Angelgirl18647: Shh….I retired from fanfiction a while back, thus this story doesn't mean my comeback…..but after re-reading the WHOLE series for the midnight premier and lots of fanfiction I just couldn't resist this one!

Namine94: Trust me it's been burning in the back of her head for a week now

Angelgirl18647: I don't own Harry Potter…..if I did then Ginny would have had a more prominent role, there would have been more foreshadowing of their relationship not just the start of the sixth book, and this would be canon now wouldn't it?

Flower Children

Chapter One: Don't Tell Dad, But I'm Dating...

It's not that I hate my name, I love it for it's the one my parents chose for me and the one I'll always have. Rose aka Rosie to few special people Weasley. A first name that dominates in major famous literary works and literary minds, such as…

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." From Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2 Lines 48 and 49

"But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose." -Anne Bronte, a muggle writer doomed to be both decades if not centuries before her time and to have some of the worst luck in literary history.

"A single rose can be my garden….a single friend, my world" Leo F. Buscaglia, an American wizard who according to some library books I found while helping Lily with her Potions and Charms papers (again) was advocating for House unity and peace and love during the rise of Voldemort.

Roses represent the never ending feeling of love and passion. Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, presented a rose to Eros, the god of love. Roses can convey various sentiments, according to number and color.

Yes, I remembered those quotes off the top of my head along with their origins.

Yes I have memorized the meaning of roses from some website called flowermeanings.

Yes I understand this may seem like overkill to some.

No, you may not judge me.

I have no problems with my name whatsoever, I love it in fact for I am a red rose from a loving, though admittedly crazy, family that has a thorn or two.

I hate the fact that every stupid bloke I've ever liked has given me one saying some stupid line like…

"I will love you until the last rose dies." With a stupid chocolate rose that I didn't destroy when that bloke broke up with me; nope didn't destroy it, I merely just mutilated it.

"These roses are only a fraction as beautiful as you, Rose."

Or the best (or worst in my opinion for it's SO overused) line ever…

"A rose for my Rose."

I swear every bloke I've ever dated has used that line once and every one of them mentally got checked off for having the creatively of a tablespoon, maybe even a teaspoon. A tip for men, you don't win points from copying from others. Being creative and doing something special that relates to the girl you like or her interests or something will earn you way more bonus points that some cheap flowers and a line found on Google you wrote down in pen on your arm right before your date.

Trust me; that will just end with an eye roll and possible ink poisoning.

Thud

"YES! I got that git right between the eyes!" Lily rooted at her first decent shot of the day. I rolled my eyes, we weren't going anywhere today and despite being up for hours that was the first dart that actually hit Lily's target, although plenty somehow hit me. I was an easy target due to my refusal to move an inch in my bean bag chair; chairs neither Lily or I were in any hurry to move from, not like we had any reason to and none of our annoyingly in your face family would be able to reach us thankfully.

Telephone? Ripped the chord out of the wall.

Foo Network? Disconnected, we called some time last night (or maybe this morning?) and told them Lily and I were going on vacation and how we wanted to disconnect for a few days to stop our brothers from coming in and stealing our food when they eventually ran out and couldn't be bothered to buy more. Lucky for us, the witch on the other line turned out to be an exgirlfriend of my dear cousin James, who went on a tangent about how lazy he was and how he probably would do that in a heart beat and she disconnected it without asking anymore questions.

Apparition? I'd like to meet the witch or wizard strong enough to get past Lily and I's Anti-Apparition charms; they would have to as powerfull as God or have a deathwish (I'm banking on a combo of both)

Needless to say, after all those failed our family would probably take the hint that we wanted to be alone (or atleast our mom's would and they would force everyone to do the same or face bat boogie hexes well into the New Year).

I looked out the window and saw the sun rising (or setting, who knows really how long we've been like this) and my stomach aches. I usually would have made some breakfast (or dinner?) by now but I don't want to cook and Lily may kill us if she does. Maybe we could go out to eat, I look over at the double locked door and sigh.

