A/U: So I have LOVED your responses to the first six chapters, hehe. I love my reviewers :) And Also, I was reading up on something, and I want to ask your opinion...
Charissa Hallows:
What's your opinion? I really want to know. Do you think she is a Mary-Sue? Or not?
The Mudblood's Daughter and the Scorpion's Fall
Rose sat at the Gryffindor table, drumming her red nails against the hard wood, her eyes narrowed over at Scorpius. She twirled a stray lock of red hair around one finger on the hand that was' drumming against the table, before flicking it over her shoulder in disgust. She grabbed Etta's hand. "Come on, you're cutting my hair," she ordered, and Etta's eyebrows rose, but she followed her friend anyway. Nicola blinked in confusion, and trailed after them, holding her pink teddy bear to her chest as she did so. As they left, Scorpius watched silently, his eyes stuck on Rose's retreating form.
Etta sat Rose down in front of their room's dressing table, picking at bits of the red-heads hair. "So how do you want this done?" she asked, and Rose looked at her reflection, staring at the trailing red locks, before replying 'Cut it all off'. Etta whimpered, her eyes widening as she gaped at her best friend. "All of it? But... but... it's your HAIR!" Etta stammered, and Rose chuckled, saying 'Just do it'. Etta swallowed and picked up a single lock. She hesitated, for a split second, before snipping it. Slowly, curl by curl fell to the floor, and Nicola winced and gasped with every cut. Rose kept her expression neutral, as the hair fell, until it was cut right to the nape of her neck, coming to a sharp point at the from under her chin.
Etta turned her, combing down her fringe and trimming it into a blunt cut, strait along her forehead, the same haircut her mother had had for her first four years of school. Rose's eyes widened slightly, as she realised just how much she looked like her mother. Give her black hair, and brown eyes, and she would be her mother at the age of sixteen. Etta finally finished, and stepped away from her, letting Rose stand and look at her reflection. Her head felt so much lighter, now that all the hair was gone. She turned and faced Etta and Nicola. "What do you think?"
Nicola's lip trembled. "You look so pretty!" she wailed, and she dived at her friend, hugging her tightly. Rose laughed, patting her on the back softly, looking over at her African friend with a curious look. Etta gave her a small smile, nodding, and causing Rose to release a heavy breath, in relief. "Can we go get ice cream?" Nicola asked, twirling some of Rose's short hair around her finger playfully. Her green eyes sparkled hopefully, and Rose found it difficult to refuse her, but she had to anyway.
"I can't, I have to do work, remember?" Rose said, her tone conspiratorial, and Nicola pouted, letting her arms fall to her sides, and her eyes go large. Etta rolled her eyes, and wrapped her arms around Nicola's neck, kissing her quickly on the cheek. Rose chuckled, as Nicola blushed brightly. "You two go and get something, I'm going to do some research," Rose told them, and Etta frowned, before nodding. Nicola huffed, but hugged her best friend tightly, kissing her hard on the cheek before she skipped from the Dormitory, dragging a reluctant Etta with her. Following them, Rose closed the door with a gentle click behind them,snapping the lock on the door into place. She scurried over to her bed, and flung the bed covers aside, rooting around under her bed. A triumphant gleam appeared in her eyes as she pulled the Code Of the Rose book out.
Flicking it open to the page she had last been reading, she beamed when she gazed at the aged parchment, the dark words staining it gracefully, fluidly spread over the page. "Prudentia Allertons..." she whispered, and she pulled her knees up, balancing the book on them as she read.
The Case of Prudentia Allertons was legendary within the Code of the Rose. Prudentia herself was a low-ranked member of the Code of the Rose. She was the girl who got tea for the senior members, viewed upon as not equal, yet not a servant. She was just normal. She was not wealthy, not particularity extraordinary in any way, yet her mission was one of great importance, bestowed by the head of the Code of the Rose at the time, Carina Hallows-Dumbledore (1820 to 1895). Normally such a mission would not be put on the shoulders of such a low member, but Prudentia was deemed the most suitable be many of her peers. She was unknown, and therefore unable to be tricked into any decisions. Her mission, was to make Hyperion Malfoy fall in love with, and confess love for a Muggle-born, to the whole of Wizarding Society, therefore destroying his families Pureblood image.
