Hello readers!
May I, first and foremost, say how sorry I am for not updating in FOREVER. I am so sorry! I was unable to use the internet for close to three weeks and then I didn't have time to write after that for a couple of weeks. I am SO sorry! I cannot apologize enough! Sorry again.
So, here is the next chapter for this story! I hope you like it.
Oh, and how did you all like Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2? BEST. MOVIE. EVER. Although I was kind of sad they took out some of the best parts from the book… but you can't have everything!
I went to the midnight premiere in a very, VERY cool location (that's all I'm going to say ;) ) and it was BLOODY AMAZING!
And what do you guys think of Pottermore? I'm trying everything in my power to get early access!
Anyways, seeing as I start school next week (I know, so freaking early), I will be updating chapters less frequently then I was originally over the summer. That is, I will not be uploading every day.
I believe I will be uploading once a week, or maybe once every two weeks.
DEFINITELY not this irregularly… hopefully… haha. just kidding.
Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and let me know your thoughts! Sorry again for not updating in forever. :/ Thanks for all the positive reviews! It means so much to me.
Thank you so much!
~mrsscorpiusmalfoyyy
Chapter 10: Broken hearts, disappearances, and "unrequited love"
Three weeks.
That's how long since Rose spoke her last words—or screams—to any one of her three ex-best mates.
Three weeks.
That's how long since "Rose" had disappeared.
Don't be alarmed; Rose Weasley was still present at Hogwarts and much alive.
However, the real Rose Weasley—the one who was not ridiculously girly, boy-obsessed, or superficial (much like Lily and Emily could be at their worse)—had apparated off the face of the earth.
The real Rose Weasley—the one who would never dream of dating a guy like Malcolm Finnigan—seemed to have vanished, as well.
The real Rose Weasley's disappearance seemed to be tied to a broken heart.
When her heart was broken by the boy who she was, and still is, in love with, the real Rose Weasley disappeared.
Ro had been avoiding her ex-best mates like the plague.
Albus, Dillon, and Scorpius had each, in turn, attempted to "talk sense" into Rose and apologize for upsetting her.
With the help of Hogwarts' many secret passageways and sleeping in Lily and Emily's 5th year Gryffindor dormitory, Rose had been able to avoid any confrontations with them.
She'd spend all her free time with her new "boyfriend" Malcolm, and any time Malcolm couldn't hang out, she'd find Lily and Emily and intrude on their 5th year nonsense.
Lily and Emily had questioned Rose on her decision to move out of the head dormitory, but Rose refused to tell them anything other then the fact that they'd had a "fallout".
Neither of the girls believed it.
Lil and Em had questioned the three boys but all they could say was that Ro was being an idiot and had blown up at them for no reason.
Lily and Emily loved Rose to death, but they were getting annoyed with her for her preppy, girly, and "un-Roseish" attitude, pretending that her best mates didn't exist, and pretending that she wouldn't care if they all died a tragic death.
In fact, Lily was speculating that Rose was plotting that tragic death.
"That's it!" Lily screamed in frustration at Emily.
Em fell off her bed at the sudden noise.
"Geez! You almost gave me a heart attack! Warn a girl when you're about to scream your head off, will you? Besides, what's 'it'?" Emily said, sitting back on her bed.
"ROSE! I am so done with her and her Malcolm shananigans! I know she doesn't actually like him… or if she does she's really gone crazy…" Lily shook her head. "He's a git! Why in the world would any one like him? And I'm sick and tired of not knowing what happened between her and the boys. 'Fallout' my—"
"Pardon me?" Rose entered the room, laughing at her cousin's antics, only hearing Lily on the verge of swearing.
"Nothing… nothing…" Lily sighed exasperatedly, sitting down on her bed.
"Well, I just came back to put on a little more makeup and then I'm off to meet Malcolm in Hogsmeade!" Rose said with a bright smile on her face.
Fake smile, Lily thought angrily. That's not the Rose smile I know…
"Makeup? Since when do you wear makeup, Ro?" Emily said worriedly, genuinely concerned for her friend.
