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A/N: Promised you all i would be quick :) here ya go.

Things I am not thankful for

It had been a week since she told Scorpius 'no'. He obviously didn't know what it meant though. He kept trying to talk to her and get her to reconsider. Her answer was and will always be the same, no. Even though Scorpius was one of the hottest guys in school, he just wasn't her type. Her friends kept asking her why she didn't want to date him. She would just brush them off every time. It was kind of a hard subject for her to talk about.

Just before Thanksgiving weekend her friends demanded her to tell them the reason or they threatened to not speak to her for two weeks. They were sitting in their room when her friends threatened her. "Ugh, fine! If you really want to know that bad." Both of her friends nodded their head once in confirmation.

"When I was younger, my dad had this look in his eyes. It was like, I dunno… a 'daddy's little girl' look. It made me feel so loved when he looked at me like that. When I started drinking and rebelling against my mom, he started losing that look. The worst was when I was raped. The look turned from 'daddy's little girl' to 'disappointment' because he believed what my mom said. It hurts me right to the core that I know he'll never get that look back. Even if I do finally convince my family I was raped, I already know he's not going to get that look back. His 'daddy's little girl' look was what made me feel special. Obviously Hugo was a 'mama's boy' and got everyone else's attention as well. My dad's look was the only thing that kept me smiling all these years. After Hugo was born, I was cast aside. 'Look at Hugo with his curls.' 'Look at Hugo's dimples.' I figured when he grew older, everyone would grow out of it. When I turned 14, my mom became the Minister of Magic. Being the Minister changed her. She never had time for us anymore, and if she did have a little time, she'd give it to Hugo. She also realized appearance is everything, so she started pretending we were the perfect family. Then my Grandma Jean got Alzheimer's and added more attention for my mom. I just swallowed it all and plastered a smile on my face because I always thought I'd have my 'daddy's little girl' look. Now that I know that I won't get it back, I want a different look. I want an 'only girl in the world' look from a man I love. Something in my gut is telling me Scorpius will never be that guy. When I really think about it, I feel like I'll just be another girlfriend to Scorpius, nothing special. That's why I've remained single all these years at school. Not all high school sweethearts stay together. I just don't want to look back one day and regret how I wasted weeks, months or years of being in a relationship just because the guy was hot. I'd rather wait until I'm out of high school before I start dating. When I was raped, my virginity was stolen from me. But there was one thing that guy couldn't steal from me, my innocence. He showed me just how cruel and scary the world can be, but it didn't affect my beliefs. I believe that someone really can have a fairytale happy ending. It's probably cliché and silly of me to believe it, but I do. I don't mean to judge Scorpius, but he just seems like a bad boy type. The type that doesn't believe in happy endings or fairytales. All he wants is a trophy to call his. I may be wrong but I may be right too. I just don't want to chance it. That's why I told him no."

Kianna and Mimi just stared at her for several minutes.

"God, you make me feel so common when you get all deep like that." Kianna finally broke the ice.

"Yes, I have to agree. We both may be smart in academics, Rose, but that's not the only thing you're smart in. Your intelligence goes beyond academics."

"Oh stop. I'm not that smart." Rose blushed.

"She's just being modest." Kianna said to Mimi while pointing her thumb at Rose.

"Can we finish packing for Thanksgiving now?" Rose asked.

Kianna sighed. "Might as well."

"We'll only be a floo-call away this weekend if you need us for emotional support." Mimi smiled in reassurance.

"I know." Rose returned the smile and winked.

...

On the way home, the girls talked and laughed. Rose had a quick nap before they arrived at King's Cross. She dreamed of her first year at Hogwarts again. When she awoke, she assumed it was a reminder of what she wanted to ask her friends. "Kianna, Mimi… I've been meaning to ask something."

"Hmm?" Mimi looked up from the book she was reading.

"What's that?" Kianna asked.

"In our first year, why did you get into an argument with the hat, Kianna? How did the hat make you cry, Mimi?"

Both girls slumped a little in their seats, looking bashful. Rose almost giggled, they looked so cute.

"The hat didn't know where to put me at first. It said I basically had the traits of all the houses. Then it told me I had a big mouth and a short temper. I was insulted. It's a piece of ugly old fabric and it has the nerve to insult me?"

Rose started laughing. Yup, that was Kianna for you.

"It's not funny! It's very insulting."

"Yes, it's not." Rose covered her mouth, attempting to stop her laughing.

