Chapter 11 \\ Scorose - My Father Won't Hear About This \\ WICELA

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor everything that comes with it. The rights go to J.K. Rowling. The only thing I own is the holes in her stories that I filled with my fantasies.

Stupid, stupid, stupid girl! Talking to him, fighting with him and sometimes even touching him! Stupid!

Rose was incredibly angry with herself. The boy in question, Malfoy, made her mad. He, and the fact that she felt like breaking up with Joe. She didn't talk to him that much and she knew he wasn't the one. He wasn't the one she looked forward to, to see and to talk to. He wasn't the one who kissed her like hell and made her feel incredible. He wasn't the one who made her strong. It was weird, it was totally weird, but Rose knew somewhere she'd to admit it. When she admitted it to herself, maybe it would be easier. There was some point, she knew this incredible guy she always hated, but saved her from her drunk boyfriend. That boy was sweet and lovely, even after every fight they always had. They admitted it was silly to fight like first years and they were like that for seven years. They'd to get over themselves, they admitted, and friends they were. And then, Rose screwed up. She really did, but no matter how much she screwed up, she didn't understand how he knew about that. They were back to boyfriend-girlfriend, after Rose found him and Beaubelle kissing in their dormitory! Who told him? Rose sighted for a second. It didn't matter who told him, it mattered that he knew and he was angry. He wasn't like that, that uncaring person who looked like a god and ruled the school. He was sweet and caring, but only for them who were worth it. And he thought Rose was worth it. And she screwed up. But how...? No, she didn't want to know that. That would make things only worse. The worse thing in the world was that Rose right now thought about a boy she shouldn't like and she screwed up everything they had. Why was she thinking about that? There were more important things in the world, like books for example. Books, books. Yes, books. Rose was finally glad that she found something what could distract her from thinking such weird things. Books. Books. Library. Rose walked through the corridors, greeted some people and walked and walked. Books. Library. Greeting. Walking. Books. Library. Greeting. Walking. There it was. The library. What kind of book? Some light reading, maybe. Rose grinned when she picked a book which was very heavy. Light reading, she called that, while others looked at her like she'd gone mad. Well, they weren't exactly wrong with that...

'Here, let me help you with that!' A familiar voice took the heavy book from her and put it down on the table.

'Let me guess, light reading?' Rose grinned, despite everything and especially the one who took the book from her, she could use a laughter.

'Thanks Joe, but I really want to be alone right now.' Why was it always when she was about to something really difficult, that one had to make it so much worse without even knowing it? So Joe walked away, while Rose admitted to herself that she didn't want that.

'Joe?' She said, a little bit insecure. She felt weird. There were only a few moments in her life when she felt insecure and Rose hated it. The truth was, unfortunately, she had to face those moments instead of skip them. And so did Rose, at this very moment.

'I actually want to correct what I just said. I think we need to talk.' Joe, who had no clue about what was coming, took a sit and put his arm around Rose. She looked at it and casually shook it off.

'Okay then? Euhm...do you want to start?' Rose opened her mouth to give him an answer, but she really didn't know how to say it. How to start even.

'Rose? I really want to make us work. I know I'm quite clumsy - especially when I'm drunk, - but that's no excuse. I really do like you.' Joe smiled sheepishly, but Rose didn't smile back.

'I want to break up with you.' She blurted out. Immediately she covered her mouth with her hands. Shocking of what she just said. Joe's face turned upside down. He looked like Rose just killed a sheep right in front of him.

'I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just...I know you're clumsy, but you're clumsy in a way where I need self-defense. You're pushing me into things we didn't even discussed and I know there are a lot of awkward things to talk about, but I really do think we should talk about those things. I don't feel that I can tell you everything what I want to tell you and I think that I don't fully trust you. Also, you're extremely often very drunk and that's not like me. 'Cause when you're drunk you tell me things and you do things you wouldn't do if you were sober and in that I conclude you don't trust me that much either. I do wanted to make us work either, but not anymore. I'm sorry.' And there it was. The truth. In more words Rose wanted to say it, but she hoped he'd understand.

