I am NOT JK ROWLING. and do not claim these characters as my own (well some of them are but they're still in the HP World!). I'm not making profit from this. It's merely for fun and, well, therapeutic purposes ^.^
Rose was obviously very displeased to be leading this lot of over-sized, handsome, impatient, cussing horde of brutish men to their dorm room. Apparently the Headmaster had transformed an old classroom into their personal living quarters.
Away from the general population of the rest of the school.
Rose scowled as she walked ahead, the three men following her. The blonde one, Scorpius, wasn't with them. He had been separated outside of the Great Hall and sent away with another Professor.
But of course, the duties of Head Girl required her to escort these testosterone-induced teenagers to their room.
"Look at how her ass wiggles. You think she does it on purpose?" One of them snickered behind her. Her ears turned red out of embarrassment and anger.
"I think she might. Probably used to getting what she wants that way."
"How else would she have deserved the name 'Head' Girl?" Another one said, causing the three of them to laugh at her expense.
"IF you must know - " Rose turned around with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, "I earned my title through years of rigorous schoolwork, high marks, and conduct becoming of a respectable woman."
Silence.
The three guys paused, looked at each other, and started laughing even louder.
The nerve of them!
Rose stomped her foot and spun around to continue leading them away. The sooner they were out of her presence, the better.
"So you're saying you've never found time to fool around with guys?" The one named Anthony had asked. His voice was empty and cold.
"No." She replied evenly, "I don't have time for such trivial pleasures. My schedule is filled with other things."
"What the hell else is there?" Anthony replied back. Rose turned hurriedly down a corridor that had been stripped of all its pictures as well. The Headmaster didn't even trust these three guys to be around pictures. What was wrong with them that the Headmaster would go through all this trouble?
Well, of course they lacked in manners. That was plainly obvious. But so what? There were plenty of gits at the school that shared that common trait.
"There's studying. School council. Leadership meetings...Before Head Girl I had Prefect duties, meetings to attend. I find my days are filled with positive things. I have no time for silly romance and relationships that are destined to fail."
Silence. Once again.
"Wow. Scor is definitely going to have his hands full with this one." Jonathan shook his head, stretched his arms, and swiftly punched Anthony in the shoulder. Hard. Hard enough to make Anthony stumble into the solid rock wall.
Rose gasped but Anthony didn't skip a beat. He checked Jonathan into the wall on the other side of the hall, and the two of them started laughing.
"You are a savage lot, aren't you!" Rose all but yelled at them. She made a mental note to never allow herself to be alone around these guys again. Not if she could help it, anyway.
"Yeah, yeah. Savage beasts. We've heard it all, Miss Priss." Anthony rubbed his shoulder and Jonathan was rubbing his head.
"Miss Pri - I beg your pardon!" Rose's mouth was agape and once again, her hands rested on her hips in a defiant pose.
"Save it. Is that our door up ahead?" Vincent pointed to the end of the dark hall, cutting Rose off before she could continue. Rose cleared her throat and turned in the direction Vincent was pointing.
"Yes. I believe it is." Her cheeks were crimson.
"Thanks for the tour." The three of them brushed past her, chuckling to each other, leaving Rose standing in the middle of the hall by herself.
After being shuffled from the Great Hall in such a rude manner, Scorpius had been separated from his friends and led away by a squat teacher with over-sized glasses and froufrou hair. She didn't say two words to Scorpius the entire time, just walked in a brisk manner and kept looking over her shoulder to see if Scorpius was still there. This caused her plump little legs to wiggle faster down the hallway. Scorpius found it mildly amusing to have such a negative affect on people.
Sure, he knew there were plenty of rumors spread about them throughout the Wizarding community. Even some rumors had been spread throughout the Muggle world. He wasn't phased, nor did he care what the general population thought of him. He learned it was better to be feared than to have people prying into his business, asking too many questions.
Even the women he bedded were quick and meticulous. Merely to feed his inner demon - nothing more, nothing less. They were food. Love them, leave them. All within the same hour.
The woman stopped suddenly and feebly pointed to a door ahead of her.
