AN: Read and review! I love constructive criticism. And warning...this is not a very happy chapter, but it was necessary unfortunately. And if you haven't read Speak Now, you totally should. It's an AU future version of this fic. Sort of. What happens in Speak Now will NOT happen in this fic.

I briefly posted this yesterday, but I took it down, updated it, and changed some stuff. Please read and review!

Chapter Four: Arguments and Anger Management

Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory

September 23rd

I woke up with an absolutely awful hangover. My head was throbbing and I felt absolutely ill. I know it's Saturday, and I said something about getting started on my homework and whatever, but no. I think I'll just go back to sleep.

Also Scorpius snogged Sumners.

I...I don't even know what to think.

Are they going out now?

What I do know is that you don't have to think when you're asleep.

Life would be so much better if all I had to do was sleep.

Transfiguration

September 24th

"Next class, we will be having a practical examination, much like how the NEWT examination is going to work," Professor Brown announced.

Bugger.

Fuck.

A practical examination? This was like setting me up for abject failure, and/or humiliation. Maybe Scary Mary shouldn't be too confident in her ability to hold onto her job.

I turned to look at Scorpius, my wonderful Transfiguration tutor. Although he was snogging my mortal enemy last Saturday, so I'm unsure if he can still be called wonderful, but nevertheless. Wonderful.

Honestly, he's always insisted that they're just mates. Mates, my arse.

Scorpius refused to look at me, instead choosing to look anywhere else but me.

Okay, then.

What was this boy's problem?

He snogs my mortal enemy and he has the right to be angry at me?

What the hell was this boy's problem?

There's something so backwards about this.

There's something so backwards about this whole year.

Corridors

September 24th

"Scorpius!" I yelled as I followed Scorpius through the corridors. I don't know why he was running like he was being chased, but he was. "Are you avoiding me?"

I picked up the pace, weaving through frightened second years and shoving them away. "Scorpius! Scorpius Malfoy, come back here!"

He showed no sign of stopping.

"Did you hear me?" I demanded as soon as I caught up.

"I think the people in Wales heard you," he drawled.

"Then why didn't you stop? Why are you avoiding me?" I screeched.

"I'm not avoiding you."

What a liar.

"Really."

"I just didn't feel like conversing with you, that's all," he said coolly.

"This is so bloody backwards, did you know that?" I yelled.

"Elaborate?"

"You snog my mortal enemy, and you have the nerve to be angry with me?!" I shrieked, knowing that calling Sumners my "mortal enemy" was a bit overdramatic.

"That's rich," he scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, completely and utterly bewildered.

He took a look at my probably bright red face and flashing eyes. "Never mind."

"I'm the one that should be angry with you!" I continued.

He rolled his eyes. "You have to let it go. Why do you care who I'm snogging?"

"I don't. Unless it's Sophie Sumners," I said, defending myself.

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you telling me who I can and can't snog now?"

"It's Sophie Sumners. You can't snog Sophie Sumners! She's such a bitch!" I cried hysterically.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I don't have time for this."

Well, that answers the question of if he fancies Sumners or not. I'm seriously questioning the character of anyone that could fancy her.

"Oh, going to snog Sumners some more?" I sneered angrily.

He rolled his eyes.

"Find your own damn Transfiguration tutor," he snapped as he stormed off. "See you later, prude."

"Wait! But we have an exam in three days!" I shouted desperately.

Where was he going? Why wasn't he turning around?

"Miss Weasley, how many times have I told you, no shouting in the corridors! Five points from Gryffindor!"

Note to Self: Find new Transfiguration tutor. One as patient as the last one would be preferred.

What the hell was that fight? And I still don't understand why Scorpius is angry with me! What the bloody hell did I do to him?!

WHY ARE BLOKES SO BLOODY CONFUSING?!

Update: In my anger, I punched a wall, and needed to go to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey all but said that I need anger management.

Bloody hell.

