"Chapter 4 : Rose in Agony

A/N : Not mine, although I really wished it was mine. Rose's venting and wailing about Malfoy's, again. Her family's trying to come up with a solution to the "problem".

Ronald went to see Rose after tea. He wanted to console her. He went to check on her and ask her how she's felt about it, in her perspective. He could know better how to deal with her and Malfoy at King's Cross Station.

"Hey Rosie, hun or oh sweetheart, what's up or what's wrong with you? Why such tears? Of agony or pure sadness?" Ronald asked as politely as he could. He didn't wish to invade her privacy. He's wished to make her laugh and all, but didn't know how to.

"That arrogant git, he's not even apologized, look at what he's done to me, dad! I couldn't tolerate it any longer anymore, I feel the need to cry NOW!"

"I know he's been a git to you, but really, doth it all matter this much, dear? I think it ain't really worth it to cry over him."

"No, more than a git, a torag, as Lily would say about James Potter. I just couldn't go on, I must cry now, you can't really do anything to stop me from shedding those tears… so pleeease, leave me alone. He's got to me more than anything else, Dad" said Rose, in-between hiccups. Seeing her tearstained face, he's left her alone, due to him being indeed at his wit's end. Rosie was such a difficult girl to deal with! Why must girls cry so?

"S'll right, I'd suppose, but please, it ain't good for your health, eh dear? Don't you cry over that one for too long." Ronald really didn't know what was to be done with her. He's pondered much about it or a for a while, exasperated, and thought a girl was required for this kinda situation. So he went to see Lily, to ask her for advice and tips on how to comfort Rosie. Maybe she'll have some idea, seeing as she's a girl, younger perhaps than her cousin Rose Weasley. Although the Potters' brightest child, and the most brilliant girl ever on Earth. Also, a most out-of ordinary, one very high-spirited young girl, and a free-thinking little girl at that. He's always loved it when she's came over to their house for the Summer, because she's clearly loved learning all the tricks and tips for pranking on someone like Malfoy, their House's common ennemy. She's always known how to hold her ground too and held her head high, even when she's on losing grounds. Her bright, intelligent smile warmed his heart. So he's decided to go and seek her advice on Rose's preoccupations.

"So, what can wedo to help Rose, your cousin, in your opinion? She's agonizin and feels awf'll right and I really can't think of a thing to do." Ronald sighed and waited for a response. It didn't take long to come :

"Well, I'd say, just let her be, Uncle. You shouldn't be so pressing as to help her out now. She won't be helped because she's suffering way too much. Just leave her alone for the night. Don't trouble her no more with you questions, it's only going to aggravate her feelings, Dad." Lily reasonably advised her dad about it and no more was said. Still or however, Ronald Weasly felt that things shouldn't stay this way and he could do more for his daughter. He's felt so torn, so lost, should he run to Hermione's too? Would she say the same thing to him? He's hoped she'd bring something new on the table to discuss about. Would she suggest something really different? Anyways, he still had to have a second opinion on the matter at hand.

"Hermione, what's going on, Honey?" Hermione knew instantly what he's came for. And so she's answered, even without him asking her about it :

"You came for Rose, right? Just let her be for now. She won't be talked out of crying, Honey Dear." Reassured, Ronald asked no more, took a Daily Prophet and began reading it. What was new in the Wizarding World, Muggle one? He loved it all the more when Hermione's explained about Muggle things, her folks' way of doing things, her dear parents, their way of drinking tea and of running the World. Clearly and evidently, he's thought she was the most angelic girl ever. He was the luckiest guy also to have her. Ronald Weasly was pretty open guy on this matter. Hermione had a habit to often speak about Lady Astoria Greengrass Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's wife, his once ennemy at school. He was trying to understand the dillemma she's brought forth, aiding her to find ways to avoid her. He was trying to see her side of things too. She was sometimes very enigmatic and mysterious with her wording, which confounded him even more.

Rose was in her room, wailing and couldn't really fall asleep and fussed 'round in her bed. So she's started writting in her journal or diary if you will, to steady her nerves :

Dear Diary,

"I've been mortified or offended by my family's arch-nemesis, Scorpius Malfoy. I couldn't take it anymore. Git, toerag, or whatever names I can think of, I've been deeply degraded today's and him, not even saying sorry at the book store… I shan't never forgive him at all, even if he's asked me at school and I oughn't forget about today's events. What a day I've had at Flourish and Blotts! Phew… Why am so stressed, because of him? Don't let Malfoy get to you, Rose!"

Devotedly yours,

Rose Weasley

As she's got to undressing, she's spared no more thoughts on him. And so, she was no more preoccupied by the blond-haired boy, whom perhaps he wasn't an ennemy after all? If she wasn't that close-minded, she'd never have known Malfoy's true and real intentions/meaning that day. She's been tossing around for a while in bed. She's resolved to counting sheep, and she's finally fallen into the land of dreams and reveries.