'Rose...you have a habit of making things more complicated then how they really are.'

'Yeah, because of the fact I'm a girl.' Rose laughed softy at this, but her smile disappeared when he looked really angry.

'It's not that fool, is it?'

'What do you mean?'

'If you break up with me, because of Ferret Malfoy, then I promise you, you will regret this.'

'Joe, I'm a strong, independent girl who's old enough to make decisions like this on my own. You look like my father when you say such things. And I thought you were different than just thinking that I'm that cute and tiny little Rosieposie. Well let me tell you: I'm not. So get over it. I dump you, because I don't want to have a boyfriend who force me to have sex with me when he's drunk!'

'Go Rose!' A few people called out. Of course. They were in the library, so the minute Joe began to speak louder, Rose was speaking louder with him. Right now almost the whole school was aware of what happened. Before Rose dated Joe, she knew stories about him. She only saw his clumsiness, which was cute at the time, but way to underestimated when they became a couple. All those girls around her, supported her. Well, the biggest support was her cousin Lily, who was almost the leader of that group. Rose grinned in herself. She could leave her family alone and being surrounded by books and her thoughts, but her family would never leave her alone, especially in nasty situations (which happened like all the time in her family. Most of the times Rose had a nasty situation with Malfoy, but she wasn't the one with the most kind of these situations ever. James and Fred - and maybe Louis nowadays too - were some pretty kind of man-whores who loved to flirt and kiss, but always leave the girl some days later, had some really good conversations with those girls - which most of the time contained a girl who was crying really hard her heart out and them, who just looked at the girls and said a remark from time to time).

'Of course, I almost forget to add that you threatened me - in front of everyone, so don't deny it - so give me one good reason to actually let me believe that you weren't that bad.'

'I'm that bad, you mean? Like really bad? Merlin, Rose, look at yourself. You're a bookworm, you look like a bookworm, you don't use anything to make you look like something. Do you ever think someone will come to you and really love you like that? I was doing you a favor by dating you. I introduced you to the world of girls who are taken. I even went that far to give you your very best first time and if you weren't that disgusting as you are, I wouldn't be drunk, but you obviously felt for the charms of Prince Charming. Well, I will tell you something. If even I despise you, what make you think he won't?' There came some "booh's" and "GO JOE" from their little public, but Rose didn't feel that happy anymore. The way she'd looked at the crowd was giving her a boost from doing something she wouldn't if they were alone. He just used the crowd with facts he knew he would humiliate her. Yes, it was true, she never used make-up or even looked at herself in the mirror. Why would she? The only thing she needed in life were her brains, not her good looks. With just "looking good" she wouldn't help anybody. Rose looked at the persons who cried "GO JOE!". Malfoy was standing with a small group and some girls had say the same. Joe wasn't that popular as Malfoy, but surely he was someone. He was only someone because he drunk way too much and he was way more clumsy and cute then. And yes, there are actually a lot of girls who fall for that.

'Come Rose.' She heard her cousin saying.

'Lily, you don't have to do this.'

'Of course I have to, silly! If you ever will be able to lay down your books you'll discover that we're an awesome pack of cousins!' Rose smiled and admitted that she was right.

'So what are we going to do?'

'Giving you a make-over of course! That way Joe will be regretting he dumped you like this and nobody will ever think of you like the nerd-Rose again! A bookworm is fine, studying too, but you have to live, sweetheart!' Rose laughed and when they were in their common room and Lily took her to her dormitory, Rose looked quite nervous in the mirror. There was something she always wanted, but it was the thing that she was most afraid to do.

'Lily, a real make-over you mean?'

'A real make-over. Let's start with your hair. What do you want with that?' Rose breathed in and out. Okay. She was ready. She was really going to do it.

'Short.' She answered. 'Really short.'