DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rose, Scorpius, Hugo, blokes or ridiculous plans.

Conclusion to Getting it Right.

Blurb …

Six years later, I'm still best friends with Bea, still cousins with Al and still in love with Scorpius Malfoy. Oh, and still trying to get it right. My conclusion … oh, I don't bloody know. :Scorpius/Rose sequel to GIR postDH NextGen:

Chapter 12: The Blokey One.

"… Rosie?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you think this is getting just a bit ridiculous?" Libby asked me, leaning back in her fluffy chair with her hot chocolate. Snow raged outside, but inside Café Julio, it was beautiful, toasty and warm, unlike the barren wasteland that was my heart.

I've really got to stop being so theatrical.

"What?" I scoffed at my friend, sitting opposite her with the coffee that Libby had practically forced into my hands. "No, what's so ridiculous?"

"Rosie," Libby said, flatly. "You're coming to me for comforting. Me! I SUCK at relationships!"

"Then you should be perfect at this!" I insisted. When Libby just glared at me, I hastened to add, "Not – not that I think you're perfect at having to mourn the loss of perfectly good relationships because you've had to do it so often … or well … I just mean that–"

"Yep, just keep digging that hole." But Libby was smiling at me. She soon sighed over her hot chocolate and I inwardly groaned, bracing myself for yet another load of, how're you doing, Rosie? Anything I can do? Honestly, all I did was break up with my boyfriend of six years! You'd have thought my parents had bloody died!

"Look, I'm sorry, Lib," I said, truthfully. "but I'm bitter and I don't want to bring Al and Bea down! You were the only other person I could think of!"

"Wait, bring them down?" Libby raised an eyebrow. "Rosie, the other day, I went over to say hello and it was to find Bea screaming at Queen Godzilla something about pancakes. I don't even know how bloody pancakes are meant to come into a wedding! Al told me he hides in his office at work now until Bea can owl him to say it's safe to come home! Trust me, I don't think your problems are going to make much of a difference at this point."

"Oh, god!" I moaned, hiding my face in the arm of the chair I sat in. "I'm a horrible friend and I'm going to die alone!"

"You're not going to die alone," Libby rolled her eyes. "Look, Scorpius is a bastard, right?"

"Right …"

"And he's been a bastard since you met, right?"

"Right!"

"Well," Libby just shrugged. "In that case, somewhere along the lines, that bastard fell in love with you! And a bastard who can fall in love can't be that bad, can he?"

I found myself grinning. Libby just had the natural ability to brighten anyone's day and soon, I was laughing for the first time in over a week. "Ah, Merlin …" I giggled. "Why can't I seem to get anything right?"

"Hmm," Libby pondered. "Do you want the best mate answer, or the philosophical answer?"

"Best mate."

"Ok, philosophical it is!" Libby said, cheerfully and I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I was surprised she didn't pull out a pipe and fake beard, especially since I know for a fact that she owns both. "Rosie, it is of my conclusion that getting everything right is not an easy road …"

"Are you serious?"

"There are twists and turns!" Libby ploughed on, leaning forward with wide arms for what I'm sure she thought was a dramatic effect. "Sometimes, you fall off the broom! But you must remember that I, along with your other friends, will always be there to catch you."

"Did you seriously just compare my life to a broom ride?" When Libby nodded, I just got up and moved around the coffee table, sitting on the arm of Libby's chair so I could hug her tightly to my side. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"So what was the best mate answer?"

"Oh," Libby just shrugged. "It's 'bitch, what're you on about?! You're the hottest girl in the city and Scorpius is such a dick for forgetting that! You're better off without him!' … see?" Libby grinned up at me. "Feel better?"

I considered. "I feel a bit more womanly-girl-power, but as for my relationship ending … not so much."

"Rosie, I swear it'll get better." Libby insisted and I moved back around the coffee table to collapse back into my chair. In fact, if I play my cards right, I may never have to leave this chair again! Food can be delivered, I can people-watch for entertainment and whenever I need to go to the loo, I can just …

Er, never mind. Chair life isn't for me.

"When, Libby?" I moaned. "When I'm old and on my death bed?!"

"Look, remember when I went out with that Nick bloke last year?" Libby asked me. "It took me forever to get over him!"

"Wait, the biker who wanted to get his face tattooed on your arse? How could I forget Nicko?" The memory of Libby sending me a frantic owl at four in the morning to come rescue her wasn't one I was likely to overlook any time soon.

"Well, ok, perhaps he wasn't the best example," Libby said, hastily. "Rob! What about Rob?"

"The bloke you cried over for about two weeks?" I asked. "Didn't you ask Bea and I to help egg his house?"

