AN: I'M BACK. Warning: I wrote this all in one go and it's unedited. Enjoy.
Chapter Six: You Jump, I Jump
Great Hall
October 7th
"I have an idea," Scorpius said, putting his fork down.
I knew he had something important to say because he stopped eating.
"Do you?"
"Want to hear it?" Scorpius asked, and without waiting for me to say yes, he continued on, "We should skip Charms tomorrow morning."
"Are you mad? And why?"
I can't help my Hermione Granger-ish tendencies. It's in my DNA, you see. Mum has pretty much drilled it into me that missing class for no reason is sacrilege.
"Because it's a lecture class and I know you know the material by heart."
Well…true. Is it strange that I felt very complimented when he said that?
"What about you?" I asked stupidly.
"You can catch me up later," he said casually.
Oh, sure. Volunteer me! Why don't you?
"Fine. Say we did skip class. What would we do instead?" I said.
I could tell by the look on his face that he thought he had won the battle already. Ha! As if.
"We'd go to Hogsmeade," he shrugged. "Hogsmeade is pretty cool when half of Hogwarts isn't there, you know."
"We're Head Boy and Head Girl. What if we got caught?"
Yes, I sounded like a prig.
Remember: Hermione Granger's daughter.
"Relax. We won't get caught. Think about it, yeah?"
I am completely and utterly mad for actually considering ditching class. Really, someone ship me off to St. Mungo's for a psychiatric consult. It is clear that I am not in my right mind-however loony that usually is.
Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 7th
Reasons I Should Skip:
1. It would be fun
2. Class really is going to be boring tomorrow
3. It would really piss off Sumners
Reasons I Shouldn't Skip:
1. What if we do get caught?
2. Emma would be overjoyed—in a bad way. By overjoyed, I mean she'd start proclaiming that Scorpius and I are made for each other, and that's never a good thing.
3. Same with Lily
4. Skipping class is bad. Education is good. I should get educated.
5. I'm Head Girl—what if the prefects find out and revolt? There's going to be a coup, and they'll replace me with Meadows or someone. Hogwarts will fall to shambles.
I can imagine it.
I could singlehandedly cause Hogwarts to fall to shambles.
Who wants that?
I mean, I would be legendary.
Rose Weasley—the girl that singlehandedly did what Voldemort and his army couldn't. Rose Weasley, the girl that destroyed Hogwarts.
I really shouldn't skip class, right?
Still in the Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 7th
"D'you know what I saw?" Emma asked, as soon as she walked into the dormitory.
"No."
"C'mon, Rosie! Play along," Emma whined.
"Ethan Finnegan without his trousers on?" I said sarcastically.
"Well, yes, but not what I meant. I saw Scorpius," Emma said, like that was some sort of big revelation.
"Um, yeah, so did I. At dinner. He sat at the Gryffindor table. Near me," I said slowly.
"You're not letting me finish!" Emma said, throwing her arms out dramatically.
"Sorry, sorry," I mumbled.
"We were leaving, and we bumped into Sumners on the way out. Sumners tried to apologize and Scorpius totally brushed her off," Emma said gleefully, like it was the best thing to ever happen to her, which, it probably was.
"So Sumners and Scorpius are still fighting?"
Emma nodded.
If I skipped class with Scorpius, it would make Sumners unbelievably mad, which would be both unbelievably awesome and unbelievably bad. Unbelievably awesome, because who wants Sumners happy? Unbelievably bad for all inhabitants of this dormitory.
We've all seen a Sumners temper tantrum at one point or another.
It isn't pretty.
But is it worth it?
Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 8th
I had another funny dream. In my dream, I skipped Charms and went to Hogsmeade with Scorpius. When we went into the Three Broomsticks, Bellatrix Lestrange served us butterbeer. The butterbeer ended up being perfectly fine—dream me was worried—but Scorpius ended up getting kidnapped by a rogue Hippogriff with hot pink feathers. While running after him, I ended up slipping and hitting me head, because I was wearing a pair of Emma's shoes. The kind that look really hot, but are extremely painful. I ended up in St. Mungo's, but instead of getting treated by a Healer, it was Professor Flitwick, and his assistant was his pet niffler—Cutie McCuddlykins. Cutie McCuddlykins threw up chocolate frogs on me, then I woke up.
So I'm guessing I shouldn't go today?
Note to Self: Where the bloody hell is my copy of The Dream Oracle?
