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The Other Woman by IrishMyth
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Chapter Nineteen

Shock prevents me from registering Lily’s fist before it connects with my face and by that time it is too late. Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. Montague is not Jada Chang’s boyfriend. He’s Lily’s boyfriend. Who I did not know about. But nonetheless, Lily is pissed.

“What the fuck Rose,” she screeches. “First you go and fucked up Lucy’s relationship with Dave and now you’re fucking with me and Will?” she shouts, her face red with fury. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I had no idea he was your boyfriend!” I try to tell her but she isn’t listening, she has turned her back on me and is bearing down on Montague, a slue of curses slipping from her lips. Chang is still standing a little to the side, looking smug as I glare at her.

“What is going on here?” another voice bellows down the hallway and the four of us simultaneously snap our heads up to see Professor Halloway, the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, striding towards us. “Potter, get your wand away from that boy’s face,” he barks out and Lily instantly retracts her wand.

“Sorry Professor,” she quips, also letting go of Montague’s robe front so he falls to the floor.

“I assume you have some reason for this Miss Potter?” Halloway frowns.

“Just teaching some people a lesson,” Lily smiles sadistically at him. She is not one to get angry quickly but when she does, she is truly terrifying. “I guess I’ll see you in detention then Professor.”

“I don’t doubt it Miss Potter,” Professor Halloway raises an eyebrow at her as she storms away from the scene. “Miss Weasley, I suggest you get Madame Pomfrey to check out that nose, it looks like you might have fractured the bone. Montague get your ass off the floor,” he barks, casting a silent spell to stop the bats Lily had set on him. “I’ll see all three of you in detention as well.”

“Professor,” Chang purrs. “I had nothing to do with this.”

“You’re here, that’s enough for me,” Halloway mutters casting her a withering glare. “Now get out of here, all of you,” he orders and the three of us immediately scatter.

~X~

I don’t see Lily when I finally make it up to the dorm, in fact, I don’t see Lily for several days – she is very good at avoiding people it seems. I do, however, see Albus. Unlike his sister, Albus just takes a seat across from me in the library during a free period we share on Thursday morning. He doesn’t say anything, even though I was half expecting him to blow up because I was threatening the efficiency of the Quidditch team again.

“How’s Keegan?” is the first thing I say when we have been working in silence for almost ten minutes. Because it really wasn’t that long ago that Keegan had told Al how he felt about his sister and now it turns out Lily has been dating Montague on the quiet.

“He’s been better, I think he was more shocked than anything,” Al shrugs. “I can tell he’s still head over heels for her and a part of me wishes she had just dated him rather than whatever she was doing with that Slytherin,” he sighs.

“He valued his friendship with you more than his feelings for Lily.”

“I know,” Albus sighs again. “I just… Did you know? Did you know she was dating him?”

“No,” I reply and his face visibly relaxes. “I had no idea – I thought she still had feelings for Keegan.”

“So did I,” Albus scratches his neck in a gesture that reminds me like a stab in the gut of James. “Why do you do it though Rose? Why the hell were you making out with some Slytherin in the dungeons at that time of night? I thought…” he trails off.

“You thought what Al?” I prompt.

“I thought you and Will might be having a… thing,” he explains uncomfortably and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Believe me, you’re not the only one,” I concede to make him feel a little less awkward. “But we aren’t, he’s just a good friend of mine,” I explain.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he raises an eyebrow.

“It’s complicated,” I lie and he seems to get the hint.

“So Dad won the sweepstake on Victoire and Ted,” he changes the subject. “Mum accused him of cheating and conspiring with Teddy.”

“To be fair, I wouldn’t put it past those two,” I smile, going along with his change of subject and we fall into easy chatter whilst continuing with our work. By the time our next period comes around, I had almost forgotten the mess I had landed myself in with Lily but as we are leaving the library, Albus brings it up again.

“You won’t let it effect your playing, will you?” he asks and a smile tugs itself onto my face – because Al just cannot help himself when it comes to Quidditch. And after the shambles that was our game against Hufflepuff, I can’t say I blame him.

“Of course not,” I promise. Because I won’t. And I know Lily has enough sense not to let it either.

~X~

“So I hear you have got yourself in another pickle with another cousin,” Dominique states over her chocolat chaud in the Hogshead by way of greeting. “How do you always manage to get caught in these situations Rosa?” she chastises, shaking her head.

“Unfortunate timing,” I shrug. “You look… not as nervous as I was anticipating.”