Having someone deliever food is way better than going out anyways for in our home we're safe from stupid boys. Our home, I'm not going to lie, isn't big but it's...right. A small two bedroom flat in a college town miles from home isn't much, but it's all Lily and I have that belongs to us and solely us. It's built like an endless hallway, with doors seemingly leading to nowhere an effect which remind me so much of my own personal wonderland at times.

The first room is the tv room, which you literally walk straight into the moment you open the door. Like the bedrooms it has carpet, a peculiar shade of grey, which stands out against the rest of the flat which is mainly composed of hardwood floors (save for the kitchen which has tile). A large to the point of being obnoxious sits on a black tv stand on the far wall, right next to the window. Surrounding it are a red couch and loveseat duo that Lily DIDN'T take out of some woman's cart at the flea market a month before we moved in; especially not after worrying the poor woman into leaving the market and her cart by giving her son a piece of candy that WASN'T a fever fudge.

She didn't do any of that, because than I would have to report her to grandpa Weasley. And reporting family to other family is bad children.

But taking fudge candies from strange ladies at flea markets is just stupid.

In the corner by the window forever sits my bookshelf which is now overflowing with books and pooling onto a small desk next to it. Usually in the center there's a glass coffee table full of remotes that neither Lily or I know go to what, save for the one that goes to the television, but we're too afraid to throw out; however today that table has been pushed up against the wall and replaced with two bean bag chairs. I look just to the left of the bookshelf and see the barely there wall that seperates this room from the kitchen (the realitor called it a bar but even that's a stretch, it's just a random wall that they slapped a piece of marble ontop at best). A small walkway connects the tv room to the hall that makes the backbone of the flat.

Sliding across the wooden floors down this seemingly endless place is the most fun a girl can have in my opinon. A few feet into it and you come across two doors, one on each side of you. One leads to the bathroom, and one to the laundry room (another favorite game of mine to do is to play which door with Hugo when he visits for he never can remember which door actually leads to the bathroom). Futher down you come up to a door on your right, this is Lily's room a fact made obvious by the sign on the door stating, 'Lily Potter's Rooom, You Must be a Brave Soul to Come in Without Knocking'. How she managed to put three o's in room, and yet somehow been a ravenclaw is beyond me.

Her bed sheets are a dark purple with white sheets and black pillows, her walls are plum with a white line across the top of the wall and a black one along the bottom. Her carpet is a light purple (almost white) except for a small corner of her room where it's stained beyond help. Just above her bed was a small crystal chandelier, every light having what appeared to be a small (thankfully fake) cornish pixies, each guarding a lightbulb. In the corner, by her bed, sat a black bean chair and above it were the childlike scribbles that baby Colette did when her daddy Teddy let her wander away from him and into her cousin's room; Lily always said it was an eyesore and how she was going to paint over the crayola made bother but it's been months and it's still there. Next to the window, which was right across from the door with the bed in the right wall, was her painting area. The whole left wall was covered with her paintings, whether it be Hogwarts or portraits of her friends, family and a few enemies, I glared at two idiots in particular, she captured them all and placed them all over that wall making a collage of sorts. All the furniture (bed, dresser and small bedside table) was made from a cherry wood which gave off some redish hue.

It was a room that seem to ooze Lily Luna Potter from it's very core.

Finally when you reached the end of the hallways, was my room (which unlike Lily's didn't come with door art). My room was less...purple (Lily's favorite color if you didn't catch that) and more...earthy I guess you could say.

My bed was right across from my door so on those bad days (or when I'm bored) I could just run right in and jump in. My sheets were a pure white with black, brown and red pillows (about six in all) thrown lazily ontop with a red blanket with a huge golden R on it, given of course to me by grandma Weasley, laid out on the bottom of my bed. My walls, at first being the same confused grey as the carpet in the tv room, were painted a rich garnet with a chocolate brown border along the top and bottom. The carpet was white like my bedsheets but a mismash of red and brown carpets covered over it in random spots giving it a sort of patched look. In the far corner was my white bean bag chair, with a little red pillow most likely still sitting there, on the left hand side of it was my atleast six feet tall red light and next to it was my desk. Ontop was my desk was my laptop with the cherry blossom cover and my book cube.