Still in the Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 8th
A large tawny colored owl flew into the dorm room—Scorpius' owl, carrying a note.
Meet me by the tapestry near the Room of Requirement if you want to come. Five galleons that you won't.
I really do hate to lose to Scorpius Malfoy.
That is my only reason for going.
I swear.
Tapestry near the Room of the Requirement
October 8th
"No gloating," I said as I showed up.
His lips began to curl up into a smirk, anyway. I knew I shouldn't have come. Coming was just swelling his head even more.
"What made you show up?"
"I hate to lose," I said curtly. It's true. I really do hate to lose.
"Are you sure you weren't just dying to spend a morning with me?"
My point earlier—Malfoys. Cocky bastards, the whole lot of them.
"Yes," I growled. "I'm sure."
"Tell yourself what you like, Cleopatra. Come on. I'll show you the secret passage."
"Where's my money, Malfoy?"
What? I came to win the bet. That's why I came.
He rolled his eyes.
"I'll buy you a drink. Happy?"
"No," I said, trying not to smile.
Three Broomsticks
October 8th
"Why drag me all the way to Hogsmeade anyway?" I asked.
"Maybe I wanted to spend time with you."
Okay, I'll admit it. That made me sort of happy.
What? Wouldn't you be happy if someone told you they wanted to spend time with you?
"I have a proposition."
"I think you've filled your quota for propositions. I mean, it's your original proposition that got us here, right?"
He ignored me. I would've ignored me too.
"Now would be an excellent time to get to know each other," he said. He acted like he had just discovered gravity or something.
"I know you."
"What's my middle name?" he asked.
I paused for a few seconds, frantically scrambling through my brain.
"Fuck," I said a moment later.
"Close but no cigar," he said sarcastically. "Hyperion."
I could barely contain my giggles. I mean, Hyperion? Who names a child Hyperion, even if it is their middle name?
New Conspiracy Theory: Draco and Astoria secretly hated their child so they gave him the world's worst names
"What's mine?" I asked.
I had assumed that there was no way he was going to get it. No way. No freaking way.
"Olivia," he said confidently.
I should really just quit assuming things.
"My parents really should have taken naming lessons from your parents."
I didn't ask him this, but how did the hell did he know that?
Imaginary Scenario #1:
Scorpius Malfoy is a stalker. He pretends to be a normal person (well, as normal as a Malfoy can be), but when backs are turned, he goes through diaries, eavesdrops on conversations, etc. I've written in my diary enough times in the Great Hall and during class. Naturally, I have to turn my back sometimes. Taking the occasional notes in Defense, and all. What? I am Head Girl. I ought to keep up appearances.
If that scenario is true, I've really got to look into some protective spells for this diary. I mean, Emma and Liz know about the diary, but they don't really care enough to go through it. I think.
Liz: No one's got the time to go through your diary. You write like a madwoman.
Emma: Why would I want to go through your diary? Unless you're secretly shagging someone and giving some details—no thank you. I don't need to read your novel long lovesick rants about Nick McLaggen.
Imaginary Scenario #2:
I told him at some point. But when would I have told him?
Oh, unless I told him, and he erased my memory.
Yeah, this makes less sense than my Transfiguration homework.
Imaginary Scenario #3:
"Hey Al (or possible Emilia), what is Rose's middle name?"
Yeah, I don't know when this would ever come up. Perhaps there is something I haven't considered, but perhaps he just asked.
"Biggest pet peeve?" I asked.
"When people judge me for being a Malfoy," he said rather softly, and I knew I hit a nerve.
Nice going, Rose.
"Mine is when people assume I'm as amazing as my mother is. But I'm not. I practically failing Transfiguration for heaven's sake," I said, laughing a little. "Or when people call me 'Red'. You know, because of my hair?"
He leaned over the table, and pulled a curl.
"What are we, children again?" I asked, rhetorically.
"When I was six, I forgot why, but I was really angry at Sophie. So I cut her hair off in her sleep," Scorpius said, smiling a little.
"You didn't," I said, astonished. Sophie Sumners has perfect blonde hair—and she's absolutely obsessed with it. She's about as obsessed with it as Emma and Lily are with Scorpius.
"Sophie started throwing shoes at me."
"Sounds like Sumners," I commented, trying my best to be civil.