Mimi was trying to look inconspicuous, hoping to be ignored. "What about you, Mimi? Why did you start crying?"

"Umm, it's nothing really." She squeaked.

Both Rose and Kianna raised one eyebrow.

"Okay, okay! I just felt violated. It saw everything that was in my mind. It also 'tsked' me for lying about breaking a vase when I was younger and blaming it on the House Elf. It said that House Elves should be treated with the same respect as witches and wizards. It also said I was very naughty for keeping it to myself all these years and not telling the truth. I was only 11 at the time!" Mimi whined the last sentence.

Rose began laughing again, harder this time. Kianna also joined Rose in laughing. After Rose was finished, she rubbed the tears from her eyes from laughing so much and hugged both her friends. "Oh God, how I love you both so much."

All three friends started laughing.

Kianna and Mimi returned the sentiment just as the train lurched to a halt at King's Cross. They all grabbed their luggage and exited the train together. Rose said one last goodbye to her friends as she spotted her mom and dad.

"Remember, we're only a floo-call away or even a letter away."

"Yes, I remember." Rose hugged both her friends and headed towards her parent's.

"Hi sweetie, how was school?" her mom asked.

"Okay," she replied dryly.

She put her ear phones in and blasted her iPod. She wasn't in the mood for small talk. Once Hugo joined them, they flooed back to their home in Godric's Hollow.

Rose started heading to her room upstairs as soon as they arrived, Hugo following behind her when their mom's voice stopped them. "Grandma Jean will be joining us for Thanksgiving this year. I just wanted to remind you that she has Alzheimer's and to not be offended if she doesn't remember you two." Rose only nodded in reply. "Also, Harry and his family decided to join us for Thanksgiving. A few others from work will be here too. Both of you are to be on your best behavior when they all arrive."

Rose just continued up to her room when her mom finished talking. She tuned out what Hugo said, probably brown nosing.

...

Rose pretty much spent all of Friday and Saturday in her room doing homework or writing letters to her friends. Even though Thanksgiving was on Monday, they had their dinner planned for Sunday. Grandma Jean arrived early Sunday morning. As Rose went to say hi she saw that her grandmother's condition seemed to be getting worse.

"Hermione, how many times have I told you to stop doing that weird stuff! What if your father caught you? It's not normal what you're doing."

"Mother, we've been through this. I'm a witch, remember? Professor Dumbledore explained everything a long time ago."

"Nonsense. There's no such thing as witches -"

Rose quietly left without being noticed. She felt bad for her grandma. Magic could only do so much. As she was walking back up to her room, the fireplace lit up and her Uncle Harry appeared.

"Uncle Harry!" She ran to him and gave him a huge hug.

Her Aunt Ginny walked out behind him. Rose looked at her with contempt while she was still hugging her uncle. Whatever her uncle replied, it fell on deaf ears with Rose. When her aunt merely returned the look, anger flared in the pit of Rose's stomach. As she let go of Harry, he noticed the exchanged looks. Rose decided it was best she acknowledged her aunt before her uncle started asking questions.

"Aunt Ginny," she said in a clipped tone. She air kissed both of her aunt's cheeks.

"Rose." Ginny used the same tone.

Rose continued up to her room, she took another glace and saw that her aunt was still looking at her. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she ascended the stairs.

Dinner was ready at precisely 6 o'clock later that evening. Everyone gathered around the dining room table. Rose took a seat between her father and her Uncle Harry.

Her father started the 'I am grateful for' routine that happens before every thanksgiving meal. By the time it got to Rose, she bowed her head and said, "I am grateful for my two best friends." She raised her head and smiled.

A moment of awkward silence passed before her mom spoke up. "Now, dear, I'm sure you're grateful for your family too." Hermione smiled at her guests when she finished.

Rose's smile faded. "No, I'm not actually." Hermione gave her a daughter a look. "I don't want to lie. If I were to say I'm grateful for my family, I would be lying. Didn't you teach me not to lie, mother?" Rose smiled deviously.

"Can I speak to you in the kitchen, Rose?"

"Wouldn't it be rude to leave our guests? Whatever you have to say, surely it can be said in front of them. Aren't we family, after all?" Rose's smile grew wider.

"Kitchen. Now." Hermione enunciated both words. "If you all would please excuse us for a moment," she finished with grace.

Rose and Hermione stood up and headed to the kitchen.

