one short. The holidays are almost over! I think I might cry. I would, but I can't as I'm ill and can't breathe. It's hard to cry if you can't breathe. Yeah, so I survived my four days up north, but I did catch a cold, which means toast, toast and more toast! Such fun!
Thanks to the people who reviewed, it was muchly appreciated. Oh and I do like constructive critisism. You know, am I going too fast, too slow. Is this story boring? Should I just scrap it and start over?
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