"Exactly!" Libby seemed to be adamant that we stop the trip down 'Libby Fletcher's List of Crazy Ex-Boyfriends' lane. "When a relationship ends, it's hard to get over it, no matter how it happened–"

"Actually," I said. "If you consider Trevor, I was never exactly under him, so it seriously didn't take me long to get over–"

"Rosie, shut it! You're ruining my examples!" Libby cut in. "You and Scorpius were together for six years and everyone around you two knew how much you loved each other! Those feelings aren't going to go away overnight, if at all!"

"If at all?" I gave Libby a hard look. "What the hell does that mean?!"

"Er, well," Libby gave a hasty grin. "Just … I may have a slight bet going with Trev about when you and Scorpius are going to get back together … but just so you know, I totally bet that you wouldn't!"

"You think we're not going to get back together?!" I cried. Seriously, I thought I was the only one with a gambling problem! As it turns out, we should have all just joined a Gamblers Anonymous group!

"Uh …" Libby winced. "I mean … Rosie, do you want to get back together with Scorpius?"

I just gave a frustrated groan. "Yes, of course I do!" I cried. "but I don't! I mean–!" I am extremely messed up. "Look, it would be so easy for me to run back to him right now, but I know that I can't do that. If I do … we'll just go right back to where we were; unhappy. So I've got to at least try and pretend I don't love him anymore. It hurts less."

"Hell, Rosie," Libby gave me a half-hearted grin. "If it helps, I love you?"

"Thanks, Lib. I love you, too," I told her. Finishing our coffee and hot chocolate for the next few moments, my mind was practically forced to consider Libby's words. Was I ever really going to stop screwing things up so badly? Ever since we'd broken up, I'd spent practically every moment trying to force myself not to think of Scorpius, which of course never worked. I'm just not good at being single! For the past six years, I've shared my life with someone else and I got used to it! Being alone is so depressing!

"You know what?" I said, sounding a lot more confident. Libby just smiled and shrugged. "It would be way easier if I was a bloke!"

Libby blinked. "… er, ok, you have to explain that one." she said.

"A bloke!" I cried. "Seriously? You've never considered it? Bloke's have it so easy! They never have to wear a shirt, they don't have to cross their legs when they sit, they don't have to handle hard feelings, they just pretend they don't exist! Everything's simple for men! In fact, I'll bet Scorpius is somewhere, being completely ok with us breaking up! Whereas me? Every day, all I feel like doing is curling up in a blanket and crying while watching the sad episodes of Doctor Who!"

"Rosie," Libby told me. "If you want, the next time I see Scorpius, I swear I will make him cry for you. Will that make you feel better?"

Of course, I was so emotional I felt like crying again. "Libby!" I tried not to sob. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me!"

"Hey," Libby grinned. "If you're going to become a bloke, you got to stop with the whole sweet 'I love you' thing! Uncomplicated, emotionless blokes don't do that."

"I'm sorry, you're right," I said at once. "I mean …" I put on the lowest, manliest voice I could and said, "Hey, mate, ready to go out and get trolleyed? I can't believe the Falcons are eighth on the table! That last game was a complete piss-take! Whoa!" I gestured to the closest girl in the café. "Hot bird at twelve o'clock, check out the arse on that girl!"

Libby simply applauded me. "Bravo, Rosie!" she cried. "I swear, if you really were a bloke, I'd totally shag you."

"Thanks. I'd shag you, too."

Now that was friendship.

Dear beautiful LL,

I know you honestly mean well, but I'm seriously so sick of people asking what the hell is wrong with me. Yes, I broke up with Scorpius. No, I don't want to talk about it. Let's leave it at that. I've already had my brain wrung out by my friends about how this was partly my fault anyway, I don't need to hear it again.

The Hogwarts play was brilliant, though! The twins played brothers and Lysander's character was out to get Lorcan's. The kids playing the main characters I swear will be famous one day. They were so convincing, I actually thought they were in love at one point … then Lorcan told me that in reality they barely knew each other. I was actually kind of disappointed, since I had created this whole backstory for them in my head while watching. To be told they didn't know each other felt kind of disheartening, like there's no chance for love, ever.

Am I sounding a bit morbid? I'm so sorry, LL. I don't mean to be.

I'm glad you're still having fun in New Zealand! Have you made it to Antarctica yet? I seriously can't wait until Al and Bea's wedding; not only do I get to see you, but the ridiculous planning will finally be over, Al and Bea will be happy and I'll never have to see Annie 'Queen Godzilla' Bowmen ever again! The girl actually hired some of the models who work for the same agency as her to be guests at the wedding, something about making the aesthetic aura of the ceremony as beautiful as possible, or whatever the crap. In other words, she thinks all of Al's relatives are ugly and they need to be cancelled out with some pretty models.