Joint Common Room

September 24th

"So, hypothetically-," I began, putting my quill down in the middle of my Charms essay.

"I already don't like where this is going," Liz muttered, setting her quill down also.

"There's a girl named...er, Rachel. She becomes friends with her cousin's best mate. And everything is all fine and peachy-," I continued.

"Peachy? Since when do you use the word peachy?" Emma asked incredulously, while rifling through her chocolate frog card collection.

"I'm not using it, Rachel is! Rachel and her mate, uh..Sc-Sebastian end up at a party together. At the party, Sebastian kisses Rachel's enemy, uh, Samantha. And then, the next day, Sebastian ignores Rachel, and after she confronts him, he snaps at her," I said quickly. "Why would Sebastian be mad at Rachel?"

"I think Scorpius-," Emma began.

"Sebastian!" I interjected.

She rolled her eyes so dramatically I wondered if her vision was impaired.

"Fine. Sebastian is upset that uh, Rachel was flirting with...Nathan," Emma said.

"Why would Sc-Sebastian be upset that Rachel was flirting with Nathan?" I asked.

"Because...er, Erin thinks that Sebastian fancies Rachel," Liz said.

"Well, Rachel thinks that Erin is very loony," I said.

"Erin thinks that Rachel is in denial," Emma added.

"Emily also thinks that Erin is very loony," Liz added.

Great Hall

September 25th

"Em, can you ask Scorpius why he's so mad at me?" I asked. Emma was shoveling eggs into her mouth at lightning speed.

"Now?" she asked, after she choked her food down.

"No. Next Tuesday," I said sarcastically, while picking at my pancakes.

She got up, went over to the Slytherin table and sat down, next to Scorpius, who was sitting with Sophie fucking Sumners. Emma and Scorpius seemed to have a bit of a discussion, Emma's dark head and his platinum blond one ducked down, before Emma wandered back warily.

"So?" I asked immediately.

"He didn't really give me a straight answer," Emma said flatly. "He probably didn't want to say something with the Queen Bitch sitting next to him.

It's so refreshing when you get reminded that you're not the only person that hates Sophie Sumners.

Al came over, and tapped Emma's shoulder. "Scorp wants to talk to you."

Emma huffed and made her way back to the Slytherin table. A minute later, she wandered back.

"Uh, apparently, he's upset that," Emma began, and then she turned to Al. "What did he say again?" she murmured.

Al hissed something in her ear, and Emma frowned deeply. "Uh, er...alright," she muttered.

"He's upset that you're upset that he snogged Sumners."

I laughed.

This boy really deserved a spot in the St. Mungo's psychiatric ward, if he was upset at me about that.

There was no freaking way that that was what he was upset about. He was upset at me, before I was upset at him for snogging Sumners.

That didn't even make sense.

If you're going to lie, at least make it convincing!

A Guide to Lying:

Compiled by Rose Weasley

Step 1: Determine Your Subject

What are you going to be lying about? Really, that's the most important thing! You can't proceed with creating the perfect lie, if you haven't a clue what you're to be lying about.

Step 2: Choose Your Lie

Now that you know you're going to lie, and you know what you're going to be lying about, it's time to construct your lie. What is that you want to pretend to do?

A Few Tips:

Keep it Simple

Really, I can't tell you how many lies have been disproved by the liars simply forgetting important details in their all-too-elaborate lies. Once Hugo broke one of my mother's vases, and told some story involving Teddy, a rogue pigeon, and a wild game of Exploding Snap. To no one's surprise, my mother didn't believe it for a second.

Memorize the Lie

You don't want to forget part of the lie, and have to start making things up and contradicting yourself. You really don't want that. Because sometimes, you're late to Quidditch practice, and Nick McLaggen is absolutely furious at you, and you don't want him to be furious at you, so you feel compelled to lie. And then, because you forget what half of the lie was, and you've got a very mad mind, you spout out some crazy story involving an exploding Potion and getting Liz's help, but then, you accidentally say that you ran into Liz and Emma for the first time all day, and they absolutely needed your help with a rogue niffler that found its way into your dorm.

