Disclaimer: I wonder if people think that I actually am JK Rowling. I hope not. Hey, unarosaesunarosa, you make a good point, and I promise that they will fall in love but it's not going to be all Disney "happily ever after" for a while, if at all.
I walked outside, looking at the box. He had wanted to make up, and I had ruined it by stupidly walking in with Josh.
Speaking of whom, he came out right after that. He put his arm around me once more.
"Hey, are you ok?" he asked. "That guy was a total jerk."
"No he wasn't," I said, turning on him. "He was trying to apologize, and I messed up now."
"Wow, you're pretty when you're angry," he said to me. With that, he pressed his lips to mine and attempted to shove his tongue down my throat.
I immediately pulled away. "What the hell do you think that you're doing?" I shouted.
"I think it was pretty obvious," he said. He leaned in again.
I slapped him so hard; his check had the red silhouette of my hand. "Don't you dare try to kiss me, you hear?" I turned around and began to walk away.
Stupid boys with their stupid attitudes! They're all stupid! I fumed as I walked back to the castle.
I wanted to be alone, so I needed to avoid any of my regular places: the lake, the library, the common room or the dorm.
Where is one place I know I can be alone in? I asked myself. The answer came quickly to my head; the Room of Requirement, of course!
I headed to the seventh floor and walked passed that part of the wall three times.
I need a place to be alone.
I need a place to be alone.
I need a place to be alone.
A small door appeared and I walked in. Of course it looked just like my room at home. That's where I always went to avoid my family if they were bothering me.
I sat down on the replica of my bed and looked at the box of chocolates. I opened it up, and inside there was a note.
Dear Rose,
We never really were best friends, thought we always talked to each other. At the dance, I'm not sure, but I guess I kind of knew that it was you all along. I'm sorry that I lashed out at you when you told me that it was you. I guess that I was afraid of the truth, just like you were. I'm sorry that I kissed that girl in the library, and I know that sorry doesn't cut it anymore, so there's really only one reason for this note.
I Love You,
Scorpius M.
There it was, on plain parchment. He loved me! I loved him, too.
But I ruined everything because I just had to leave the Three Broomsticks with Mr. Cute Smile. I was such an idiot.
The trouble was that I knew if I had stayed where I was, everything would be out in the open by now. But, now he probably didn't feel that way anymore, or he did and he didn't think that I did.
Wow, none of my relationships had ever been like this before. It was quite unsettling.
But what was I supposed to do? Was I to totally ignore my own feelings, go on with my life and pretend that the whole thing with Scorpius never happened? Would I just walk away and never speak to him again? Was I to lock my feelings up in a box in my head and never let the world know what was going on inside me? Should I turn my back on what could be?
My head had a resounding "yes" but my heart screamed about how intolerable that would be.
I couldn't abandon Scorpius. I couldn't abandon my heart.
But I couldn't just throw caution to the wind and let the chips fall where they may. It would be too dangerous, and I didn't want to end up getting hurt.
But there was really no one to ask for advice anymore.
The Headmistress was helpful up to a certain point, but I couldn't just go up there and ask for relationship advice. What I asked before was basically how to save a dying friendship, though I knew that I loved him.
Albus was probably less than happy with me, but he wouldn't tell anyone in the family about that. Even when he's mad at me, he never betrays my trust.
Anyone else in my family would let it get around to my parents, and that would be no good at all.
And then, if I told basically anyone else in the school, it would spread like wildfire, reaching my cousins (or worse, my brother), and then my family would know about it.
I laid down on the bed and thought, which was the only thing I was able to do to keep this from getting to anyone, namely, my parents.
It was weird that I, Rose Nymphadora Weasley, could plan out an entire Defense Against the Dark Arts essay an about any topic in about five minutes, not counting the time it took to actually write, but I couldn't figure out something trivial like a relationship.
I paused to think about that, and I found a reason.
I thought about relationships as trivial because I had never been in a serious one before. There were a few dates here and there, but the only real boyfriend I had ever had was Jacob, which meant that I actually had very little relationship experience.
How would I be able to understand the level of intensity this was?
I was in way over my head.