Chapter 3: Wrath

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Shortly after dinner, there was a loud Rap! At the front door of the Burrow. Rose and Albus both clambered up, knowing exactly who to expect.

"ALICE!" Rose enveloped her in a huge hug.

Alice giggled airly.

"Nice to see you too, Rosie Posie."

Rose wrinkled her nose at her best friend, Alice Longbottom. Fairly short for her age, with big, kind brown eyes, golden blonde hair, and the cutest smile, Alice was Rose's partner in crime. They were perfectly suited to each other, for where Rose was passionate and bold, Alice was shy and mild. She flashed her smile at Albus next.

"Alice, charmed as always," Al said to her, winking cheekily.

The four of them hadn't always seen eye to eye, but Albus, Rose, Alice, and Scorpius were a pretty good quartet. Even as angry at Scorpius that Rose usually was, his quidditch games were still Al's games, and even when she wanted a seat in herbology class next to Alice, She supposed the worst that could happen was Scorpius was on the other side of them.

Scratch that. Scorpius and Rose were the only members of the group who didn't get along. In fact, Scorius on numerous occasions offered his tutoring services to Alice, and Alice even helped him edit a paper once. She even taught him what the word "taradiddle" meant.

Alice was constantly admonishing Rose to see past differences with the Malfoy boy. According to Miss Longbottom, he was sweet at heart; the two of them had just gotten off on the wrong foot. "Oh, Rose, won't you please just stop bickering with each other?" she could practically hear Alice say.

Wiping the thought away, Rose locked arms with Alice and took one of her bags. "Come, my lady, we shall get you settled in before the menfolk can ruin our fun."

Scorpius had obviously heard the door open and was in the process of walking up to them.

"Weasley." he said, obviously trying again to bring up the whole prefect dobaccle.

"Shut it, Malfoy!" Rose snapped with an edge to her voice.

When they were finally alone in Rose's room together, Alice took her normal spot on the ground with Rose's old pink pillow and old quilts. "Hmm, I see you got them out early for me this time! You've never been this prepared before, Rose." She looked up at her friend suspiciously.

Rose shrugged, turning away, for she knew Alice would be able to read the lie in her face. "What can I say? I just really missed you this summer!" Before she could stop it, an image of Scorpius gripping that same pink pillow all night flashed in her mind. Somehow, in the image, he had biceps?

Snap out of it, Rose! That was so uncalled for.

"You look disturbed. Should I give you a moment to yourself?" Alice inquired, suddenly right behind Rose. Rose couldn't remember Alice getting up. Oh, Merlin, was memory loss a symptom of having a Malfoy sleep in your room?

Rose turned around, only to see her friend holding the very same teddy that Rose had thrown at Scorpius the night before. "I thought maybe you were going through something, it's not like you to give me your favorite teddy."

Rose gingerly took the teddy away from Alice. "I was rearranging before you got here, teddy must have gotten misplaced among the quilts. Sorry about that."

Alice narrowed her eyes at Rose. "You lie."

Rose gulped. Damn it, she couldn't help but be transparent with Alice. The two of them had been holding hands and skipping around together since they were born. "Fine! Scorpius accidentally knocked on my window last night instead of Al's and because my dad grounded us and locked the doors so he had to stay in here until the morning! I only didn't tell you because it's super embarrassing okay!"

Unexpectedly, Alice began to laugh. She laughed so hard, her sides started to hurt and she began to double over. She wiped a mascara-tear from her eye…and kept laughing.

"Are you telling her about our little sleep over, Weasel?"

Both girls looked surprisedly at the door of Rose's room. A tall, platinum haired boy was standing there calmly, hands held cooly in the pockets of his trousers.

"Go away! Don't you know anything about personal space?"

Scorpius smiled amusedly. "I thought Alice would like to know about our predicament." he cocked one eyebrow towards the ruffled blankets on the floor. "As well as our little sleepover."

Rose scowled at the boy. Just because he was taller than her now, didn't mean she wasn't stronger. Her pinky finger snaked up the side of her skirt and touched the tip on her wand.

Alice rolled her eyes and looked pleadingly towards Scorpius. "Please tell me what the hell is going on, apparently Rose is too embarrassed anymore to tell me anything!" she complained.

"Tell Rose to take her hand off her wand and I'll continue," Scorpius said, that white smile still showing, except only his perfect front teeth were in view. Well. his teeth weren't exactly perfect. That's what made them unique. His eye teeth were slightly longer, sharper than the others. They were, however, incredibly white. He used one pale hand to push back his white locks.

Rose slowly lowered her hand.

"Good Weasel," Scorpius said, sounding out every syllable. "Rose and I are to be prefects together. Isn't that nice?"

Alice gasped and looked at her friend. "No way! I'm so happy for you, Rosie!"

"The only problem is that Rose is unbearable to be around and I guess I'm not exactly easy to live with," Scorpius continued, paying no mind to Alice's glee. "The two of us living across the hall from each other would cause the world to implode, surely." He said sarcastically.

