Okay, so, let me break it down. I was going to leave this at the end of the last chapter but I didn't for the pleasure of your reading experience (*cough* because I forgot *cough*). I'll try to update once a week but don't hold me to it, this story will be written in various points of view (different perople (mostly Rose and Scorpius) third person, first person etc.) you can experience what each character has to offer (*cough*because I'm bad a commitments*cough*)
Any further authors notes will be located at the end of the chapter (feel free to ignore them if you want).
I stomped the whole way home, Dad fuming behind me. Slimy Slytherin Git.
After ferret boy's little announcement everyone had gone back to a normal lunch, asking Hugo if he had his eye on any boy from school, talking about Quidditch, summer at the Burrow, talking about school, Lily sending goo goo eyes at Malfoy. Everyone except Dad and I that is. Dad slumped in his sit glaring at Malfoy, I did much the same. Malfoy kept sending sly winks my way. Git.
As I walked into the house I saw our orange tabby cat Tiger, I picked him up and make a beeline for my room, shutting the door behind me and curling up in my bed with him. Tiger's always good for a cuddle when you're feeling down. I buried myself under the blankets, Tiger making himself comfortable beside me. I sighed. Why does Malfoy always have to ruin everything? I was going to have a fun summer at the Burrow with my family and then he has to come and destroy all my hopes and dreams.
Can't he think of someone else for once? How many people have to be hurt? Emotionally damaged? Have their soul crushed? Oh, wait. Just one. Me. Ahhh! "I hate everything!" I growled out through gritted teeth. Tiger started and gave me an offended look, "Except you, I don't hate you."
"Do you hate me?" Startled I looked up to see my lovely brother standing in my now open door.
I blinked at him. "No, I don't hate you either."
"I'd take that to heart if you weren't just talking to a cat." He said smoothly and made his way over to my bed, sitting down and leaning against the headboard, putting Tiger between us. He patted her head affectionately.
"Hi." I said, staring blankly at him. "Is there something you wanted?"
"Yes, actually." He replayed helpfully.
"Elaborate maybe?" I suggested.
"Mum wants to know if you're still planning on going over to the Potter's tomorrow." Hugo stated.
What? Bloody fucking hell. I completely forgot, and I promised Al and James. Is it too later to pretend I'm sick? Fake my own death? Eat to much chocolate and spaghetti and go into a food coma? Morning sickness? Say I'm pregnant? Make Lily take me on a shopping trip? I'm sure she'd go along with it, she loves shopping. I don't know if I could bare it though... nope, can't do the last one. Pregnant is it. But Dad would freak, he'd want to know who the father is. So he could kill him. That would put every boy somewhat near my age in school that wasn't my cousin at risk. Can't do that either. I wonder if James would believe that I got kidnapped by pixies... Al probably wouldn't... damn.
"Do I have to?" I asked quietly.
Hugo shrugged. "Not if you don't want to, but you're gonna have to break it to James that he won't be seeing you tomorrow." Double damn.
"I guess I haven't a choice than..." There was no way James would take that well, Al might, but James, not a chance.
"Did I not just give you a choice, Rose?" Hugo looked confused.
"Well, you did. But it didn't have much choice to it." I stated the obvious. I think...
"So... are you going or not?" He's still confused.
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess. Are you going to see Lily?"
"Can't. Plans."
This is new. "Plans. What kind of plans?" I raisews my eyebrows suggestively.
Hugo blushes Weasley red, "Nothing like that! Merlin, Rosie. Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm just meeting up with some friends."
"Good friends?" I smirk at him.
"Best friends actually. And none of them are interested in men, before you ask. We're just having a completely innocent meet up in Muggle Londen, thank you very much." Hugo got off my bed and started walk slowly to the door.
"What ever you say, little brother, what ever you say." I petted Tiger who seemed to be asleep.
Hugo turned around at the door and said, "Oh, we'll have dinner around 6, so, since it's-" he glanced down at his muggle watch, "only two, about four hours from now."
"Right, well I'm taking a nap." I yawned and burrowed further into my covers, closing my eyes.
Hugo chuckled. "Don't sleep too long."
"Don't tell me what to do." I smiled, already feeling sleep taking over.
