Chapter 2 : If You Can't Be My Knight In Shining Armour, Who Will?
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I sighed as I looked down at the doodles I’d spent the last twenty minutes on. I was a really good student. Really. Top of my class, to be exact! So then why couldn't I stop doodling on this page, and why, for the love of Merlin, did I keep looking over at Scorpius Malfoy? Even if he was looking back.
One of my friends, Blair, kicked me hard under the table. I muttered a curse under my breath, but at least Blair was successful in drawing my attention away from the gorgeous boy in front of me. I gave her a blazing glare despite that.
"What’s your problem?" she asked me in hushed tones. "Transfiguration is your favorite class." She had a point; it was rather odd for me to not pay attention, especially in this of all classes.
I shrugged in response and took a peek at her notes. I hadn't really missed anything, I had read the entire book before school had even started, so I really already knew all of this. I sighed and took one last glance at Scorpius before straightening my back and focusing. If I want to be Head Girl, I can't be seen fawning over other students during class. For the remainder of class I diligently took notes, did whatever the Professor instructed, and most certainly did not look back at Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.
When the bell rang, I was the first one out of class. I suppose that it was rare for me to depart so hastily, as I generally liked to linger to speak to the Professor about the day’s lesson. Today, though, I just had to get away. Transfiguration and Potions were the only classes Gryffindor and Slytherin had together.
As I was finding the quickest path to give me the most distance between myself and Malfoy, a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into a secret passage. Assuming it was one of my cousins, I motioned to shove them off and was shocked when someone else's lips brushed against mine. Only one person would know of the secret passages and then pull me into one to kiss me: Scorpius Malfoy.
I pushed him off me and just stared at him in shock. "I'm not one of your girls, Malfoy,” I spat.
“You can't just kiss and ditch me, then show up again a couple of days later."
I tried to put up my walls. The walls that generally told blokes to back off. The walls didn’t block my own feelings though, and I was genuinely hurt that he was treating me like one of his girls. He of course, could never know that.
He pouted, and I could tell by his facial expression that he didn't quite understand what I meant. "Rose, it's not like that." He was still holding onto my wrist, but that was more because he was stronger than I was, and I really didn't want to bruise the wrist I needed for Quidditch.
"What is it like then, Scorp?" My voice was quieter now, more gentle. I had such a hard time keeping up those walls around me; everytime I thought I was safe he found a way to inch in.
I gave him a few moments to respond before I pulled my hand away in frustration and started to walk away. He went to grab me again, but I just turned and gave him a look. I couldn't let him treat me like one of his flings. I turned away from him once more and nearly ran. I didn't stop until I got to another secret passage near Gryffindor Tower. I knew my dorm mates would probably be up in our room or the Common Room, as would my cousins and brother. And all I wanted to do was cry. I couldn't explain to them why.
I sank against the cold stone wall, and placed my hands on the ground as I slid down. I broke down and buried my face in my knees. My hands wrapped around me and muffled any sounds I made while I just tried to hold myself together.
Why was I even crying? I knew Scorpius didn't like me, I knew that when I slept with him (all twelve times). It just really got to me this time, he didn't try to show any affection afterwards normally. He usually just treated me like nothing had happened the night before.
I heard footsteps and swore under my breath. I was fast, and far enough down the passage that if I ran I could make it out the other end and not get caught. Problem was, I couldn't really remember which passage I took, nor was I entirely sure where it would let out. I got up and ran away, carefully placing my steps so that I wouldn’t trip over the uneven, stone floor. Taking into account the way my day has been going, I shouldn’t have been surprised when I miscalculated a leap and my foot got stuck under a stone. I felt my leg turn and swore when I hit the unforgiving stone floor and felt my wrist twist unnaturally. I should’ve listened to my Uncle Charlie when he told me to never try to break a fall with my hands.
The footsteps behind me had picked up speed; clearly they had heard my swear and groan. I considered getting back up, but decided to just lie there on the floor. Maybe if I rolled towards the wall, they wouldn't see me and just keep going. It was rather dark in here, so it was a plausible idea. Of course, I had no such luck. Of course, the person who was running towards me was the person I had come in here to cry over in the first place. Scorpius Malfoy was making it a habit to show up at the most inconvenient of times.
I knew my eyes were puffy. I knew there were dried tears on my face. I knew there was dirt on my uniform and my hair was certainly frizzy from the dampness of the tunnel. Not to mention I had probably broken my wrist. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to scoot against the wall, even though I knew my attempts were futile. The footsteps had slowed and he had seen me. Scorpius Malfoy was the reason I was lying here, and of course, now he was going to be the one to rescue me.
"Rose?" He pointed his wand in my direction, causing the light coming from the tip to land over me. I lifted my arm instinctively to cover my eyes and instantly let out a cry. Yep, my wrist was definitely broken.
