3 Years Later
Rose blinked as someone shook her awake, "Mmm, oh hey Ginny, time to get up already?" Rose yawned, covering her mouth.
"Yeah, dad wants us to get an early start, so we have to get going now," Ginny said, standing up. Rose had been invited to stay with the Weasley's for the end of the summer, to see the Quidditch World Cup with them.
She knew Ron hated her, and that the only reason she was here was because Harry was her best friend and she and Ginny had always gotten along well.
Rose wiped the sleep out of her eyes and sat up, stretching before throwing on a tight yellow t-shirt, covering it with a white zip up jacket and lastly pulling on her favorite pair of hip huggers, sliding her feet in her tennis shoes to finish her outfit.
When she quickly looked in the mirror she cringed at how she looked good when in reality she should've looked like crap right now. Sighing she pulled her hair back and grabbed her backpack, going downstairs to the kitchen where everyone else was.
"Morning Cherry!" Harry said from where he stood by the door, munching on some toast. Mr. Weasley threw her a piece and she thanked him, easting it hungrily as they waited for Ron to get downstairs.
"Ronald we are going to be late!" Hermione exclaimed as Ron came trudging in the room slowly.
"Mmm, ok," he yawned, grabbing his toast as they exited the kitchen and headed out towards the woods.
"Where exactly are we going?" Fred asked Mr. Weasley as they wandered into the woods in no particular direction.
"Haven't the foggiest," he replied, "aha! Amos!"
"Arthur!" a middle aged man exclaimed, hugging Mr. Weasley, "Took you long enough." He laughed good heartedly and Rose yawned, closing her eyes and placing her hand over her mouth as she did so.
"And this strapping young lad must be Cedric!" Mr. Weasley suddenly said as Rose heard a 'thump' on the ground. She opened her eyes to find Cedric Diggory…the HOTTEST boy in Hogwarts, standing not 2 feet away from her!
He shook Mr. Weasley's hand and then all of them continued on. Rose was so busy daydreaming about Cedric she didn't realize it when he stood right next to her.
"What's your name?" he asked. She turned her head to look at him and smiled.
"Rose Beaumont," she replied. He stuck out his hand and she shook it, happy that she even got to TOUCH him!
"4th year I suppose?" Cedric asked as they continued to walk somewhere.
"Yeah, aren't you a 7th year?" Rose replied, finding it hard to look into his eyes when she talked to him.
"Why yes I am, aha, we're here!" He said, and like that he walked up to an old boot, standing next to his father.
"What's that?" she and Harry asked unanimously.
"That is a portkey," George said, walking up behind the two of them and kneeling on the ground. Harry shrugged at Rose and they followed suit.
At Mr. Weasley's startled cry to grab on to it, she and Harry quickly did, and were suddenly lifted off the ground, whizzing off somewhere.
Rose had the urge to scream, but after a second she grew to like the feeling, it was peaceful. She laughed and through her squinted eyes looked across the circle of people to see Cedric glancing at her.
"Let go kids! Let go!" Mr. Weasley said. Rose let go, screaming as she fell to earth and hit the ground…hard.
"Owwww," she groaned, rolling over to her back. She leaned up on her elbows and saw Mr. Diggory, Mr. Weasley, and Cedric almost gliding down from the air, landing perfectly on their feet.
Cedric walked over and offered his hand to her and she took it, soon after being hoisted onto her feet by him, "You'll get a hang on it soon enough," he said, smiling at her before walking off to find his father.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. She remembered gazing longingly after Cedric when they parted ways at the tents, and then being ecstatic when she saw him again at the actual tournament, ending up sitting next to him through the whole game, letting him explain to her all of the Quidditch things she didn't know.
Back in the tent later that night she sat on a couch, a dreamy expression on her face as everyone else goofed off until they got there, the death eaters.
She ended up heading off with Ginny, Fred, and George, landing at the burrow safely a few minutes later, after they had found the portkey again.
The rest came about a half an hour later, and Harry informed them all on what had happened, leaving Rose worried for him, but still love struck from the encounter with Cedric.
All she knew now was that she couldn't wait to get back to school.
Rose yawned and ran a hand through her mussed up hair as she made her way downstairs to the common room, still in pajamas and everything. Even though she was sure she looked like shit, most of the male heads turned her way when she came downstairs.
To her utter horror, she had grown even more gorgeous in the 3 years that had gone by, starting when she has recently started puberty, and it was awful. All she wanted was to be left alone, to be invisible.
Angel was already sitting in the common room talking to Harry. "Morning," Rose said, sitting next to Angel.
Harry laughed. "What morning? It's one o'clock Cherry!"