Your mum has, for once, not requested that I ask you to come home! She says it's because she knows you're going to be coming home soon for the wedding, but secretly I think it's because she knows that her continued asking is just making you want to travel more. So now you don't have to worry about your mum nagging! And I know, I'm sorry that I can't come to visit you, even though a cruise ship does sound very tempting and I'd seriously love to get out of the country at the moment … but I'm afraid I just can't get out of work. But, erm, if someone happens to ask you within the next month or so, could you do me a favour and tell them that I actually am visiting you? I swear I'll explain later.

I hope you have a good time wherever you are at the moment … and I know that you'll just screw up this letter if I don't mention Scorpius somehow, so I'll give you a bit of something. It's awkward. So bloody awkward. It's been nearly two weeks now and I've somehow managed to avoid him completely! But I'm absolutely dreading the moment I have to face him again and I know that I'll have to at some point … there's just no getting around the fact that he's a part of my life now and probably always will be. That doesn't mean I have to be happy about it.

Al reckons I'm just being stupid, seeing as I've slammed doors in his face at six in the morning, just to avoid seeing him, but in my opinion, I could take it even further! I'm considering ringing their flat first – yes, on the fellytone! – to see if the coast is clear.

… Merlin, I miss you and your advice. I think I've gone insane.

Look after yourself,

Rosie. xox

PS. I really can't answer your question. At the moment, all I keep thinking is I hate him, but … well. I'll let you interpret that.

I took a deep breath before knocking on the door to the flat. I knew I shouldn't be here. I knew that this was probably just going to cause more drama. But I couldn't help it; I'm nothing if not stubborn and it's not like I've got anything else in my life going for me. I closed my eyes as I knocked and waited for him to answer.

"Rosie?"

"Hugo!"

I threw myself at my little brother in the doorway. Hugo looked utterly confused, which didn't surprise me; I love my brother dearly, but with our lives being so busy, we both really only saw each other at family gatherings. My little brother was basically a little kid at heart, only he hated the spotlight. I think the Sorting Hat placed him in Gryffindor because he knew Hugo had it in him (Hugo had fearfully admitted to me the day before September 1st that he was worried that he would be put in Hufflepuff). But I knew how brave my brother could be. The evidence of it was in fact currently lounging on his sofa, pouring through what looked like account records.

"Hi, Caroline." I said politely to my brother's girlfriend.

"Rose!" Caroline dropped all the papers from her hands. "H-hello! Nice to see you, again."

"There's no need to be afraid, I'm not here to announce another Weasley Terror Event!" I told her with a grin and Caroline visibly relaxed with a shaky laugh. Hugo was eyeing me shrewdly.

"Rosie, not that I don't love you and everything," he said as he gestured for me to come inside and shut the door behind me. "But what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working or something?"

"Only for the next two weeks! At the end of the month I've got a couple of weeks time off," I said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Work thinks I'm heading out to New Zealand to visit LL!"

"… and you're not?" Hugo asked.

I scoffed. "You think I could afford to jet off halfway around the world for ten days or so? Hugo, please. But don't tell Al or Bea, they think I'm visiting her, too."

"You going to explain your life of deceit and lies?" Hugo asked, amused now. Caroline joined us as we sat down at Hugo's kitchen table and my brother lovingly poured me a cup of tea.

"It all started with a Healer course," I admitted, accepting his cup, gratefully. "At the end of the month, some Healers from Belgium are coming to London to do a week long course in emergency procedures. They've invited the blokes from St Mungo's to come join them for extra-credit, but not the girls. Only blokes can be Healers in Belgium, I've got no idea where that barmy rule came about."

"That's right, my cousin's from Belgium," Caroline nodded. "His sister moved to England so she could become a Healer."

"Right!" I pointed out. "You should've seen the complaining from the girls in my trainee year, they nearly tore our boss to pieces! The blokes have the opportunity to gain extra work and get that boost up in the selection process at the end of the year, whereas the girls just have to work harder! It's so not fair."

Hugo had been eyeing me with scepticism this whole time and now I got the feeling he already knew what I was planning. "You're going to go on this training course anyway, aren't you?"

"Of course, Hugo," I said. "Here I was thinking you knew me!"

"Rosie, are you insane?" Hugo shook his head as I drank my tea. I'd been expecting this response. "I'm normally up for an adventure, but you've got several problems to face, here."

"I know," I said. "That's why I came to you."

"What the hell am I supposed to do about it?!"