"Are you okay?" There was panic in his voice and he crouched down next to me, his hand brushing my hair from my face.
Damn that boy. He had to be tender, and gentle and perfect NOW? He couldn't have been like this when I wanted him to confess his love for me? I sighed. I didn't really want to answer him, but the panicked look on his face made me feel guilty. Why did I even feel guilty anyway? He was the reason I was in this situation.
"I'm fine." I was determined to be stubborn. I wasn't going to let him be my knight in shining armour. So I pushed myself up, wincing at the stabbing pain in my wrist.
"Rose, maybe you shouldn't…," he trailed off, staring at my leg, I wasn't sure what he was looking at, so I followed his gaze with my own eyes. Apparently, the loose stone had done more than just trip me. My foot was twisted at an unnatural angle and my leg was disgustingly cut open along my calf. I sighed. Perfect. As if I didn't look like enough of a mess.
Despite my obvious injuries, I continued to try to walk , stumbling to the other side of the passageway so I could use my good arm and leg to brace myself. He was coming up behind me, and I bit my lip. I wanted to just get away, I really didn’t need help. Apparently my ankle had other ideas. My stubbornness was replaced with pain as I started to fall again. Scorpius scooped me up in his arms before I could hit the ground and, with ease, started to stride down the dark hallway we were in.
If I had had a little more mobility I would've pushed myself out of his arms. Frustrated, I admitted defeat and closed my eyes, leaning my head against his chest. I could feel the heat from his body and could hear his heartbeat. Mine sped up; I wasn't used to being this close to him, not like this. I opened an eye and looked up at him. He wasn't saying a word, but his face still had that worried look. We came to the entrance of the tunnel and he peeked his head out before sliding out, me still in his arms.
"You can put me down, I'm fine." I didn't think I could take another minute in his arms. Not when all I wanted was to stay like this forever.
The look on his face was disbelief. "I'm taking you to the hospital wing, you can't even walk, Rose." It seemed like he held me tighter. He had stopped walking to look down at me. His face was neutral but his grey eyes were bright with worry.
"Rose?!" I groaned inwardly. Perfect. Now my cousins were approaching. This really just couldn't get worse.
Lily looked from Scorpius to me and back to Scorpius again. Her eyes were flashing with a mix of confusion and worry before settling on pure fury. Albus and James were coming up behind her, and their eyes mirrored Lily's.
"She ran from me like bloody murder, so I followed her to one of the passages up here, and she had fallen. I'm taking her to Madame Pomfrey." Scorpius said. He was clearly leaving out the part where he had kissed me, made me cry, and then chased me down said passageway.
"We're coming with you," James said this abruptly. He came towards us, looking like his aim was to take me from Scorpius, but Scorpius tightened his grip on me, sending a clear signal to my cousin.
He continued to walk and I could hear my family falling in step behind him. If they were in the corridors, then the other classes would also be getting out soon. That was exactly what I needed, the entire student body seeing me being carried like a helpless little girl through the halls by Scorpius Malfoy. I closed my eyes again, not wanting to see anyone. My head was still against his chest. I was listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat.
I must have dozed off on the walk, because suddenly I was being laid down on a bed and Madame Pomfrey was asking me what had happened. I shrugged before answering. "I tripped and fell, guess I gashed my leg open. I think I broke my wrist." I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
I didn't know if she believed it, but whether she did or not, she didn't let on. My family however, had looks of disbelief on their face. They weren't believing a word, there had to be more to this story, and I knew the second we were alone, all three of them would grill me. Which, ironically, had been what I was avoiding when I ducked into the passageway in the first place.
Well, this all came together very nicely, now didn't it? My wrist was wrapped, my cut cleaned, and my ankle wrapped. Madame Pomfrey was known for her fast work. Lord knows she had patched up my parents and Uncle Harry a billion and a half times.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be tired. Maybe if I fell asleep, my family would leave. I knew Lily had a free period next, as we always passed each other leaving and entering the library. My cousins and Scorpius, however, were forced to leave. Not a wise idea to be late for class first week of school.
Especially when you're either a Prefect or a 7th year. Which all of us coincidentally were. Unfortunately, due to a certain Malfoy, I wouldn't be attending classes for the rest of the day.
Maybe being chased down a corridor and tripping to a fate of broken bones was a good thing. Lily wasn't leaving my side though. I waited until I heard the footsteps retreating before I opened my eyes. I looked at Lily, whose face was showing worry, confusion and pure curiosity. I sighed. She was going to ask.
"Rose, what really happened?" She kept looking at me, searching my face for some sort of clue as to what exactly was going on.
Well. What better time to tell her that I had not only been sleeping with Scorpius Malfoy for a year, but was hopelessly in love with him. And that in my stubborn attempt to run away from him, I had ended up in a passageway crying, only to find myself running away yet again and getting myself injured.
So that was exactly what I was going to have to do. Here goes nothing.
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