Title: Those Girls

By: J.A. Hartman

Summary: I'm not like one of those girls. I'm not well-read, I don't cross my legs when I sit, I would never be caught dead in a sweater set. There are rips in my tights, and usually a bottle of firewhiskey in my grip. I, Rose Weasley, am pregnant. It may be strange to me but to them I'm just another one of those girls.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Chapter 1: Different

I'm not like one of those girls, the ones who sit at the end of the tables and avoid my curious gaze. I look them over. They're weird, and quiet...they don't dress quite right, and they're anything but sexy. They don't know how to wear their hair so they leave it hanging down their backs all frazzled and frizzy or they keep it up in a ponytail or tight bun, maybe they don't know how to wear it any other way, maybe they don't want to bother with it, maybe(Heaven forbid) they like it that way. It's not as if they're ugly really...just bland, lonely, boring. The point is I am not like them. And sometimes I wonder if I would be happier if I were.

You see, I'm a Weasley, and with the name comes certain...obligations. My parents were all jolly good friends with the teachers, and what this means is that they feel it is their duty and right to know everything about my life and intercede whenever they feel it is necessary. And this isn't just me! They know everything about all of the Potters, all the Malfoys, all the Weasleys. We put on our best act around them (well most of us at least), we make sure to look like we're studying when really we're bent over the Marauders Map, we look like we're rushing to class when really we're running late to a mid-afternoon firewhiskey session to get us through the day. We're really quite the troublemakers and if they knew, then so would our parents. So I sit at the very end with my many many cousins who share the same obligations as I to appear perfect, sweet, and studious.

My cousin Lily is sitting across the way from me taking tiny bites of her toast as she reads over The Daily Prophet completely immersed in what she's doing, her long sheen of red hair creating a curtain for her to hide behind as she reads. Dom peaks over her shoulder whenever Lily changes her facial expression. James roughs up his hair with one hand and the other drapes his girlfriend's waist. She looks awfully familiar but James insists he's never dated her before. His lips make their way to her neck every once in awhile and she preens under the attention, happy to be noticed...for now at least. He brings a new girl around about every two weeks "Exercising his options." he says. I feel bad for them really, he picks them up and drops them again so quickly I can hardly keep track. The only real positive for me is that I never have to remember their name.

"Have you guys met Jessica?" He asks us his lips leaving her neck, brown eyes sparkling with lust. I play along of course even though I disapprove of his philandering.

"You're in my Arithmancy class aren't you Jessica? Funny but you look just like this girl Laura...you remember Laura don't you James?" Well, I mostly play along. Jessica blushes slightly and glances back at the Ravenclaw table where Laura (James' last girlfriend) is staring daggers at her back.

James furrows his brows as if to say 'shut your mouth' and I stick out my tongue.

"I"m sorry Jessica, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you in Arithmancy. Be nice James." I smirk and stand up, with one playfully disapproving glance at my manwhore of a cousin.. I'm not hungry in the slightest and sitting through a breakfast during which James and 'Jessica' will be making out the whole time sounds about as interesting as watching paint dry. And besides, in approximately an hour I have to step onto the quidditch pitch for the biggest quidditch game of the year. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. James has been drilling us non-stop all week and I've felt ready all week...but now that the day is here, I can't shake the nerves. If we lose James'll have our heads, and then once he's done having our heads the Slytherins will mock us into isolation. Let me tell you, it's scary how serious I am about that. However, I'm only a chaser and not under as much pressure as James who's a seeker facing off against his own brother, Al. Suppose that explains the morning PDA, he's got to let off his steam somehow. It's going to be an interesting game.

I make my way to the Gryffindor tower humming to myself and smiling at those I know as I go, sometimes sending a wry look. The Gryffindor common room is buzzing with activity as people prepare for the game. There's a group of 3rd years in the corner putting together a sign, I see my brother look around cautiously before one of his little friends hands him a bottle of what appears to be mead.

"Oy!" I yell at him as I go by and manage a quick slap to the back of his head. I try to pretend not to notice when he takes another large swig before laughing with his friends. I am pleased to find as I enter my dormitory that everyone else seems to be preparing for the game or having lunch. I peak at myself in the mirror and sigh at the thought of leaving my comfortable clothes for my quidditch robes. Everytime I wear the things I end up sweating like a pig. Sometimes when we win I don't even join in the celebrations and favor a bath where I can scrub off my own grime. I pull 'em out anyway though and jab the things with my wand trying to lessen their thickness and allow some air to the areas that get the warmest. Once I've finally finished placing vents in the armpits, sides, and legs I spread out on my bed and look at the ceiling.

