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A.N- so here's the action filled chapter I've been holding out from you guys. Enjoy!

Worst idea ever.

It was the day that Rose was going to present her assignment, and she was completely scared to death.

"Relax" Scorpius told her. "We've practiced a million times, you'll be fine."

Rose nodded weakly and looked at Albus beside her. He weaseled his way into class by telling their professor that he had a free period because the professor who taught Arithmancy -out of all the Weasleys, he was the only one who inherited Hermione's love for the subject- was sick and he wanted to spend it supporting his cousin during her presentation. Also, would he be able to help Rose? Along with a reading partner, she also needed a narrator, to read the parts in the scene not outwardly spoken in full detail. Professor Pierce agreed.

"Rose Weasley, you're up"

Rose gulped, and walked to the center of the room, shaking with Scorpius trailing right behind her.

"I have chosen to act out a scene from the book, and enlisted the help of Scorpius and Albus to act it out with me. I think this scene is really the turning point of the whole book, when Elizabeth finally confronts Mr. Darcy, and consequently changes his disposition," she said

"Well then Miss Weasley" Professor Pierce said. "You may proceed."

Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, Scorpius saw a look in her eyes that he had never seen before, as if she wasn't Rose anymore.

Wow, he thought. So this is what acting does to a person.

And so began one of the worst moments of Scorpius's life.

Scorpius started. "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Perhaps it was the energy from Rose, or the fact that he was saying what he himself had been thinking over the past few months, he became completely into character.

Albus read. "He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority – of its being a degradation – of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit"

Rose's eyes glittered dangerously at these words. She read her rejection and stiffly said "The feelings which, you tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation."

Scorpius had memorized how he was supposed to act in response to her rejection, but he didn't seem to need it at all. He became Mr. Darcy in that he stiffened, and he became angry, his face showing his emotion. He tried to calm himself down so he could continue his lines but it wasn't lines anymore. He had gone too deep, it was literally as if he was Mr. Darcy.

"And this is the reply which I am to have the honor of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour of civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance."

Rose angrily replied "I might as well inquire why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me you chose to tell me you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? Was this not some excuse for civility, if I was uncivil?"

She then proceeded to accuse him against the injustices he had done to Jane and Mr. Wickham, as if it really was her sister, and it really was her dear friend. They had both gone to shouting at each other, completely forgetting this was all an act, and that they were in a room surrounded by their classmates. They had even disregarded checking their books, as a cross reference, seeing as they had rehearsed the lines a hundred times – but never with this type of intensity.

"And this," Scorpius cried, "is your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully. My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy indeed! But perhaps these offences might have been overlooked, had not your pride been hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that had long prevented my forming any serious design. These bitter accusations might have been suppressed, had I with greater policy concealed my struggles, and flattered you into the belief of my being impelled by unqualified, unalloyed inclination; by reason, by reflection, by everything. But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were natural and just. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your connections? To congratulate myself on the hope of relations whose condition in life is so decidedly beneath my own?"

And with those words Rose, ignoring the fact that she was supposed to tell him that she would never, and could never, accept the man she hated with every fiber of her being, slapped him hard across his cheek. The room was dead silent; everyone could hear the ringing echo of her slap across the room.

Scorpius looked in to Rose's eyes and saw in them an expression that he had never seen her give to him, or anyone else in her entire life. A look of cold hatred and fury. They stood there staring at each other, not moving until the bell rang, making them both jump and break out of their characters. Scorpius stood there shocked, feeling his stinging cheek and looked at Rose before bolting out of the classroom as fast as he could. Rose's eyes were wide open; not believing what she had done and was rooted to the spot.

Albus went over to Rose. "Rose, are you okay?" he asked.

Rose blinked a few times before looking over at Albus. "Need to…Lily...my room" she stuttered, her eyes filling with tears as she ran out of the room. Knowing that Rose would find Lily who would be able to help her out, he went to go find Scorpius.

Albus walked into the nearest, thankfully empty, bathroom, and found Scorpius vomiting into a toilet. Albus patiently waited until he was done and silently offered him a washcloth to wash his mouth and the sweat off his face.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you?" Scorpius asked, his voice low. "That's why you wanted to come."

"I didn't know that this exactly would happen, but I knew that something would," he answered in an equally low voice.

Scorpius slid down the wall of the bathroom, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest.

Albus was quiet for a minute, letting Scorpius gather his thoughts.

"Did you see her face?" Scorpius said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I've never seen her like that before. She looked like she hated me. It was like she thought I was the one who thought like that, about family and reputations. She knows I would never think like that, doesn't she?" he looked up at Al with an insecure, pleading note in his voice.

Albus looked at Scorpius's cheek, which was steadily turning red. "Does it hurt?" he asked, nodding to it.

Scorpius touched the place where Rose hit him. "I can't even think about that right now" he replied. "I just keep thinking about her eyes. Those cold piercing eyes."

Scorpius suddenly stood up. "I have to talk to her" he said, and tried to make his way to the door, but Albus blocked him before he could leave.

"No. You're just going to make it worse. She needs to think things over. Lily will help her. If you go now, you're going to ruin our plan and everything we've been doing."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE STUPID PLAN!" he yelled.

"I just want her to be okay," he said in a softer, cracking voice. He sat down again, brought his knees up to his chest again, and buried his face in his arms, too embarrassed to look Albus in the eye.

Albus, realizing that Scorpius wanted to be alone, stood up. "I'll save you some dinner," he said softly, and walked out of the bathroom.

Scorpius let a few tears fall in to his arms.

A.N- Wow! This ended up being longer than I thought, I hope you liked it! Next chapter is gonna be Rose's POV. Don't forget to review!