Yes I have a small book cube.

It's a small spinning yellow cube, that's missing two of it's walls, fastened onto my desk.

I keep the books I am reading currently in there so I don't have to walk back and forth from my room to the tv room on the OTHERSIDE of the flat.

Yes I am really that lazy.

Don't judge me.

I'm alot like my mother in the sense that I love to read but alot different in the sense I'm not one for studying. I am in love with the fictional works and I could never really get into my text books unless they reminded me of a piece I already read or was planning to (why I did so well in the history of magic course in Hogwarts, if you try hard enough the whole thing reads like a fairy tale worth of the Grimm Brother or an epic in some areas). My father used to joke saying,

"She's definately our daughter! She's the only girl who would skip out on studying to read books bigger than her textbooks that have nothing to do with magic whatsoever!"

The most prominent feature in my room has to be my windows though, they take up half my right wall. They're taller than me and give me the best view of the city below us. The frame is black so I used black instead of brown curtains on it. One day I want to put a small table and some chairs that way Lily and I can eat in here and just enjoy the view I guess. Just like Lily my stuff is also made of cherry wood (two for one sales = amazing for a...frugal buyier like myself).

Does my room reflect me? I guess, but who's to say really...

THUD

"I got that git again!" Lily did a little mini victory dance in her chair. Whoo, two hits in 5 plus hours!

My cousin Lily sat next to me in her huge red with little white polka dots bean bag chair. Her hair, which was a few shades lighter than mine, was creating an almost halo around her head as it pooled in the small craters of the chair. Her skin was fair and freckle free, unlike mine and her hazel eyes squinted upwards at her target. She went for her longing around the house look today, a huge tee-shirt (his tee-shirt I noted) and a pair of black leggings. She chuckled evilly and threw another projectile at her target. Her target, you may ask?

A picture of her boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend judging on who you ask) mounted on dart board hanging over her head.

Under normal conditions I would reprimand her, stating how dangerous it was for her to be throwing sharp object just over her head where they may topple back down to Earth at any moment, how this was in no healthy way to get over a (not)breakup and how she was being melodramatic.

However, as of this moment I had no right to talk since Scorpius's seventh year picture was hanging over my head with a dart right in his stupid grey eye.

Tap Tap

I somehow manage to escape the death like grip the sinking action of a bean bag chair holds and crawl over to the window. On the ledge sat three bouquets, one of lilies and two of roses. One of the lilies and one of the roses each were no more than five or so flowers big, wrapped with pink and white ribbons respectively with matching note cards poking out from underneath the ribbons. The other rose bouquet however didn't fit on the ledge whatsoever and forced the poor owl to hover just above it, all the while the thorns were cutting into it's little...claws.

"Look what the owls dragged in," I said bitterly.

Lily rolled over and hissed. She apparently hated being sent her namesake from bumbling boys as much as I do.

"Pay the owls, bleach the flowers and hex those gits."

Bah…how did this all happen?

I believe I can blame this all on my family. And alittle firewhiskey but mainly stupid perfect beautiful veela cousins with some blame also going to The Guide to Protecting Your Daughter's Vitrue From Those Who Threaten It and boys who don't know what they're feeling.

