Oh dear.
Why, hello there. How are you doing? The name's Amethyst. Although that's a pen name.
What to say, what to say...
AH! YES!
Thank you to TheExtraStudent for reminding me that this story exists and people still care.
I'm quite happy with how much has changed in a year.
Eh, not really. I mean, this story has a little over 5,000 views (WOAH) but in terms of favorites and follows? Meh.
But I'm not complaining. I'm not here to say that I stopped writing this story because of the stats. I could care less about the stats. Here's really why:
This story is probably one of my most messy stories. At first, it was great. I loved writing about Scorrose, but then that chick came - ya know, the twenty-something year old prostitute and what-not? - and then the story got messed up.
I mean, I loved writing about Grazie, but I despised Rose and Scorpius's form of revenge. I remember cringing as I wrote it because even then, I knew that wasn't realistic.
Now, I've changed. I have much more respect for girls and I don't think that any girl would be stupid enough to spend her lifetime torturing the young boys of Hogwarts with her Veela-like abilities. Honestly, that whole thing was entirely unrealistic, quite offensive to the general population of women (I mean, I'm a girl! How could I have written that?) and after I released that Howler-prank-revealing-secrets-chapter, my story just went completely off course.
Honestly, I tried. I tried very, VERY hard to write chapter 12. But nothing came. Scorrose is supposed to have a rollercoaster of ups and downs, but my story threw them off the rollercoaster and had them rolling down a cliff, into the river, that led to a waterfall, leading them into a stream, into a bigger ocean, so that they can be washed up on the shore of a deserted island.
(Now you know why that question about what you would bring to a deserted island is so important. Always be prepared, kids.)
I messed it up when Rose decided to not confront Scorpius about him admitting he was in love with her, but instead was all like "Hey none of that happened lol"
STUPID. STUPID. STUPID.
Because Rose is a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors aren't afraid. Gryffindors aren't going to walk around that elephant in the room, nah, they're going to walk right up to that elephant and smack it.
Just kidding. They would pet the elephant, not smack it, because animals have feelings too.
#animallover
I'm getting off topic. Right. So that just messed up my story. I don't even know why I wrote that. What Rose did was complete OOC of what I made her out to be, and honestly, I just wanted to put some fluff. My desire for fluffiness led to me not writing fanfiction in a year... so I blame myself. You guys didn't do anything wrong.
Lesson of the year? Don't let the pen take you off the lines.
Ever.
So I haven't dared to reread this story, (I'm scared) but I will say that I really liked this story. I liked the idea, I LOVEDLOVEDLOVEDLOVED THE TITLE SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL, and I liked the way I wrote it. However, I had many plot holes and did not develop my characters as I'd planned to. I, like Rose, was reckless, but I was reckless in my writing, not in the bad-girl-party-type of way. (I'm a nerd. That's not what I do.)
In fact, I love all the stories I've written on here. Seven Ways to Woo James Potter? Woah. That was a pretty fucking amazing idea. I honestly want to continue it, just because I want to see Lily woo James for once, but here's another problem:
I lost all my documents.
Meaning, that deletes all documents created after 90 days. And since it's been WAY more than 90 days, I have lost my scraps of Chapter 12, and any other HP fanfiction ideas I've had.
What a shame... the poor groom's bride is a whore. I CHIME IN, HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF-
Gosh, I needed to stop getting off topic. Let me just sum it up for you, so I don't ramble again:
1. I lost all my documents - so no updating my abandoned stories since I have nothing in my doc manager to update.
2. This story was a mess - so I will NOT be completing it. It is over.
3. However, I pity y'all for waiting so very long, so I am going to put an ending chapter with epilogue for The Oxymorons that will hopefully be enough to satisfy you people and this messed-up story.
4. This author's note is referring to ALL my in-progress, multi-chapter stories - they will not be completed or continued.
5. All my in-progress, multi-chapter stories will, however, still remain up. I love them too much to let them go. I will not take down my one-shots either.
6. I am NOT deleting any of my stories or this account. Everything will remain up. Why? Because I am proud of my work on here, despite how long it's been.
7. Do NOT give me hate or criticism for my choices in this matter. It's been a year. If an author takes a year to update another chapter, then that's kind of a hint that they MIGHT just stop the story. Okay? Okay. So don't act like this was unexpected, because I've been meaning to say this for a while now.