Make it Believable

Don't tell your girlfriend that instead of meeting her to study, you were feeding Hagrid's pet hippogriff. No one's going to believe you.

Step 3: Fact-Check Your Lie

Make sure your lie is plausible! Really, you don't want to tell your girlfriend that instead of studying with her on Wednesday, you went to Gobstones Club when it's common knowledge that Gobstones Club meets on Fridays.

Now you've got the perfect lie!

Er, maybe I shouldn't be advocating lying. But in the event that it should be ABSOLUTELY and COMPLETELY necessary, feel free to use my guide!

"That's such a lie."

Clearly he didn't read my guide to lying.

"I know," Emma said apologetically. Although I thought I saw a look in her eyes that said that she wasn't telling me the whole story.

Then again, when had my crazy conspiracy theories ever been even remotely true?

"Tell Scorpius that I need his help with Transfiguration," I told Emma.

"You're damn well lucky I actually got some last night," she huffed, getting up again. "What, am I suddenly an owl?"

If Emma wasn't in such a good mood, there's no way she would've trekked across the Great Hall again.

"He says too bad," Emma reported as soon as she sat down.

How very mature of him.

Library

September 26th

It's genuinely not good when you have to turn to Albus Potter to help with schoolwork. He's just not the brightest bulb in the box, but he's less terrible than I am at Transfiguration. My Transfiguration tutor is currently not speaking to me. Liz disappeared somewhere. Emma was getting into someone's trousers. So I'm stuck with Al Potter's help.

Don't get me wrong, I love Al. He's one of my favorite cousins. But, it just reeks of desperation when you ask for his help.

"So what is going on between you and Scorp?" Al asked.

"What do we need to know for this exam?" I asked, totally ignoring his question.

"Why are you two not speaking? You two have gotten on so well for the last few weeks," Al continued, ignoring my question.

"Is Scorpius Malfoy a topic on this exam? No! So let's move on!" I snapped very loudly.

"Bloody hell, woman. It was just a simple question. You seriously need some anger management," Al muttered.

I shot him a dark look.

Al gave me a pleading look back.

I sensed that we weren't going to get to the Transfiguration until I answered his questions.

"We had a fight," I said curtly.

"About?"

I was quite astonished that Al didn't know. Some best mate, huh?

"After the party, he started avoiding me. I confronted him, said something about him snogging Sumners, and we're not speaking now," I said, quickly summarizing the fight.

I knew that Emma and Al were sort of getting sick of being in the middle. But was it my fault that he randomly decided to stop speaking to me?

Scorpius Malfoy redefines confusing. First, he spends six years mocking and teasing me, then we become mates and he switches on and off between teasing me and being scarily nice to me, and now for some reason he won't speak to me.

I really should give up. Move to Antarctica where I can live in peace and jubilation with the penguins.

Al looked puzzled. Actually, Al frequently looks puzzled. It's his typical look.

"Is that why my two best mates are fighting? Seriously?" he asked incredulously.

"He's dating Sumners! That girl bloody hates me!" I all but shouted.

Madam Pince shot me a look, but refrained from kicking me out again.

Y'know I think I'm started to develop a liking towards Madam Pince. I mean, when she's not being completely horrible and kicking people out of the library undeservingly, she can actually be a lovely woman.

"They're not dating," Al said patronizingly, like I was, I don't know, five.

And really, Al?

Was I supposed to believe that?

"I saw them snogging," I insisted.

"That's-," Al began.

I stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"It's...it's...aah...complicated," he finished eventually. "You just have to trust me. And Scorpius," he added.

"Complicated," I repeated, coldly. "I don't know Al-it doesn't really sound like nothing."