I wish I looked as good as Dom would look in these quidditch robes. Of course no one looks stunning in a bulky wool outfit complete with knee and elbow pads, but something tells me that Dom would pull it off quite easily. She could make a potato sack look like a couture dress. I pick the ugly leather helmet that I've tossed aside off the floor and shove it on my head, and stand to leave, but not before I give my best movie star pose in the mirror to try and make myself feel better. Spoiler: it doesn't.

"Oh bloody hell..." I mutter when I stumble onto the quidditch pitch and see black clouds rolling in. I grumble a little as I drag my feet to the locker room.

"Rose! Where the ruddy hell have you been?" James scolds as I come grumbling into the gryffindor locker room.

"I'm only 5 minutes late, calm down mate." I scowl at him.

"Well perhaps next time I oughto chain you to my ankle that way I know you're around someone who takes this game seriously."

"Oh bugger off James. I'm here now and that's all that matters." He shoots me a glare but continues on with his stupid lecture. I sit down on one of the many benches and attempt to cross my legs which only results in an awkward and uncomfortable position which I hold for a few seconds before deciding against the lot of it. The lecture continues on for another ridiculous ten minutes, and I take none of it in. I don't particularly care what inspiring words James has to say to us today. I've heard them all before, and I believe it's the same for everyone else except for a small 2nd year named Hamish, who has just been put on the team. His eyes are bulging and tearing up more and more with every word James says. I giggle silently to myself but otherwise, continue to not pay any attention to my surroundings trying to enter my Quidditch bubble. I breathe in deep and let it out again, imagining the feeling of the wind on my face, the sound of the roaring crowd, the rush of adrenaline when I make a flawless goal. Breathe in. Breathe out.

James claps his hands bringing me back to earth and the rest of my teammates cheer and stand to gather their broomsticks. I join them lazily and grab my pathetic little nimbus 2000. We all hop on and zoom onto the quidditch pitch. My mind spins trying to remember where we're supposed to be and what we're supposed to be doing. I fly higher and higher taking position between little Hamish and Lily. I nod to her and suck in a deep breath waiting for the action to start. I shouldn't be nervous, I have been playing quidditch for 3 years now, but I still find my head spinning and my stomach queasy whenever we fight off against Slytherin. I look across the field and scoff when two slytherins high five each other and laugh. How are they so upbeat? We've beat them the last 5 times we've played against them. A loud booming voice breaks through the crowd and I smile at the sound of Fred Weasley's voice.

"Welcome welcome Hogwarts to a rather disgusting day to play quidditch! Lucky though we have two beautiful teams to lift our spirits for today's game: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor! Our captains James Potter, and his brother Albus Potter shake hands. Will they be able to put familial bonds aside to play a fair game today? Only time will tell! They mount their brooms and the quaffle is released! Rose Weasley dives down facing off against Douglas Fletchley they circle each other for a moment trying to grab the quaffle but Rose is quicker! She snatches the quaffle. My little cousin is moving quickly today! Rose rushes toward the Slytherin goal post movin-Oh watch out Rose! Rose ducks what could've been a nasty hit from a bludger by Scorpius Malfoy, and drops the quaffle which is snatched up by Albus."

"Bollocks!" I scream and waver on my broom for a moment. "Come on Hamish! Knock him off his broom!" I yell as I zoom past Hamish, rain stinging my face, trying to meet Jones before he reaches the goal posts.

"He passes to Jones. Jones heads toward the goal post….AND HE SCORES! THAT'S TEN POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN! Gryffindor you had better catch up quick! The newest member of the Gryffindor team Hamish, is looking around wildly, perhaps trying to find a bludger to hit? It's your lucky day Hamish! And that's a first score for our newest recruit! He's knocked Douglas Fletchley and-Hold on! Is that the snitch I see?" It's as if the whole of the team stops moving when they hear that. I see a speck of gold close to the Slytherin goal posts and point a knowing gaze in that direction trying to tip off James.

"James dives towards the ground but is rudely interrupted by Joe Cattermole! WAIT WHITBY SCORES! THAT'S ANOTHER TEN POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN!"

Its horrible. I'm watching Slytherin win, circling around the quidditch pitch, practically steaming with anger, but to my dismay they score again.

"Where is the bloody quaffle?!" I yell to my fellow chaser who looks just as confused as I do. Finally I see Whitby dip awkwardly as he avoids a bludger and he weaves again as James and Cattermole go zooming by chasing after the snitch. Whitby drops the quaffle and I move as quickly as I can and manage to snatch it. I hear Whitby curse and the Gryffindor stand roar, and I let the momentary joy wash over me as I manage to score. But before I know what's happening Brad Whitby is zooming toward me a look of rage on his face. I narrowly dodge his attempt to knock me from my broom and make sure to yell a slur of obscenities at his smug smirking face while the announcment rings out that Slytherin has scored again.

