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Chapter One
"Rosie!! Oh my sweet Rosie! Wake up! You've got a letter!"
Honestly, couldn't he just let her sleep for one more minute? They had been awake until the crack of dawn that night, and Hugo was already up? He was mental. This was their last week of summer vacation for crying out loud! In a few short day's they'd be back at school, and she'd have to go back to getting 'Outstanding' in everything she did. She would not let her brother ruin the last days she had to sleep in late. Not even for a letter.
Wait!
Rose jumped out of bed, stumbling on her jelly-like legs, and then regained composure. She took a deep breath and fixed her long, reddish-brown curls into a ponytail. Readjusting the oversized shirt she wore, Rose walked out of the room.
Wondering why she's so excited over a little letter? Well, she'd never tell anyone. Ever. Not in a infinite number of years. The letters were from Scorpius Malfoy. Her rival in everything from grades, to Quiddich; her competition; her complete opposite. However, the blonde boy was her confidant. her dirty little secret no one knew about. It hadn't been going on long, just for the summer. And it was not anything to be talked about. Really.
It started a week after the summer holiday had begun. Rose had been bored out of her mind; Albus , James, her brother Hugo, and Lily were at the Potter's house. She would have gone but she hadn't felt well that morning. Victore was off with Teddy on some romantic getaway, and the rest of her cousin's were in France, visiting her Aunt Fleur's mum.
Rose had been all alone, dreadfully alone. So she'd done somthing that she would never have done unless she was in that dreadfully alone state. She owled Scorpius.
Why Scorpius? Well, her friends were great, but they bored her quite quickly. She knew she could count on entertainment from Scorpius, no matter how annoying her could be. Rose had erased the thought of what her dad would do if he caught her owling a Malfoy, and wrote a letter.
Malfoy, Having fun in Italy? I wonder if you'll be tan next year, with all that sun. Maybe it'll be an improvement. Don't ask me why I am owling you, of all people. Its just that I've nothing to do. I would appreciate it if you wrote me back, seeing as I'd feel quite miserable if you ignored me. Rose.
Dearest Flower, Thank you, I am having a wonderful time in Italy. However, I must apologigetically inform you that i will not be getting a tan. I saw what my father looked like after a day in the sun, and never, I repeat, never, will I ever allow myself to 'tan'. Well, maybe the better word would be, 'red', seeing as that is just the color my father became. It is rather hilarious. If you could see him it would improve your day, I'm sure. I guess us Malfoy's aren't meant to dabble in matters of sunlight. We belong in the shadows. Pity, for I was starting to consider myself a decent person, despite what my grandfather has done. I shant ask you why you decided to owl me, for I am glad you did. I knew you would. You can't stand not having some form of me at all times. It's okay to admit it. Just for you, i even kissed the paper. Frame this letter, put it in your pillow, whatever you wish. Something to help you feel I'm there in your slumber. Just don't use it for your womanly pleasure, for I fear I might be ill. Euw, using a letter as a pleasure device? Gross. Oh Merlin, I do tire of writing so proper. It;s a bad habit, forgive me. Ahhhhh. Okay, better. But seriously Rosie posie, Keep the sexy beast (that's me) happy and I shall return the favor. Cherio.
They'd been writing back and forth ever since. Several times a day, more than twenty, far more. Once she'd forgotten to write one day and he'd panicked. He sent her about ten owls in a matter of two hours, all of which had been left on her desk. He didn't tell his owl to wait for a reply, since he wanted to keep writing. Hugo had found them, and was bout to open one when Albus came to the rescue and told him off for being in Rose's room. Late Albus had confronted her about the letters.
"Who were they from, Rose? Really?"
"No one, Al. They're just from a friend whose abroad and needs someone to talk to."
"They must have a lot to say, sending that whole stack. How many times a day do you two write eachother?"
"Not a lot. I doubt I'll even get another one tonight."
Just then a grey eagle owl she recognized swoomed through the window. It dropped a letter onto Rose's lap that weighed about two kilograms.
"Oomf!" Rose lifted the long letter and held it against her chest. "Well, I'd better get to bed, Al. See you in the morning."