I hope you all, instead of judging me and hating, SUPPORT me in this decision. I am not leaving Fanfiction. I still read many stories from here, and I truly do like the stories I have written. I am, simply, stopping. I can't continue writing something when it's been so long and I have no muse for this story, or any of my stories on here. (And how do you have a muse when all your documents have disappeared? Hmm?)
With that being said, I now present to you the "ending" of The Oxymorons, written from only my knowledge from last year. I haven't read the story or anything; this is probably very unrealistic. But I want to give you all a goodbye present, and this is the story I decided to use as my present. (You should all thank TheExtraStudent - if it wasn't for him or her, I wouldn't have FINALLY written this note or made this story ending my goodbye present. There might've been no present.)
Rose was, undoubtedly, frustrated with herself.
What was wrong with her? Why hadn't she confronted Scorpius yet? Where did all that Gryffindor bravery go?
Probably wherever I left my heart, with Scorpius Malfoy.
It was still hard for her to accept the fact that she liked Scorpius. And it wasn't even a tiny, schoolgirl crush... this was something that, by the day, seemed to grow bigger and bigger until it soon exploded and she would have to say a different four-letter word.
Yes, Rose could barely accept her crush, but the possibility that she would fall in love with him?
Impossible, yet insanely likely.
Wait, what was Rose doing here, sitting in the library, thinking? She had to find Scorpius! She had to confront him, figure out how and why the fuck he ever was in love with her in fifth year. Fifth year, of all years! Rose always labeled that as her worst year - in terms of grades, recklessness, personality, friendships, everything.
Rose stood up suddenly, the wooden chair creaking obnoxiously loud. Madam Pince glared at her, and Rose pondered yet again on how much of a better place the world would be if Pince just got that stick up her ass permanently removed.
Where could Scorpius possibly be?
... the Marauder's Map! Rose had managed to steal it from Albus yet again. It was a petty theft, yes, but it soothed her at the thought of how Albus would react when he saw it was gone.
Ugh, Albus. Her stupid matchmaking cousin, making dares and bets and requests that seemed selfless, but was really for his own purpose. Salazar Slytherin would be bloody proud.
Rose hurried out of the library, pausing in an abandoned hallway to take out the map. Eyeing it, she saw that Scorpius was in an alcove near the Great Hall. Huh. What was he doing there?
Not hesitating, she rushed to the Great Hall, footsteps pounding, ghosts yelling after her, "No running the halls, young lady!" But Rose didn't care. This was her moment to discover the truth, to understand Scorpius. To confront.
As she reached the alcove, Rose began to hear strange sounds. Moaning. Whispers. "Scorpius," a girl's voice repeated again and again, breathlessly. Rose felt her stomach drop as she turned the corner.
Standing there were two figures. One was Scorpius, his pale blond hair immediately recognizable. Another was a girl, one with fair skin and gorgeous dark brown hair that seemed to gleam despite the dim lighting. The figures seemed stuck together, their lips molding together furiously. The girl was shirtless, displaying her pale pink bra to anyone who could walk in. She muttered the name again. "Scorpius," she said, and suddenly Rose froze.
"Emmeline?" She gasped, before she could stop herself.
"Rose!" Emmeline gasped, pulling apart from Scorpius. Her face a bright red, she quickly found her shirt on the ground and began to button up, all as Rose simply stood there.
At the sound of Rose's name, Scorpius immediately turned. His eyes wide, filled with unmistakable guilt, he began quickly, "Rose, this isn't-"
"It's fine," Rose said softly, her voice seeming all too loud in the suddenly silent atmosphere. Her eyes turned to Emmeline's, suddenly teasing. "I know you hate me, but you might want to keep your shirt on for the rest of your make-out sessions. You never know who might walk in on them, Finnigan."
Emmeline's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out.
"I suggest you leave, Finnigan. I have to speak to Scorpius about Head Duties, and I'm afraid you're not apart of them," continued Rose, her teasing tone dropping and eyes turning cold. The two looked at each other, sharing an indecipherable look, before Emmeline nodded meekly and began to walk speedily down the corridor.
