I' back, as promised!
I'll leave you with a really fun Rose, about whom I really enjoyed writing!
ROSE
—Come on, Rose! Get out of this place! I can smell the intelligence coming out of the walls! Why don't you go outside with your friends? These are free hours, in free hours nobody studies. Come on, let's go outside.
—Oh, ok, James.
I let my cousing drag me away from the library, while everybody —more specifically: every girl — watched us.
It's really cool to have a handsome cousin. Come on, don't you have any? Suddenly, you really enjoy going to your uncle's house and you get favours from your girl friends more often.
I think you'd wonder why, in my time off class, I wasn't at the lake with my friends. The reason? That stupid Malfoy. I had locked myself into the library to study Transfigurations because that pretty boy… I mean... just "that boy" is the best student in the year. The last three classes he had answered every question correctly while I just glared at him. And please, don't think wrongly of me: I glared at him... amazed that I could answer none. That's why, yes sir. Please, don't make me laugh, what other reason would I have to glare at him?
Having done barely any studying, as James had interrupted me to talk about "something more important than my studies"(as if such thing could exist) we left and found Victoire in the hallway, who had a letter in her right hand.
You know, it's not that cool to have a beautiful cousin. Victoire: tall, slim, with long blonde hair and a freaking perfect body. Yeah, sure. With veela blood in your veins, anybody could make it, right?
I can't go anywhere with her. Everybody stares at her, every flirtatious remark is said to her, every love potion hidden in chocolate, is sent to her. Well, I won't complain about that last thing. She has told me —apparently, I'm her best confidante— about not-so-nice things that she had done under Amortentia's effect. I still shiver when I remember that Christmas…
And please, don't think I'm jealous! Not at all. I just think that sometimes... sharing is good.
—What is that letter? —asked James.
—None of your business —she answered, sharply.
—What a pleasant girl… —he said sarcastically and then interrupted himself, glancing something over Victoire's shoulder— Well, ladies: duty calls—he declared abruptly and ran away.
And yes, I definitely have a slight suspicion of where my cousing was heading to.
—What's with him? —asked Victoire, nodding her head. Suddenly, she stared at me— Oh, dear… That hair of yours. Let me do something with it.
Victoire has never liked my hair. I don't see anything wrong with it. Red, long and straight like aunt Ginny's.
—Vicky… Victoire… You don't need to… I… —I tried to convince her, in the middle of a hair pulling battle.
—That's it! You look gorgeous.
I saw myself in a mirror she gave me. (Does she always take a mirror everywhere she goes?) But the hairstyle wasn't bad. Two low pigtails and the fringe to one side. Ok, she's not empty-headed in every aspect of life.
—Rosie... —I hate being called like that! I'm fifteen years old, Good Merlín!— The other day, I realized that you were with some... how can I say this? Some... inappropriate people...
I opened my eyes with surprise. The blondie had been spying me again. This time, she was referring to the fact that I had been hanging out with Lucy Chang and her gang, a group of girls with quite a questionable reputation.
But, please, we're not friends. There was a reasonable and logical explanation for our encounters, but Victoire couldn't know that. As you may imagine, she's such a disgusting gossip. Every single thing she knew, in five seconds would be known by the whole of Hogwarts. That's why, I couldn't help but lie.
—New… company —I said with my best innocent smile.
—Ok, fine —she answered mysteriously and went away to God knows where, leaving me alone in the hallway.
I continued on my way, took the stairs, and then I saw him. In front of a mirror, flattering himself from every possible angle: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. I approached him in silence.
His blonde hair was totally messed up, his cheeks flushed, his tie untied, his shirt untucked from his pants and his cloaked hanging from his hand. Yes, I admit it: he looked astonishingly hot.
—It seems that you've had a good time, doesn't it? —I thought with a little bitterness—. But… ¿with whom?
—Ah! —he yelled when saw me. Truly, I'd have liked to stand there staring at him a little longer. Just for fun, of course.
—Did I scared you, Malfoy? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your daily self-esteem session —I love being that sarcastic.
—Oh, it was you, Weasley .
—So... you made the most of the free hours, didn't you? May I know with whom, or did you suddenly develop a tiny sense of gentlemanliness? —the uncertainty was killing me.
—Of course, I made the most of them, Rosie
"Rosie again? Really? Is everyone I know conspiring to drive me mad? He and Victoire would make a fine couple."
—The fact that you spend free hours inside the library, doesn't mean that people with active social lives, have to do it too.
"What? How did he know?"
