Chapter 4 Confessions of a Redhead

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******WARNING!******
People with trauma, or dislike for sexual references, please don't read this. I'm very, very cautious about these kind of issues.

I opened my eyes to see the stark white ceilings of the hospital wing greeting me. Wait, what? Hospital wing?
Turning my head to check outside of the window, I winced not only because of the severe crick in my neck, but also because it was nearly sunset.
Merlin, how many classes had I skipped?
Great job, Rosie, way to go, banging your skull on a wall.
I inner-grouched as I leaned on the plush pillows and stretched my right arm to touch a rat's nest. Oh, nice, a rat's n-What?
I whipped my head again to acknowledge Al and his wild sleep hair. Noticing there was no bookbag to be seen, I realized he had probably skipped classes to stay with me.
Awww...That was actually a really touching moment. Peace flooding through my previously grumpy mode, I grinned at Al's bundle of hair.
It was hilarious at times when his inky black mop contrasted to Malfoy's neat platinum strands. Sometimes I wondered if his parents were pretending to be former Death Eaters to noise market their hair products.
Then I frowned at the thought of that bastard.
Who cared about nice hair when his personality wasn't?
Malfoy. He always sashayed the hallways as if he actually owned the castle,the arrogant, spiteful manwhore.
Nose stuck up, always having something insulting to spit out, the girl attached to his hip always different.
Perhaps that was the reason why I was tolerant when it came to the distinct hate my male cousins held for Slytherin house, or why I gave Al the silent treatment for three months when he declared his friendship with Malfoy.
Perhaps I was acting prejudiced, like how Dad had quoted as 'his Rosie's only flaw', but due all respect I held for him, I really couldn't care less.
Literal 'Son of Bastards' like of him didn't have any fucking right to act like that when his daddy and nanna and granddad used to be VIP members of the Support Voldmort club. Or maybe it wasn't past tense, who knew what those disgusting people had under their green robed sleeves. It was just wrong, how we pretended everything was just cool, like "hey!my daddy/uncle Avada'd Voldie ages ago after suffering for his whole life with his friends, but who cares! Let's be friends and walk into the sunlight arm in arm!" The mere presence of him was just wrong.
Maybe I could have been more open minded if he had been more regretting.
But no. He seemed to have this wonderful ability to sniff out my presence and humiliate the fuck out of me, not to mention ruin my life. He talked my first serious boyfriend into breaking up with me in public, and then personally found me crying to tell me he was behind it, and wasn't sorry at all.
He just stood there with one of his sluts when I fell from a broom miles up in the sky and broke both legs, and mocked me Oh, and he ripped up a get well soon card from Rox, too.
He spoilt my dress and makeup on the Yule Ball last year, the day I had felt pretty for the first time.
He had called me an ungrateful whore and hexed me when I broke his nose for making my boyfriend break up with me. But then, he called me a egoistical prude all the time, too.
But the worst thing was that he didn't help me while I was almost raped during a party at the Potters' this summer.I heard him calling my name and searching for me. I could smell his citrus cologne, hear him step hesitantly towards the broom closet I was trapped in with a hand clapped over my mouth.

But all he did was sigh, say, "Do come out when you feel like it, Weasley.", and stride away. All I could remember was kicking the stranger's crotch and running as fast as I could.

I pressed my lips into a hard line. It wasn't a pleasant memory, and I consiously shunned it away. No one other from James knew, not even Al or Dom, and to be frank, James found out accidentally, too, by bumping into me bawling in a torn dress while he was searching for his broom Aunt Ginny had confiscated from him. I'd never seen him angrier before. Before I could say anything, he stomped over, grabbed hold of someone, and beat the light out of him without a single word. But it turned out it was only a drunk Ravenclaw who was a friend of Louis's, not the stranger. Of course, the party ended as a ruin, where Aunt Ginny scuttled around apologizing on and on and James got in trouble. But no matter what, the memories would always pop up here and there with nightmares, and though I still joked about 'cute guys' with my friends, I refused to come in any form of physical contact with boys, and hardly talked much to them, except family.

Of course, James tried to talk me into telling my parents about this, or maybe the school nurse or McGonagall. When I refused, he got mad and threw fits about it. But I still remained silent. So, his final card was the pathetic threaten card.