The Night Before

Tonight was the annual, Potter/Weasley (It Should just be renamed Weasley in my opinion….everyone who attends except for Teddy has either Weasley for a name or in Lily, Al and James's case half Weasley blood in them) winter holidays gathering. I say gathering for it begins as a party at the Burrow on Christmas Eve, which no one ever really leaves. Every year my aunts and uncles say they're going to but then I find Al wrestling Hugo in Hugo's room at 3AM, Lily in the corner of my room with a teddy bear she stole from me back when I was ten, Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry passed out on the couch, Teddy and Vic. asleep in a closet Hugo stuffed them in three hours ago, Fred and James punching each other in their sleep on the kitchen floor and so on…

Needless to say, one never needs a TV around here for just the family is entertainment enough (that and Grandpa would most likely accidently destroy it trying to discover the secret behind electricity)

This year would be better than most, for not only had I finally moved into my own flat and away from that madness, tonight I would also introducing my boyfriend to my family. Which should be...interesting to say the least. Atleast I'm bringing home a boy that they know already, not like when Lily brought home some Hufflepuff no one knew and barely spoke but expected us all to love him in twenty seconds.

But even though they know him won't stop the reactions from being everywhere.

Al will be alright with it for he's one of his best mates. James will be jumping for joy, because according to Lily he and Hugo had a bet since the end of my sixth year that we would eventually date which also meant that Hugo would be whiney about us because he lost 5 galleons. Lily would be elated for it was her crazy matchmaking that got us together, though she admits that she wasn't trying to get me and him together, she was trying to get me and ANOTHER boy (she'll never tell me who though) together and we just collided together somehow. I ignored this detail and just was happy I did "collide" with him.

Aunt Ginny (which sounds alot like ant giddy if you say it fast enough) and Mom probably saw this coming after that hexing battle I got into a hexing battle with a boy last year and I ran right over to talk to him; on the other hand I may have successfully blindsided every other Wealsey male and Uncle Harry (a fact I take pride in). Aunt Fluer will be giddy and start talking about love while her daughter may very well kill me due to her fancying him since day one of her first year (not my fault he wasn't interested). Molly, Lucy and Roxanne will tackle me screaming how could I keep such a piece of gossip from them futher proving my dad's point that you can't keep Weasley women from gossiping and if you try to keep something from a Weasley woman she'll eventually find out and attack you if the infomation is juicy enough and you kept her out of the loop.

My dad's reaction?

Oh Albus, I don't want to think about that. Not talking about Albus S. Potter, talking about Albus Dumbledore (never was good at calling teacher's by their last names shoot throughout my years I repeatly accidentally called Headmistress McGonagall Minerva). Albus Potter will never be as awesome as his namesakes. I mean come on, the greatest wizard of all time and the wizard who was able to undermine Voldermort for years while staying deep within his intercircle and never once get sucked into the dark himself? That's pretty amazing.

Wait...what was I talking about?

Oh right, daddy's reaction. He's going to have a brain leak (best way to describe it). I don't know why though! My boyfriend has been visiting us ever holiday for...five years or more now. He probably would have been long before but his family always traveled on holiday making it difficult to visit friends. He even got his parents to come the last few years, his mother was giddy to see everyone but his dad seemed uncomfortable, which makes sense I guess. However that won't stop my dad from blowing up on him when he finds out despite the past years of playing wizard chess and quidditch he would suddenly be the boy who now threaten my "vitrue" as daddy put it. He would question every time he spent in the house and wonder if it was just a plow to get with me and interrogate him to the fullest extent of the law, which seeing how the upper levels of the Ministry of Magic was made up of mostly Weasleys and Potters (none of which would stop him, except maybe mom) would be up to almost maiming him at best.

All of this trouble because I'm dating Lysander Scamander.

Angelgirl18647: Haha, bet you all thought she was dating a certain Malfoy, nope. Don't worry it shall be revealed in time though. I didn't mean to take so much time on the description of the house and the room though, it's just...I think you can infer bits of their personalities from it don't you?

Namine94: Um...

Angelgirl18647: REVIEW AND TELL ME ANY THING YOU PICKED UP ON THE GIRLS FROM THE DESCRIPTION OF THE HOUSE! I put little details about them in there and I was hoping some of you can pick up on it.

Namine94: Now you may be wondering..."wait if's she's dating the dude who's name rhymes why is she pissed at our loveable Malfoy?"

Angelgirl18647: Well review and find out!