“I saw Alec on Wednesday,” she says by way of answer. Upon seeing my questioning eyebrow she deigns to elaborate. “He snuck out to come and see me and we talked for hours again.”

“Did you tell him?” I probe and she nods easily.

“He just hugged me Rose, didn’t say anything at first, just pulled me into his arms and hugged me,” she smiles down at her drink. “He’s crazy – promising he’ll be there as whatever I need him to be.”

“I don’t think he’s crazy Dominique,” I frown. “I think he means it. He cares about you, that much was glaringly obvious,” I snort and Dominique tries to bite back a smile at my admission.

“You really think so?”

“Look, I’m not saying you should run off into the sunset and elope or whatever but the guy definitely cares about you and you clearly care about him. Yes, there is going to be a baby on the way but I honestly think the two of you could make it work. I just… He makes you happy Dominique, in a way I’ve not seen you before. I’m just saying you should consider giving the two of you a real shot,” I explain.

“But what if it goes wrong?” she whispers.

“Then we deal with it, I’ve already told you I’m not going anywhere and the guy is clearly determined to be a part of your life, it’s up to you what sort of part he plays. Don’t rush into anything obviously, you’ve only met twice, but don’t rule anything out either.”

“Five,” she replies. “Five times, we’ve met five times. I’ve seen him everyday since Wednesday night as well as the first time,” she confesses.

“You’re so far gone on him I’m not sure if I should be happy for you or making puking noises in the corner,” I snort at the expression on her face as she blushes furiously. “You’re half in love with the guy already, Merlin help us.” She doesn’t correct me.

“So I saw you came down with that Will kid,” she switches topics. “Is there really nothing you want to tell me?”

“For the love of Merlin, Will and I are not together, we’re just friends. Besides-” I begin but immediately cut myself off, not even sure I want to know where that sentence was going.

“Besides?” Dominique prompts, clearly not getting the message that I don’t want to talk about it. “Is there someone else Rose? There is, isn’t there!” she almost squeals, clutching her mug and leaning closer to me. “Who? Oh please Rosa, you have to tell me!”

“There’s no one,” I mutter, my face burning.

“Bullshit,” she calls, her face far too gleeful. “Who is he?”

No one. It’s nothing, there isn’t anyone,” I repeat. “It’s just…” and why is my tongue suddenly running away with itself without my consent? “It’s just physical, that’s all,” I mutter glumly into my drink. Dominique very nearly falls off her chair.

“So there is someone!” she crows. “Shit Rose, do you mean you’ve slept with someone? And not told me?” her look of horror is almost comical.

“No! No I haven’t slept with anyone and for the love of Merlin, keep your voice down,” I hiss.

“Fine,” she whispers. “Then what do you mean?”

“Look it’s nothing, It’s just a bit of kissing, nothing more than I’ve done with anyone else but… I don’t know, it just… It’s more intense, is all,” I try to shrug it off. Dominique’s gleeful look has been replaced by one of complete amusement, which is somehow worse. “Its’ nothing, really.”

“Sure it isn’t,” she smirks but before she can continue, her attention is caught by something over my shoulder and her smirk transforms into the brightest smile I think I’ve ever seen on her face.

“Nott?” I take a guess and she looks back at me sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’m getting out of your hair, I promised Will I would help him get some new gloves before our game against Ravenclaw next weekend,” I say, standing up and tugging on my robes as Dominique shifts excitedly in her seat, watching Nott approach.

“Miss Weasley,” he nods to me.

“Nott,” I nod back. “I expect letters,” I shoot at Dominique before waving at the bartender and escaping the nauseating atmosphere of young love that Nott had brought in with him.

~X~

Will and I pick out Quidditch gloves and I get some new quills to replace the ones that NEWTs revision has destroyed. We also pay a quick visit to Honeydukes and he drags me into the new Hogsmeade branch of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes where my cousin Victoire is working.

We decide to take the long way back to the castle, enjoying the spring breeze and the ever-warming sun. This path is less traveled by students as it takes that little bit longer but the weather is nice enough to make it worth it. We are just passing the Shrieking Shack when Will stops suddenly.

“Are you alright?” I ask, turning around.

“Yes, I’m fine, I just-” he starts but cuts himself off with a sudden jolt in my direction. And then there are hands either side of my face and warm lips against mind and it’s sweet and it’s gentle and unforced and it melts my heart a little that I can’t kiss back. Because I can’t. Because it’s Will. And I can’t lead him on like that.