As soon as her footsteps faded away, Rose turned to Scorpius. Muttering a quick Muffliato, she began, "I'd like to talk to you about what you said on the night of the ball."
His gorgeous gray eyes widened as he took a step back into the wall. "Rose, I-" he started, her name falling perfectly from his worn-out, fully kissed lips.
Rose expected to feel this burning inside of her. She expected fury, anger, hate. Her ex-best friend has just kissed her crush! But now, after everything, she was only numb. Empty. Nothing mattered. Nobody mattered. All was gone.
In a dead, emotionless tone, she spoke. "Is it true you lov-liked me in fifth year?"
Voice shaking, he responded with a "Y-yes."
"That's all I needed to know," she whispered, attempting to turn away. But she felt frozen, as if she could not move, pierced suddenly by his intense gaze.
"Rose," he said, his voice husky and natural and beautiful in that way she always liked "Rose, stop."
But she wasn't going anywhere. Couldn't he see that? She wasn't going anywhere, she never was. She couldn't.
He came closer than ever before it, his hands reaching down to cup her cheeks. Her eyes looked at him, wide and confused. What was he doing? Is he doing what she thought he was doing? Why would he do that? What-
And suddenly all thoughts were cut off with lips. His lips. Kissing hers, telling her all the things he couldn't seem to say. Holding her in his embrace, giving her the warmth and the passion he couldn't express. The numbness inside of her seemed to fade away, replaced by burning passion. She couldn't stop, she wouldn't stop. Responding, she grabbed his collar and brought him even closer, his scent filling up her entire body.
Suddenly, a whiff of Emmeline's perfume reached her nose and she let go. Breathless, Rose gasped, shaking her head. This was wrong. This was bloody wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
"Scorpius, no," she panted, breathless from the kiss. "You don't like me. You like Emmeline. Remember, the girl you were snogging and probably about to shag if I didn't walk in? Go. Go to her. She likes you. I hate her, but she likes you. She fucked you up, she ruined your life with Grazie, but she likes you. She's a horrible person, but she likes you. She likes you. She likes you. Goddammit, she likes you! Why can't you just fucking like her back?"
"Rose-"
But Rose was no longer talking about Emmeline.
"She likes you, and she doesn't know how or why, but all she knows is that everytime she's around you she goes bloody insane, and all she wants to do is kiss you forever, until the both of you are breathless. All she wants is you, but you won't notice a bloody thing, and by the time you do, you go fucking ruin it with a confession that ruins her! She likes you, she likes you, she likes you, and she doesn't know if you like her because all you send is mixed signals. You just fuck it up, and she doesn't know what to do. She likes you. She likes you. And she's pretty goddam close to loving you."
With that, Rose turned on her heel and walked away. Ignoring Scorpius's yells for her to come back, that this conversation wasn't bloody over, but Rose knew that it was over far before it ever started.
Fear not. The 'epilogue' is here.
"Rose," Hermione knocked on the door yet again. She didn't want to try to unlock the spells, she wanted Rose to let her in willingly. Hermione understood the feeling of wanting to be left alone.
But this had gone on too long. It was the week after graduation. As soon as Rose came home, she locked herself up in her room and refused to come out. Hermione's mother instinct told her that this wasn't a temporary thing.
It was Scorpius Malfoy. He had hurt her baby, her reckless, annoying, yet absolutely lovable daughter. He had taken her heart, and refused to give it back, leaving Rose stranded, confused, and utterly empty.
Hermione had gotten most of the story from Lily, Hugo, and Albus. Apparently, Rose had liked Scorpius but he had dated Emmeline Finnigan instead. (Oh, what Hermione would do to that girl if she ever got her hands on her.) Albus wasn't even sure if Scorpius liked Emmaline, but they had been officially dating since December and Rose was utterly devastated. Lily told Hermione that even though she says she's fine, Lily doesn't think she is because she seemed still hung up over Scorpius, all the way until graduation.
Bah. Malfoy men.
Hermione's eyes grew wistful at the thought of her time with Draco Malfoy. Then, as she remembered the aftermath of that relationship, she straightened her back, a newfound determination coming over her. Hermione Granger would not let her daughter lose this fight.