"Why do I even bother? You're as stubborn as a mule," Al muttered.

Stubborn? I am not stubborn!

Am I?

Still in the Library

September 26th

Really, was this assignment written in Chinese? Because that's sure as hell what it looks like. I don't even know what this is asking, much less how to answer it.

Note to Self: Ask Liz about the Transfiguration assignment because He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (not Voldemort, but ex-Transfiguration tutor) is not currently speaking to me

Still still in the Library

September 26th

To Do:

1. Find out why Scorpius is so upset with me (he was upset before I was even upset about him snogging Sophie freaking Sumners)

2. Wait until he apologizes?

3. Study for Transfiguration

4. Herbology Essay

5. Ancient Runes Transations

6. What if he doesn't apologize?

7. Make up the patrol schedule by myself, since he-who-must-not-be-named is not currently speaking to me.

8. I'll fail Transfiguration if he doesn't apologize.

9. Not having him as a mate would be sad, actually. (Something is so fundamentally wrong with this year. I never hated him, but I really really didn't like him before.)

10. Find out why Liz has been so MIA lately.

11. Should I apologize?

12. But what would I apologize for?

Er, this to do list accidentally turned into a list worrying about my friendship with Scorpius.

Somehow everything in my life ends up with me thinking about Scorpius.

That can't be healthy.

Note to Self: Stop thinking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Note to Self: I mean it!

Note to Self: Alright, writing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is tiring. HWMNBN?

Note to Self: STOP THINKING ABOUT HWMNBN FOR MERLIN'S BLOODY SAKE!

Still still still in the Library

September 26th

A Letter to My Mate (?) Scorpius That Will Never Be Read By Anyone Except Me

Dear my wonderful mate Scorpius:

So, we're actually not so wonderful mates right now. By that, I mean, you're not really speaking to me. You're sort of upset at me for no particular reason and are with Sumners all the time, or perhaps, there is a reason, and I don't know it? In that case, it would be highly beneficial for you to tell me the reason you are so upset with me. Because if I did something terrible and Rose Weasley-ish, I'd like to apologize. Really. I miss you, and not just your absolutely cracking Transfiguration skills.

Your (hopefully still) wonderful and not-that-prudish mate

Rose (Cleopatra)

Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory

September 27th

I had a funny dream last night.

I wonder how many of my diary entries in the morning start of like this?

In my dream, I was at the Potter's. Harry had divorced Ginny, and was married to Molly, of all people. Everyone was going to go play Quidditch, but I needed to feed my alpaca. Scorpius and Al tried to convince me to play Quidditch, but I kept insisting that I needed to feed my alpaca. Then, Dom came up, and said that she Avada Kedavra-d my alpaca, so I turned Dom into an alpaca. Scorpius then said that if I wasn't going to play Quidditch with him, he'd play with Caroline Davies (Tone-Deaf Theresa, also the beater on the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team). When I went to go feed my alpaca (Dom), she became an aardvark. Then Scorpius turned into an aardvark. Then Scorpius and Dom, as aardvarks, got married in an aardvark wedding.

Note to Self: What the bloody hell is wrong with me?

Still in the Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory

September 27th

Reasons Why I Should Apologize to Scorpius Malfoy

1. As strange as this is, I miss him. Even though he can be a first rate jerk.

2. I even miss his stupid arsehole-ish comments

3. Emma and Al really really hate being in the middle

4. He's so freaking good at Transfiguration

5. I really do miss him.

Reasons Why I Shouldn't Apologize to Scorpius Malfoy

1. Erm, what exactly am I apologizing for?

2. I mean, if I didn't do anything wrong, why should I apologize?

3. I don't want to be mates with him if he's dating Sumners

4. Bottom line-I won't apologize for something I didn't do. I really won't.

Entrance Hall

September 27th

"SCORPIUS MALFOY STOP RIGHT THERE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. In fact, I screamed so loudly, that I'm pretty sure the whole castle heard me. My throat was dry and scratchy, and I was actually panting.