"You choose the password with the head girl." She spoke quickly and headed in the opposite direction, not once looking back. Scorpius sighed deeply and headed for the door.
Upon entering, he was shocked to see the state of the room that he was in. It was much like the manor he lived in with Darick - except this was his own. No parental guidance, nobody checking up on him. No Hunters.
The room was a mix of expensive wood furniture and deep, rich colors. Dark reds, greens, golds, and black adorned the furniture and walls. Various artistic pictures hung on the walls, and a grand fireplace stood in the center of the room, casting an amber glow outward. Two doors were at the back of the room, facing each other. Obviously those were the bedrooms. A connecting bathroom sat between the two bedrooms, up a few small steps.
Scorpius knew what to expect in the bedroom. An expensive, well-built four-poster bed, a dresser, and a spacious walk in closet. Bedrooms weren't new to him - you see one, you see them all. Instead, he took a seat on the oversized burgundy couch, kicked off his shoes, and rested his heels on the armrest. A flick of his wand and the fireplace was glowing dimly - a flame barely there.
Now, he could get used to this. Peace. Quiet. Serenity.
Rose was so excited to see the Head dorms. She had peeked in there in the previous years - but it was so foreign and exciting for her to actually know that they were hers. She would live there for the rest of the year. And every year, the Head dorms were redecorated, so she was excited to see how it would suit her.
She found the door with no problem - there had been many long nights where she had found herself pacing outside of the door, hoping and praying that she would one day be able to call herself Head Girl. And now that she achieved that goal, she had her sights set much higher.
She wanted to be in the Ministry. She wanted to do great things for the wizarding world - she had many ambitions and didn't know which one to follow seriously. Luckily, she had the remainder of her 7th year to figure all that out.
She was soon upon the Head dormitories and entered quickly and quietly. She was stunned to see it absent of anybody else - perhaps they fell asleep already, though it was barely 10 o'clock at night. She shrugged and took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of her very own private quarters. They were beautifully decorated and she couldn't help but let a smile creep across her face.
Privacy. Quiet.
And a softly glowing fireplace. Apparently somebody had been here.
She hurried to her bedroom to find her suitcases resting on the floor. Ah, thank goodness for the voluntary house elves. She would leave some extra food out tonight to thank them adequately.
She shuffled over to the grandiose mahogany desk located towards the left side of the room, in it's own little mini-library nook. She could definitely see herself sitting here, many long nights. She took a seat in the comfortable desk chair and closed her eyes.
The bathroom door slammed shut, startling her back to reality. She quickly spun to see who was here - but all she saw was a foot entering the bedroom on the right and the door shutting too soon. She didn't get a good glimpse of who it was.
"Hello?" She called out. But nobody answered. Hmph.
Scorpius had heard the Head Girl call out for him. Well, not him, per say. But she had called out for someone and he was clearly that someone.
He was starving. He hadn't fed in nearly 24 hours and his fangs were begging to enter someone. He knew he couldn't control it much longer, and he was definitely not about to give away his secret.
Control. Control. Control.
He opened his door and put on his most displeased face, and stared...
At a beautiful girl who was sharing his dormitory with him. Alone.
Better to get her to hate him now than to try and make friends.
His eyes raked her body approvingly, making a show of it. Her auburn curls hit her shoulders in cascading waves. Her penetrating honey-colored eyes bored directly into his empty silver ones. She had a strength within her - his Vampire side could pick it up easily. Her arms were crossed over her well-endowed chest, and her waist dipped into a perfectly shaped ass.
"Fuck off." Scorpius murmured to the girl and slammed the door directly in her too-beautiful face.
Rose stood there, arms across her chest, jaw dragging on the floor. She was absolutely speechless. The nerve of him!
She quickly recognized him as Scorpius Malfoy. Lifelong family enemy and one of the four Blood Brothers. She was going to give him the benefit of a doubt and be nice to him. But not now.
How the hell could he greet her like that? Who the hell did he think he was? She wasn't going to take it but she didn't want to make a scene here. No, not here.
She needed someplace more...public.
It had been nearly a week since she had that rude interaction with the monster named Scorpius. He was hardly ever in the Head room and when he was, he was locked up in his bedroom. Rose had been watching him from afar - when he was with his Brothers she saw him smile.