With sudden power, her wand zipped through the air in intricate designs and simple slashes as she put down the many locking charms Rose had put up. Throwing open the door, she yelled, "Young lady, you are to get off that pathetic floor and set your ass down on the bed! I'm telling a story!"
Her daughter looked up, utterly shocked. Like Hermione had presumed, she was kneeled against the wall, curled on the dark brown, dusty wood. At her appearance, Hermione had to hold back a gasp. Rose was a mess.
Rose's hair was tangled and knotted, reeking of dirt and caked with dandruff. Her eyes were sunken, with dark, heavy bags. She looked exhausted, tear tracks covering her usually fair face, and the clothes she wore seemed soiled and reeked of body odor.
"M-mum?" she croaked, her voice hoarse but still shocked.
"Correct, I am your mother. And as your mother, I demand you do as I've asked. Sit down on the bed. Now," Hermione snapped, hands on her hips. She didn't mean to sound pushy, but she couldn't help it! Her daughter was being ridiculous.
Rose hesitantly sat on the bed, her eyebrows raised slightly from her mother's suddenly stern tone. "You wanted to tell me a story?" she asked again, her voice improving slightly as she spoke.
Hermione sighed as she sat cross-legged across from her daughter. "I was once in a situation like yours, Rose. It was seventh year, I was Head Girl and my first love was the Head Boy."
Rose flinched at the word 'love', as if she was stabbed. Recovering quickly, she tilted her head slightly. "You mean dad?"
Hermione laughed. Oh, she wished. Things would've been much easier if it was just Ron.
"No, sweetie. It was Draco Malfoy."
At this, Rose's mouth dropped open. "You...you mean, Malfoy-you-Merlin," she stuttered.
Hermione smiled. Her tone was bittersweet as she said, "Yes, Malfoy. Like mother, like daughter, am I right?"
Rose chuckled slightly at this, her laugh also a bit bitter. "So... how?"
"At first, we hated each other. But I was hurting from the war, and so was he. Harry had gone into depression following the war. Ron? Oh, Merlin. He'd gone mental. Literally."
"I remember feeling so alone without my best friends. Nobody really came back for that last year. Everybody was hurting, recovering, fixing themselves up. I wasn't. I was broken, so broken, but I thought Hogwarts would remind me of the good things. Of why I shouldn't just forget magic and become Muggle once again. My parents were lost in Australia, not even knowing they had a daughter. The Weasleys were mourning, and all my friends were staying close to their families, just trying to repair themselves by being around the ones they loved."
At this, Hermione's voice cracked. Seventh year had been perhaps the lowest point of her life. She felt so alone. So lost. So... numb.
"Draco's parents were locked away in prison. When we first met, we despised each other, but soon we grew close. Friends, we decided. We only had each other. I depended on him, he depended on me. We needed each other. Soon, the friendship became something more."
"Suddenly, I was in love. Draco wasn't my first boyfriend, but he was my first love. The first person to steal my heart. We kept our relationship a secret, but it was still perfect. Nobody else mattered. It was just us, lost in the dream of each other. Nothing could go wrong, nothing could break us apart."
Her eyes lit up as she spoke, remembering their relationship. The kisses and passion shared behind closed doors. The way he was the only one on her mind. He was all he could think about, and she loved it. She loved him.
"But then?" pressed Rose gently.
Hermione's expression of delight dropped as she remembered.
"But then graduation was nearing. And we had lived so much in the present, we refused to talk about the future. Our future, and whether it would be together. I think we were afraid, afraid to leave Hogwarts and enter the real world where stolen kisses and sweet nothings couldn't exist. Where we had to get jobs, settle down, become adults. We had to grow up, and Draco and I both knew we couldn't grow up together. As much as we wished it, we couldn't last forever."
"And so on graduation night, instead of celebrating the next stage of our lives, we sat down in our Heads' Tower for the last time and talked. It wasn't a break up, really. It was a departure. He explained to me how he had to take care of the Manor, how he lost a lot of his family's money because of their role in the war. He told me about wanting to start a business of his own. I told him about wanting to take care of Ron. The doctors said that his emotional attachment to me may aid him in curing the disease in his brain. I told him about how I wanted to bring life to the Weasley family and all of our friends. I told him about wanting to bring them all back, the way we brought each other back. We talked, and we understood. We had plans for the future, and they didn't involve each other."
