Chapter 11

Rose was up at five, despite only getting in late. Now, sitting in the corner of her balcony, looking out at the still rising sun. Snug in a large blanket, she sat peacefully listening to the quiet but wonderful world around her. This quiet also gave Rose time to think, though today she'd rather it not. However, when was life ever that kind? She had so many important things on her mind, like being a bridesmaid, finding a job, moving out and culinary school. Nevertheless, even with so many important thoughts Scorpius still managed to cloud her mind. 'Even when he's not here he's annoying me', Rose thought. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind, trying calming herself and clear her mind.


As soon as Scorpius reached the side of the house, he saw her. Rose was sitting in the corner of her balcony with bent knees, covered in a large blanket that she held up to her neck as though it was a comfort, facing him. Her eyes closed as she drew in deep but even breaths. She looked pleasantly beautiful, and he stood there admiring her. The way her fiery red, wavy locks framed her face, the way she rocked slightly from side to side with the wind, brought a fond smile to his lips. He knew she would probably leave if he called out to her. So he steadied his nerves, found his normal charming, but annoying to Rose, persona and disapparated.


Rose heard a pop and opened her eyes. She jumped and let out a little squeal when she saw none other than Scorpius Malfoy standing over her.

"Well, good morning to you too," he said with a small chuckle. Still a bit shocked, Rose went into defensive mode.

"What are you doing here?" she spat, standing up, rapping the blanket closely around her shoulders. The blanket was long either to cover her whole body from him. "Leave!" she hissed without giving him a chance to speak.

"Look," he started firmly, so that she didn't cut across him. "I promise I will leave, if you promise to let me talk and do me a little favor."

"Well, that's not a fair deal because you get two and I only get one promise," she said it so seriously, that it he couldn't help but smile at her competitiveness.

"Okay fine, I'll owe you a favor." Rose looked nervous as she thought it over, not making eye contact with him.

"Talk," Rose said stiffly. Scorpius laughed a little not thinking she would give in that easy.

"What no time limit or anything," Scorpius teased.

"Would you like one?" Rose bit back. Scorpius still laughed and was pleased to see that the corners of her lips were holding back her radiant smile he knew was there.

"Alright, I want to apologize if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I know I have annoyed and angered you in the past," Rose scoffed, but Scorpius ignored her and continued, "and for that I also apologize." Rose shifted nervously, trying to not give in to him. He took a breath and prepared for the hard part. "If want me to forget what happened in the library or at the Burrow than I will." He stopped to give her a chance to say something. To tell him what she wanted. The problem was Rose didn't know what she wanted. Her gaze shifted as did her feet, nervously. When she didn't answer, he assumed that was a yes to his offer. "I don't want it to be awkward to between us, and I know you don't consider me a friend, but if we could agree to act a little civil for Al's and Alison's sake, then I think all our lives would be easier," he said, unable to conceal the bitterness in his voice.

Rose couldn't look him in the eyes. He was right, she didn't really think of him as a friend but she didn't hate him all the time. In fact now that she thought about it, Rose realized that they had actually come a long way since first year. She didn't loathe him, now he just found him frustrating. She was so confused, he had said, 'If she wanted', yet he was practically making the decision for her. Rose nodded in agreement, still refusing to look at him, but accepting of what she thought he wanted. However, she thought of how he only had two moments to forget, she had three. Last night still troubled her, she didn't know what made her act the way she did, like she cared for him. Rose had just put it down to her being tipsy.

"Good," Scorpius said, nodding in return. He slid his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and awkwardly rocked back on his heels. "So," Scorpius looked into Rose's room, "Have you found a place, yet?" Rose nodded. "When are you moving in?"

"Virtually the day after the wedding," Rose said clearly, now finding her voice and her composure. She had steeled herself and was not going to be effected by him any longer.

"So soon," he stated, a little surprised. Rose looked over into her room. It looked so different. Boxes of her things cluttered the room, but there were still things left, things that are not needed now but were once treasured. She couldn't help the feeling that rushed through her. She felt a little sentimental about the whole thing, sad even, but the trace of fear is what really got to her. Scorpius noticed.

"You know, its tough moving out, but it's okay to be scared," he said supportively.

"I'm not scared," she replied firmly, worried at how easily he could read her.