Scorpius looked taken aback when he heard his name being screamed so loudly, and turned around.

Hi, Scorpius.

I was lucky enough to pick the time to confront him when he wasn't attached to Sumners. Good karma?

Is that a thing in my life?

"Weasley," he said stiffly, like he'd rather be sent to the gallows than talk to me.

Weasley? What the hell? Ever since we became mates, he hasn't pulled out the last name card. What is wrong with this bloke?! Is he PMS-ing or something?! And blokes say that us girls are moody.

"We need to talk," I said, pushing away my hurt feelings, at least for the moment.

"About?" he asked rather reluctantly.

"Why are you ignoring me? I thought we were mates!" I cried.

"You thought wrong," he said lowly.

And there it was. I wasn't quite devastated, but I was quite hurt.

"Then what-what was that last month?" I asked.

He remained silent.

"Damn it, answer me, Malfoy!" I shouted, my voice taking on a malicious edge. "Just answer the fucking question!"

"You really need some anger management," he drawled.

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.

"Do you know what I want?" he shot back.

What?

"Continue," I said, trying my very best to restrain my temper.

"I want you to stop butting yourself into my life! You have no control over who I'm snogging or not! You have no right to tell me how I should live my life!" he shouted.

Bollocks.

"You were angry at me before I even said anything about Sumners!" I defended myself.

"Ever since I've met you in first year, you've been giving your unwanted opinions on my life and I'm really fucking sick of it! You act like you're better than everyone else, when you're just like us. Or even worse," he snorted.

Oh come on. He's blowing that totally out of proportion. Yes, a time or two over the six years we've known each other, I've given some advice. I don't constantly give my opinions on his life!

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I screeched, because really, I had no idea what he was going on about.

"Let's look at who you fancy. Oh right, a cheating first rate arsehole!" he screamed.

"And what about your girlfriend?" I shot back.

"Typical Rose bloody Weasley! You can't admit that you have faults!"

How the bloody hell did our argument about whether he was avoiding me or not turn into this?

"And what about you? You are so damn arrogant it's not-," I yelled, really not caring that half of Hogwarts appeared to be watching us row. They were so fascinated that you'd think that our rowing was the most interesting thing to ever happen to Hogwarts.

Forget the Sumners-McLaggen-McLaughlin drama, apparently this was utterly riveting.

"Yeah? Well you're so fucking blind!"

"Blind?!" I shrieked.

Blind? I am not blind! I mean, I'm not an overly observant freak of nature like Lily, but that doesn't mean I'm blind.

He must've noticed the suspiciously glaring professors at the same time as I did, because he abruptly said, "Good luck on Transfiguration, Weasley," with a mocking tone. "You'll need every bit of it."

What an arrogant arsehole!

And what the fuck happened since...the Quidditch party and now?

Why had everything gone to shit?

AN: So what is Scorpius' problem? Sorry this chapter wasn't as funny or happy as they normally are. It won't be super angsty for long! Please please review, favorite, and follow. Reviews inspire me and the faster I'm inspired, the faster we'll get out of this phase of the story lol.

SNEAK PEEK OF THE NEXT CHAPTER:

Great Hall

September 28th

What language was that exam written in? Because that sure as hell didn't look like English. I know English. I know what English looks like. This is not what English looks like, my dear Professor.

English is a great language! I don't see why you choose to continue to use gobbledygook as your choice of language.

Makes it a tad difficult for us common English folk to understand, you see?

Transfiguration

October 2nd

Well. That's it. Looks like I'm going to need to learn how to live on the streets and play guitar.

I will not disclose what I got on my exam, but rest assured, it was not a passing grade.

What is it with this subject?

I'm Rose Weasley! Daughter of Hermione Weasley! Why am I such a failure?

Corridors

October 2nd

Did Malfoy just give me a sympathetic look?