I can feel my enthusiasm for this story slowly draining, please review and help me get over my writers block, it's so close to the end, I feel I can't give up now but...idk
I grimaced at my reflection in the mirror as I rubbed in the potion Madam Pomfrey gave me, the broken jaw was easily fixed, it was just the black rim encasing my eye that was the problem now, if I carried on rubbing the potion in circular motions I was told it would be clear by morning. The same applied to the bruising on my thigh from my broken leg, I guess it would have been me to fall awkwardly wouldn't it? Luckily Potter had decided to empathise last minute and didn't leave me on the pitch to rot, he levitated me inside whilst my head lolled at an unusual angle; I was gone as far as Mars from the Moon.
I grabbed a book from my bedside table and made my way down to the common room to find Rose already sitting on 'our' sofa. I sidled onto the furthest corner without having to look like i had suddenly become strangely attracted to the arm rest before taking a glance at my friend; her nose buried in her book, her brows furrowed in concentration, she looked adorable. Feeling slightly more at ease, I leant back, sinking into the sofa's soft, inviting scent whilst flipping open my book at a random page. After several minutes of finding myself unable to read the words, I looked up at Rose, as I did she directed her gaze downwards towards where her book now lay; open on her knee. My insides flipped as I realised she had been staring at me. What could this mean? What does this say?
But my excitement was short lived when she spoke softly without looking up, "You have a black eye."
"Yes," I replied, wringing my fingers as I let the 's' sound linger on my tongue a little too long, "I fell."
And that was that, a just told her a blatant lie and all she could do was nod and hum silently under her breath, I suppose you couldn't even call it humming, it was more heavy breathing borderline whistling through her teeth.
The next day at breakfast things were a lot different, my eye had cleared up almost completely, there was only a tiny yellow tinge visible to the naked eye and to my dismay (but not surprise may I add) Rose was not staring at my face and therefore could have easily missed it.
But today was weird for a number of reasons;
1. When I got the common room, Rose was waiting for me, grinning to herself, just like the old days, I missed this as for the last few weeks we had become stuck in endless cycles of, 'I thought you had already left' or 'I had work to do and so couldn't wait any longer' 's. It was pitiful and more to the point, extremely painful, she was my best friend, I wasn't going to let whatever this was between us wreck our friendship.
2. As we were eating, in silence, she was nibbling at her toast and I was guzzling down some sort of raspberry mush, I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned around to be greeted by the sheepish face of one Albus Potter.
"Hey, er Malfoy," he said, scratching behind his ear, obviously nervous, "I'm sorry about yesterday man, I think I took what you said ab-"
He stopped himself as Rose turned round to face him, watching quizzically the exchange between her favourite cousin and her best friend.
"I overreacted is what I'm trying to say and I'm glad you are okay... I think."
"Well it is fine, I guess," I shrugged, "No harm done physically,"
Potter paled as I said that and looked from me to Rose and back again, as his gazed continued to flicker between the two of us I focused mine on Rose, she was staring at her cousin, no doubt trying to read his mind.
Finally Potter stuttered, "Well, I er better be off,"
"Right, well see you," I said, turning back to my bowl of mush
"Bye Red," Al said over his shoulder, "Oh and by the way, Scorpius?"
Hold your hippogriffs.
"You should try out for your house team next year; despite the bad genes you actually can throw a good shot."
I glanced at Rose as she smirked at her toast.
"I never knew you liked quidditch Scor?"
"As it happens Rosie," i said slowly, staring after the retreating figure of Potter before looking Rose straight in the eye as she tilted her head to face mine, "Neither did I."
I was on the way to Potions and I was in one of those 'I really can't be bothered with this kind of shit' moods, when someone called my name from behind me, I turned around to find the source of the noise, it was Potter. The corridor was clearing now as most had already found their respective classes and so few were there to witness where all legends, traditions and tales of angry grieving parents fell apart, where the Malfoy-Potter feud ended, but those who did see it, well if only they had recorded the moment.
"You didn't tell Rose," he stated
I shrugged, "Neither did you,"
There was silence for a moment before he spoke again, "I guess that makes us... even?"
"Um sure," I said, unsure of where this conversation was going, I turned to leave, I was already late enough for class as it was, but he stopped me before I could so much as take a step,
"Thanks Malfoy,"
"For what?"
"For not telling Rose about the bludger, if you had-"
"Just before you get emotional, prepare for your somewhat deluded bubble to be burst; she probably guessed you know, she isn't stupid Potter." I cut in smarmily
"I didn't come here to fight again Malfoy," he snapped, "My point is, whether she already knows or not-"
"Which she does."
"Whether she does or not, if you had told her, it would have confirmed what she, as you seem so sure of it, already knows and she would had gone beyond mental at me, but as she doesn't have any proof she is able to keep the lid on her bubbling temperature firmly screwed on, just like any other Weasley."
Any other Weasley. I shook my blonde tresses, this hadn't bothered us so far in our relationship, I wasn't going to let the words, meant to be given almost kindly, to destroy for good whatever was already breaking between me and Rose, but never-the-less, these words resounded in my head and will no doubt haunt me forever.
"Oh, well then, I guess I need to thank you for no-"
He cut me off, "You really like her, don't you?"
I could sense that he didn't need me to answer this question; he just felt it mandatory considering he was Rose's cousin, "Yes."
"Then I have no problem with it," he nodded solemnly
WHAT? Fuck yeah.
"Er could I have that in writing please?" I asked nervously but I could see the already forming smile on his face.
"I'll help you woo our Rosie, Malfoy."
And I will never stop wondering what it was that changed Albus Potter's mind.
Erm hi! I like reviews... I wrote this in 45 minutes, yes it is short and yes the plot might suck but... I'm losing faith, H.E.L.P
