so, I haven't done Lily yet, but... I will probably have her up soon, I'm almost done with hers, but I finished part 1 of Rose's already, so i decided to post it first. :)

So I hope you enjoy it, and just as a warning there is some coucincest in it. Just a warning.

disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

Nohthing by the Script

They say a few drinks will help me to forget her
But after one too many I know that I'm never
Only they can see where this is gonna end
But they all think I'm crazy but to me it's perfect sense

And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over the town
I'm swearing if I go there now
I can change your mind, turn it all around

I.

She was named for a flower, a flower that was known not only for it's beauty but for it's thorns. Thorns, that if you weren't careful, you wouldn't see them until it was too late, and you had already pricked your skin.

II.

They always told her, that it was okay she was in Ravenclaw. But she wasn't stupid, she knew the truth. They were disappointed in her.

Dad didn't write to her for the first two months of her first year.

She only cried for a week. Before deciding that if he didn't love her enough to accept her for who she was, then he could go and jump off a cliff. Preferably one with sharp rocks at the bottom.

III.

Albus and Scorpius were her best friends. Always there when she needed them and fiercely protective of her.

She supposes that's part of the reason she agreed to date Scorpius.

Not that she would ever tell Scorpius that.

IV.

Scorpius asked her out in their fifth year. Not because he liked her; she knew he didn't, but because he was trying get over his hopeless infatuation with May. He was honest from the beginning. And she said yes, because in reality she didn't truly like him like that and he was the only boy Albus would let her get away with dating.

They broke up on the train at the end of the year; both of them deciding it obviously wasn't going to work between them. So they walked away, still the best of friends.

V.

She's never been sure as to why exactly Fred had kissed her that cold winter day. Maybe it's because he had been as lonely as her that year. Feeling as if there was a wall between her and the rest of the world. Or maybe it was something as simple as, he just felt like kissing her. She doubts she'll ever really know.

She had wandered out to the lake, and he was there too, so of course, she had thought nothing of standing there with him. They where cousins after all. The biting cold wind stung her cheeks, burning her throat as she breathed it in. Her fingers and toes went numb, but to her it felt oddly… refreshing. He must have felt the same because he stood with his head thrown back, savoring the air. It seemed like ages before either of them spoke.

"Why does the pain the cold brings, feel so good, Rosie?" she started slightly, no one called her Rosie, she didn't let them, she hated that nickname. But she found she didn't mind that much when he said it. It sounded… sweet.

"Same reason and me I guess," she murmured, "it's the only thing that feels real anymore." The wind tugged at her voice, threatening to drown her words out. She turned to leave, but a hand caught hers, tugging her back.

"This feels real." He whispered, holding up their clasped hands. She stared, her hand was dwarfed by his, but he was right, it felt real. It felt warm. Then somehow, he was oh so suddenly kissing her, and that felt real too. It felt safe. It felt like coming home. His cinnamon taste filling her up, making her drunk with giddiness.

She clutched him to her, scared he would leave. She didn't want this feeling to leave her yet. It was such a wonderful feeling. That in that moment, in that sliver of time, she ignored how wrong this was and just savored it.

It wasn't like she wouldn't worry herself to death about it later. But later would come soon enough and she could worry then. In this moment, there was nothing but her and Fred and this kiss. There was nothing but them and that feeling of warmth and happiness.

VI.

She distinctly remembers, late November, waking up in the middles of the night in hysterics. Thinking about what a fucking hypocrite she was. Thinking of how in her fifth year she had judged James for daring to date two people at once. Two people he so obviously loved.

Now look at her. Shagging her cousin behind her families back.

It took Carina two hours to calm her down.

VII.

Almost all their 'firsts' had happened underneath the tree at Hogwarts, next to the rippling black lake. First kiss, shag, fight, make-ups, break-ups, comforting, Love you's. Realizations.

Realization that thought they had fallen in love with each other over the past five months they couldn't be together.

The world would accept relationships like James, Ciel's, and Cadell's. But not theirs. Theirs would never be accepted. Not a chance in hell.

But even with that realization hanging over their heads, and darkening their view of the world; they still couldn't bring themselves to leave each other.

VIII.

One of her sharpest and painfullest memories is waking up two days after sixth year let out and finding a note from Fred on her dresser, telling her he was leaving, to go live in Romania, that they couldn't keep doing this. That it was wrong. That it would be better in the long run for her if he left. For her, he said, not for them, for her. She had gone through a week of depression so deep, that her mum had threatened to send her to a shrink if she didn't straighten up soon.

Needless to say, she had no desire to be sent to some busy-body who could never really understand what she was going through.

Then, three weeks later, she woke up sick to her stomach. And the morning after that and the morning after that, until finally, she knew she had to take the test. She had to find out if she was just sick or if... the unthinkable had happened.

It had.

She was pregnant. With her cousin's child. She was such a hypocrite. She was so screwed. Literally and figuratively. She cried, and mourned, and she briefly considered owling Fred, but she knew that he would come back, because of a sense of duty, and she only wanted him back if he came back of his own free will. So she did nothing, knowing that sooner or later, someone would figure it out, but for know they lived in blissful ignorance. Unaware of her scarlet deeds

IX.

By the time her seventh year rolled around the entire family new, all because she had foolishly confided in Albus, who had shouted it for the entire family to hear. Her dad had been so disappointed, so mad, and had actually slapped her across the cheek in an effort to find out who the father was. But she wasn't stupid enough to tell anyone that. Wasn't stupid enough to think that they would shrug and pass it off as a mistake. Oh no, they would never look at her the same again. She would probably be disowned, and she really couldn't risk that. Her family was all she had left. Where would she go if she didn't have them?

Sure, there was Scorpius, but he had his own problems. She couldn't bother him. Albus was pissed at her because she wouldn't tell him who the father was, Fred was gone, obviously, and there was no one else. She had never branched out over the years, never made any more friends.

She had no one.

There was not one person who truly knew her. Who knew everything about her and still loved her. She was all alone.

X.

It was a summer spent mostly by herself, pouring over books on how to take care of babies, books designed for single parents. She spent most of it reading anything and everything she could get her hands on.

Somehow the news got out to someone in the daily prophet that she was pregnant, and the next day the headline on the newspaper announced it to the world.

DAUGHTER OF HERMIONE GRANGER AND RON WEASLEY PREGNANT

It was one of the most humiliating days of her life. To know that the whole wizarding world new about what had happened to her. That they were all speculating over who the father was. She didn't know how she was going to go back to school, and face everyone. She only new that she was.

So, on September 1st, she stood in front of the barrier and took a deep breath to prepare herself, and walked through the gateway and into hell on earth.

END PART 1 OF ROSE HOPE WEASLEY

To be con…

so, here's the first part of Rose's story. :) Hope you enjoyed it and I'll have the second half up pretty soon.

so please review.

happy writing.

-crya