I blushed immeadiately. Stupid Weasley inheritance! The wizard continued:
—But, as you're so interested in knowing who was the extraordinarily lucky girl who spent two full hours giving her company to the most coveted man in Hogwarts…
"Ok, it's confirmed. This Slytherin performsLegilimency. Idiot."
But, let me clear this up: I was not jealous. Of course not! I didn't care about his nice hair, or his painfully perfect body, or the fact that he was spectacularly sensual. Well, maybe a little bit. But, of course, he would never, ever know. Imagine for a second the Daily Prophet headlines: "A gigantic walking ball of self-esteem destroys the Magic World". Not funny. That self-esteem would have been Malfoy's if he had known that there was no girl in Hogwarts who didn't want to see him shirtless.
So, I hit him again:
—Oh, I do, Malfoy. To tell you the truth, I'd really like to know who was stupid enough to accept hanging out with you, in order to warn her to stop going back in the evolution scale, or she'll end up being a baboon . Come on, Malfoy, you're not even that… —I suddenly shutted up. Blank.
"Even that what? Even that what!?"
I couldn't come up with any good adjective he wasn't. (Buy, hey, I just had a slow moment. It's evident that being inside the library for so long had tired my brain. Evidently. Obviously. Clearly. Ha! As he didn't have a single bad quality...)
—I'm not even that... What? Handsome? Seductive? Smart? Funny? You know they're all true, dear Rosie. Which of my wonderful virtues were you going choose, Weasley?
Ok. They were all true.
"No, Rose! They're not true! Think, think and close that big mouth of yours or a Dabberblimp will enter to it.
I racked my brain, searching for a malicious answer while my face turned almost as red as my hair. Malfoy was crushing me. The hours off would end up any minute and I would have to leave without the answer I was interested in. Well, in fact, the term "interest" it's a bit strong. It just... intrigued me.
So I asked him again:
—Will you tell me with whom, or you don't know her name? —and a tiny expression on Malfoy's face brightened me up—. Oh, my God, you don't know her name!
Malfoy's expression immediately changed and I burst out laughing. Yes, Rose Weasley is always right, I thought with satisfaction. Of course I am.
—YES! I know it! —he was really affected, trying to remember the stupid girl's name— She was…
Tears of joy were running down my cheeks when the wizard put on his typical satisfied face.
—Well, dear Rosie, it was not her name that I wondered about (and definitely not what I thought) when I saw her bu…
—Malfoy! —I interrupted. My feminist Granger side exploded. How could he?! Suddenly, thousands of missing adjectives, came up— You're a sexist, empty-headed, cocky, selfish, arrogant…
When I breathed to keep on insulting him, I realised that the boy was five inches from my face. I didnt' expect that..
—¿And what else am I, Weasley? Come on.
—And… And… —with his presense so close, those thousand words went down like butterflies to my belly and started to tickle me. His deep grey eyes inundated me.
—Did the cat get your tongue? —he cornered me with an arm. I was completely petrified—. You know, Weasley, maybe… We could leave this eagerness of yours to surpass me on the academic issues behind and we could surpass together into more —he whispered to my ear— vulgar issues...
—Don't even…
"Think about it… Dammit! What is happening to the words today?
He leaned towards my lips.
"There it freaking comes…"
I closed my eyes, I was about to…
—What the heck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?
I would have recognize that infernal voice anywhere. I abruptly put distance between us and death-stared at my blond, gossiping, meddling, idiot cousin, wishing to curse her with a really painful spell.
The Perfect Prefect looked amazed and my face turned as red as a tomato, due to both the anger and the embarrassment.
—I… am going to class —Malfoy said and ran away.
I stared at Victore, in silence, containing myself from screaming at her.
—So… New company —she winked and left.
I gawped, still like a statue, at the place from where Malfoy had gone and then my eyes stopped at a big black thing on the floor. Malfoy's cloak had been left behind.
I would definitely find a suitable occasion to give it back to him. Perfect.
Well, that's it! Hope you liked this chapter!
So, now we know that it was Victoire who tied Rose's hair up! But we've got some new questions in this chapter:
What are James y Rose up to?
What about that letter?
What happened at Christmas?
Where did James go?
Why is Rose talkin to Lucy Chang? And was Victoire talking about her? Did the blonde believe her explanation?
How did Malfoy know that Rose was in the library?
And the previous questions...
Who was Scorpius with in the Requirement Room?
Will be that cloak returned?
More answers and a really empty-headed Victoire Weasley in the next Chapter!
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