OK well. Here you asked for it.


Deep breath Rosie. In Out In Out. Crap… now when I get there all I will be thinking is how to breathe. What if she told them?

No she couldn't of. I'd be dead now. Or he would. Or both of us. I hope Lily Potter gets attacked by a cat and I could save her. She can't tell if she owed me that big.

It was going to be hard to trust my over hanging threat of her and Les Michaels, Lily has James wrapped around her finger and can lie in a second. I would need a solid thing to hold over her head. And to them her kissing a Slytherin was much worse then me kissing a Malfoy. Even if he's my own age. Even if he's a prefect. Even if we've been dating for 2 months.

Because nothing matters to them about him other then he's a Malfoy and Malfoys are to be shunned from the Weasleys and Potters alike.

As I thought about this I failed to notice that I currently falling head first down a flight of short stairs. I did realize this about 14 minutes later when I opened my eyes to see very pissed faces watching me like hawks. Lorcan, Roxanne and Albus were standing on one side of me. I blinked a few times as I waited for someone to tell me why I was currently in the infirmary.

There are three things my cousins fail to understand.: When to Shut up, When to talk, and when to stop eating.

Luckily Lorcan isn't my cousin but more of a brother who likes to take the place of my own brother.

"Rosalie Weasley. How'd you end up like this? What did you do? Why didn't you defend yourself?"

Or he could be my dad.

I would tell him I had no idea what happened but I could barely get the words, "Staircase." out of my mouth. This of course told them nothing and Albus and Roxanne started throwing theories around. Focusing on my currently bruised and cut arm I heard bits and pieces. 'Ambush, Under, Locked, Hero, Prat, Stupid, Clueless, Malfoy.'

At the name I jumped up and glared at them. "What?" My face must have been bad to because they took my shock for an confirmation.

Roxanne came and tried to at sisterly by stoking my deep velvet hair saying, "it's ok. They'll kill him and you never have to worry about it again."

In my head I was jumping out of bed and telling them that I fell down a stairway and he didn't do anything but once again I could hardly say, "No Let me" This had them disappear for about 30 minutes as I waited to hear the doors open. I stared and Madam Georgia came by and gave me a potion that healed my face and gave me energy so I could sit up. This gave me a wonderful view of the window that showed my face and body. I looked like I had be kidnapped and beaten.

The door opened and a white blond boy was pushed into the room by two angry wizards. His eyes glared back at them and he walked protectively towards me. He was stopped by Lorcan who pushed him away from me, as if he'd harm me. Then it finally hit me that they thought he did this to me.

. . . . .

Scorp.

I walked down the hallways on my way to the quiddicth pitch. I had to practice my flying a little more before the next game. Hearing a loud thump I walked to a hall to see a mangled unconscious body.

Running over to the small body I flipped the person over leaving to hand marks on it's upper arms and when I seen the red hair fall down the girls shoulders my breath caught. Picking Rose up I slung her over my shoulder and started to carry her to the hospital wing.

Only with my bad timing I ran right into the loudest, quickest Weasley. One look at the girl, one look at me. One quick whip of her wand and a patronus fox was racing down the hall towards the Gryffindor common rooms. A wand was pressed against my throat as I unwillingly gave her Rose and left before I was murdered by Potter.

Now I found myself being escorted like a wild animal to the Infirmary because she wanted to kill me herself.

Today was not the highlight of my life.


I wasn't planing on writing in Scorp's POV until I did it. But it just shows how much Rose's familey jumps to the worst.