"Its James against Cattermole! They've clearly spotted the snitch and if one of them doesn't catch it soon they're going to wear themselves out. Here it is!" I want to be present in the game but I can't help but turn my head and watch as James and Cattermole go neck-in-neck rushing towards the Gryffindor goal posts. James reaches out his hand and then so does Cattermole, I'm holding my breath and in a flash it's all over and I can't tell who's won.

"JOE CATTERMOLE HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN IS TAKING HOME THE VICTORY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 6 YEARS! CONGRATULATIONS SLYTHERIN!" Half of the crowd goes wild while the other half begins booing and cursing. James looks as if he's about to cry. We all come to land on solid ground. Hamish throws off his helmet dramatically and I offer him a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Next time mate, it's only your first game."

"It's okay, James. I mean…we've won every year in a row against Slytherin. They were bound to catch up to us eventually right?" Isabelle Longbottom offers in an attempt to console.

"No…not right! I mean…bloody hell. We practiced, we were perfect! I mean Godric we're supposed to be the best!"I can't help but smirk at his cockiness. He's always been cocky.

"Can't win em all as they say." I mutter as I walk past him rolling my eyes as he curses at my back.

We're all sulking as we walk back to our dormitories to get dressed. The common room is completely empty. Everybody's already at the Slytherin common room where we're sure a keg of firewhiskey has already been cracked open. We're not quite ready for any sort of partying, considering our state of defeat and disgusting-ness.

I reach the dormitories at last and kick open my trunk. I pull out the outfit I was planning on wearing to what was supposed to be Gryffindors celebration and look at it for a little while. It's a pair of skinny jeans with black flats a low cut black rayon shirt a yellow floral kimono that hangs down past my rump and a pretty necklace with a peacock feather strung on. I fluff my red hair up a bit and apply the proper amount of make-up for a party and head out leaving my wand on my bedside table. Who needs magic when you have firewhiskey?

We reach the dungeons and are relieved when we see a first-year sitting outside to let people in, not wanting to bother with figuring out some strange dramatic password that the Slytherins surely love. Its obvious they have bribed him with firewhiskey as he's slurring a bit when he says the password. As soon as the portrait swings open there's an overwhelming smell of smoke and alcohol and the familiar scent warms my soul.

"Alcohol!" I say the moment I see Dom who is dancing in the middle of a crowd of guys with a bottle of honey mead in her hands. She hands me the bottle and giggles as one of the boys scoops her closer for a more intimate dance. I roll my eyes and take a swig. I look at the nearly full bottle and notice that Dom has gone from rubbing her rump into her mystery dates junk to snogging the idiot. This is good news for me as I doubt she'll come looking for the bottle any time soon. I smirk happily and take another swig letting the warmth of the alcohol spread through-out my limbs. My hips begin moving to the sound of the music and my head rolls back. It feels good to move but it feels even better to drink. Before I know it, the bottle is nearly empty and I am drunkety-drunk-drunk. I look around for Dom, or James, or someone, but they must have all paired off and disappeared because I am surrounded by a crowd of grinding Slytherins. I take one last swig of the delicious, life-sustaining honey mead and throw the empty bottle aside before collapsing onto one of the many couches. A drunken smile is plastered on my face when Scorpius Malfoy…who nearly killed me today, sits down next to me a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"You….should give meadrink of that." I reach for the bottle but he holds it just out of reach with a smirk.

"Should I now?" He asks clearly more sober then me.

"Yes you should you bugger, nearly killed metoday and I'll take this too." I grin and swipe the cigarette from his hand. I take in a long deep drag, savoring the taste and the instant nicotine high that makes my fingers tingle.

"Careful now; I hear the things will kill you."

"Funny, that's what they say about you , Scorpius Malfoy." I say seriously, putting my hand on his shoulder "Scorpius… now THAT is a horriblename. I'm so sorry that you have that name." Scorpius laughs as much as one can while still appearing annoyingly mysterious . I take another quick drag and hand the cigarette back to him. He takes a drag and wipes his mouth after a swig of firewhiskey before handing me the bottle with a wry sideways glance. I take a swig too and begin laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. I don't know why. It's not funny. "Scorp…I'm gonna call you that for now on…mkay?" He nods in agreement.

"I think that's the first time I have heard you speak my name, Rose Weasley."

"And such lovely timing I have because THAT is definitely the first time you have spoken mine." I say with a hiccup.

"I'll tell you what Rose, I'd love to dance with you to make up for nearly knocking you off your broom today."

"I can agree to that." I am flirting. I am flirting with Scorpius Malfoy, and dare I say it, he is flirting right back. I put out my hand and he stands up to take it like a gentleman. I rest my hand in his and find I don't have the energy to stand, but I do have the energy to laugh. I slap the bottle into his hand and stand up myself.

