AUTHORS NOTE:
Firstly, both Bunny and Kitty are VERY sorry for the long wait (ESPECIALLY FOR THE DANCING CHIPMUNK, MRS. PUCK AND ISABELLE (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)). Thanks for all the support we've gotten so far! Secondly, this chapter could be considered a tad bit darker than the others-it's just a warning! Nothing over the top happens, but it could be a little uncomfortable for some people.
DISCLAIMER: We do not have British accents, are not billionaires, and Dobby is dead. Basically, we aren't J.K. Rowling.
Rose's POV
I loosened my right hand from Jonah's grasp and frantically searched my robe pocket for my wand. A smirk appeared on Jonah's face and he held a thin object in the air- my wand.
"Looking for this?" His smirk was frigid and honestly, quite evil. It was totally unlike Scorpius's smirk which was warm and comforti-this is not the time to be thinking about that, Rose. This is not the time!
"Jonah, please stop. We can still forget about this. Lets not do anything we're going to regret." I said calmly.
"You see, Rose, I know you want this. The thing is I do too." Before I could react, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at me. I shrieked as loud as I could, having a very bad feeling about this.
"PETRIFICULUS TOTALUS!" He screamed, and I felt my limbs snapping to my sides and I felt a tear stream down my face.
Why?
He smirked again and I shivered in involuntary disgust. I desperately tried moving my arms to shove him off, but it didn't work. I was frozen in place. I kept trying but there was no point.
What's the point of being the 'brightest witch of her age' if I can't even protect myself against a stupid bloke like Thomas.
In my mind, I begged all of my family to come save me. Daddy? James? Al? Uncle Harry? Someone, for Merlin's sake, come please rescue me.
"Stop." I croaked, feeling the spell loosen slightly. He only rolled his eyes and forced his lips onto mine again. They were rough and commanding, and I was still crying.
With the spell still having a slight hold on me, it's not like I could even kiss back. Not that I would ever want to. Jonah continued to attack my face, getting more and more insistent.
"See Rosie," he said slowly gasping for breath, "isn't it what you have always wanted?" If the spell hadn't been on me, I'm pretty sure my face would've contorted into that of a sloths. There's no way I would ever want something like this. He started to close in on me again and I braced myself.
"REDUCTO!"
A big white ball of sparks sent Jonah flying into the wall. His head rolled to the side, and I took that as a sign that he was unconscious. I tried to move my head to look at who saved me but my limbs were still numb. I couldn't do anything. I could be a know-it-all in class, but when it came down to it I couldn't even hold off a git like Jonah.
"Finite incantatum." I tried to take a step, but my knees felt like jelly and my whole body was sore. I collapsed onto the floor into my savior's arms. I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point. I glanced up, expecting to see James or Fred. After all, to anyone else it would probably have looked like I was just having a good ol' snog with Jonah. Only the people I was really close to could probably tell what had just happened. Instead I looked up to a handsome bloke with grey eyes, paler hair, and the next thing I knew I was passed out.
Scorpius POV
I was sitting with Zabini in the Great Hall when I heard a shriek. It was her. It was Rose. I would know that voice anywhere. The blood slowly drained from my face and I bolted out of the hall. I sprinted as fast as I could looking for the source. I ran and ran. Thoughts raced through my head about what could've happened to her? What if I'm not fast enough? At that thought, adrenaline surged through my veins and I ran at top speed through the halls. I saw a flash of red coming from around the corner. I turned the corner to see Rose. Well at least what looked like Rose from her red hair, being kissed by that git Jonah Thomas. My heart sank. I thought- no I could've sworn that I heard her scream. I wanted to be her knight in shining army. I guess I was too late. Why am I always too late?
I couldn't just stand and watch this. I couldn't just stand and watch as Rose ended up with him. I began to turn away when I heard her whisper.
"Stop." I turned around and noticed two glittery streaks running down her face. She was crying. But she wasn't moving. What was going on?
Thats when it hit me. Petrificulus totalus, he petrified her. That git was going to die. Anger overtook my body and washed away the sadness.
"REDUCTO!" I screamed, white sparks shooting out of my wand. It was like I was being possessed or something. But I didn't care. All that mattered was that she was okay. Jonah slammed into the wall and immediately fell unconscious. What a pansy. For a moment, I felt an immense amount of satisfaction, but then I remembered that there were more pressing issues. I turned towards Rose, beautiful Rose. She looked broken. She really lived up to the name Trouble, no matter what the situation may be, she got herself into some sort of trouble.
"Finite incantatum." I muttered, looking straight into her big blue eyes, searching for any sign of recognition. She began to attempt to move to look my way, but her knees began wobbling and eventually gave out. I dove towards her and caught her just in time. She began sobbing uncontrollably into my chest. I've always ran away from crying girls, but Rose-she was just… She was different. Sure, we always argued-but if that was the only way I could get attention from her-I would take it.
I remembered Al told me that his dad had finally found out the full story of his parent's school years and I couldn't help but compare our situation to the late James and Lily Potter's. He chased after her for so long, never giving up despite the fact that she obviously had no interest in him. In fact, it's quite likely that she despised him for a while. While continuing to ask her out all those years, he sounded very cocky and very prat-like to her, so she said no. It wasn't until they had both become Heads that she finally realized that he wasn't so terrible. So they became friends and he stopped asking her out. But eventually, she began to return his feelings, and wished so hard that he would ask her out once more. But he didn't until Christmas hols. They were under magic mistletoe, as cliche as it was, and neither of them could leave until they had kissed. And once one kiss had been shared, the two realized that they were just in love. And then they got married and Al's dad was born and then… er, they died.