Rose could feel her face growing extremely hot. The searing anger of his words burned her like a hot iron. "I'm unbearable to be around? Really?" She snapped. She could sense herself losing control of her emotions, her sensibility, her –

Whooph! Suddenly, the books on Rose's shelves began to shake violently. The spines of the novels knocked against one another with a rattling noise.

"Merlin —" Alice gasped.

A whole shelf of books flew from their homes into the air. Rose, Scorpius, and Alice could only watch as they soared through the air, their pages flapping with a tremendous wind that picked up in the room out of absolutely nowhere.

Alice had been covering her head with her arms as the books flew towards them. Once the novels had settled on the wooden floorboards, she peeked one eye and raised a brow at Rose.

"Um…what the bloody hell was that?"

"I…" Rose began, but was utterly speechless. Millions of theories were racing through her head. She hadn't known any of her cousins to prank her room, but it was possible. And while she didn't want to blame any of them for the flying books, it simply seemed like the only plausible explanation. "Was…Fred snooping around in here? Enchanting my shelves?" Rose asked in a whispered tone.

Alice gulped, lowering her arms finally. "I could feel your anger, Rose. It was scary."

And Alice looked scared. Rose didn't know if she had ever seen her friend so terrified. Rose tried to walk towards her, but for the first time in their friendship, Alice backed away apprehensively.

"What?" Rose asked, exasperated. "You are not suggesting that this had to do with me."

Scorpius whipped his head around to study Rose. His gaze lingered on her, noting her every minute expression. "Just how angry were you?" he asked.

"What do you care?" Rose snapped.

He held up his hands in mock-defeat. "I don't. It's just that," the Malfoy boy snickered, "Sometimes very strong emotions can cause magical reactions, especially for particularly strong witches and wizards."

"That is absolutely not true." Rose said, crossing her arms over her chest. No matter what they said, Rose refused to believe she caused this incident.

"If you don't believe me, just ask your Uncle Harry." Scorpius stated simply.

Rose became intrigued, as much as she hated to acknowledge it. "Harry had an experience like this?" She questioned.

Scorpius had a devilish smile spread across his face. "If you want to know what I know, I guess you'll have to start being nicer to me."

Rose scoffed. "That is an impossibility."

Alice looked at the Malofy boy suspiciously. "How do you know about Harry, Scorpius?" She asked. It was a good question, Rose thought.

"Well…" Scorpius drew out the word, obviously enjoying the intrigue. "Harry did write a memoir, did he not? And you two never read it?"

Rose laughed. "Why would I need to read my Uncle's memoir? He's told us everything."

Scorpius had a strange, pained expression on his face. "Obviously not." he said, the statement almost lingering in the air like a question.

It was an unspoken question, but all the same, it made Rose feel stupid. He was completely right, after all. How could she not have read her own Uncle, the Chosen One's, memoir? Even her, the aid reader of the family, had never even known a time where reading that memoir would have been useful to her. But now, amidst the Malofy boy and her best friend, she felt wholly unequipped to argue with him.

And what was with that placid pain in Scorpius' face? Did he read something in the memoir that made him think…well…triggered an emotional reaction in some way? Or possibly even something that changed his own motives in life?

Rose couldn't imagine that. Scorpius Malfoy, changing his opinion on something? That would have never happened. Although he wasn't as truly as corrupted as the rest of the Malfoy's, he was still a Malfoy in attitude. Stubborn. Loyal. Conniving. That's what they were known for.

Alice and Rose began to pick the books off of the floor, trying their hardest to ignore the phenomenon that just occurred. It had to be a prank, Rose thought to herself. It just had to be!

"I'm really happy that you made Prefect, Rose." Alice said, smiling brightly. "Even as weird as this day has turned out to be."

Rose smiled sweetly at her oldest friend. She was about to speak when the platinum-haired pest in the room spoke up.

"While you ladies are cleaning up that mess, I'm going to get out of the line of fire."

Briefly, Rose looked up to assess Scorpius' expression. Did he look…scared? No, that was impossible.

Something was definitely flickering across his face, however. Surprise? Shock? Disgust?

Before she could react, Scorpius had successfully escaped the room without another word.

What the fuck was going on?

That power, that anger, was definitely something that had come from Rose. Scopius could practically feel her hot ire as the books flew from their positions on the shelves. The way she looked at him, her brown eyes burning with a fierce darkness.

Yeah, that shit was terrifying.

But also, a small voice at the back of his head toned in, kinda beautiful.

The Malfoy boy violently shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He remembered exactly where Hermione's library was located; his friend Albus had shown him last year when he had visited the Burrow. Surely the Minister would be too busy spending time with her family to check in on her precious books now. But Scorpius needed to search through some literature.

Whatever had just happened between Rose and he was abnormal, magical definitely. He just had to figure out why.