It doesn’t last long, just a slight press of his lips to mine and then he’s gone, pulling away and resting his forehead against mine, his hands still cupping my face.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, looking down at the small slither of ground still visible between us. “I just… I had to know. You must have known how I felt but then again, you were always a bit dense when it came to people’s feelings towards you,” he chuckles. “And I know your heart is already elsewhere but I just… I had to do it once, you know? Just to know what it felt like. And I know you can’t return it – I knew that months ago – but I just, I had to know and I really hope you can forgive me because I love you Rose and I still want to be your friend, really, I’ll take you any way I can have you,” he smiles sadly. “But I just had to know,” he finishes, finally lifting his eyes to meet mine.

His expression is so honest, so open that it breaks my heart a little and had circumstances been different, I probably could have returned his feelings. But they aren’t and I can’t. So instead I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him as tightly as I can without breaking anything. And he returns the hug, holding on as if I were a life raft in stormy sea.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper into his neck. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not you fault,” he chuckles. “Come on,” he lets me go and shakes himself a little and we carry on walking up to the castle in silence. But it’s not as awkward as it should be because this is Will and I know he will always be my friend. No matter what.

~X~

“Okay guys,” Albus yells over the chatter in the changing rooms. “We’re not going to talk about the last match because as far as I’m concerned there was no match,” he states decidedly. “What we are going to do today is kick the crap out of Ravenclaw. We’ve trained hard; we’ve got some great new players; we deserve this. When we step out onto that pitch, anything that isn’t about the game gets left behind, understood. We are here to win. And we’re going to win big!” he grins. And it’s good to see some positivity on his face after the Hufflepuff catastrophe. “I have faith in you guys, Thelma just remember the moves you worked on with Will and Keegan and you’ll be fine, Leo – keep an eye on that Quaffle man, I don’t care if it’s on the other side of the pitch,” he laughs.

“Yes sir,” Thelma and Leo chorus.

“The rest of you, I know you can handle this and we’re going to be magnificent,” he grins again and we all cheer. Even Lily – who hardly looks torn up about the Montague incident, even though I haven’t spoken to her since. Or rather, she hasn’t spoken to me. “Well what are we waiting for, let’s go!” Albus calls and we instantly rally behind him and head onto the pitch.

After the last match, the Gryffindor support is a little smaller than usual but those there are still cheering widely, especially when Albus gives them a wave before shaking hands with Owen Jones, the Ravenclaw Captain.

The Ravenclaws play for fun rather than to win so the game goes by without any real hiccup. The Ravenclaw Keeper, Maria Macmillan, is worked off her broomtail with the amount of times we send the Quaffle her way. Aiden Brookes almost got a good shot at the Snitch but Lily and I coordinated a Bludger to knock him off track. The Ravenclaw Chasers have a slightler weeker left side, which Keegan takes full advantage off and Thelma and Will work with him to make a truly epic trio. Jess Turpin, one of the Beaters, almost falls off her broom with laughter when Macmillan looks around in confusion as the Quaffle completely slips passed her.

“Shut up Jess,” Macmillan chuckles, throwing the Quaffle at Elsa Talkalot who barely turns around before Thelma is there, knocking is from her arms. She pouts and Thelma sticks her tongue out at her, almost getting knocked off her broom my Jones’ well-placed Bludger in the process.

“Quit flirting and score me another goal James!” Albus yells down at her but the smile on his face shows he doesn’t really mind. We are over two hundred points ahead after all.

“Come on Captain, we should at least let them half one goal,” Thelma shouts back with a wicked grin but throws that Quaffle to Will who gets it pass Macmillan once again without her noticing. It is one of the best games I remember playing at Hogwarts. Everyone is just enjoying themselves and while the Ravenclaws are not exactly a challenge they don’t stop trying and aren’t afraid to laugh at themselves every time they fail.

“And the Quaffle is once again intercepted by Finnigan, who passes it off with ease to Henderson – the two are working seamlessly with Thelma James, the replacement for Lucy Weasley. Henderson back to Finnigan to James and that went straight through the lower right-hand goal without Macmillan blinking an eye, come on girl!” the commentator laughs.

“I left my contacts in my room,” Macmillan yells at the commentator, earning herself a roar of laughter from the stands.

“And the weather is beautiful and the game is good,” the commentator rattles as Macmillan retrieves the Quaffle again and throws it Mark Campbell. “Campbell to Talkalot, Talkalot to Thurman, Thurman to Campbell and back to Thurman, to Talkalot, Talkalot to Thurman, Thurman to Talkalot and this is the closes they’ve got to the Gryffindor goals and- Saved by Leo Bell who has had very little to do this game!”