But! If a cocky prattish boy could gain the heart of the perfect, beautiful and smart Lily Evans, then why couldn't I capture the heart of Rose?
Oh yeah, a nasty voice in my head said. It's because you're the son of a death eater. And your great aunt tortured her mother. Can't forget that.
But if Al (Harry Potter's son!) can forget that, then why can't Rose?
Rose let out a moan of pain and immediately all of my other thoughts vanished. She looked straight up at me, her shaking hand slightly reaching out for me, her fingertips almost brushing my hair. I felt that she was trying to hold on to something, that maybe for once I was her anchor. If we could have stayed that way for forever, I would have been perfectly content. But having Rose Weasley in my arms even once was enough-if I died right now, I would have died happy. And then she collapsed.
Extremely worried, I began heading towards the direction of the Hospital Wing, when I realized that if I were Rose Weasley, I would rather be surrounded by her family than stuck with Madame Pomfrey and disgusting medicine potion smells.
So I gathered her up in my arms and headed to the Gryffindor common room-bracing myself for the wrath of the redheads.
As I walked, I couldn't help but realize how light Rose was, she was like a bloody feather! Did she ever eat? Oh yes, from what I understand, she gained her father's appetite... A little voice in my mind whispered that Rose fit so perfectly in my arms-like she was meant to be there. Is that even possible? I remember my mother telling me stories at a young age of myths. And how there was one story of how each person had 4 arms, 4 legs and 2 heads but they were thought to be too powerful so were separated into 2 people, each with 2 arms, 2 legs and a single head. And it was thought that if you found the person that you were attached to all that time ago-you had found your soulmate.
I looked at Rose, daring to hope it could be true. But it couldn't. Rose would fall in love with a Gryffindor, or some bloke who loved her and could give her everything she wanted, and whose parents helped her parents in the war-so her father would even approve.
And that could never be me.
I glanced down at Rose again and noticed her face paling. It unnerved me, especially because she was usually so fiery and cheery. Anyone can go and tell you about how amazingly sunny of a person she was. Seeing her this way was as unlikely as seeing James without Fred, seeing one without the other was nearly impossible.
I began to pick up my pace. I looked at her once again and noticed that her wrist was bending at an odd angle. That git Thomas had actually hurt her. I wanted to turn back and beat the living crap out of him, but I had to make sure Rose was okay first. Anger boiled in me again but Rose's small figure in my arms seemed to calm me.
I had finally reached the Fat Lady's portrait and knocked. There was a good chance a Weasley would answer, seeing as they took up a good majority of the house…
It was Lily.
She saw the limp figure in my arm and her eyes widened.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" She bursted out.
I walked into the common room. Everyone saw Rose in my arms and anger clouded their faces.
James reached me first. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"
I was hurt but didn't say anything. "I didn't do anything. It was that git Jonah Thomas." I spat out his name.
"Yeah right. Thomas is a fine bloke-unlike you. You're a bloody Death Eater's son!" Fred said, rolling his eyes.
Al walked in at that moment. He was probably getting something from James.
"I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT HER!"
Louis rolled his eyes and even sweet Lucy Weasley snorted. I guess they really did all hate me.
"And why should we trust you?" Hugo (YES HUGO) asked disbelievingly.
"BECAUSE I'M BLOODY IN LOVE WITH HER!" I shouted.
I heard a thump and turned around, wand drawn.
Al had dropped his potions textbook, jaw slackened.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"It doesn't matter right now mate. What matters is that she's hurt. I think that prat broke her wrist by pushing her into… I mean…" I tried to hide the 'unnecessary' facts.
Hugo looked at me threateningly. "WHAT. HAPPENED."
I took a deep breath.
"That git-he… He tried to force himself on her."
"WHAT?!" yelled all of the Weasley/Potter pack simultaneously.
"He seemed to be trying to make her kiss him. I don't know how long he had been doing it to her. She was petrified, literally, when I found her. She was pretty broken up."
"We have to get her to the hospital wing." Said Lily anxiously. She was holding her cousin's not broken hand, tears glistening on her face.
"No. She would want to be here with you guys when she wakes up. Just make sure that she checks into the hospital wing tomorrow for her wrist." I replied.
"Fine. Sorry about all that stuff about, you know, your dad being a death eater and stuff." Muttered Fred.
"Its okay." I said, with a wave of my hand. It was nothing I wasn't used to.
"What do you want us to tell her when she wakes up?" Asked Al.
"Tell her that you found her, and that James punched Thomas-giving him a black eye. Don't mention me."
"Wait? You never mentioned giving him a black eye." Molly said, impressed.
I smirked wickedly. "Don't worry, love-there will definitely be one tomorrow."
"Are you sure you don't want her to know it was you, mate?" James asked.
"No. She's got enough to worry about without me in the mix."
"Scor-" I cut Al off.
"Just make sure she's okay. Take care of her. Please."
And with that, I left the common room to try to go to sleep. I knew that my dreams would be plagued with recurring events about what happened tonight, but knowing that Rose was safe would make me feel a lot better.
I almost walked straight to the Slytherin dorms when I remembered something that I had to do…
I found Thomas exactly where I had left him, scratching his head confusedly, obviously waking up. I punched him solidly in the right eye.
"That was for Rose." I punched him again in the gut this time with even more force. "And THAT is for if you ever touch a single hair on her head EVER again."
He was out like a light. Again.
Git.