AN: This is a new story I'm trying to get started. Hopefully it works the way I plan it to. It's Rose/Abigail, but multi-chaptered. And I know many people don't ship Rose with a girl and all that, and Hanging By A Moment was kind of already about these two, but this is a different look at them. What if Rose had broken up with Abigail so that Abby could keep her parents acceptance instead of offering to let the girl move in with her? Set in Rose and Abigail's fifth year, but this chapter is set in the summer before that year.
Disclaimer: I only own the characters that you don't know from Harry Potter.
Rose Weasley stumbled up the stairs behind her girlfriend of a little over a month, clinging tightly to Abigail's hand as the smaller girl led her towards her bedroom, both of them giggling as quietly as they could.
"Would you be quiet, Weasley? If my parents wake up and find you here, I am in so much trouble. Dominique is coming to pick you up from here before she has to go to work in the morning, isn't she?" Abigail whispered the question, pulling Rose into her room and shutting the door.
"Yes, she is. And I've told you before you didn't have to invite me over here. We could have stayed at my house for another night" Rose replied, rolling her eyes as Abigail threw herself backwards onto the bed, motioning for Rose to come closer with her finger.
As soon as Rose was close enough, Abigail grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her down roughly onto the bed, rolling over and landing on top of her, a grin on her face.
"This honestly isn't fair" Rose grumbled, but the complaint died on her lips as Abigail leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Neither of them noticed the door opening, until a loud voice yelled, "What is going on here?".
The girls pulled apart to find Abigail's father standing in front of them, an angry, surprised look on his face.
"Mr. Phillips-" Rose started, moving quickly to get out from underneath Abigail, and standing quickly, leaving her girlfriend alone on the bed.
"Don't speak to me" Mr. Phillips growled, his voice low and dangerous as he turned to his daughter, tugging her up off of the bed and to her feet, keeping his grip on her arm.
"Get out of my house" he said to Rose, pulling Abigail out of the way to allow her to pass.
Rose swallowed and met his eyes.
"My cousin doesn't know to come and pick me up until morning, sir. Is there any way I can use your telephone to call my mum?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as steady as she could.
Mr. Phillips didn't seem to want to allow it at first but nodded finally and led her downstairs-without Abigail-and handing her the telephone, his eyes watching her carefully as she dialed the familiar number.
"Hello?" Hermione's sleepy voice greeted her, and Rose gulped, knowing that she was supposed to be asleep in her own bed at the moment.
"Mum, I know you're going to be upset with me, and you can be, because I deserve it. But I need you to come and pick me up from Abigail's. Please" Rose begged, her voice sounding so desperate that she hated it.
Hermione remained silent for a moment before letting out a sigh.
Rose heard ruffling on the other end of the line, and then her mother was speaking to her again.
"I'll be there in just a moment. We'll be having a discussion when I get you home, Rose. You know better" Hermione said, her voice stern.
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you on the front porch, mum. Thank you" Rose muttered quietly, ending the call and handing the phone back to Abigail's father, before looking up and meeting Abigail's eyes as the other girl started her way down the stairs.
Quickly she exited the house, shutting the front door behind her and letting out a shaky breath as she sat down to wait for her mother.
"What were you thinking, Rose Elizabeth Weasley? Sneaking out in the middle of the night and enlisting Dominique to help you. Have you completely lost your mind?" Hermione asked as they entered Rose's bedroom.
Rose remained silent.
Hermione noticed her daughter's lack of argument and stopped, her eyes scanning her face carefully.
"Rose?" Hermione asked.
"Her dad was so mad. And not just because I was in the house, because I could have handled that kind of mad, I could have. But he was mad because we were kissing, mum. He was absolutely disgusted that he had caught his daughter snogging a girl" Rose muttered, looking close to tears.
Quickly, Hermione gathered her daughter in her arms, kissing the top of her head lightly and running a hand through her hair.
"Rosie, some people just can't accept the things they don't understand. I know it doesn't make sense to you, because all of us accepted you and Abigail, Albus and Scorpius, and Louis and Austin without problem, but not everyone is that way" Hermione tried to explain, her own eyes starting to water a bit.
She had a bad feeling about what the man's disapproval meant for the relationship Abigail had with her daughter, and she didn't want to think about the thing that made Rose the happiest having to be taken away.
Rose shrugged her shoulders and stepped out of her mother's grip, climbing into her bed and laying down, wiping the tears out of her eyes and burying her face in her pillow, signaling to Hermione that she was done talking.
Hermione left the room, closing the door behind her and coming face to face with her husband.
"Are you going to punish her for sneaking out?" Ron asked, yawning.
Hermione shook her head.
"What happened tonight was punishment enough, Ronald" she muttered, grabbing his hand and leading him back to bed.
When Rose told her cousins what she planned to do, she expected them all to be a bit angry, but she expected at least one of them to understand.
None of them did.
"Rose, honestly. You and Abby can find a way around the fact that her father doesn't want you two together, you've found your way around loads of things before, why can't you find your way around this?" Lily asked, a desperate tone entering her voice.
Rose sighed loudly, rubbing her forehead.
"Abigail deserves to be have her parents love her and accept her. If being with me stops that, then she shouldn't be with me" Rose muttered, finishing up the letter she was writing to Abigail and looking it over.
Dominique watched her sadly.
"Can't you at least let me take you over to her house? Do this in person, at least?" Victorie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She's in enough trouble as it is" Rose protested, tying the letter to the ankle of Lou-Lou and turning to look at Dominique's boyfriend Joshua Hudson and nodding her thanks for allowing her to borrow his owl to deliver her message.
Josh appeared slightly uncomfortable with his owl being used to deliver a break-up letter, but wisely kept his mouth closed, giving her a hesitant smile in return.
Lou-Lou flew out of the window and Rose turned towards her cousin, sighing loudly again.
"Please don't let her hate me" she whimpered, nearly breaking down at the sympathetic looks that the entire group of people in the room were sending her.
Abby,
I know your father must be livid right now, and although I don't understand how someone can possibly hate what their daughter is, I've decided that he's your father, and you need him in your life. I know that this letter is the worst way I could have chosen to end things between you and me, but I didn't have much of a choice, because I'm sure your father never wants to see me again.
I know you're going to cry when you read this, Abby. I wish there was something I could do to make you stop. I wish I could hug you or kiss you or anything, but I can't.
I'm going to miss being able to do all of those things, Abby, I honestly will.
If you read this letter and hate me for what I'm doing to you, I'll understand completely.
I'm going to miss you Abigail Marie Phillips.
I love you.
Rosie
Abigail stared at the letter in her hands, shock coursing through her as tears started to form in her eyes.
Rose couldn't have possibly thought about it and decided that this was the best way to go about things, because the Rose Weasley she knew was far more logical then that.
Abigail's eyes remained focused for a moment on the last three words of the letter before Rose's name, anger entering her suddenly.
I love you.
"You're a bloody liar, Rose" Abigail muttered the words, ripping the letter into shreds and picking up the closest thing to her, a photograph taken on Abigail's camera of herself, Rose, Roxanne and Lily standing outside of Rose's house, and through it across the room, thankful that her parents weren't home when it hit the opposite wall with a crash and the glass broke, sending the photograph floating to the ground.
Tears streamed down Abigail's face as she watched it land, and she climbed back into her bed, pulling the blanket over her head and laying perfectly still.
Silence filled her room as she slowly drifted off to sleep, the remainder of the picture frame and glass still on the floor.