“What’s the score moron,” Charlie Thurman teases the commentator.

“My apologies ladies and gentlemen, Miss Thurman requests the score which currently stands at 290 to 0 to the Gryffindor team who have significantly improved since their… meeting with Hufflepuff back in February.

“Anyway, that’s Bell to James, James to Henderson, Henderson to Finnigan and goal!” The Gryffindor stands burst into another round of applause, joined by most of the other students in the stands including some Ravenclaws who are just cheering for the hell of it now. “Macmillan throws it back in to Talkalot and Jones and Turpin line up a lovely Bludger shot to stop Finnigan snatching it again! Talkalot to Thurman and back to Talkalot and Henderson intercedes…” the commentary goes on.

We score another fifteen goals, making the score 440 – 0, before Ravenclaw gets a real chance at a goal. Leo has just been knocked around with a Bludger to his tail from Turpin and Talkalot and Thurman are charging for the goal with singular focus.

“Merlin’s balls, are they going to do it?” the commentator gasps. “Talkalot narrowly misses that Bludger by Female Potter and quickly throws the Quaffle to Thurman. Come on girl! Thurman back to Talkalot and she shoots and- Yes! Ravenclaw makes their first goal of the game, courtesy of the charming Elsa Talkalot, making the score 440-10 to Gryffindor,” he yells over the wild Ravenclaw fans. Thelma high-fives Talkalot as she does a victory lap and even Albus salutes her.

“Quit prancing around Talkalot and get me another,” Jones teases as she wiggles on her broom.

The game last another hour and a half, Ravenclaw manages to get another three goals and by the time Albus dive bombs for the Snitch with Brooke to far behind to be a real threat, the score is 580 to 40 to us.

“And Potter has caught the Snitch! What a shocking result! Gryffindor wins, 730 to the Ravenclaws triumphant 40 points!” The stands erupt into cheers once again as all the players finally land, stretching their muscles and teasing each other. Albus approaches Jones again and shakes his hand warmly. Thelma is petting Talkalot on the head who is pretending to be devastated while Thurman is chatting to Will and Keegan. Leo is teasing Macmillan about all the work he had to put into that game and Lily is bickering with Jess Turpin about one of her Bludgers.

“Miss Weasley,” a voice says behind me and I turn to see Aiden Brookes standing there, holding out his hand.

“Brookes,” I smile, shaking the offer hand. “Nice game, you gave us quite a scare at one point,” I laugh.

“What can I say, I do my best,” he chuckles before the storm of students floods onto the pitch and he is immediately swept into Hatty James’ embrace before she goes over to congratulate her sister.

~X~

That evening, when the noise in the Gryffindor common room becomes a little too much to bear, I slip out and head for the small courtyard on the west side of the castle. The sun has long since set and there is a slight chill in the air now. Heading over to my favourite alcove, I notice it is already taken.

The figure is slumped against the cold, stone wall, his wrists resting on his knees as he stares out over the grounds. It takes me a moment to realize it is Logan Moon. Pausing, I debate whether to leave him in peace or approach him but there is something sad about his stance and I am drawn forward.

“Moon,” I murmur, alerting him to my presence. He barely starts, just looks over in my direction, his face half hidden in shadows.

“Weasley,” he responds, his voice low and rough.

“May I?” I ask, indicating to the bench he is sitting on and he nods, moving his feet up a little to give me some room.

“Congratulations on the game,” he murmurs, returning his gaze to the grounds.

“Thanks,” I smile. We just sit there is silence as I try to figure out what to say. In the end I don’t have to.

“I don’t want your pity Weasley,” he sighs at last, not looking away from whatever he is staring at.

“Well it’s a good job you don’t have it then,” I respond sharply. “I’ve no reason to pity you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because Gryffindors have trouble keeping their voices down,” shrugging, I pull my knees up to my chest. “Why are you out here?”

“I wanted to be alone,” he murmurs.

“If you would like me to leave, you need only ask.”

“I… It’s okay,” he sighs again and we return to silence. Moon is the one to break it again. “I haven’t… I haven’t spoken to him since we got back,” he confesses quietly and I don’t need to ask to know he’s talk about Hugo. “It’s been three weeks and I’ve barely seen him.”

“How long have you known that you were into guys?” I ask.

“A while I suppose,” Moon shrugs, clearly uncertain were the question came from.