"Rose, why won't you tell me who you're writing to. You usually tell me everything."
Rose put the letter on her chair and stood up. She jumped on her cousin's lap and hugged him. "I know Al. And I will tell you who I'm writing to. Someday, just not now. I love you."
He pouted and she pecked his cheek. "Okay, Rose. Go write to your mysterious friend. Love you too."
She smiled and squeezed him, before letting go, grabbing the letter and running up to her room. "Night!"
During some conversation they had in the letters, they quit being rivals. They stopped being competition and gravitated into a friendship even they couldn't explain. But why did everything have to be analyzed? Their friendship could be the simple, carefree relationship friends had. Too bad she was a Weasel, and he was a ferret.
"Rosie! If you don't come down here this instant I will open this letter and read it!"
Rose ran down stairs and ripped the letter from her brother's hands. "Oh, no you don't. I know you'd kill to know what is in these letters I keep getting. Keep your slimey little fourth year hands off of them."
"No fair Rose. It's not nice to keep secrets."
"Oh please, Hugo. Are mum and dad here?"
Hugo nodded and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "In the kitchen. Mum's making breakfast. And you might want to hide that."
"Why?"
"You know that Malfoy boy? Well his dad just irritated ours to no end. He said something about him catching the last death eater in Italy or something. That letter of your's might irk him, that's all."
Not trusting her brother, she nodded and stuck the letter into her sock. "All good."
They walked into the kitchen and sat around the table. Ron Weasley sat drumming his fingers on the oak, and Rose cleared her throat. He was mad at the Malfoy's. "Morning, Daddy."
He was silent for a moment, then he looked up. "Morning, sweetie. You sleep well?"
"I would have slept better, if only someone hadn't woken me up so early." Rose glared at her brother across the table.
"I wouldn't have had to wake you up if it hadn't been for that bloody lett-"
Rose stomped on his foot and he yelped. "Watch your language, Hugo." she said, teeth clenched.
Their mum, Hermione walked around the table, kissing each of them. "Let's have a nice day, you three. I've a great idea. How about we all go to Godric's Hollow. There is a little parade for Harry there, and all you're cousins will be there. It will be a lot of fun, I'm sure."
Hugo's eyes lit up, and Rose pouted. All she wanted to do was sit at home and write Scorpius all day, not go to some parade for her famous uncle.
"The Malfoy's will be there no doubt with that boy of theirs. I don't feel like seeing the ferret boy and his offspring, Hermione."
Scorpius.
"Oh Mum, I think that is a wonderful idea! I'm going to get ready right this second!"
"Rose, we aren't going, I don't want to-"
"Oh, Daddy. It's for Uncle Harry. And you, too! And Mum! You will all surely be mentioned. You can't miss out on this. And I do miss dear Albus. You wouldn't keep me away from my other half, would you? That would be unjust and cruel!"
Hermione nodded towards her daughter. "I really havent seen Ginny in a while, and I do miss her so. Either way we would go, with or without you Ronald."
"Oh, fine."
Hugo and Rose wooped, and they ate their breakfast as quickly as they could before running up to their rooms and getting ready. Rose took the letter from her sock and read it.
Rosie,
Today we are going to this parade in Godric's Hollow. Guess who it's for. Just guess. Your uncle! Hopefully you'll be there. I must truthfully admit I miss you. Sort of. Okay, a lot. I'll be wearing blue. Just to spite my father. I think you should wear green if you come. Unless your dad will explode on you. I'd hate to be responsible for that. Well, hopefully I'll be seeing you soon.
Scorpius
Rose smiled and scribbled a quick letter to him, telling him that she whould be there, and to meet her by church. Then she took a shower and got dressed. She charmed a blue sundress into a green one and slipped on black stockings. She wore her white ballet flats and admired herself in the mirror. Her dad wouldn't let her wear wizard clothes on holiday.
Soon, the four Weasleys gathered in the living area. They packed snacks, a few apples, and four cheese sandwiches. Hermione had also packed a large flask of tea and some pumpkin bread. With Rose on Ron's arm and Hugo on Hermione's, they apparated to Godrics Hollow.