Roses eyes widened. Hyperion Malfoy... If the case had been in 1865, that would make Hyperion... 163 years... Lucius Malfoy was born in 1954... Abraxus Malfoy was born in 1926... That would make Hyperion Abraxus Malfoy's grand-father, and Scorpius's great-great-great grandfather. She grimaced, and turned her attention back to the page.
Normally, there is a strict procedure to be followed in this plan. You court, you date, and then, you confess, but the fact that it was Hyperion Malfoy, them most pig-headed, and snot-nosed boy in Hogwarts to that date, sent that procedure to the back of the list. A new plan was drawn up, that followed seven strict steps. The first stage, was possible the most difficult. She was to gain Hyperion Malfoy's trust.
Rose grimaced. Prudentia's case was the same as hers, and if she wanted to succeed, she would have to follow the same steps. Life was just not fair.
Scorpius stared at Herrick, eyes narrowed and eyebrow cocked. He sat across from him, leaning back cockily in his seat, arms spread along the back of the love-seat. Herrick watched him, his gaze steady and strong, refusing to back down from his threat. "So you want to set a bet... alright. What is it?" Scorpius asked, and Herrick smirked.
"You have to make Rose Weasley-Parkinson fall in love with you," Herrick stated simply. Scorpius's glare never faltered, but the cocky smirk on his lips slipped into a straight, almost angry line. He asked a clipped 'Why?', clenching his left hand into a fist. The reaction that Herrick had been anticipating. Whether or not Scorpius acknowledged it, Rose Weasley-Parkinson was his one weakness. Sure he treated her like total crap, but that didn't mean anyone else could, and if a boy so much as thought of hitting on the red-head, the next day they were not in classes. "I don't think you could make her fall in love with you. I think that Weasley is the one who you will never get. Hence the bet."
"I think you're slipping into Bloodtraitor territory here, Mora," Scorpius growled, and Herrick's smirk got wider, as he cracked his knuckles nonchalantly, an air of uncaring about him. For how much Scorpius didn't care about anything, for how cold he was, Herrick had never seen him as fired up then when he was facing a challenge, especially one that involved Rose. Scorpius swallowed, a nasty sneer on his face that was searingly reminiscent of his fathers before him. "Fine. What are the stakes?" he hissed.
Herrick chuckled. "You have seven months to get her to fall for you. If in those seven months, she does, than you win and I will gladly name you victor. If she doesn't... I get your entire Chocolate Frog collection, and your copy of Sonnets of a Sorcerer," he drawled. Scorpius inhaled sharply, his eyes glinting furiously.
"No. If I win, I get your sister, understood?" Scorpius asked, believing he had found Herrick's weak point. But Herrick just grit out a 'fine'. Scorpius cocked an eyebrow. "Alright then. It's on," Scorpius spat, before he stood and stormed from the common room, slamming doors with his wand as he went. Herrick released a breath he didn't realize he was holding, when two tanned arms slipped around his neck, and a soft kiss was placed on his cheek.
"Thank you," Lucretia whispered, and Herrick scowled, taking her arm and dragging her round into his lap, causing the girl to squeal slightly. Herrick's eyes were darkened with anger, his lips pursed. Lucretia bit her lip, slightly scared of him.
"Explain to me why I just sold out my sister to that bastard," he ordered, his voice low and gravely, scraping at Lucretia's skin. His hands were tight on her forearms, and his breath seared her face with it's warmth. Lucretia squeezed her eyes shut, hiding the fear, before opening them again. Herrick was not one who was well-known for his temper, something he shared with Scorpius. At her hesitance, he growled. "Lucretia, Scorpius is a bastard when it comes to girls. He makes them love him, and then abandons them at their most vulnerable moment. Tell me why the fuck I just agreed to give him my sister if he wins."
Lucretia bit her lip, before responding. "They have a plan, the Gryffindor's. They tried to get me in on it, so I thought I'd turn it against them, see who could fall in love first. Neither of them deserve to win. Scorpius is my friend, I don't want him hurt, and Weasley is just a bitch. But no one deserves a broken heart. It's cruel, even more than us. And as much as I hate to admit it, he likes her. You can see it in the way he taunts her. His eyes aren't as cold."
"So you're making me make a bet with him, to get her to fall for him, knowing they are planning to make him fall in love with her?" Herrick asked, his tone guarded, and Lucretia nodded. Herrick frowned slightly, before kissing her hard on the lips. "You are a genius."
