Okay! I know its been WAAAY too long – and you're totally gonna hate me, or kill me.. or something.. But please don't! Film School is hard! And intense, and I do four hours of travelling everyday! I leave at 6:00am! So don't be too mad :( .

Anyway... I've missed this so much! This is a bit dramatic... so yeah... But I love a good drama! Hope you like it!

'The Hardest Part'

I could feel it go down
Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the cloud
Oh and I
I wish that I could work it out

And the hardest part
Was letting go, not taking part
You really broke my heart

And I tried to sing
But I couldn't think of anything
And that was the hardest part

I.

"Rose – Rosie!"

"Al!" said Rose irritatedly – "could you drop the nickname? I'm 17 – not 7..."

"Yea – yes, okay," said Al scratching his head indecisively.

Rose stopped in her tracks and observed her cousin.

He seemed to be having some kind of internal argument – looking very stressed and unsure about why or what he was going to do.

"What is it Al?" Rose asked in a tone that she usually reserved for Malfoy – who she was incidentally on the way to see.

"Its – well, I can't believe I'm asking you this... But."

Rose rolled her eyes and adjusted her satchel. "Listen, Al – I'm meeting Malfoy in the Library soon – so I'd really appreciate it if you spit out whatever you have to say... Okay?"

"Uh, okay then," said Al following Rose as she began to head towards the Library,

"See, the thing is. I'm really getting sick of Connor."

"Sounds familiar." Said Rose sniffing slightly.

"Yeah – well – yeah, what I mean is that…"

"Albus, Spit it out!" said Rose as they rounded a corner, turning away from Al to conceal her small smile.

"I-wanted-to-hang-out-with-you."

She stopped in her tracks and raised a single eyebrow at him.

"And Malfoy?"

Al shrugged dramatically before nodding.

"And Malfoy."

Rose opened her mouth and shut it again.

"A couple of weeks ago you were part of a group that tried to beat the living daylights out of him." She accused, jabbing him with her finger.

'I – I – know, but could you please just-" began Al.

"Awwh, Weasley – couldn't you have waited five minutes for me? I've missed out on prime Potter beating time!" Malfoy pushed off the wall he was leaning against, smirking at Rose.

Rose spared a glance at Malfoy – then back at Albus, angling her head at Malfoy.

"So," she began awkwardly, "lets find a seat, shall we boys?"

II.

"Weasley! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Malfoy! I'd half believe you – if I wasn't the only friend you had!"

Rose sat down beside the grinning blonde.

"You know – I actually need the Library…"

"Really?"

"No – I just said it… Obviously I need the Library Malfoy."

"Right," he said smirking and eyes twinkling, "It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that it's your most favourite place in the world?"

"Ha!" she scoffed, "It's not my favourite place."

He raised his eyebrows.

"What? I mean – it makes my top five for sure-" she said turning away from him momentarily – "but it's really not my favourite –place."

She turned back to see he was standing up already holding his hand out for her – and she smiled.

"Let's just go – okay?" He asked.

She nodded smiling stupidly – feeling like a love sick twelve year old – shaking her head slightly.

She grasped his hand and pushed off the ground enthusiastically – just as he pulled her up.

She flew up from the ground quickly only preventing herself from crashing into him at the last moment by sticking her hands out awkwardly – until they rested on his chest.

She smiled at him awkwardly and let her hands drop to her sides quickly. Turning away from him as they began to walk so he wouldn't see how red she'd become.

This had to stop now she thought to herself.

"Are you okay Weasley? Sorry about that – I just totally misjudged your-"

"It's fine Malfoy." She interrupted, as they walked down a flight of stairs. He fell silent.

"Hi Rose!"

Rose looked up from her feet – which she had been focusing on a lot – her eyes falling on her younger cousin – Lily.

"Oh, hey Lily." She grumbled unenthusiastically – ignoring Malfoy's questioning look from beside her.

"How are you settling back in? I've got tons of homework already, I swear that Neville's just trying to punish me for the frog Hugo and I let-"

"We're going to the Library actually." Said Rose, gesturing to Malfoy and herself.

Lily's mouth formed a little 'o' and she nodded.

"Well see you then Rose, Malfoy," she nodded awkwardly and pushed past them.

Once again they fell back into silence.

"You know Weasley,"

Rose's eyes fluttered shut. She was majorly overreacting.

She'd apologise to Lily later – she'd understand. She was just annoyed at herself for thinking that Malfoy, well might feel the same way she did.

She turned to Malfoy, "I know what?"

He smiled at her crookedly and they took a left turn.

"Your cousin isn't half bad."

Rose spluttered.

"What's wrong with you today Weasley?" He asked, confused.

"Uh-n-nothing." She said, her heart sinking further.

Of course Lily wasn't bad.

Half of the male population at Hogwarts would agree with Malfoy. But she couldn't help but feel- if he liked Red heads then why wouldn't he . . .