Rose glared at him, rolling her eyes as she plopped down on top of the two of them, literally. Her head rested in Harry's lap and her feet lay on Angel's lap.
All three laughed until Hermione and Ron walked over. Rose immediately got up. "Um...yeah...I was just..." she trailed off and ran back upstairs, Angel following.
"I hate them! REALLY! I try to be nice! Even to that blabbering bumbling baffoon! But nooooo they just don't even give me a chance!" Rose shouted, once again her temper getting the better of her, something she really needed to try and control.
Angel sighed. "I know, Rosie, I don't like them either but they're in our house and they're Harry's best friends...we have to live with them."
"But aren't I his best friend as well?" Rose pouted, slumping down onto a chair in the dorm room, "I can't be around him when they are...and with this stupid challenge they're around him all the time...I'm worried for him and I don't have the time to be around him..."
"We're all scared for him," Angel said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "And you shouldn't let them control your life. So what if they're helping him? We can help him too."
"I know, it's just they make me feel so inferior sometimes. Hermione's a genius and Ron's well...he's Ron, but he helps in the end too, and me...I'm just a pretty face," Rose said, a single tear falling down her face before she turned around and left.
Angel tried to follow her but she was too fast. Suddenly, Harry rounded the corner. "Angel, what's wrong with her?" he asked.
"Harry...could you try to get Hermione and Ron to mellow down a bit...I mean its so bad that Rose just feels like she can't do anything right...don't tell her I told you this, but she thinks that all she is a pretty face, she left before I could talk her out of it..." Angel explained, crossing her arms.
Harry sighed. "Of course...I don't understand why Ron and Hermione hate the two of you..." He trailed off realizing what he'd said.
"They hate me too?" Angel asked
"Hate is...such a strong word..." Harry started to say but Angel just rolled her eyes and walked off to find Rose.
She didn't have to look very far. Rose was sitting in the corner of the common room, her face buried in her hands.
"Oh Rosie, don't let them get to you...we have to stay strong ok? If it makes you feel a little better they don't like me much either," Angel said, smiling. She couldn't really understand why they didn't like her...she wasn't threateningly gorgeous like Rose, she was normal, shoulder length dirty blonde hair and a averagely pretty face, but that was it.
Rose looked up and smiled a little. "I just wanna be normal, Ang...why did I have to be born a veela? Why did I have to run into Hermione on that first day on the train? Why did I have to be born at all?" she mumbled.
"Hey! Don't you say that! Don't you dare say that! There are so many people that are sooooo thankful that you are here Rose! Don't you even think that way!" Angel said, her voice serious.
Rose snorted. "Thankful? Like who? Those boys from the first day on the train? Or better yet, men in general? You don't understand, Angel, you don't have to lead this life."
"But I see you leading it everyday Rose, I might not be in your position, but I understand...now, let's go to the great hall for dinner," Angel said, helping Rose up.
Rose wiped her tears and followed Angel out of the common room. "So how do you know that Ron and Hermione don't like you? Did Harry tell you?"
"Yeah, he sorta blurted it out...Omigosh! There's Cedric Diggory! He's looking at you Rosie!" Angel squealed, trying her best not to point over at him.
Rose blushed. She'd had a crush on Cedric for about a year now, and she hadn't seen him since the Quidditch world cup. "Hi," she said almost breathlessly as he walked passed. He smiled at her and she blushed even more.
Her head discreetly turned around as he walked past with his friends and she caught him glancing back at her, turning away as soon as she saw him.
"He so likes you!" Angel exclaimed as they sat down. Feeling every male eye on her, Rose sighed and said, "Yeah...just like every other guy here."
"Oh Rosie, but HE likes you! He is THE most gorgeous boy in this school hands down!" Angel squealed. She herself had nothing to be jealous of; she was currently dating a Ravenclaw 4th year.
"Yeah but he just likes me for the same reason all the other guys do," she sighed as Dumbledore stood up and silenced them.
"Before you all start your dinner, I just wanted to inform you that there will be an event for the 4th years and above the night before Christmas, the Yule Ball," Dumbledore started, going off and explaining that the next day they were all to go to the great hall after classes to attend dance lessons, Christmas eve being only about a month away.
"Oh, my gosh," Angel whispered, looking over at the Hufflepuff table where Cedric sat, looking over at Rose. "He's gonna ask you, Rosie!"
"Hush, no he's not...he's simply looking at the dozens of other gorgeous females surrounding me...like Cho Chang at the Ravenclaw table...she's right behind me," Rose said, though blushing a bit at the thought that Cedric might actually like her.