Rose Weasley was walking along the corridor to her next class. In a span of ten minutes, fifteen people had knocked into her. They stared AROUND her with glassy eyes when she said sorry each time. Rose wouldn't have minded as much apart from how her cousin, Lily had knocked into her and screamed, "Watch where you're.." stopped and then walked off in a daze. Rose couldn't understand what was going on till she tried to rub her eyes and couldn't see her hands.
Malfoy. She thought, spitting out the name in her head with disgust. She headed into the nearest bathroom and undid the disillusionment charm, wondering why she didn't realise that the "pronounced shiver" she experienced earlier was actually the sign that the charm had taken place. Scrutinising her reflection like any other girl her age, Rose sighed when she looked at herself. She had the Weasley hair and a few freckles that were only limited to her cheeks, of which she was extremely thankful for. Her size (courtesy of Grandma Molly) often gave her the appearance of being on the large side, which usually made her the guy's best friend instead of the girlfriend. She wished she was smaller. With a sigh, Rose headed to her next class, Herbology, plotting her revenge on her greatest enemy in Hogwarts. Apparently Uncle Harry had detested Malfoy's father in his time. Rose didn't mind the comparison; Uncle Harry was the best person she could have been compared to, what with all the incredible tales of his childhood. Thankfully she and Malfoy only sought to annoy, inconvenience and embarrass each other. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she hurt another person intentionally, even if it was Malfoy. She could only hope that Malfoy felt the same way. If it were really intense hatred like Uncle Harry and Draco Malfoy, she didn't think she would still be alive now.
In Herbology, she waited for the class to assemble before taking a careful aim and muttered a spell, just before Professor Longbottom told them to settle down. The next thing everyone knew, Malfoy was bestowed with a foot long purple Mohawk that would last for at least ten minutes before it was allowed to be transfigured back, instead of the signature blond Malfoy hair. The entire class burst into a peal of laughter, even Professor Longbottom couldn't hide his grin.
"Nice one, Rosie." said Al from beside her. This was one of the few classes that she and Al had together and she was always glad to have him around. She grinned at him and then launched into a complaint of the latest trick Malfoy had played on her.
A daring Gryffindor who was never without his camera, Royce Watson, managed to snap a picture of Malfoy with his new hair. Rose was fairly pleased of her handiwork till Malfoy glared at her and bewitched a paper aeroplane fly her way.
Get outside after class, Weasel. Greenhouse five. We'll settle this once and for all.
Scorpius Malfoy.
Rose snorted and crumpled the paper. These head on duels only occurred when either she or Malfoy had reached the other person's limit. Apparently getting rid of his precious blond hair was enough to warrant a duel. Yep this was her day to day life. School, playing pranks and aggravating Scorpius Malfoy. She thought back again to uncle Harry and how he had defeated Voldemort at the same age she was now and heaved a sigh. Here she was, Rose Weasley, who was nothing. How ironic. She often felt like she had inherited the worst traits from her family: her father's temper, her mother's fear of flying, her father's distaste of studying, Uncle George's troublemaking, Grandma Molly's size... If there was anything good about her, it would be that she was nice. Hmph. Nice. What a creative talent, she thought, as Professor Longbottom carried on talking animatedly. She didn't bother to listen especially when she was feeling so insecure about herself. Anyway, Al could help her with whatever it was.
Today, they were supposed to be slicing off petals of the Blosrec flower. It looked more like a clown than a flower to Rose, with its white petals, blood red centre and a jagged line at the bottom that could be mistaken for a mouth. Rose hated clowns ever since her dad had taken Hugo and her to a muggle theme park where a clown jumped out and scared her. Naturally, she left all the work to Al, who was pleased for more practice while Rose wondered how she would pass her NEWTs at the end of the year, with her lack of interest in studying.
It was too soon before class was over. Rose waved Al off, saying that she had a score to settle and headed in the direction of greenhouse five. There were five greenhouses in Hogwarts now, as compared to only three in her parents' time. The students were never allowed to use the last two. Apparently it housed strange and exotic plants. Rose didn't care, she never liked Herbology very much anyway but it was one of the few she didn't hate in comparison to something like Ancient Runes. Rose shuddered as she thought about her mother reminiscing fondly about (of all things) Ancient Runes when she had to choose subjects in her second year.
She found Malfoy standing stock still on an empty patch of land next to the greenhouse. He was looking down to the valley below, at the lake. The sun's rays reflected on the surface, making the ripples sparkle. Just then, the Giant Squid raised a tentacle out of the river and hurled an object onto the land. A Hinkypuff, she thought, recognising it from Defence Against the Dark Arts. Her focus then turned to Malfoy who looked like an angel with his blond hair and the way the wind blew his robes, though she would never admit that she ever thought Malfoy could look that way. It was probably because she rarely saw him in the sun except during classes which were held in the grounds and Quidditch matches. He looked so much better without that perpetual sneer he wore around her- whoa whoa back it up Malfoy does not look anything close to good! She thought harshly and cleared her throat.
Malfoy spun around lazily.
"About time, Weasel. I was about to go looking for you to suggest that you roll here instead of walk. It would probably be much faster."
Rose felt her cheeks turn red at the mention of her size. She wisely ignored his comment and positioned herself, then aimed a stunning spell at him. Malfoy blocked it easily and returned a body bind spell. On and on they went, blocking and casting spells at each other. There was so much chaos that when the window of the greenhouse shattered, neither of them knew who was responsible.
Before they could say a word, a huge green vine of about five metres long came snaking out at lightning speed towards them. The vine encircled their wrists, left for Malfoy and right for Rose, then disappeared. Rose could still feel it on her arm though, like a squishy handcuff. She could feel it and touch it but she just couldn't see it.
"Weasel! What is this bullshit?" Malfoy shouted.
"Now I'm supposed to know everything? I didn't smash the stupid glass you idiot!" She screamed back.
"Oh it fell off by itself, did it?"
"It could have been YOU for all we know! Will you quit shouting at me for once and figure out how to get this plant off first?" Rose retorted, glad that the was the first to regain her composure.
They attempted to prise the vine off their wrists but it was difficult considering how they couldn't see it. They tried blasting, cutting, hexing and every single spell they could think of but to no avail. Out of curiosity Rose trailed the length of the vine and found out that it connected to Malfoy's wrist. She gulped. She disliked the vine even more than she possibly thought she could. Meanwhile, Malfoy set about repairing the greenhouse lest any more plants tried to attack them.
They decided to head to Professor Longbottom. If anyone knew the answer to this strange vine, it would be him. Luckily for her Malfoy was silent on the way to the Professor's office. One more word from him and she would be ready to box his head out.
Professor Longbottom was not happy to see them. He was bordering on disapproval when Rose asked him how they could get the stupid thing off. Apparently he didn't realise that he had stupid plants, Rose thought.
"From what I've gathered," said Longbottom after ten minutes of flipping through thick and dusty books, "the invisible plant that is currently around your wrists is known as the Kadespina."
"That's very helpful." Malfoy drawled.
Longbottom ignored him. "The Kadespina was invented by an Italian witch, Kadespina Odre. She was the best Herbologist in Italy and dreamed of creating a plant that could connect two souls that are suitably matched for each other. She succeeded, when she introduced the Kadespina to the world in 2002". At this point, Malfoy and Rose were sporting equal looks of horror.
"The Kadespina is called the plant of true love. It's er, victims, will have to fall in love in order to remove the bond, or be physically tied to each other for the rest of their lives.
Oh crap, why me.