Every War Was Another Seed

Rose Weasley, as expected, was not as good with apologies and admitting that one is wrong, as much people may like. It may have had something to do with being Ron Weasley's daughter, or that she'd just watched the way her parents fought over the years, but really, no pointing fingers. Especially not at one's parenting.

That in itself may explain why she had not yet apologized to Albus for her lack of tact when abruptly leaving dinner.

He'd told the two of them from the beginning of time, it seemed, that they were bound to be the best of friends if they'd just let it happen. But sadly, for Al, it seemed Rose and Scorpius were too proud to ever be able to admit to enjoying the others company.

Or course, he hadn't known what had happened when they first met, or what had happened just the year before.

Rose had spent many hours in bed fifth year pondering what had happened between her and Scorpius but she'd never come to a real conclusion about it. She figured it was one of those things that just happen. Spur of the moment, and all that. She was more than a hundred percent positive that it didn't matter.

But first year, well first year was a total different story. She knew exactly what happened there, and she knew exactly what it had meant.

"You know, Weasley, you might have more friends if you didn't have your nose in a book all day," She just sneered at him. "Then again, maybe not. Who'd ever want to see a hideous face like that? It's a wonder how Al can put up with you."

Yes, Rose Weasley knew exactly what Scorpius Malfoy thought of her, but sometimes she wished that Al was right. Sometimes she wished that she hadn't been born with an enemy destined for her alone.

The Library of Hogwarts had turned out to be Rose's second home over the years. She spent more time there than anywhere else in the castle. Maybe explaining why her skin was so white, or maybe that just had something to do with being a ginger.

Searching the aisle for a book to do with Amortentia for Potions, she didn't see anyone else. That is until she'd ran straight into them.

"Oh excuse me, I didn't-" She cut herself off, seeing that she'd bumped into the boy she'd been thinking about only moments earlier.

He rolled his eyes at her. "Weasley, watch where you're going. I'd rather not be infected by whatever diseases you hold when you bump into me."

She glared at the ferret that had brought her so much misery over the years. "As it happens, there are multiple Weasleys in this school, so it may be best to identify which one you're referring to," She trailed off, and the words, "hate" and "bastard" were the only two understandable at that point.

"My my, don't you have a mouth on you. And to refer to your earlier statement, I'm in a room with only one so I would hope that you, even with the little brain that you have, would be able to understand I'm talking to you."

"I'll have you know that I'm the top of the year and-"

"Do you ever just shut up?" He asked, interrupting her.

"As it happens, I do," She told him, fury bubbling in her words.

"Too bad I've never been graced with that marvelous gift," He told her, and left her standing there, grabbing the book she'd been looking for the whole time. Which was only all the more frustrating.


"Do you always have to fight with Scorpius?" Albus took a seat next to me in the library.

"He started it," Rose spoke sharply, not bothering to look up from her parchment.

"You do understand that you sound like a five year old when you say that right?" Rose didn't respond. "I mean, really? That's what you always tell your mum when you and Hugo argue," He paused. "And I'm not your mum."

"Are you sure, because you sure act like it whenever Malfoy is upset," She told him, scathingly.

Albus coughed a fit. "Rose Weasley, I am NOT your mum. And when did I say that Scorpius is upset?" Albus inquired.

"You never talk to me about Scorpius unless it's at dinner, or he's upset. And you also come and tell me that I should be nicer whenever we fight, because it makes him upset," Rose told him, still not bothering to even glance at him.

"Well he's not. Upset I mean."

"Then why are you here?" She asked him, her tone showing her boredom.

He paused. "Okay, so he is. But can you blame him? You always act like a bitch whenever you talk to him," Rose looked up from her paper now, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"I. Am not. A bitch," She told him.

Albus stuttered for a moment. "I didn't actually say-"

"Sure you didn't."

"It's just, Rose. You've got to see it from his point of view! All you ever do is-"

"Save your breath, Albus."

And once again, all that was to be heard as Rose walked away was something about a "Hate" and a "Bastard". How pleasant.


"Abby," Rose said, falling onto her bed. "Am I bitch?"

Abby eyed her warily. She put down the brush that she'd been using and walked to Rose's bed and sat down next to her. "No, why?"

Rose flipped over so that she could look at her. "Because Albus said that I act like one. When Malfoy is around."

Abby laid down next to Rose, and began to laugh. "If you are, that'd only be because he acts like one as well, so no worries."

"I don't mean too," Rose paused, and then backtracked. "Well I mean, I do. But only because he says something snarky in the first place, and I just can't help but act the same way back. Why would I act nice to someone who hates me?"

"Don't ever tell my mum you said that," Abby told Rose warningly. "She's all big on the 'do unto others as you would have done to you' idea."

Rose laughed at that, as did Abby.


Rose avoided Albus for the next week, not wanting to see with him or have to deal with him. And if she didn't see Albus, it was very unlikely for her to see Malfoy. Of course, her luck couldn't be too great, because if it was, she most likely wouldn't have had to partner up with Malfoy in DADA.

Yes, sometimes Rose Weasley truly despised the world she lived in.


AN: I hope you all enjoyed reading that. I understand, and I'm sorry, that this has a bit more vulgar language than the first, but I believe that Rose would have a bit more of a temper than I previously gave her, and it is slightly expected that sixteen year olds swear.

I appreciate and thank everyone for all your reviews!

YoungAndLiving

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