"HELLO?"

Rose blinked suddenly – swatting Malfoy's hand away from her face.

"I – er – sorry."

"Shhhhhh!" said the Librarian – glaring at Malfoy who shrugged offhandedly.

"The usual seats?" he asked Rose who nodded, frowning at him.

He looked at her suspiciously out of the corner of his eye – but continued towards their usual seat.

Rose dropped her bag with a loud thud.

"Shh, Weasley," he said playfully, propping his feet up on the table. "You'll get us into trouble."

"Like you give a damn."

He narrowed his eyes at her, and she pretended to be fascinated by her satchel, which she was having extreme difficulty in getting open.

"Are you alright-"

"I'm fine! Okay?"

He nodded, leaning away from her further.

Coward she thought to herself.

She returned to the matter at hand – unclasping the buckle that was holding her bag shut.

She groaned angrily.

"I think I know what's going on here."

Said the smug voice she knew and loved.

Don't look up, don't look up, she willed.

"What?" she asked meeting his eyes.

Bloody hell. She looked away quickly.

"It's that time, isn't it?"

She frowned at him in disbelief, her mouth opening slightly and immediately he knew he'd made a mistake. He held up his hands.

"Is it something I said?"

"Yes-no-urgh!"

He frowned at her.

"Ever since I talked about your cousin you've been mad. Did he do something to upset you?"

She opened her mouth then shut it again. Her eyebrows furrowed together, and she clenched fists restraining herself from smacking her own forehead.

She suddenly felt incredibly stupid, and placed her satchel on the table.

He glanced at her quickly, then picked it up and opened it straight away. Smiling, he passed it back to her.

"He?" she asked pulling her book out.

She felt the colour in her cheeks fading, and ran her hand through her hair that she suspected looked very friz

"Yeah, I was telling you before? Potter came and talked to me this morning. He's not as much of a prat as he makes out- what are you smiling about?" He interrupted himself, tilting his head.

"I'm, I'm," she took in a deep breath of air buying herself time for an answer. "I'm obviously I'm happy that you guys are friends and all!"

"Oh I wouldn't go that far, you know me, just got the one."

Rose smiled to herself and pulled out her transfiguration textbook. She needed to do a whole lot of thinking. And perhaps take something for a headache.

III.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade next weekend Rose?"

Rose swallowed the mouthful of toast she'd just bitten into and tilted her head.

"I'd forgotten about it."

"Hmm, sure you did," said Lily, pouring herself a pumpkin juice. "You know what date it's on, don't you?"

Rose shrugged, ignoring the tugging urge she had to glance across at the Slytherin table.

But sure enough – there was Malfoy, sitting alone at the far end, gazing into the depths of his mug.

She had become so predictable.

"It's Valentines Day." Said Lily, recapturing Rose's attention.

"Cool." She muttered, picking up another piece of toast and swinging her legs over the bench.

"Where are you going?" asked Lily.

Rose pointed to the door, "Walk."

"Ohh." Said Lily in a very knowing tone – glancing at the Slytherin Table.

Rose smiled following Lily's glance to his empty seat – and turned around nearly banging into Malfoy himself.

"Mind if I join you on this walk?"

Rose shook her head and followed him out of the Great Hall.

"So, we should go to Hogsmeade next Saturday." Said Malfoy casually.

Rose stopped momentarily and surveyed him, squinting. Her heart rate rocketing sky high.

"Why? We didn't go at Christmas…" she trailed off watching his face intently.

She watched his lip twitch as he seemed to be in deep thought. He swallowed, before meeting her eyes. She breathed heavily.

"I've never been before."

She stopped in her tracks.

"What? You – you – what?"

"I've never been to Hogsmeade before!" he laughed.

"That's," she searched for the right word, "weird."

"I'm weird."

She shrugged.

"Yeah – that's true, but Hogsmeade? Really?"

She sighed and watched him intently as he launched into an explanation of how he never felt he could go, that he shouldn't have been allowed.

She convinced him he could.

IV.

"So, er… Let's go." Said Malfoy hurriedly – looking over his shoulder at the group of Fifth Years who were staring at them so much – it didn't seem legal.

Rose nodded, pulling on her gloves as they exited the castle.

They walked in silence out of the School gates, as Rose suddenly felt… odd.

They always had things to talk about – didn't they? And even when they didn't the silence they were in wasn't this… uncomfortable.

"Tell me something about yourself." Said Rose lamely.

Malfoy frowned at her, and then smirked widely. "What is this, some cheap talk show?"

"No." Rose frowned, "You weren't talking – so I thought I should."

"By asking me a lame question?"

"It wasn't a question."

"Well, whatever."

Rose looked down awkwardly.

"I used to write messages in bottles." He said quietly.

She frowned, and looked up to see that he was actually being serious.

"That's, kind of . . . beautiful." She said in awe.

"Um, yeah." He said, shuffling his foot a bit in the snow.

