A/N Ah, the penultimate chapter! Almost there guys, almost there! Aaaaaand Prong's is lying on the floor refusing to move, which means I have taken over! Muahahahahahaha!
CHAPTER 11
When I woke up the next morning, the first think I noticed was Cameron staring at me. The next thing I noticed was a weird feeling in my stomach and a tickling sensation at my sides. I opened my mouth to ask why Cameron was staring at me, but I felt something coming up my throat. I clamped my hand over my mouth and sprinted to the bathroom just in time to throw up several large slugs into the toilet. I groaned, then glanced in the mirror and froze.
I was fucked up. Bad. I had Dirty Cheating Bastard written across my face several times in bright green ink. My hair had been given a reverse Mohawk and dyed red and gold. Gigantic florescent purple tentacles sprouted from my sides and were waving enthusiastically. I poked one, and it began pummeling me. The other 5 joined in until I pointed my wand at them and shouted "Immobulus!" They froze. I shot another spell at my hair and grew it back, but it was still red and gold. The writing on my face would not come off, no matter how hard I tried.
"Yeah dude, what happened?" Cameron asked from behind me.
"Rose saw Cecilia attack me and I couldn't get her off, so now Rose thinks I was cheating on her. I'm guessing her cousins had something to do with this. Her brother too, if he knew."
"That's rough."
"Yeah. Can you do anything about these?" I gestured to the tentacles.
He tried a couple spells, but nothing worked.
"I think I'd better go to Madame Pomphrey," I said. "Here, let me just…" I attempted to Dissilusion them so people didn't stare, but the charm didn't work. "Oh man, they're good. I'll give them that. Now I have to walk through the hallways like this!"
"Run for it," he advised me.
"Gee, thanks for that oh so wise advice," I said sarcastically. "My only comfort is that Cecilia probably looks worse because I'm willing to bet Rose did that herself and she's the best in our year at Charms and Transfiguration."
Cameron smiled, "Oh, I can't wait to see this."
"Take a picture, I'm gonna miss it." I sighed and ignoring the stares of my other roommates started off to the hospital wing.
There was a stunned silence when Cecilia walked into the Great Hall the next morning. Then, the entire Gryffindor table plus most of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs burst into laughter. I could also see a few Slytherins and even some of the teachers snickering.
"What? WHAT?" screamed Cecilia. That was my little bit of genius. Every time she looked in a mirror, she saw her normal self. But Cecilia wasn't her normal self this morning.
I leaned over to Dom and whispered, "Nice job with the clown make-up."
She sniggered and whispered back, "Yeah. And her hair looks amazing. Where d'you think she got it done?" We both began giggling.
Cecilia's hair was gone; green and purple snakes were there instead, writing and hissing. Her skin was a bright orange, courtesy of a strengthening spell on her stray tan. All of her clothes read 'slut', 'whore', or 'skank' in neon pink, flashing and pulsating. Her arms and legs had sprouted thick black hair and her forehead had 'SLUT' written on it in bold black. Her nails were long and yellow. Her teeth were yellow too. I shot the counter curse at her as she whipped out a compact. She could now see herself.
"AAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed, covering her face and running out of the Great Hall, but not before a few cameras flashed.
It took McGonagall 15 minutes, 7 loud bangs from her wand, and red sparks to get us to be quiet. "When I find who has done this-" she began.
The Gryffindors began yelling things like "Give them a pat on the back!" "An award!" "Tell them I say thanks!"
McGonagall had to set off a couple more bangs to get them to shut up.
"They shall get detention for two months and they shall publicly apologize to Miss Lestrange!"
Dom and I shrugged. Even if we got caught, it would be worth it to see Cecilia's face.
McGonagall sat back down, trying to look furious. It didn't work because I could tell she was trying not to smile.
"Rose!" called James.
"Yeah?" I leaned forward to yell down the table.
"Quidditch practice!"
"James!" groaned the entire Quidditch team.
"I wont take no for an answer. You lot have your arses on the pitch in 15 minutes!"
The Quidditch team grumbled, but got up. James, Lily, and I were Chasers, Fred and Louis (Dom's little brother) were beaters, Hugo was Keeper, and Al was Seeker. Dom narrated games. As you can see, our family's really into Quidditch. And we all kick butt, no matter what some people say about James only putting his family on because they're related to him. Gryffindor hasn't lost a game since our family became the team. Oh, it might also be because James is a psychotic captain that makes us practice in the middle of February.
I glanced out the window. Oh yeah, it was snowing. Actually, it was a full out blizzard. Layers. I need lots and lots of layers.
About 15 minutes later, we were all huddled on the pitch, desperately trying to retain what little warmth we still had while James enthusiastically shouted plays at us over the howling of the blizzard.
"Alright…Rose, you'll…while…and Fred are covering…so he can watch for the…Lily and I…" As you can see, it wasn't working very well. We could barely hear what he was saying. He made a gesture that clearly meant for us to mount our brooms. This was accomplished with varying amounts of stiffness.
James took off, rocking in the intense wind. We looked at each other apprehensively then followed.