I heard Hugo shut the door with a sarcastically murmured "Good night." and then I'm out like a light.
There was a short plump man in a pink suit walking down the streets of a town more colourful then even his suit. Every store looked like a candy shop at first glance (everything looked like a candy shop really, kinda hurt to look at), but looking closely you could see every kind of shop from post office to supermarkets, all just as colourful as the next. The town was pleasant, it would be a nice place to live. The people walking the streets, mowing their lawns and watering their plants looked pleasant enough, everything looked pleasant here realy. Even the children were getting along and happily playing together. There was small boy with brown hair that couldn't've been more than 5 or 6 playing fetch with a dog almost taller than him. The dog chased the green tennis ball to the end of the yard and brought it back to the brunette boy. Again and again. The boy laughing wholeheartedly each time, never getting tired of the same game, happy to just play.
The pink suited man walked to the door of the house the small boy and large dog were playing in the yard of. The man in the pink suit knocked twice on the door, within minutes a tall man dressed in weekend clothes answered, grinning at the shorter man. They talked for a few minutes, both grinning.
That's when I fell.
I didn't know it at the time of course, but I was flying. No, not flying, floating, in the sky, watching, but now I was falling. The ground was getting closer, though I was still not half way to it. The dog stopped chasing his ball, finding the falling redhead more interesting, the boy soon followed the dogs gaze, looking at me shocked. He yelled something, something I didn't hear, but it caused the two men to turn and watch. They started shouting as well, the ground was very close now. Huh, I'm gonna die now. I am going to die falling from the sky of a colouful town that I wouldn't mind living in. Wait, what? Colourful town? Huh?!
Oh, fuck, I'm about to die. Does it even matter right now? Yes, because it's not real. Of course it's real. Was it? Oh... it wasn't real. Candy town, ha.
And then I hit the ground. Or didn't... I'm not sure. I'm not in the town anymore.
I'm in a hall, an empty hall, white marble floors, I spot one door at the end. I slowly made my way to the door, it seemed to take forever, once I raised my hand to the handle and turned-
***THIRD PERSON***
"-Rosie!" Rose rolled over in her bed, using her hand to block the light streaming in through the curtains that her loving brother Hugo had just yanked open, "Time to wake up, love."
Rose grumbled something about a door and having to open it and glared at Hugo, "Five more minutes," she murmured out, turning around in bed.
"Na'uh. You have to get ready to go to the Potter's."
"Oh. Fuck." She said sitting up and rubbing her eyes to try to wake up more fully.
"Language, Rosie." Hugo smirked.
Rose yawned, stretching her arms. Her stomach growled. Merlin, I'm hungry. Did I have dinner last night? "Hugh, did you ever wake me up for dinner yesterday?"
Hugo sighed with a small smile, "Nah, you were sleeping too deeply, dad couldn't even wake you, we thought it best to let you get your beauty sleep."
"Oh, thanks I guess, but now I'm starving." Rose threw the covers off of her and swung her legs around to get up. "What's for breakfast?"
Hugo shrugged, "Whatever you want, Mum and Dad already left for work. There's leftovers if you want."
"Right. Food." Rose got up and walked to the door, pulling Hugo behind her, down stairs and into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and began pulling plastic containers of food out, filling her arms, pushing the fridge closed with her hip and trying to walk to the table without dropping anything.
Hugo watched amused. "Merlin, Rose, are you eating for six?"
"Shut up." She said grabbing a fork from a drawer and taking a seat at the table, "I'm hungry."
"I see that." He exclaimed.
Rose opened a container of leftover pasta and dug in. "I'm hungry," She said again through a mouth full of food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Hugo reprimanded, "What time do you have to be at the Potter's?"
Rose swallowed before answering, "Um... around ten. I think..." she answered unsure.
Hugo glanced at his Muggle watch, "You've got fifteen minutes. Is that enough time to finish eating and shower?"
Rose's eyes widened. "Uh... probably not! I'll probably be late. Shit." she rushed to the doorway taking the container of pasta and fork with her, eating it as she went.
"Eh... Rose, you sure you can finish that in the shower?" Hugo questioned skeptically.
