Neighbors
Dedicated to my lovely Alexander,
Good luck with your one exam you lucky bugger.
I have four,
Thefore this chapter goes to you,
Who has studied more than me,
But has less exams,
I love you,
Chapter Three
So Hugo knew, well, in Scorpius opinon this wasn't a bad thing. He had been telling Rose she needed to tell her family all long. But to Rose it was the essence of trouble itself. If her father were to find out, she was screwed. Infact, if her father out about all of what she and Scorch were doing, she may as well, lock her self in a tower now. Because it would take about 2.3 seconds for him to lock her there himself. But explaining this to Scorch was proving difficult. After all, his perfect family had taken it so well. Even considering the family issues between malfoys' and weasleys'. No, this was the one thing that Scorpius would never understand about her. He got everything else, he mircalous transformation from tomboy to beauty queen in fifth year, not because she turned vain. But because she was sick of boys looking straight past her to see Molly, her older cousin (older by half month). She was still a female, who needed to be noticed after all, even her mother had a transformation in her day.
Scorpius knew everything about her, every bad haircut, how she got the scar on knee thats shaped ;like a heart- in a whacked out physcopathic way (she had been knocked over in the surf when she was nine, and landed on a shell the same shape).
But Rose knew he wouldn't get this, so sitting here arguing about it by the skate bowl, was just a waste of time. It was utterly pointless, and time wasting to the point that time was beginning to go backwards.
"Scorpius, we have been over this. I cannot tell my father. It is worth more than my life. I swear,"
Then that line appeared on his forehead, and she knew he was not going to drop it. So, with out a backwards glance she picked up her board and dropped into the bowl, to join Kie, Al and Sam. Who were happily ignoring their lover's spat. As she dropped, she heard his fustrated swearing behind her, and as she ground to stop, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her most useful muggle device. Her MP3 player, and to the duclet tones of slipknot she began to skate. Afterall, Scorch just needed time to cool down, and needed time to douse her weasley temper. They were both had some anger issues, through his was as slow as hers was quick. He'd needed a couple hours to cool down, She knew that next time she wouldn't let him get this worked up before distracting him. That was the way to deal with his temper, but it was only to be used rarely since he would catch on otherwise.
No, it was best just to leave him to cool down. He would get over this stupid need to have acceptance as more than a friend from her family.
The last person Scorpius Malfoy expected to see when he opened the front door of his house was Hugo Weasley dressed in shorts and a chuddley cannons shirt, and not looking pleased to be there.
"Mum wants to know if you could please wake up Rose, cause neither she or I can managed it. Shes says if you do it, she'll feed you," Hugo said this all in one long breathe as if he knew it off by heart. Wordlessly, he nodded and followed the short red haired boy down the path to the house next door. Before heading upstairs to Roses' room. There he found her, gently snoring her goregeous red hair spread out on the white pillow, like a kind of halo. Her face looked so peaceful, and flawless, it seemed like a crime to jump on her like he had planning too. Instead he gently brushed the curls from her face and whispered in her.
"Wake up beautiful," Outside the bedroom door, Hermione Weasley smiled to herself before heading down the stairs, young love really was beautiful.
Meanwhile, Rose was deep in a memory triggered by Scorpius words.
Asleep in her big girls bed, lay a sleepy little red haired girl, short curls covering her already freckled face, somehow Ron weasleys little angel had kicked off the blanketss during the night, yet her thumb had remained firmly in leaned over and quietly whispered
"Wake up beautiful,"
It turned into their little tradition, every weekend morning Ron weasley would creep into his daughters room, and whispered it to her till she awoke, right up until Rose turned sixteen and Ron weasley started to work weekends.
"Daddy?" She asked eyes not yet open, A hand wiped the hair back out of her face.
"Now, Im offended," Came the voice of Scorpius Malfoy, and Rose sat up as if she been elecouted.
Sure enough, she wasn't going insane he was right there in front of her, and almost as soon as this had clicked in her head the questions began to spill out her mouth.
"Who let you in? What time is it? Does my mum know your here?" Scorpius chuckled, watching her quizical expression.
