A/N: Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! Feel free to review this one too ;)

It's hard to argue when

You won't stop making sense

But my tongue still misbehaves and it

Keeps digging my own grave

-Hands Open, Snow Patrol

December 5

I'll never tell a lie again as long as I live. I vow, from now on, that I will be honest to everyone around me when they ask for my valuable opinion. I mean, what use am I to the population of Hogwarts, when, upon being asked for advice, I constantly spew nonsense that A: I think is what they want to hear, or, B: Holds the lowest possibility of embarrassment for me.

From now on, if Lily comes to me in tears because some guy named Billy Cleaver did not want to snog her, like she did three weeks ago, I will not stroke her hair and rub her back and comfort her. I will tell her she is being a slag; she didn't even want to snog Billy Cleaver until someone told her he wasn't interested.

If that's not asking for rejection, I don't know what is!

Perhaps if I had told her how foolish and immature she was behaving, the incident would not be in danger of repeating itself. Because, at this rate, something very similar is bound to happen soon and I will be kicking myself for trying to make her happy when I could have been trying to make her a better person!

From now on, if Al is worrying aloud about the state of his hair at the Breakfast table, I will honestly assure him that he looks ridiculous. This way, he will have a chance of fixing it rather than being oblivious to its terrible state of disarray. And though people say ignorance is bliss, wouldn't you like someone to kindly let you know when you look a fool?

Most importantly, I will never again lie about my feelings. Except maybe to my parents, but come on, they're the exception. If someone, such as perhaps my best friend Lily, begins to spontaneously interrogate me about my feelings for a blond headed Slytherin nemesis, I will not blatantly, vibrantly, and loudly, stress how much I despise this individual.

Not when I am in the middle of a corridor in the castle where anyone can hear me. Such as the individual in question.

I know that I would surely be upset if I heard a member of the opposite sex declaring 'I would rather be married to Filch's corpse for eternity than spend five minutes in the presence of someone as deplorable as [said individual]. There is absolutely nothing redeeming about them, and if they were to die in a house elf homicide tomorrow it would not bother me in the slightest' about me.

Which is, more or less, how I described my feelings for Malfoy to Lily. Again, in the corridor. Apparently sound travels much more efficiently than I had ever considered before.

And he, it would seem, heard every word. I assume. As he re-iterated them all to me, with near perfection, when I was innocently studying Ancient Runes under the beech tree. It's actually sunny today, if you would believe it. Chilly, but still. There aren't many sunny December days! The best part of being a single woman is the freedom it provides me to choose my own studying locale. I like the Library as much as anyone, but sometimes it's nice to have some flexibility, change things up a bit, study outside in the fresh air. Lorcan was never much for fresh air. There was just no negotiating the Library with him.

Anyway. That's not important right now.

He came and sat beside me, to my intense surprise and discomfort. Unfortunately, the first thing that came to my mind was how incredibly unfair it was that he looked like he could be gracing the cover of WonderWitch (Lily's favourite trash mag), with his dragonhide gloves, his pristine scarf, and his hair falling into his eyes in that stupid, perfect way that I sincerely hope takes him hours to achieve, while I was looking to all the world like the most red-faced snowman (or woman) Hogwarts had ever seen.

I take small comfort in the fact that he must have been freezing. Sacrifices have to made in order to look that sharp, and he was clearly missing many necessary layers. Just because it was sunny does not mean it was warm. I had five on. He couldn't have had more than two. I hope he has hypothermia. But, as I was saying, he invited himself to share my tree. Quite presumptuously, I might add. He started studying beside me, in silence, but completely obliterating my concentration all the same. I couldn't focus on notes when he was just sitting there, so close to me, and all I could think about was him snogging my cousin.

He noticed my discomfort, but I think he misinterpreted it entirely.

He stood up and sniped, in a rather passive aggressive way, I might add, that, 'it must be difficult for me to share my precious space with someone who [insert all of my nasty comments from the night before here]'. That would have been the time for me to say something, anything, but I just gaped at him, and I think my heart stopped for a full thirty seconds. Which is probably why I couldn't form a sentence; my body and mind were pre-occupied with not dying.

And then it got worse. He just stated, as if he were commenting on the weather, that 'Lily was a better snog anyway'. And strode away. And he didn't look back, of course he didn't look back, nobody ever does when they are striding away to hammer home a point. But I still wish that he had. And I wish that, even after he shattered our relationship, my heart, and my self-esteem in one fell swoop, which is a lot of multi-tasking on his part, I could have torn my eyes away from his backside as he stalked off, leaving me behind.

Why does he have to be so bloody attractive?

This whole mess is my entire fault. If I hadn't ever gotten plastered at that fated party, I would never have snogged Malfoy and therefore never would have had these inappropriate feelings for him. Lorcan and I would never have grown apart, and I wouldn't have had to lie to Lily about my feelings for Malfoy or even go to that blasted Dungeon party in the first place.

And then everything would still be the way it was supposed to be. Although, I would still have to study in the Library without fail every single day as per Lorcan's demands. Though that seems a small price to pay.

But I can't go back, I can't change things now. I just need to learn from this experience! Learn from my mistakes. So, in honour of that, I am going to, from this moment on, be truthful to everyone no matter what the consequences may be. Starting with Lily. I am going to find her and tell her that I really do have feelings for Malfoy, and that she should never have snogged him, bet or not. And that she should stop being such a slag else she gets a reputation that she does not want, which may grow to such proportions that her own parents may become aware of her indiscretions and pull her out of school.

Wish me luck. She can get dangerous.

-Rose Weasley. The Girl who Desperately Needs a Time Turner.

A/N: Do you think she'll be able to keep her promise?

Review if you've ever wished you had a time turner :)

Or if you can spot the Robbie Burns reference.