Rose spared only a short, very serious glance back at him saying, "I'll make it work," before leaving the room, fork midway to mouth.
Hugo chuckled at his sister before going to put away the food she'd left at the table.
Rose, however didn't make it work, after getting out of the shower, drying her hair and changing she'd still only managed to finish half her beloved pasta. She got back down to the kitchen to clean up her mess before seeing Hugo had done it, he can be sweet when he tries. Rose, not wanting to leave her pasta behind unfinished and too lazy to walk the few blocks to the Potter's, used the floo, after placing a lid on her food of course. It just wouldn't be right to get ashes in such deliriousness. After stepping out of the Potter's fire place and brushing off her clothes, Rose went straight to the kitchen finding four people in various places around the room.
Uncle Harry sat at the head of the table with The Daily Prophet laid out in front of him. He had a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and was skimming over a paragraph with his other. One one side of the paper was a rather large picture of the The Chudley Cannons, with an article about, most likely, their latest lose. Uncle Harry seemed to be dressed in his Auror ropes.
Aunt Ginny was standing over a pan of what Rose assumed was eggs and bacon, as it was she couldn't see it from where she stood in the door way. Aunt Ginny, unlike Uncle Harry, was not dressed yet, she was still in her night gown and rope.
Lily was sat at the table with a plate of food in front of her, that she didn't seem too interested in, instead staring off dreamily in the direction of the pantry, occasionally shifted a bit of scrambled eggs around on her plate absentmindedly.
Standing in the pantry, bare backed in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, reaching for something on the top shelf, was none other than Scorpius Malfoy. Joy. Where's James when you need him? No ones noticed me yet, I could, just, leave. Shit, Malfoy's turning around. Please don't noticed me. Please don't notice me. Please don't notice m-he noticed me. Upon turning around, box of cereal in hand, Malfoy saw her standing in the far doorway, smirking to himself he walked a few steps forward, making sure to throw a quick wink at Lily, to which she practically melted.
"Good morning, Rose. Al said you didn't like eggs, so I got you some cereal." He held the box of cereal out to her.
Rose snared. "I've eaten, thanks." she said lifting her plastic storage container and pointedly taking a bite of her pasta.
Malfoy shrugged, "I didn't really get it for you anyway." he said grabbing two bowls out of a cupboard and two spoons from a drawer.
"Why two?" Rose asked suspiciously, indicating the extra bowl.
"Al." he said simply.
Rose, having had enough of Malfoy, turned to her Aunt Ginny, "Where is Al anyway?"
"Oh, he's just taking out the garbage. He'll be back in a minute." She said, moving around some eggs in her pan. "Would you like some bacon, dear?" She asked pointing to the pan of sizzling bacon to the left of the eggs.
Nodding eagerly, Rose walked over to her aunt, "Yes, please, I didn't really have much time to eat. Well, except for this." she said lifting her makeshift bowl.
"Right, well that's hardly a breakfast, go get a plate, hun." her aunt waves vaguely in the direction Malfoy stood.
Rose thought for a moment, "No, thanks, just in this please?" she said offering Ginny her pasta, Aunt Ginny sighed and took it, places five pieces of cooked bacon on top of the food. "Thank, auntie." Rose said cheerfully.
"Merlin, you eat a lot." said a deep voice behind her.
She was about to turn around and shout at Malfoy when she realized it wasn't Malfoy who had said it. Albus stood in the door way she had left moments ago. "Morning to you too, Albie. I see some people know how to wear adequate clothing," she stated, noting Albus' choice to wear a shirt. Throwing a pointed and glare look Malfoy's way she said, "unlike other's"
"Unlike others what?" behind Al stood his older brother, James, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.
Malfoy chuckles, "What did you say about adequate clothing, Rosie?"
Rose glares at the wall, not wanting to look at him for fear of vomiting, "Don't call me Rosie." She said as calmly as she could at that moment, walking to the doorway and giving Albus a quick kiss on the cheek, she grabbed James wrist and pulled him into the living room.
"But, no-wait, food." James made a horrified face, looking into the kitchen.
"Food." Rose said, handing him the 'bowl'.
"Oh," James picked up the fork and took a large bite, "I'm still coming back for more later."