Twice.
She assumed that smiling was a big deal for him since he did it so infrequently. She couldn't stop herself from watching the four of them - acting as one. Completely outcast from the rest of the school and comfortable with it. She had found them in the Courtyard, holed up in the corner, sitting on the mix of grass and cobblestone. It was dusk, just after dinnertime, when the normal crowd of students who gathered at the courtyard were heading to their common rooms.
Nighttime.
She sat in the courtyard too, opposite them. She perched herself on a stone bench, books in hands, pretending to be reading. In the dark.
Which in truth, she was. She was a master multi-tasker and could accomplish many feats that most deemed impossible. Especially regarding schoolwork and the extracurricular load she thrust upon herself.
Never mind that. Her focus was the Brothers. What made them so different? Besides their enormous physique and maturity level that far surpassed even her own parents', they seemed to be normal.
Well, 'normal' in her family was nothing near what 'normal' to society would be.
They were the same age as the rest of the 7th years in the school. Just like her. They dressed in normal looking clothes like the rest of the guys. Well, kind of. They wore clothing that was in style yet tight as hell on their over-sized, over-muscled bodies. Vincent was overly dressed at all times, Rose noticed from afar. But the four of them seemed harmless for the most part. She assumed it was a facade they put on to keep others distanced from them, since they were outcast from the beginning.
It's a survival instinct.
"Something you want, Head Girl?" The boy named Anthony had separated from the group and was now behind her, breathing dangerously close to her ear. His sudden presence and voice startled her and she jumped. Funny, she didn't even notice him leave the group...
"Merlins beard, have you no manners?" Rose quipped easily as she steadied her breath. Anthony just chuckled and moved to stand in front of her. Rose caught a glimpse of the other Brothers staring in her direction too.
Scorpius included.
"Let me think...nope. No manners here. We're a bunch of mindless slobs, just a menace to society and little girls like you." Anthony replied smoothly. Rose was definitely unimpressed.
"I find you...interesting." Rose decided to take a different approach with this lot. They were used to being called names and shunned - so why not surprise them a bit.
"Interesting is not good." Anthony shook his head disapprovingly. "Interested gets you in trouble. Big trouble."
"I'm Rose." She stuck out her hand in a formal greeting. Anthony stared at it, eyes slightly wide and she could read a hint of shock on his face. With a scowl, he turned on his over-sized shitkicker and headed towards the rest of his Brothers.
Rose simply shrugged and took one last glance at the Brothers before she stuffed her books in her bag and left.
Scorpius' eyes were pinned on her. She knew it. She felt it.
She ignored it.
Classes were beginning the next day and Rose had spent nearly all night readying herself. Her bags were packed just so, her books were in order by class, and she had already begun handwritten notes on several of the beginning chapters of her schoolbooks.
Over-prepared would sum it up quite adequately.
She stepped out of her bedroom and into the shared bathroom, dressed in her best outfit. She donned a pair of black dress pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. She slipped on a pair of short black strappy heels - professional yet with a hint of sexiness. And she threw on a light pink button up blouse that accented her womanly figure quite nicely, and flattered her skin tone. She wore her hair half tied back, her curls falling loosely down her back and she let a few stray curls frame her face. On this particular day, she decided she could wear her black rimmed glasses and look more studious. She had a reputation to uphold and being Head Girl, she always had to look the part and be an example for the younger students. She slipped on her neatly pressed robes and examined her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
She even applied a thin layer of makeup to her eyes and dabbed on some light pink lip gloss for the occasion.
Now she was ready.
She turned and shut the door behind her and before she could leave the door, she spotted Scorpius' door. Shut. She wondered if he was still sleeping - after all, classes started in an hour and a half and they still had to eat breakfast.
So, being the good Head Girl that she was, and wanted to continue upholding the prestigious position even with the Head Boy being as obnoxious as he was, she didn't want him to be late.
It would reflect on her.
She sighed, walked over to his door and knocked softly.
"Scorpius?" She called out. No answer. "Are you in there?"
She heard a ruffling and a groan.
"Fuck off!" He yelled.