When Liz mistook one of Sumners' hair potions for her own, it was like we woke the beast. Sumners threw a pair of high heeled boots at Liz. Emma wasn't there—maybe it's a good thing. If she had been there, she would've just about killed Sumners. Homicide is never a good thing, kids. Even if it is Sophie Sumners. It may not seem like it, but Liz can hold her own. Unfortunately, her choice of weapon was limited, and ended up being some of my books. My poor bedraggled copy of Little Women is now missing two pages. Sumners ripped them out in anger, after the book hit her on the head.
"Favorite band of all time?" he asked.
"Muggle or magical?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Um…I guess the Beatles. I know they're kind of old school," I said sheepishly.
"You're such a girl," he accused. "If you're going to listen to music from that generation, why not Floyd? Pink Floyd is a legend."
"Pink Floyd is pretentious," I scoffed, scowling a little. A second later I added, "Wait, that's perfect for you."
Then, it was his turn to scowl.
"Pretentious? I am not pretentious," he said.
"Oh? Why don't I replay that incident in Transfiguration? When Brown asked that question that none of us were supposed to know, and you just rattled out some answer that none of us could understand—memorized it, I bet, because who could understand that?"
He rolled his eyes.
"I read. Perhaps you should try it sometimes-I'm pretty sure your Transfiguration book has a layer of dust on it."
"Favorite color?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Red," he said, suddenly grinning.
"Ha ha."
"What? I really do love red. Especially the shade of red that your hair is—," he said, picking up a lock of hair.
"Didn't you say that I looked like my hair was on fire? What was that, second year?"
"Ah, Cleopatra, we were second years. Practically obligated to mock each other."
Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 8th
"So how was your date?" Emma asked.
"Date?"
"Date! You know, a romantic, uh, entanglement if you will. When a male and female-or the two participants can be the same sex-see each other under, erm, more-than-friendly intentions-," Emma began rambling.
"I bloody well know what a date is!" I snapped.
"So? How was it?"
"When did I go on a date?"
"Uh, what do you think you were doing for the last three hours?" Emma asked, faintly amused, but really, mostly annoyed.
"Hanging out in Hogsmeade with Scorpius? Alone? Skiving off class?" she asked suggestively, raising her eyebrows.
Emma is the cause of about 60% of the embarrassing things I've ever done.
"You are ridiculous, Emilia!" I said quickly, trying to hide my current panic.
Date? That wasn't a date. That couldn't be a date. Who takes someone on a date without telling them that it is a date.
Rude.
He did pay for my drink, but it was just to pay me back for the bet I won.
Great.
Now how the hell am I supposed to know?
"While you try to decide whether you just went on a date or not, we've got Divination," Emma said.
Divination
October 8th
Only I would end up in a situation, where I would need to ponder whether said encounter was a date or not.
Why can't be blokes be straightforward? How hard is it?
But why would we go on a date, anyway?
Scorpius has given no indication that he likes me, and I don't like him. I don't like him. Yes, we're friends, he's helpful and I can talk to him, and yes, good looking, but I don't like him. Not like that.
Sumners would claw my eyes out.
Perhaps the spirits, or whatever Trelawney is always babbling about, will help me figure this out.
Ha!
Note to Self: Ask for Liz's opinion. Because let's face it, she's usually way less biased than Emma is.
Evidence That I Did Just Go Out on a Date:
He did pay for my drink
We skipped class
It was only us two
He did start the whole getting to know you crap
Evidence That I Did Not Just Go Out on a Date:
It's Scorpius
What kind of bloke doesn't let a bird know that it's a date, anyway?
Still in Divination
October 8th
"You look…eight letters, bewildered," Matt said.
"I am confused."
"Excellent!"
Then, noticing my facial expression, he hastily added on. "No, not excellent that you're confused. I can help you. Give you my wonderful and extremely sage advice."
"Oh, all right, fine. You are a bloke, maybe you'll give good advice. Say there's a bird, we'll call her…Rachel is friends with a bloke…Sam. One day, Sam suggests that they ditch their morning class to hang out in Hogsmeade. Sam pays for her drink, but Sam says that it is to pay her back. Oh, did I mention that Sam bet that Rachel wouldn't show up, and she did? Yeah, that's what Sam is paying her back for. Is it a date?" I blurted out, making sure Scorpius was occupied on the other side of the room.
He looked to be studying his tea leaves quite intensely.
"Oh, that sounds like a date," Matt said, after a few seconds of deep thought.