“Hugo’s always been attracted to girls,” I start to explain. “He’s never had to really question his sexuality before because he just assumed he was straight…. But then you came along and threw all his preconceived ideas about himself right out the window. He’s confused and he needs time to come to terms with this new outlook on his life. He cares about you and you already know that. And I’m guessing you care about him too… So give him time and he should come back to you.”

“I just miss him,” Moon whispers.

“I know,” I smile. “But not everyone can be as self aware as you are.”

“But that’s the thing, I’ve always been so sure of myself but your brother threw a spanner in those works as well. He’s got me second guesting every minute we’ve spent together and it’s scaring me shitless because I don’t know what to do and I don’t know how I’ll handle it if he never comes back and even if he just wants me to be his friend I swear I would do it even though I want so much more and I’ve never felt like that before and I just-” he chokes of his rambling by biting his lips and seeing the usually self-assure Slytherin in such a mess breaks something inside of me and I’m reaching forward before I know what I am doing.

“Logan,” I say gentle, tilting his head up by the chin so that I can meet his eyes. “It’s going to be fine, my brother is to selfish to deny himself what he really wants for too long. He’ll come back to you, however he chooses. But he will come back. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: he cares about you Logan Moon and my brother doesn’t truly care about many people. You were there for him when I wasn’t and that’s something I’ll always be grateful for. So thank you. And just be patient, hard as that may seem,” I smile.

Moon doesn’t move for a moment but then he’s suddenly shifting in his seat and my arms are suddenly full of uncertain Slytherin. Strange as the situation is, I don’t laugh, I just put my arms around him in return and pull him in closer.

“You’re a good person Rose,” he mutters at last, pulling away and ruffling his hair awkwardly. “No matter what everyone says.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I chuckle. “Now I’m going to leave you in peace,” I add on, standing up and straightening my robes. “You Slytherins better train hard if you want a chance at beating us for the cup in a few weeks – our huge win over Ravenclaw has put us back in the running,” I smirk.

“That confidence will be the down fall of you Gryffindors,” he chuckles in response and gives me an awkward wave as I head back inside.

~X~

I head down to Great Hall for dinner early on Sunday, having arranged a study session with Faye afterwards. When I reach the top of the Grand Staircase, a voice calls my name from somewhere in the corridor behind me and I turn around. It says a lot that I no longer recognize Dave’s voice instantly.

“Rose,” he says again, clearly a little out of breath from catching up to me. “Hey.”

“Can I help you with something?” I ask with a pointed eyebrow.

“I… I was just wondering if we could talk-” he starts and flinches at the expression on my face, holding his hands up defensively. “I’m not going to try anything, I swear, I just… I would just like to talk, if that’s okay,” he says slowly, clearly afraid I’m going to bolt. But something in his eyes holds me there and curiosity has me nodding once sharply. His shoulders visibly relax and he gestures towards an empty classroom to our left.

Following him inside, I close the door and lean back against it. Dave paces up and down for a couple of seconds before coming to a halt and resting his hands on a desk a few meters away from me, breathing deeply before looking up.

“You saw me with her, didn’t you?” he cuts to the chase, holding my gaze “With Morrish.” I don’t bother feigning innocence and just nod, keeping my arms crossed over my chest. “I’m not going to ask you to forgive me, I know what I did was wrong and I’m not going to bore you with the details but… I just need you to know why. It doesn’t in anyway excuse what I did but I just… I want to get it off my chest,” he continues, looking back down at the desk.

“Being with you,” he starts. “Being with you scared the living shit out of me.” He is directing his words to the desk and I can see his knuckles whitening from where he is gripping the edge so tightly. “I’d had girlfriends before you and they all seemed great but it was so easy to let them go – they didn’t really mean that much to me,” he continues. “But then there was you and you were supposes to just be another name on the list, you were suppose to date me for a few weeks and then I would politely break up with you and that would be it. But you had to go and screw that up for me,” he snorts. “You made me actually want to be in a relationship. For the first time in a long time, I considered really letting someone in. And that scared the hell out of me. You made me want to be a better person, Rose,” he finally looks up at me and the expression on his face is more open than I have ever seen it before, even when we were dating.

“You made me want to be a better person,” he repeats, holding my gaze again. “And that terrified me. I panicked, I didn’t know what to do, my mum had just sent me a letter telling me she was getting married again, my dad had been hospitalized with alcohol poisoning again and Georgiana- she was just there and Ravenclaws are suppose to be smarts Rose but she fell for every one of my goddamn lies and… There is no excuse for what I did and sometimes I hate myself for it because it cost me the best thing in my shitty life,” he exhales, catching his breath, his words getting quieter towards the end.