"You can teach me how to act like a bloke!" I said. "I couldn't ask Al, he would sell me out to Mum or something in an instant and Scorpius is clearly out. James wouldn't take me seriously and Trevor can't keep a secret to save his life, so you were pretty much my only option!"

"Ok, even if I agreed to help you," my brother said, almost laughing at my stark-raving mad plan. "One: even if you managed to disguise yourself as a bloke and go, who will you claim to be? The Belgium team won't claim you and the blokes on your own course won't recognise you! Two: if you figured that out, how would you get the credit put under your name? Three: um … well, you're a girl," He gestured vaguely to my chest. "That'll be pretty hard to cover …"

"Aw, c'mon, Hugo!" Caroline gave an encouraging smile. "I'm sure your sister has a plan! Don't you, Rose?"

"Um, I was sort of figuring this out as I went along …" I admitted. Caroline gave me a look that clearly said, not helping.

"For a Ravenclaw, you're not that great at working out the minor details, are you?" Hugo snorted.

"That was Bea's job, I was the big picture girl."

"That's what I thought," I honestly thought Hugo was going to tell me it was impossible. But then, he cracked his knuckles, exchanged a look with Caroline and grinned at me. "Well, I suppose we'd better get cracking, then! Looks like I'm finally getting that big brother I always wanted!"

In hindsight, sneaking off into a forbidden training that could potentially get me fired if I was caught was probably a bad idea. But damn it, I was determined to do something that I could control. I wasn't going to have rude, middle-aged men telling me that I couldn't do something just because I was a girl. I could probably whip half the blokes on my course's arses into shape if I wanted! I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Together, Hugo and I figured out a plan. I would be playing the role of Rose Weasley's older cousin, who was a Healer in Exeter and was invited to the course by a convenient letter signed by his boss (otherwise known as Caroline writing with her non-wand hand). Upon completing the course, he would decide that emergency procedures is not the department for him and request that his credit be transferred to his closest cousin: the wonderful, rule-abiding Rose Weasley.

"Is that actually allowed?" Caroline asked as she wrote the letter. "I mean, what if they don't want the credit transferred to someone else without having done the course?"

"Ah, but they'll have no choice!" I said. "For my cousin will just so happen to be the Head of Department for the trainee programme in Exeter and will have the power to do so!"

"Why haven't the other girls invented long-lost cousins for this?" Caroline laughed.

"Because their names aren't Rose Weasley," Hugo rolled his eyes. "Right! So remember what I taught you?"

"Of course, I've been practicing!" I said. I gathered my thoughts and offered a hand to Hugo to shake. "Hey, I'm Kevin Weasley from the Exeter Magical Hospital, I'm sure you've been expecting me. No? Oh, mate, I told my boss to send that letter! Here, it's from the hospital manager; can't rely on them, can you? Whoa, mate, check that out! Hot babe, hell she's got a rack!" I grinned. "Blokey enough for you?"

"I dunno, Rosie, I reckon you might just pull this off," Hugo said, looking impressed. "Just make sure to not go all overly emotional or forget to cast a concealment charm on your boobs."

"Thanks, Hugo."

"Hey, what are brothers for?" Hugo said.

"Apparently, dressing up their sisters as blokes so they can sneak into an illegal Healing course." Caroline put in from where she was leaning over the coffee table.

Hugo then offered me a biscuit as Caroline finished off the letter for me. I had to admit, I quite liked that girl. "Must say, Hugo, you picked a keeper there," I told him, the two of us standing in the kitchen together. "Caroline's great! She can keep a secret, right?"

"Of course she can, Rosie," Hugo said glancing through the kitchen doors at his girlfriend with a fond expression. "And yeah, I know. I still have no idea how she ended up going out with me. Barely said two words to me at Hogwarts."

"You knew her back then?" I asked.

"Year above me," Hugo shrugged. "Kind of fancied her, got her to dance with me at the Christmas Ball back in third-year. I sort of forgot about her once she left school and in seventh-year I went out with Amy, so she was basically the last thing on my mind. After Amy and I ended, it was years until I saw Caroline again. It wasn't until I walked into her tea shop in Diagon Alley, two years ago that we met once more."

"What the hell were you doing in a tea shop?" I snorted.

"I'd heard that their froth was to die for!" Hugo said, rolling his eyes at me as he stuffed another biscuit in his mouth. "Whatever, it was worth it. She's brilliant."

"Has she moved in, yet?" I asked him, noticing the array of girly things in my brother's flat. Here and there, I would spot something that clearly belonged to Caroline; the flowery mug in the sink, the pink cooking apron hung by the oven, the collection of high-heeled shoes spilling from Hugo's room and, from my visit to the bathroom, I'd seen two toothbrushes in a cup.