Rose crossed her arms over her chest. That seemed to be his favorite phrase - and the only two words she had ever heard him utter. Clearly he lacked in conversational skills and probably was faulty with the English Language.
"Classes start today. I hope you remembered that." She 'tsked' him with the tone in her voice.
"." He groaned again and she could hear him rustling around in the bed. Rose grinned to herself and decided to head to breakfast.
She did her part, now it was up to him to uphold the title of Head Boy. She had a strict schedule to adhere to today, and she wasn't going to mess it up for anyone.
Especially not "fuck off" boy.
Rose took her seat in her first class, Herbology. They gathered around a long table on stools, many of the students chattering away wildly with their friends. Rose sat there, waved at a few familiar faces and said her "Good mornings" to the students that passed her. She sat with an empty stool on either side of her and noticed that none of her family shared the same class with her. Which meant she was going to have to find a new partner for Herbology, and nobody seemed to be jumping at the opportunity.
She glanced at her timepiece - class was running late. It was almost 5 minutes after they were supposed to start. She raised her hand and cleared her throat.
"Um, Professor?" She called out sweetly. Professor Longbottom acknowledged her, "Class is supposed to be starting, correct?"
"Yes, Miss Weasley, it is. But we're missing a couple students so I'm waiting another couple of minutes for them to show up." Professor Longbottom replied gently, and returned to setting up for the class.
Rose sat there, stunned. How could anybody be late on the first day?
As soon as she finished that thought, two menacingly sized boys entered through the door.
Scorpius and Vincent.
Quickly, Rose surveyed the classroom. And what do you know...the only two available seats happened to be on either side of her.
She eyed the duo precariously, and Scorpius was the only one to eye her back. The both of them were covered head to toe in clothing - Scorpius donned an oversized black hoodie with some sort of emblem on the front of it. His baggy black jeans didn't add to his charm whatsoever. Scorpius' blonde hair fell loosely over his eyes as the black hood pushed his hair into his face.
Vincent was a little different. He had on a sports jacket, nicely pressed and fitted to his form. He wore a black beanie that somehow tied in with the overdressed outfit. He had a pair of neatly ironed khaki pants on with a green button up shirt underneath the black sportscoat.
"You do realize you're supposed to be wearing robes, right?" Rose corrected them immediately, and went to dock points from their house, but quickly shut her mouth.
What houses were they in anyway? They didn't belong in this school. They didn't belong to any house.
Scorpius met her eyes with his icy stare - not having to speak his two favorite words to her, for his eyes spoke for him.
Fuckoff.
Rose half-heartedly rolled her eyes and began tapping her quill impatiently on the table before her. The two boys shuffled to the open seats on either side of her.
Their shoulders rubbed against hers as they tried to fit in their seats. Rose scowled quite noticeably as the boys shifted and jostled around, trying to get comfortable in a place where they were clearly never going to fit OR be comfortable in. And Rose was just a Weasley Sandwich at this point, being bumped and poked continuously as they made a scene.
All eyes were on them as the students and even Professor Longbottom watched and waited. Waited for what, Rose had no idea. Clearly these two brutes were never going to fit.
Vincent finally managed to find a spot where he wasn't touching anyone else - his leg was half bent behind him, hanging out in the aisle. His shoulder was against the table and his mammoth arms were rested on the table as well. His other leg was outstretched underneath the table. He looked like he was doing a sideways split, it looked extremely uncomfortable and from the glare on his face, it must have been.
Scorpius on the other hand stood up and kicked the stool out from underneath him. This caused all the students to gasp as the stool clamored about, but Rose remained seated and staring straight ahead, eyes a fury.
"Uh, Mr. uh, Malfoy. Why don't you just, um, remain standing for the duration of the class. We'll try to find suitable accommodations for you both tomorrow." Professor Longbottom finally broke the uncomfortable silence as Scorpius just stood there.
He was taller than Rose had remembered in the common room, but then again she was never this close to the boy. Her eyes were just below waist level for him and her mind began wandering in all sorts of directions, what with his privates almost whipping her on the forehead.
This was not going to be a good day. This was not how she envisioned her first day as Head Girl going.