"Come now Scorp you've got to catch up to me quick if we have any hope of this being consensual." This time he really does laugh, a big guttural laugh, and takes a massive swig, gulping down the liquid thirstily until it's close to empty. I pull the bottle from him and toss it aside before pulling his hands to my hips and swaying against him. He begins to wobble a little as he moves but it doesn't stop him from running his hands up and down my waist. I grin lazily and pull him closer to me grinding my hips into his.

"Rose." He whispers and runs one hand through my hair "You have such pretty hair." Even though I'm bladdered to the point of no return, that doesn't stop me from blushing at his comment. I look back up at him and he's nearly an inch away from my face.

"Are you gonna kiss me Scorpius Malfoy?" I ask and stop dancing immediately, suddenly realizing the seriousness of this situation.

"Are you gonna let me?" I blush again and in the blink of an eye I press my lips against his. He tastes like alcohol, but I don't mind, I know that I do too. His lips are surprisingly soft and the heat of his breath is just as intoxicating as the mead that got me into this. I can feel the desire in his touch and smile into his lips "Let's go to your dorm." I whisper to him.

"Are you sure?" He asks pulling back, a little shocked by my bluntness.

"Scorpius…if you haven't noticed, I'm enjoying this, and you are clearly now just as drunk as I am and that makes this all okay." He smiles, and draws my hand to his, our gaze unbreaking, he leads me up the stairs to his dormitories. He stops to kiss me in the hall, then again when we reach the threshold, then again when we enter and I push him away playfully not wanting anyone to hear us. But it's empty. Usually at these kinds of parties there are couples in every bed in every corner and every bathroom. But here we are all alone. I lay down on one of the beds not knowing which is his and kick off my shoes I reach out a hand to draw him to me and he stumbles to get free of his pants and I laugh hysterically when he falls to the ground. I crawl off the bed and sit down next to him meeting my lips to his, searching his mouth for that heat once again. He pulls the cardigan from my back and holds me closer to him. His hands sneak their way to the zipper of my jeans and instinctively I pull a blanket off the bed and wrap it around my waist. I peel his shirt off his lean pale back and pull off my bra and my black rayon shirt in one fell swoop. He reaches out his hand and takes one breast in the palm of his hand running one finger over my nipple sending a shock of electricity through me. I suddenly feel urgent, the need to be closer to him fills me up and I fumble with his underwear and my own then crawl on top of him kissing his chest as I grow eager for the his touch, for every part of him. I position myself over his cock and meet his eyes, their drunk sultriness pulling me in.

"Do you have your wand?" He asks me and I lean forward to kiss him.

"No…" I whisper not giving a damn, eager for him to say it's okay. Eager to be filled.

"Rose…" He mumbles his breath shaking as I rub the head of his cock against my opening trembling with desire and practically panting.

"It's okay." I tell him my breathing heavy and my eyes half closed. "I'll take care of it tomorrow."

"Rose…"

"Scorpius…It's okay." I make eye contact with him and wait for his approval, he grins and nods and pulls my hips down upon his, letting his length enter my velvety heat at last. I let out a solid low moan and so does he. I grind my hips into his, rubbing my clit against his pelvis, searching for that perfect spot that feels so wonderful when I push against him. He lifts his hips to help me along and I am so thankful I bend down to kiss him and he moans into my mouth. Our rhythm matches each other and I feel that familiar warmth spreading through my belly and down my thighs, I close my eyes in concentration and brace myself against his chest grinding ever harder against him and savoring the sounds of his breath growing heavier. He grips my hips harder, and I feel a tight coil in me about to spring. He lifts his hips again and it sends me over the edge, colors burst before my eyes and my body tightens around his as I scream out his name in between gasps. He sits up and grabs me by the waist, flips me over and moves faster in me taking me for his own. A sly smug grin curls his lips as he looks down at me slowly pistoning in and out of my body making sure to draw out each moment. I'm trying to hold my own, steady my breathing, but I'm holding onto his neck and I am shaking and I find myself begging "Please! Oh please god." And he moves faster again his grin breaking into a frown of concentration a drop of sweat on his upper lip that I kiss away. Each movement is a wave of pleasure, his body reaching all those delicious little spots, and I feel myself about to come again, as my body begins to tighten around him and I gasp, and gasp, he lets out a loud grunt and slams his body into mine over and over until I feel him spill inside of me as I climax around his warm cock. Our moans match each others and he relaxes against my chest breathing hard as I release my legs draping them around his throwing my head back happily in conjugal bliss.

I listen as his breathing steadies, signaling he's fast asleep. I smile to myself and as I drift off to sleep I think to myself proudly, "I just fucked a Malfoy."

Authors note: Well there you have it! I have this story posted on a different site but have recently completely overhauled it as the original is...well let's just say this is much more tastefully done. Let me know what you think and where I can improve things. Thanks!