"You can't fool me, I've been through it." Rose had almost forgotten that he had moved out of his parent's house at sixteen. He had a trust that he received on his 17th birthday, but other than that he had been working in the summers or fixing and selling things for money. "Of course, not quite under the same circumstances, but I've know what you're going through." Her eyes found his. There was trace of sadness in them that he tried to cover up. Rose never knew the full story of what went down between Scorpius and his parents, she was curious. He took at step towards her. "It's okay to be scared because it keeps you on your toes," he said to her with an infectious smile gracing his features, "and you can always drop off your dirty laundry if it gets a bit much." She couldn't help but laugh along with him. However when their laughter died, she saw him looking out at the view of the sun rising, deep in thought. She knew he never has that same luxury.

"Scorpius, what happened between you and your parents?" Rose asked deciding to just go for it. She saw the hurt in his eyes before he steeled his emotions, putting his mask back on and turning to face her.

"Now, now Rosie Posie, I said be civil," he said putting on his cocky voice and signature smirk again, "don't be going all buddy, buddy on me." Rose just watched him laugh the question off. He was right; it was his business, so she didn't push the issue. Instead she adopted his casual, playful manner and changed the subject.

"So now that we have cleared that up, what was the favor I promised you?"

"Ahh, yes that," he said mischievously. Rose didn't like his tone.

"Wait! I am going to need a Bat-Bogey hex?" she warned. Scorpius chuckled nervously. He had previously thought of seeing if he could steal a kiss but now that Bat-Bogey hex's are involved he decide it was better not to.

"No, I just…I just wondered if you could…" he stuttered, looking around to see what he could get her to do. "If you could get rid of this itch on my back, it's been annoying me since I woke up," he said turning around. Rose laughed.

"Are you serious?" she questioned, not believing him, a smirk on her face. He looked back at her over his shoulder with a charming smile, before changing his expression to one of mocking seriousness.

"As serious as a killing curse," he replied. She just laughed again, but stepped forward.

"Okay, so where is this itch," she asked, still giggling slightly.

"Ahh, around here," Scorpius was pointing to a spot on his back. Rose reached forward and scratched his back.

"Is that better," Rose asked, still giggling. She heard Scorpius sigh, as she raked her nails down his back.

"Yep," he said turning around and facing her. Rose had a bright smile on her face after all of her laughing and this brought a smile to Scorpius'. "Well, I guess I will see you at the rehearsal dinner tonight?" he asked, smirking as he looked down her body.

"Sure," Rose replied, but noticed his expression and followed his gaze. The blanket that she'd been clinging to had slipped open revealing her long creamy legs poking out of a similar short night dress that she had worn the night in the library. Rose gasped and quickly pulled it closed at again. Scorpius chuckled at her reaction and at the blush that spread across her face, before disapparating.


Hermione Weasley woke with the familiar yet blissful and safe feeling of having her husband's arms wrapped around her. She smiled and rolled over to face his still sleeping form. She lay there for a while simply gazing upon his face, affectionately. The light of the digital alarm clock behind on the bedside table behind him caught her eye. It read 9:00am. She had forgotten about her guest, not to mention her daughter. She didn't even know if Rose had made it home okay. Now fully awake and a little worried, she carefully detangled herself from her husband and slipped out of bed. She wrapped her dressing gown around her and tied it as she made her way towards Rose's bedroom. However, on her way pass the bathroom, she heard the shower going. Hermione, now relieved to know her daughter was home safe, she made her way downstairs. As Hermione entered the living room, she saw that Scorpius had finished work on the TV and everything was put away nicely. When she reached the lounge, she noticed the folded blanket and note sitting there. Picking up the note, reading it as she sat down on the lounge. It was indeed from Scorpius, nothing out of the ordinary except one thing he mentioned. 'Thanks for putting the blanket on me last night; it definitely wouldn't help to catch a cold before the Wedding'. She didn't put a blanket over him last night; in fact last night was one of the rare nights in which she slept all the way through. She was sure Ron wouldn't think of something like that if he had woken up and she was pretty sure he hadn't. Hermione smiled as it dawned on her that Rose was the only other person in the house. So maybe she was right in suspecting that even though they fight, her daughter does care for Scorpius. 'This will be my little secret', she thought as she went back upstairs to cuddle with her husband.


As you can see I am still struggling with a bit of writers block, but I still hope you enjoy the chapter. No, they are still being idiots and not dealing with their feelings. Do you want to see more of Albus and Alison? Let me know what you think about them.

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