"Your mum sent Hugo to go get me, to get you up. She figured I might have some expirence in the matter I guess," Rose raised her eyebrows, and Scorpius smiled at her before being shooed from the room by Rose, she needed to dressed without her mother being suspious. The weasleys house was a huge victorian style house, by huge Scorpius mean three storeys plus a basement and an attic. Classic polished wood floors and beautiful wallpaper that was obvisouly fairly new but choosen with such care that you would have thought they had come with the house. His favourite part he had decided apon first veiwing the house was the kitchen, Scorpius had grown up until now in Old Malfoy Manor, a gothic style house errie and dark, the kitchen was in the dungeon, and the handful of time Scorpius had been allowed down there he had hated it.
However, the weasleys kitchen was huge and the best way Scorch could think to describe it was wonderous. It had an oak benchtop, and a big old coal stove that Mrs. Weasley had assured him, they didn't run on coal. There was a table in there as well! Not to mention a huge butlers cuppoard (Mrs Weasley had called it that and he had siomply caught on). This marvelous room was where he was headed. Mrs. weasley was an amazing cook (this he had learnt through many many lunches on the train to Hogwarts) and today Hugo had revealed she was making Scorchs favorite strawberry fritters.
"Did you get her up?" Asked Mrs Weasley turning to face him as he slide into a seat at the table. Mrs Weasley had slightly frizzy brown gray hair, and the nicest smile Scorch had seen on anyone but his Granma Malfoy. She wasn't normally home but Rose had told him that she had taken the summer off to spend time with her and Hugo.
"Yup, it was much easier that I imagined," Mrs Weasley chuckled, she turned to face her oven again a spatula in one hand and her wand in another.
"Thats' a suprise,"
"What's a suprise, Ma?" There she was, his Rose Weasley, glorious in short shorts and a button up shirt with strawberries on it. They way her outfit clung to her, was pure evil, Scorch was just about salivating. It wasn't the strawberry fritters that Mrs Weasley had just stacked on his plate either. As Mrs Weasley popped the rest of the fritters on a plate in the middle of the plate, she frowned at her only daughter.
"Don't call me that, you know I hate it. Rosie you need to start getting up earlier anyone would think you were up all night the way you sleep," Rose winked at Scorpius as her mother turned to rinse the pan.
"Nonsense, Ma, I'm growing girl I need my sleep," Her mother dropped the pan into the sink with much more force than was needed, and when she turned around Scorpius noticed she was blushing. Rose evidently noticed as well, because she made a funny spluttering sound that he'd only heard a handful of times. One of which was when she had caught Hugo snogging Julie Ottomas from Hufflepuff. Now that had been a funny day.
"Don't call me that, Rose. Tonight your father and I are having Mr and Mrs Malfoy over for dinner, as well as aunty Ginny and Uncle Harry-"
"For a change" Mrs Weasley ignored that, and Scorpius kept his head down and pretneded he was part of the furniture until Mrs Weaslye shoo-ed them into the backyard.
As the pair walked into the yard, Rose beckoned him to come close into a dark corner of the yard, unseeable from her mothers prying eyes.
"You know what Alysa your cousin told me the day we started dating?" Rose wrapped her arms around Scorpius neck, nibbling on the lope of his ear, so he was at her will, melting in her arms. He snaked his arms around her tiny waist, her back finding its way against the garden wall.
"Whats that?" Rose let out a little sigh, one she knew drove Scorch nuts.
"Well.. Alysa pulled me aside and said, Rose, Don;t go there. I heard from Haily that he's got a way with girls he doesn't treat like they mean anything. He can make a good girl go bad,"
"What you say?"
"I'll treat him like he doesn't stand a chance," Scorpius laughed as he dipped his head to kiss her.
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Okay, so I was aimming for four pages, but, I have my final exams for the university year next week. If I didn't churn out a chapter soon I would started feeling guilty I've been having neighbour dreams all week and that would muck with my results -.-. I don't really feel like this chapter s up to the standard so after exams I will revist it but until then ENJOY. Ohhh, and a special thanks to everyone whop has reveiwed so far, you keep this story alive!
Holly.