Oh, bugger.
"But that also doesn't sound like a date."
What wonderful and sage advice, Matt.
Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 9th
To Do:
1. Find The Dream Oracle!
2. No, seriously, this is very urgent. Have many dreams that need to be deciphered.
3. Find out if I went on a date with Scorpius or not.
4. Merlin, that sounds ridiculous. How does one not know if one is on a date?! Why does Scorpius have to be so damn cryptic?
5. Patrol schedules
6. Apologize to Flitwick for missing class
7. Transfiguration assignment
8. Make up Divination homework
9. Ask Alexia if she has noticed Matt;)
But subtly! Very subtly!
10. Write back to Mum. Answer her question about Scorpius very carefully. Do not mention current is-it-a-date-is-not-a-date crisis.
11. Find a way to talk to Nick McLaggen
12. Act normal
13. Breathe
14. Survive
Still in the Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 9th
Dear Mum,
I'm sorry I haven't written back sooner, my NEWT classes are so time consuming.
What a lie. My is-it-a-date-is-it-not-a-date crisis and Scorpius drama is what's been taking up my time, but my mother so doesn't need to know that.
It feels like I'm practically living at the library. Scorpius and I have been becoming friends lately. It's mostly Al's doing. You know how he is-always trying to get everyone to get along.
I've gotten way too good at lying.
Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
October 11th
A Letter to My Very Very Good Mate Scorpius
Dear Scorpius,
So, things have been weird lately. I mean, not between us. Things are fine between us, but things have been weird with me. I mean, I am just so confused. I really do wish you blokes could be more straightforward, you know? There is a 99% chance that I'm just making it weird in my mind for no real reason. I probably am making it weird for no reason. This would not be the first time Emma has planted some ludicrous idea in my head that I took entirely too seriously. Yes. Yes, that has to be it. Emma did convince me to dive into the Great Lake. By the way, I've noticed that you've made up with Sumners. She's been shooting me a quite a few dirty looks-actually a lot of people have been looking at me funny lately. Huh. I mean, it's not like that time fourth year when I was walking around with green hair. Why are so many people looking at me strangely?
Your very very good mate,
Rose
Great Hall
October 15th
Reasons to Not Talk About Things in the Gryffindor Dormitory:
1. Katie Greene will find out. She will tell someone. By the end of the week everyone will find out.
Now, everyone is under the impression that I'm dating Scorpius. That's not too bad. Unfortunately, rumors tend to morph. Exhibit A of the Hogwarts Rumor Mill.
Ridiculous Rumor #1: I'm pregnant with Scorpius's child. No, I don't know how people made the leap from us going to Three Broomsticks together to me being pregnant.
Number of Times Someone Patted Me on the Stomach/Commented on My Baby Bump or Lack of One: 16
Should I be offended that some people actually think I have a baby bump?
Ridiculous Rumor #2: Scorpius and I are engaged.
Number of Times I've Caught Someone Deliberately Looking at My Ring Finger: 22
Ridiculous Rumor #3: Scorpius and I are already married. We snuck off to Hogsmeade yesterday to get married. We apparently had Puddifoot officiate our wedding, which was held in the Shrieking Shack.
No comment.
Who the hell would have a wedding in the Shrieking Shack, anyway?
Number of Times I've Been Called Mrs. Malfoy: 11
Number of Times I've Considered Moving to Antarctica: 49
Come on, Antarctica is fantastic. No boys, no rumors, no questionable dates. What could be better?
Author's Note: Next update will come much faster, now that college apps are over. Will most likely to be headed to the UC Berkeley, University of Virginia, or Boston University on scholarship. Bonus points to anyone who knows where I got the title of this chapter from? Also, I happen to love Pink Floyd. Calling it pretentious made my heart hurt.
Sneak Peek of Chapter 7:
Current Chapter Title: Consequences of Wagers (subject to change)
"Gryffindor will win."
Now, I'm not quite sure where I got this confidence from.
"Likely," he scoffed.
"I'm willing to bet on it."
My first instinct is always to bet on something. Experience has not yet drilled it into me that that happens to be a terrible idea.
"So am I."
"Five galleons?" I suggested.
He rolled his eyes.
"Since you're so bloody confident, you don't object to raising the stakes, do you?"
I was trapped. Saying no was not an option.
"Of course not," I said, trying to sound as confident as possible.
"Loser is the winner's personal slave."
Oh bugger.