Rosalie's story isn't a pretty one. Sure, she's nice looking. A few decent boys look her way and she acknowledges them. Not to mention she is a wonderful student at Beauxbaton Witchcraft Academy for Girls. Her friends are wonderful as well. Rosalie is an only child who comes from a wealthy family with parent's who love her. But that's where the problem comes in. They love her, and it only make's life harder in the end. Especially, when she feels like stabbing them in the back.
Her memories are the things she treasures. They remind her of who she is, where she's from, and that she is the one making her life what it is... kinda. She treasures her memories, except of course, for those that contain him. He is the son of Rosalie's father's closet friend, or as she often says, the only one who she has a loathing for that she doesn't quite understand, and the same seems to be said for him.
What makes it worse is that it's his fault she is trapped in Herald Manor all summer long.
"Rosalie dear, listen. Your father and I have been called away for an emergency meeting with the French Ministry. I'm afraid you will have to greet Draco your self. I'm sorry."
That's right. Him. The only one worse then You-Know-Who himself... well, maybe not… But Draco's parents are supposed to be on a third honeymoon in Japan, all summer long. His father doesn't exactly trust Draco alone, not that anyone would blame him for it. So Rosalie's father offered to let Draco stay there at Herald Manor. That wouldn't normally have bothered her as much as it is. But Rosalie and her friends had been planning a trip to New York City for a little muggle style shopping for the past eight months. To her dismay, Rosalie's mother is a hospitable person. She is making her stay home to keep Draco company.
It was absolutely ridiculous. Rosalie and her friends had spent the past eight months for Merlin's sake, planning for this trip. And in a single moment of valiance, her father manages to bring that very planning straight to the ground without even a worthy struggle to stop it?
Rosalie had successfully been giving both her parents the silent treatment for two weeks… it had been successful up to this point. "I heard you mom! Go already! Have fun! See you in a week!"
There was silence for a while and Rosalie thought maybe she had already gone and maybe missed Rosalie's outburst. But she was out of luck. "Love you hone, make sure you tell Demy to take a look at my dinner menus for the cocktail party next month."
The front door closed. Rosalie groaned out loud, throwing the latest issue of Teen Witch into the hall, toward some unseen source of sudden anger.
The clock above her bedroom door made it evident that she had twelve minutes to rid the house of anything that Draco would find, causing perpetual embarrassment for all of eternity. She wandered through the halls, kitchen, and various guest rooms, taking embarrassing pictures, stuffed animals, and various objects then stuffed them in a box, and then placed the box in the attic. She had used up only a total of five minutes.
Vaguely, Rosalie knew she needed to be distracted when Draco walked through the door, so as not to take the nearest object and hurl it at his head for old times sake. That was when the idea of the stereo popped into her head. It was perfect. It had been ages since any decent music had been played in the funeral home her parents called a manor. And since her parents were gone, there was basically no volume limit.
"Demy!" Rosalie called, running to her dad's muggle style rec room, "Don't freak, I'm just turning up the stereo."
There was a distant squeak and the sound of the sweet, innocent little house elf running to the attic for cover. Rosalie tried not to laugh, about the last time the deranged house elf had nearly suffered a heart attack when the bass thundered loudly throughout the house. Rosalie had never warned her that time.