“So there it is,” he says, letting go of the desk and spreading his hands wide. “And I know it doesn’t make up for anything but I just wanted to tell you – you deserve that much,” he smiles sadly, shrugging his shoulders a little. “And I’m sorry. I know it probably doesn’t mean much but I’m sorry.” He stands there, looking at me, the sad smile still tugging at his lips and I am completely lost for words. “You don’t have to say anything. You were never one for many words.

“I know we can never go back to how we were – there’s too much hurt between us – but I was just hoping to get rid of some of the bitterness. There’s no point in it,” he shrugs again.

“Okay,” I find myself saying. “Okay.”

A little of the sadness falls away from Dave’s smile. “Shall we go get dinner then because I’m starved,” he suggests and I nod, pulling open the door and waiting for him to follow. “I do have one question though – you don’t have to answer if you don’t want – but… Why Malfoy of all the people you could have been dating behind my back, why did it half to be Malfoy?” his voice is so miffed but there’s a smile on his face and I can’t help but laugh.

“We were- We were never actually dating, you know,” I confess with a chuckle.

What!”

“He owed me and it was my twisted way of saving face,” I shrug.

“You mean rather than punching me and hexing my ass off like a normal girl would have done, you pretended to be dating the one guy that seriously hates my guts?” Dave gasps, horrified. “Leave it to you to be original in your revenge, that’s been bugging me for years,” he huffs.

“In my defence, it wasn’t actually all that well planned out – I had no idea the two of you hated each other already and he was just the first person in the crowd,” I explain.

“Well luck was on your side,” Dave chuckles as we enter the Great Hall. The Hall is full now, my plan for being early out the window and the Gryffindor table barely has any places left. Dave and I make our way over to where Albus and Bethan are arguing about their latest Muggle Studies project. Lily shoots me a half hearted glare as I sit down beside Albus and Dave sits next to me. Across the table Martha Henderson and Lucy are outright staring at us, Lucy’s face an ugly shade of red and darkening. Even Albus shoots us a confused look.

“Can I have the potatoes please,” I gesture to the dish down the table and Dave instantly reaches for it and that’s when Lucy loses her shit. And I really should have seen it coming but I was too caught up in Dave’s confession and there was little I could have done to stop it anyway.

“What the fuck!” she spits. “What the actual fuck Rose?” she continues, her voice increasing in volume and people are starting to look over. It’s not that I’ve never been yelled at before, I’ve been yelled at plenty of times by pissed off girlfriends but somehow I’ve never been yelled at in the Great Hall. And the stares are prickling at my spine.

“Lucy…” Bethan tries, reaching out to her. But Lucy yanks her hand away, shoving her dishes aside and standing up.

“What the fuck are you playing at,” she hisses. “I only paid you to kiss him! Not to fucking make him fall in love with you, you fucking homewrecker.” And as insults go, that one was pretty mild. But I can hear the whispers starting.

“Wait, what?” Dave frowns. “She paid you to kiss me?”

“Oh my god,” Lily gasps a little way down the table.

“Rose-” Bethan reaches forward.

“I’m so confused,” Albus mutters.

“Yes!” Lucy practically screams, her red hair coming loose from it’s pins and framing her face like a flame. Martha shrinks in her seat beside her. “I paid Rose Weasley to kiss my boyfriend!” her voice is manic now and every eye in the Great Hall is upon us, a vaguely notice a teacher striding towards us but it’s too late. “Rose Weasley made me pay her to test my boyfriends loyalty,” she continues, to angry to stop now. “And I bet I’m not the only one! I bet that’s what you do, isn’t it Rosie? You target insecure girls, feeding them ideas about cheating boyfriends and then offer them you ‘services’!” she yells and finally the Professor is here, grabbing Lucy by the shoulder and trying to get her to calm down. “Get off me!” she screeches.

“Miss Weasley, please,” the teacher begs. But people aren’t looking at them any more. They’re looking at me. Because there is truth behind Lucy’s words and so many of them know it.

Standing up, I brush down my robes and avoid everyone’s eyes. I should have known this would blow up in my face one day. But there is only a month left of school and I had become lax. I had let my guard down. And nothing good ever comes of it.

Flicking my hair over my shoulder, I stride purposefully down the gap between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables and out of the Great Hall.




Author's Note

Hello lovely readers! So here's another chapter and Rose's secret is finally out. Is anyone really suprised though? Hope you enjoyed it, sorry about the lack of Scorpius once again but he is definitely in the next chapter! Thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated,

Irish Myth.



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