"Yeah? You're also sharing." She grabbed the fork and got her own bite before dragging him up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door behind them.
"Ugh. People." James grumbled, biting into a fork full of pasta.
"Ugh. Malfoy." Rose mimed, falling onto James' unmade bed.
"Ugh. Malfoy." James agreed, through a mouth full of food.
"Why does Malfoy have to stay here? Couldn't he just go to France with his parents?" she asked grumbling irritably.
"They didn't want him either." he answered.
"I love you." Rose laughed.
"I love me too." James sigh with a dreamy look on his face.
"Prat." Rose said sitting up, taking the pasta from James and eating the rest in one forkful.
"Oi!" James protested.
Rose stuck her tongue out at him. They stayed locked in James' room for a good few hours, talking and playing exploding snack. Eight games and two burned fingers later the score was 5-4 to James.
"I'm still hungry," James complained, making the wining move in game number nine. 6-4 to James.
"Me too kinda."Rose thought long and hard (all of two minutes) if it was worth going downstairs when Aunt Ginny yelled up the stair case that it was lunch time. But in the end she felt she had to spent at least sometime with Albus. Plus she wasn't going to turn up lunch, food is food, no matter who you have to spent time near.
When they got downstairs Lily, Albus and Malfoy were sitting in a line at one side of the table, Malfoy in the very middle. Rose took the seat across from Albus, leaving James to seat across from Malfoy, and next to Aunt Ginny who had just set a platter of sandwiches and a pitcher of iced lemonade in the middle of the table.
Rose grabbed a sandwich and nibbled on it while she waited for the lemonade to come her way.
James was eating an obscene about of sandwiches, Lily was staring at Scorpius talk to Albus about the Tornadoes chances this season (very good if she said so herself), normally Rose would join them but, ew, Malfoy. Aunt Ginny was yelling at James about him exploding from food consumption but she spared a moment to turn to Rose.
"Is Hugo coming?" she asked politely.
"No, he's hanging out with some of his Muggle friends." Rose answered .
"That's lovely." she said as she whacked James over the head for eating to fast. That's one of the reason Rose loved her Aunt Ginny so much, she had the capability to be completely calm and sweet to one person while yelling her head of at another (most likely James). 5 sickles she got it from Nana Molly.
Something hit Rose in the shoulder, slashing on the front of her shirt and falling to the floor, "OW!" Rose yelled looking at the floor where she saw the lemonade pitcher spinning in slow circles, all but a small amount of its previous contents gone now. Rose looked up to try to piece together what happened and saw Malfoy smirking 'innocently' pretending it didn't do anything wrong. "What the hell did you do that for?!" She screamed at him from across the table.
"I was just passing you the lemonade because you didn't have any yet. It's not my fault you spaced out or something." he shrugged.
Rose looked down at her now stinky and wet shirt. She didn't keep extra clothes at The Potter's anymore because of the time in Third year that Malfoy was over and threw her knickers on the roof.
"You can barrow one of mine if you like." Lily spoke up.
Rose took one look at Lily's stick figure and tight tanktop and grimaced. "No thanks. I'll just have Aunt Ginny Magic it?" she looked hopefully in her aunts direction.
"Nope, you know the rules." she said. There was a rule about magic at The Potter's. No magic in the house unless it's for something important. Uncle Harry says it's to be fair to anyone underage but we all know it's because he has a soft spot for Muggles and likes living as much like a Muggle as he can while still being a wizard. Granddad Arthur always has a ball when he comes to The Potter's, asks lots of questions.
"Right, I'll just steal something of James' then." James didn't even look up from his food as she left the room.
When she got to James' room she grabbed a shirt hanging out of one of James' drawers that looked moderately clean, it was better than actually trying to look through one of his drawer (who knows what you might find in there). Replacing her own with James' she turned to the mirror and tried to estimate if it was short enough to not look like she wasn't wearing pants. If I stand up straight enough... It can be sufficient.
Satisfied with her decision she left the room and turned to the stairs, only to find them blocked by none other than Malfoy.
AN: Reviews are welcomed cheerfully with open arms. Positive and negative, I'm not picky, if I'm fucking something up tell me.