"Hey, here's my favorite flower!"
"And there she leaves."
"Rosie, it's time."
"Come back later when you feel like speaking human, not Trelawney."
"Which I choose to ignore. Rose, it's time you went to tell your parents about what happened. That 's an order, not a prediction."
"About how you pester me about petty subjects that I don't want to remember?"
"PETTY?PETTY? WHAT-YOU-Well, here's news for you, Rose."
"Mmhm."
"I'm going to owl Uncle Ron about what happened during summer break, this instant, if you don't spy on the Slytherin Quidditch team, including Malfoy, with Al. Until the final match!"
"I'll do it."
"HA! I thought so- what?!"
"I'll do the dirty work for you. You just keep your mouth to yourself."
"Rose, no, this isn't the way it was supposed to be, no-"
"See you, James."
Yes, I was one stubborn girl. One stubborn, skeptical girl. How could he l fancy me, have feelings for me, when he'd refused to help me when I was...well, you know what. He and I were never on best terms, but that was something just so...
Sighing, I gently shook Al's shoulder.
"Al, Al, wakie, wakie."
"Mmmrrrggghh...merlin, you're up!Are you feeling right? Feel like throwing up?Need anything? Oh,god, I was so stupid, argh! I am so sorry, Rose."
"I am fine, Albus Severus. Now you sound healthy again! What happened to your cold?"
"Pomfrey got me a whole batch of Pepper ups while you were asleep. They must have knocked me out cold, too."
All traces of fatigue gone, he grinned.
How could you hate those puppy eyes, I rolled my eyes, pulling him in an awkward one-armed hug.
"Oh, just feel relieved I didn't die. Dad would have chopped you up alive. Where are the others? Plotting your death?"
"Nope. The moment I told them you bumped into a wall, they barged in here, but Pomfrey didn't let anyone in except for me, Still, you know how stubborn Lily can be... They're allowed to come visit when classes are over."
"Swell, I think I almost miss Fred. Look, Al, I'm sorry for overreacting back there. It's really my fault, don't blame it on yourself, you dolt."
The corners of his mouth curving into a grin, he shouted, "All right, Weasley?"
"Just peachy, Potter. But, now that I'm okay, tell me just one thing."
"Anything."
"About the bet..."
"Oh. It's ..basically, Gryffindor and Slytherin have six matches against each other till the finals. Every time Slytherin wins, Scor can have a chance with you, you know, spend time with you, make moves on you, whatever, with James's full permission. But whenever Gryffindor wins, Scorp has to back away from you and wait until you make a move on him, yourself, the concept?"
"Huh." was all I could say. What was Malfoy playing at? What did he even want from me?"
"So,", Al said in a playful but cautious voice, "Does the poor lad have a chance?"
"The odds of I, Rose Weasley falling for that blonde-brained, elephant egoed, sperm sharing slimeball equals the odds of Albus Potter being a virgin. Grasp the concept?" I retorted back playfully as well, trying to hide my confusion.
"Yeah, yeah, just...just don't be so hard on him, Rosie. You're my favorite girl, and he's my favorite guy. Pinky swear?" His eyes softened, and he sounded just so worried.
"Fine..Pinky swear."
Twirling my pinky around his, I tried to smile, hoping it didn't look like a grimace.
"Don't you fret, flower in distress, Sir Frederick in shining armor is here!"

And with a stampede of Weasleys and Potters, red, blonde, brown and black all over, they were all on my bed, engulfing me in a group hug.

"Young lady, what were you thinking, banging into a wall-"

"Flower Power, are you sure you're eating well? You look pale like ickle Alby when Dad first caught him wanking-"

"Oi! That's private, you-!"
"But seriously, flower. Please be careful. I was worried sick."
I could see the concern in James's hazel eyes, which made me just swoon a bit and reach for his hand. He could be so sweet sometimes.
"Boys, shut up. Oh, Rose, I missed you all day, I even turned Sam down for a date just to see you-"
"Sam? Sam Finnigan? Hasn't he learned his lesson, yet?"
"Shut up Hugo, and budge over so I can fit my arse here."
"How classy, Roxy, how refined..."
"Lucy, get the bowl over here!"
"So, Flower Power, we decided you deserved to finish what you couldn't...so we got you..."
"Salmon!"
And what Lucy pushed towards me with a teary smile was the bowl of salmon salad I'd left behind this morning, looking fresher than ever.
Well this was sweet. And sort of weird. But in a good way. Which was making me almost tear up.
"Why, thank you, dearest cousins." I managed out solemnly, looking at each and every one of them, only to fall into peals of shaky laughter and throw a slice of lettuce at Dominique.
"Hey!"
"A food fight!"
And after a vigorous 10 minutes, we were mopping the grounds, Pomfrey's yells music to our ears.
I couldn't be happier, all thoughts of Malfoy and stupid quidditch bets gone. I told you, I do love my family.

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I hope this chapter wasn't too heavy..I tried to make it as light as possible...*squeaks*But it was something I'd been picturing for a long time ago, so I hope you guys didn't hate it much:) I promise to show Scorp next chapter! AND!I also promise that Scorp had his reasons for his actions, and all of the actions above were interpreted by Rose, since this is Rose's POV. Don't believe everything Rose said was completely the truth. As Al said, give Scorp a chance!