"So we departed, on good terms. We remained acquaintances, having an occasional coffee and catching each other up on our lives. To this day, that's how we've been. Neither Ron nor Harry mind it."
Rose bit her lip, looking a bit nervous. "Mum... I was wondering. Do you-do you still love Mr. Malfoy?"
Hermione knew the underlying question. Will I always love Scorpius?
She smiled, gently gathering Rose into her embrace. "No, sweetie. I don't. You can never forget your first love, but you move on. We all do. I love him as a friend, as someone who was there for me in the darkest time of my life. But my heart belongs to Ron. I moved on, and so did he. We both love other people, and we're okay with that. We're happy."
Rose suddenly let out a sob. "B-but what if I-I don't want to move-move on?" she whispered, tears flowing from her eyes endlessly.
Hermione gently wiped them away, her eyes looking at Rose's firmly. "Rose, your situation is nothing like how mine and Draco's was. You have a chance. You can fight for him, and nobody will stop you. Or you can let him go. It's your choice."
For a full five minutes, there was silence. Rose thought, making her choice, and Hermione found herself lost in memory lane.
"Mum?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I've made my choice."
Nope, still not over yet. Epilogue: Part TWO
July 17, 2029
The wedding was in June. Gorgeous green vines embroidered with simple scarlet flowers decorated the entrance. They snaked their ways around the entire venue, only to meet again in an archway where Nicole stood, practically glowing in her cream gown and Gryffindor-colored bouquet. Honey-scented candles lit up the room, giving it a romantic feel that I knew was Lily's idea.
It was a simple event, only the closest friends and family members invited. But, since Albus and Nicole have always been rather social, the wedding turned out to have a guest list of over two hundred people. I was the first on the list, the best man.
Well, don't be so surprised. Of course I was the best man! Albus is my best mate after all, even though he was a complete twat in seventh year. But then again, we all were.
The event was overall pleasant. We all mingled and simply reveled in each other's time. Dad danced with Rose's mum, Hermione. Fred kept joking around with the new couple, asking them how many children they want and other personal things. I heard people saying he was just like his namesake.
I met Rose at the wedding. She looked absolutely breathtaking in her sleek, form-fitting emerald green gown with a daring neckline. She wore simple silver jewelry, and the minute I saw her, I couldn't help but think how amazing she was in Slytherin colors.
Of course I expected to see her there, but I didn't think she'd talk to me. We haven't spoken since graduation, when she left looking rather upset. Albus told me again and again about how she was in love with me, and I was too blind to see it. I didn't believe him. But when I looked at her then, I could see it. She looked at me with intense longing, but also defeat, as if she knew I wouldn't have her.
Did she know I broke up with Emmeline the week after graduation?
I didn't think so. We talked, just pleasant chat. No hard feelings. No anger. No jealousy. It was all gone. We were no longer hormonal, overemotional teenagers. We were adults, ready to take on the world.
I learned she was studying to become a healer at St. Mungo's. She wanted to specialize in mental illnesses.
I told her about how I was working with young witches and wizards to get them educated at Muggle schools. I wanted people from wizarding families to understand the Muggle world and respect it, instead of looking down upon them.
We talked about how glad we were they removed that disgusting sculpture of witches looking down on Muggles in the Ministry.
It was nice.
It's been a year since then. I've become closer with her. She's now someone I always confide in. Someone who understands me. Our relationship hasn't turned romantic ever in the past year, but I wish it was.
I want to tell her that I'm in love with her. That I'm finally returning her feelings.
Today, I'll ask her on a date. I don't know what'll happen, whether she'll say yes or no. I won't be hurt if she says no. I'll try, I'll keep trying. I'll fight for her, do the fight that I wish she would've done all those years ago.
Because you never truly forget your first love.
Okay, that was the real end.
I'm incredibly happy. I actually liked how that ended. Honestly, that satisfies me. What about you?
So, I guess this is... goodbye? Okay, not goodbye. More like, the end of this story.
(But the end is only the beginning...)
Remember, I'm still active! I read all the reviews you guys put on my stories, I get all your PMs. Don't think I am completely gone, because I'm not! If you have questions about this story, my writing, or just anything in general, ask me! I'm always here to answer, even if I don't have enough time to write chapters.