As soon as the door was closed, Hermione turned towards her daughter with anger written all over face. "What do you think you're doing? I don't know what kind of shenanigan you're trying to pull, but it better stop right now."

"Or what, mother? What are you going to do about it? Cut my allowance? Ground me?"

"I will be the one to decide the punishment. Do believe me when I say there will be punishment if you continue with your narcissistic attitude."

"Narcissistic? Do you even hear yourself when you talk to your kids? We aren't your constituents, we're your children. You don't have to use big words. Why not just say self-centered?"

"I will not be told how to talk to my own child. Now, you will go back in there and apologize for your adolescent behavior."

"I see your 'apology' and raise you a 'hell no'."

"Rose Amelia Weasley, you will not speak to me that way. I am your mother."

"You may be my mother DNA-wise but I don't know about blood-wise."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means when the fuck did you become such a cold-blooded bitch."

*SLAP*

Rose gasped and cupped her cheek.

"I will NOT be talked to in such a manner. Not after everything I've done for you."

"Like what?! Give me one example. Don't you dare say life because I didn't ask to be a part of this family."

"That's it. Go to your room. I cannot deal with you right now. I have a dinner to attend to."

"I cannot WAIT until I turn 17. Because when I do, 'believe me when I say' I'm getting as far away from you as I can."

There were tears mixed with anger in her mom's eyes when she walked away. Rose didn't care. She walked back up to her room through the dining room. Obviously everyone heard the conversation. It's not like they were that far away. Rose didn't hear Ginny get up to follow her.

When she got to her room, she slammed the door and went to stand by the window. There was a light knock at her door. As she was about to tell whoever it was to go away, the door opened and her aunt peeked in. The same anger from earlier flared again.

Ginny walked into the room and closed the door behind her. "Quite the scene you pulled downstairs. I'm not surprised though. The stuff you do just to be the center of attention. Your mother is doing the best she can, but clearly that's not enough for you."

"How dare you try to come to my house and tell me who my mother is. I think I know my own mother, Ginny."

"Clearly you don't with the way you're behaving. First it's lying, now it's being rude in front of guests. What's next? Getting pregnant while you're still in high school? I wouldn't be surprised if that were to happen though."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You already know what it means."

"You know what? Fuck you. I came to you with a horrible secret and you call me a liar. I thought you were family. Clearly you're not. Because if you really were my family, you would have been there for me. You would have given me the comfort that I needed. I needed someone to believe me, and I thought I could turn to my aunty. How did that turn out? You called me a liar and told me to be ashamed of myself. I did feel ashamed, for months. I didn't want to tell anyone else because I figured they wouldn't believe me. If my own mother, father and aunt wouldn't believe me, who else would? That's what I kept thinking. My best friends finally convinced me to tell them. They were immediately on my side, as family should be. They told me to not be ashamed of myself. That I am not a liar."

"You are a liar. We, your family, saw that you just wanted attention; acting out, doing drugs, drinking. Need I say more?"

"Yeah I'm not going to deny that I did all that. The thing is though, I'm human. Humans make mistakes. We aren't perfect as my mom tries to claim we are. You, though? You're the adult. You should've known better. You were the adult and you did nothing. Even if you didn't believe me, you should have made me feel better anyways. I didn't deserve what happened to me. Nobody deserves something like that. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Ginny had nothing to say. She stood there dumbstruck.

"Now get the fuck out of my room before I physically throw you out, bitch. And if you even think of slapping me like my mother did, feel free. I have a lot of anger that I need to let go of." By this time, Rose was right in front of Ginny's face.

Ginny cleared her throat and straightened her shirt as if it needed to be straightened. She walked out of the room without saying a word.

Rose took deep breaths and clenched her fists. She walked back to the window and stood there for a bit longer.

...

After the dinner was over and all the guests were gone, Hermione went to talk with Rose. She knocked but there was no answer. She opened the door, figuring her daughter was too angry to say anything. She entered the room to discover it was empty. She checked the bathroom, her room and lastly Hugo's room. Hugo claimed he hadn't seen her since dinner. She ran downstairs to her husband Ron who was sitting in the living room.

"Ron, Rose is gone."

Next time on His Gryffindor Minx: The search is on for Rose. family members are grief-stricken to learn she is missing. are they really grief-stricken though? the cavalry is called in. who would the cavalry be though? and where oh where could Rose be?

o.O