Someone pushed past Rose, causing her to brush against Malfoy slightly. She smiled, leaning there momentarily.

"What did you write?"

"That, Weasley – is a secret that I'll take to the grave."

"Really?" Commented Rose, rubbing her gloves together. Looking up to see the bustling village that was Hogsmeade.

"So," she said shoving him lightly, "Where do you want to go first? Malfoy?" She stopped in her tracks realising he was still a few steps behind.

She turned around to see him staring in disbelief.

"Hello?" she asked waving her hand at him, as he had done previously.

He swatted her away and continued to stare in awe at Hogsmeade. Rose grinned at him. He was bundled up, as she was – due to the weather, but there was something about his winter attire that made him look less, rebellious – she could say. More like a cute little boy. There was an innocence about him being wrapped up in a scarf, and a beanie, with a puffy sweater. He was looking less pale, and more…alive.

"So, where do you want to go?" Asked Rose smiling at him. His eyes were wide and his jaw slightly open as he surveyed the street, slowly moving forward.

"Okay…" she said giggling slightly, and tugging on his sleeve, as more people passed them on the pathway. "Let's go to Honeydukes."

He nodded slightly and began to move at a slightly faster pace, but her hand remained on his sleeve, pulling him along.

She pushed through the snow enthusiastically stopping at the bustling and bright window that belonged to Honeydukes.

She paused at the doorway. Turning back to see his eyes twinkling as he looked at his surroundings, then her. She took a deep breath.

"Welcome to the best shop in the world!"

V.

"Two butterbeers please." Said Rose, accepting the drink before returning to her seat with Malfoy.

She slid into the seat next to him and handed him the drink.

"You've had butterbeer before though, right?"

"Yeah. Of course Weasley!"

"Just checking." She said taking a swig, feeling like she was seeing the world through rose tinted glasses as the butterbeer warmed up her system.

"Shit this is good!"

Rose grinned at him happily as he smiled back lazily.

She tried to look away but found she couldn't. She opened her mouth to say something, as everything seemed to turn to slow motion.

He was looking at her so intently.

She'd never seen that look before.

She saw his hand move slightly closer to hers and gulped.

Without breaking eye contact Rose reached to touch his hand.

His silvery grey eyes swirled with mystery.

She couldn't think, she was so caught up in wanting to reach out to him.

To show him how she really felt.

Just as her gloved fingers were about to reach his, he flinched away, a large crease forming between his eyebrows.

Rose's breathing hitched and the warmth that had been rising in her stomach plummeted towards her feet.

He stared at her hand that remained in the centre of the table.

Meeting her eyes once again, she saw a difference.

"What the fuck are you doing Weasley?" he spat at her.

"I – I…" she cleared her throat in shock. "I was doing what you lead me to think-"

"What do you mean I lead you to think?" Malfoy's relaxed demeanour ad diminished. He was gripping the butterbeer tightly in one hand; the other was now a clenched fist.

Rose swallowed thickly, not fully comprehending how she had entirely changed the atmosphere in one small movement. And how that movement had affected him so much. He was over reacting big time. Was she that repulsive?

"Its weird..." he continued, sounding bitter and angry…she recognised it as the tone he used with his parents…and Connor. Pretty much with everyone except for her.

"You're acting like we're married. You can't just tell me what to do like this Weasley-"

Her jaw slackened, and her throat felt dry. "I'm not telling you what to do-"

"I thought that you would want to go to Hogsmeade..."

She searched his eyes as he spoke angrily, but he looked away, "but now you're acting like my Mother. I just don't understand. I don't belong to anyone! Let alone you!"

"What?" asked Rose raspily, still confused at how her reaching out to touch his hand had turned into abuse. "Did you seriously believe that we could ever be more than friends?"

Rose blinked too quickly, and watched as Malfoy turned into a blur. She shut her eyes tightly, fighting the stinging tears and attempting to keep her cool.

"Hell, I don't think I even want to be that."

She heard his chair scrape backwards nosily and slowly opened her eyes watching him leave.

She sat there in shock.

What had just happened?

She looked around her to see thankfully, no familiar faces.

She stood up quickly, heading for the girls bathroom, barely making it within the door before letting the tears flow free.

Shaking she wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

She didn't understand. It didn't make sense. It was all screwed up now. She had ruined it all. She was angry with herself. She was confused and upset at him.

She glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible. Tearstained and red.

She splashed her face with water then straightened her hat and scarf. With one last sigh she pushed the door of the bathroom open and headed out of the three broomsticks into the cold.

Anyone who wrote messages in bottles probably needed psychological help.

Everything I know is wrong
everything I do, it's just comes undone
and everything is torn apart

Oh and it's the hardest part
that's the hardest part
Yeah that's the hardest part
that's the hardest part

Don't hate me too much! There will be an update soon (: Xx - Song = The Hardest Part, By Coldplay - Obviously !