"Since, like, forever, Em! You're so, like, funny sometimes!" Rose giggled excitedly.
As Rose went into the girls' bathroom to put on more makeup, Lily whispered mockingly to Emily, "Like, totally, like, yeah…"
Em laughed under her breath.
Lil rolled her eyes at her cousin putting on purple eyeshadow.
"How do I look, ladies?" Rose grinned.
"Fine. Just… go on your stupid date, already!" Lily snapped.
"Geez! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning. Am I right, Em?" Rose laughed.
Emily stood there awkwardly, choosing not to respond, but to admire an owl flying around outside. Lily glared at her cousin.
"Uggh…" Rose groaned. "Whatever. See you later, girlayyyys!"
Once Rose had left the room, Lily turned to Emily and said somberly, with a twinge of anger, "Who is she?"
"Sorry?" Emily questioned confusedly.
"Who was that? Because that is definitely not my cousin… It's time you and I figured out what really happened, Em…"
Rose sat on a bench in Hogsmeade outside the Three Broomsticks, admiring her shoes.
Rose and Malcolm had planned to meet in Hogsmeade, as Malcolm said he had to do "something" before their date.
When Rose asked what that "something" was, Malcolm ignored her question and pretended as if he hadn't heard Rose speak.
Rose thought this was somewhat strange, but chose to ignore it.
Rose lifted her head and looked all around, but there was no sign of Malcolm anywhere.
I'm sure he's just running a minute late, Rose thought anxiously. I'm sure he'll be here any minute…
Scorpius was miserable.
He was the epitome of miserable.
He was the definition of miserable! If he looked in the latest dictionary, Scorpius was sure he would see his picture next to the word 'miserable'.
Why was he so miserable?
His best mate, and the girl he was in love with, had been ignoring him for three weeks.
Three whole weeks he had gone without her so much as acknowledging his existence!
He had tried to talk to her numerous times, repeatedly apologizing for Merlin knows what he did, but she continually acted like he didn't exist.
It felt like bloody crap.
And to top it all off, Scorpius couldn't get Rose's last words out of his head: "I don't WANT any of you in my love life."
Rose didn't feel the same way about him as he felt about her.
Unrequited love—it was hell.
Of course, Rose was feeling—deep down, below her fake happiness—the same thing.
But obviously, Scorpius didn't know this, nor did he know that Rose felt the same way about him as he felt about her.
So there he was, the paragon of miserable.
Scorpius sat, with his back against the wall, in a random corridor of Hogwarts.
It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday and Scorpius was sitting inside, being miserable.
Albus and Dillon had invited and attempted to drag Scorp to Hogsmeade with them to get all of their minds, especially Scorpius', off of Rose, but Scorpius had run away before they were able to.
So there he sat, in a random corridor, wallowing away in misery.
Thinking about how much he wished Rose would listen to him or even acknowledge his existence, Scorp was interrupted from his thoughts by a familiar voice.
Finnigan, Scorpius thought angrily.
Peering around the corner slyly, Scorpius saw Finnigan up against a wall, his back facing Scorpius.
Scorpius continued looking curiously and noticed that Finnigan was not alone: Between Malcolm and the wall, a female was pressed up against Malcolm, her hands tangled in his hair, their lips interlocked.
Scorpius' initial reaction was anguish: He had just witnessed the girl he loved snogging another man.
But upon closer inspection, Scorpius quickly discovered that the girl who was currently sucking face with Finnigan was not Rose!
WHAT?, Scorpius thought desperately. He's cheating on her! I knew it! What a right, foul arsehole!, he thought furiously.
Scorpius had never been so angry in his life. Not when Albus had unjustly blown up at Scorpius, not when Greg Parkinson had applauded him on his father's interest and partaking as a death eater, not ever.
Scorp was furious beyond belief.
The second before Scorpius stepped out from behind the corner to run up and beat the crap out of Finnigan, he hesitated.
What held Scorpius back from attacking that arsehole was one thought:
I have to tell Rose.
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~mrsscorpiusmalfoyyy