Instantly the wind rocked my Nimbus 2014, making it buck and spin wildly. I tightened my grip on the handle, steadying it a little. The cold grew more intense as I soared up towards James. I could feel it numbing me through my winter coat, 3 sweatshirts, 5 pairs of pants, 2 hats, my gloves and 7 scarves. I began to shiver hard.
James began to run through plays, but I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was the cold. The last think I remembered was falling through the swirling white snow.
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"-you're such a git you moron! It's a flipping blizzard outside retard!"
"I just-"
"You're a Quidditch obsessed freak! I'm gonna kill you, probably painfully!"
Was that Mary? Her normally dreamy voice was incredibly pissed.
My eyes widened as I glimpsed the Hospital Wing doors opening through a gap in the curtains around my bed. Rose and Lily were being levitated in by a panicky looking James (who was still being berated by a furious Mary). Both Rose and Lily were very pale and had blue lips. James put them down on a couple of beds near mine. James began heaping blankets on Lily as Mary covered Rose.
Madame Pomfrey bustled out of her office. "What happened?"
James opened his mouth to speak, but Mary beat him to it, "This idiot just held a Quidditch practice in the middle of a bloody blizzard!"
"I'm sorry!" James almost wailed as Pomfrey shot him a reproving glare, then headed off to her potions cabinet. She returned and poured a little bright red potion into Lily and Rose's mouths, causing steam to pour out of their ears.
Lily coughed and bolted up. "I hate Pepper Up potion!" she yelled, "It makes me look ridiculous."
Pomfrey looked worriedly at Rose. "Has something like this happened before? It would make her more susceptible to the cold."
James hung his head. "Yes, she fell into a pond over Christmas break and was under for maybe a minute."
Pomfrey nodded, "She'll have to stay here a while then. Miss Potter, you may go, though I recommend you stay close to the fire."
Lily nodded, and she and James left. Mary hesitated, but Pomfrey told her to go. Apparently Rose would probably be out for a while, Mary left.
Pomfrey bustled around a bit more, then went in her office. It was just me and Rose.
My breath quickened as I gazed at her. She was absolutely perfect. And absolutely off limits right now. I sighed, thinking of the hair, the slugs, and the words on my face (all now a thing of the past!). Unfortunately, the tentacles were giving the matron a bit of trouble. I was waiting for Flitwick to be free to come check it out.
Rose stirred and mumbled something. "Spsms." She rolled over and muttered again. This time, I made out "Scorpius." The tone was low and wistful. I froze. My heart beat faster and I smiled. She was dreaming of me!
"I'm here Rose," I whispered.
"Mmm, stay Scorpius." One of Rose's hands twitched towards me.
I smiled sadly. "I will Rose. I'll always be here."
"Don't leave me," she muttered into her pillow.
"I never did."
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Scorpius was there in my dream. We were just walking together. He began to walk faster.
"Scorpius!" I called. And again, louder.
"I'm here Rose," he called over his shoulder.
I began to walk faster to catch up. "Stay Scorpius!" He just increased his pace.
"Don't leave me!" I began running after him. I couldn't lose. He was everything, my first kiss, my first love, my whole future. It was like I wasn't the same without him, whether he was the bane of my existence or my one true love. We were RoseandScorpius, a packaged deal. Before the wrappings had been loose, the string fraying. Then our bindings had tightened and the tears had been taped. But someone had come by with a pair of scissors and cut the sting, slashed the paper, spilled the contents all over. Smashed my life to pieces. I couldn't ignore Scorpius much longer, but I couldn't just he his girl toy of the week either.
The Scorpius in my dream began to fade.
I simply fell to the ground and cried.
When I woke up (thankfully not crying) I heard voices. No, I'm not going insane, than you very much! It as Professor Flitwick talking to Scorpius.
"Well Mr. Malfoy, whoever did this is a strong spell caster!" He muttered a few spells, then exclaimed "Aha!"
Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Professor."
"Anytime my boy!"
Through half closed eyes, I watched Flitwick exit the Hospital Wing.
Madame Pomfrey called her thanks after him, then said "Well Mr. Malfoy, you're free to go."
Pretending to be asleep, I watched Scorpius walk slowly towards the door. Right as he was about to go through, he paused and looked back at me. I saw longing in his eyes before he opened the doors and strode out.
As soon as the doors clicked shut, I groaned and 'woke up.'
"Madame Pomfrey, what happened?"
Madame Pomfrey came out of her office.
"You and Ms. Potter both got mild cases of hypothermia. You have to stay here and get warm. Ms. Potter is fine. She has returned to the common room with Mr. Potter and Ms. Longbottom."
"Can you tell Mary that I'm awake please?"
She smiled at me. "Sure thing." She produced a Patronus in the shape of a swallow which soared through the ceiling towards Gryffindor Tower. I sighed and settled down to wait.
A/N: Review! Please! Prongs is passed out, and reviews can revive her. Well, mostly passed out, she's humming obscure things, and questioning what she's doing with her life. Help quickly! She's going into author questioning. And now I've been told not to write all this down. Damn.