Hugo turned faintly pink and I almost giggled at the sight. "Sort of. Not officially," He glanced at the floor. "I want her to. Reckon I should ask?"

"I dunno, I say just do what's right for you," I suddenly didn't feel like my biscuit, despite the fact that it tasted divine. I chucked it back on the kitchen counter behind us. "Moving in was kind of a disaster for me, but it could be perfect for you."

"Yeah …" Hugo gave me a look, like he wanted to hug me or something. "Look, Rosie, I heard about you and Scorpius from Al. I'm sorry, sis."

"Thanks." I said, because I couldn't think of what else to say and also, because Hugo looked pretty heartbroken for me.

"I'm serious," he said at once. "If you want me to hunt that bloke down and curse his arse off, just give me the word and he's a dead man!"

"Thanks for the offer," I smiled at him. "But I think I'm ok for now."

"Please, assure me," Hugo said. "You're not going out on this huge bad-girl bender, screwing the rules and dressing up as a bloke because of him, are you?"

"Why the hell would I be doing it because of him?" I said.

Hugo shrugged. "Because you're trying to fill the hole in your life with work? Because you want to prove to yourself that you don't need him? Because you want to prove to him that you can do this without his support? Because you're insisting that you're already over him? Because–?"

"Ok!" I cut in. "Would you believe me if I said no?"

"No."

"Fine," I gave him a grim look. "I'm 'not doing because of him'. But the whole drama might have … encouraged me slightly. Given me the courage to actually do it, because I'd been wishing I was brave enough to do this ever since I found out about the course! The whole Scorpius thing just reminded me that everything comes and goes and that if I don't seize this opportunity now, it might never come again! I almost don't care about the extra credit, I just want the experience. He might have been the trigger," I nudged my brother with my arm. "but he's not making me. I'm the one doing this."

"Is it true that you were the one who dumped him?" he asked, a little out of the blue.

"Yes," I huffed. "C'mon, did Al influence you? Honestly, I'm not an idiot! Even I know a lost cause when I see one."

"But were the two of you really a lost cause?" Hugo asked. "Sorry, I swear, I'm not defending him!" he quickly added at my glare. "Not at all! But … it's just, I know how much you loved him. And you might deny it, but you were great together, Rosie. I even kind of liked that bloke, even if it was mainly just to see Dad get all pissed off."

"Would you stop worrying?" I said, exasperatedly. "I'm fine with it!"

"If I believed that, I wouldn't be standing here, asking you," Hugo told me and I glanced guilty away. "Rosie," he said. "You've been together since you were sixteen. I'll stop worrying if you tell me that you're happy. Seriously, I swear I'll stop pestering if you can look me in the eye and honest to Merlin tell me that you are absolutely fine with this, that you are completely happy with the decision you made."

"I …" I still stared at the floor, but slowly I dragged my eyes up to my brother's face. Looking at his eyes, I knew that no matter what answer I gave him, he would never stop worrying about me. So I told him the truth. "Hugo, I'm bloody miserable. I miss him so much, everything aches. I've been avoiding him for over two weeks now because I know that if I see him, I'm just going to end up caving and begging him to take me back. But our relationship was going nowhere, so I had to do it. It was the right thing to do."

"If you say so," Hugo said, softly. "But if it's any consolation, I think you make a pretty fantastic big brother. By the time Caroline and I are through with you, you'll be fending off hoards of girls with a ten-foot broomstick!"

Conclusion to Hugo, Scorpius and just blokes in general:

-Have I mentioned that I love my brother?

-Once Hugo and Caroline flitted around with their concealment and other charms, I made one very handsome boy! I was pretty convincing, if I do say so myself, which is a relief since I had been worried that my lady assets would give me away.

-Is this plan insane? Definitely. Will I do it anyway? Oh, yes!

-I stand by my decision to break up with Scorpius, but it's still the hardest choice I've ever had to make. Every time I found myself wavering, I forced myself to remember all the reasons I hated him. Once I got into a roll, it actually wasn't that hard!

-Blokes. They're insane. I don't know why the hell I ever put up with them.

Rose: 15, Scorpius: 16.

(I'm fine! I don't need a bloke in my life!).

A/N: When I wrote GIR, I always wished that an opportunity for Rose to pretend to be a boy would come up, just like Viola. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it work. Then, writing CGIR, I found that there was a perfect opportunity! I know that Rose's plan is completely crazy, but Rose is essentially a bit of a crazy person at the moment, and I hope you will look forward to Rose's insane attempts to get onto the Healer course anyway.

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