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Chapter 2

Rose stalked down the hall, after finally receiving the antidote to the Nausea potion that Professor Slughorn had kindly taken his time to make.

Not!

She had waited in the Hospital Wing with Madam Pomfrey for over seven hours. Well past the time it would have taken to brew that potion. And apparently, when Madam Pomfrey had sent a message to him asking him about it, he responded that he would have it made by the next day, sometime after lunch, as he had a Slug Club meeting to go to.

Like she was going to wait that long. She was a fourth year Hogwarts student, one of the top students in her class, with a father on a famous Quidditch team and, more importantly, a mother that was aces at brewing potions. She had reminded Madam Pomfrey of that, and within an hour of her floo to Rose's home, she had not only at least a month's supply of the antidote in her hands, but a worried in-the-flesh Hermione Weasley, formerly Granger, to deal with. After she left, Rose had once again gone through diagnostic spells for another ten minutes, deemed acceptable, and was shooed out by Madam Pomfrey as another three students came in, certain parts or their bodies enlarging slowly, the result of a enlargement charm gone wrong. Rose winced. One already had an ear twice the size of her palm.

She stalked out of the Hospital Wing. She was hungry. She didn't normally eat breakfast, so she didn't eat this morning. Because of the incident during potions that morning, she had spent the whole time in the Hospital Wing, retching, and head aching, so she didn't have lunch either. And she was absolutely not going to eat in the hall.

The new topic going around the school being the color of her underwear, she didn't exactly want to at the moment. It was nearly eight, with almost everyone else at dinner, so she headed to the one place she could eat in peace.

The kitchens.

She had found it one night, after she had gotten lost in the bloody corridors past curfew. The caretaker, Filch, and his cat had been on the prowl, so when she heard them, she had turned to a wall, trying to find one of those secret passages that Uncle George and Uncle Harry had talked about, just so she could hide. Her hands, scraping against the cold stone of the wall, had passed through a tapestry. She had jumped through, sitting against the wall and looking past the tapestry towards Filch.

Though he still had the eagerness to bust every student who walked within a 5-mile radius of him or Ms. Norris, his cat, he was still getting up there in age, and as a result, suffered from less than perfect hearing.

She had waited with her breath held, and he looked around for any curfew-breakers.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he had turned around with a grunt, calling to Ms. Norris as she followed him.

Rose had looked around, finding herself in a tunnel, and walked all the way in. There, she found the painting of the fruit bowl. The art was still vibrant after all those years, and she had passed her hand on the painting, feeling the ridges and bumps in the artwork. When her hand passed over a pear, however, it twitched.

She blinked.

Once again, her hand had ghosted over the pear, and she poked it. Again, it twitched.

Fascinated, she began tickling it ferociously. It began giggling, and the painting had swung open, giving her a view into the kitchens.

Now, she once again walked through the passage, after checking that the corridor was clear and ducking into the now familiar tunnel. After a vicious bout of tickling, which Rose always enjoyed, the portrait opened into the kitchens. The house elves flitted about, making things and sending it up to the tables and rooms that requested it.

Rose was nearly swamped with a wave of house elves, eager to please. The first time it happened, she had tried to get her own food, sending the house elves into a frenzy, beating themselves on the head with utensils. Still she persisted, thanking them, and overall nearly begging her to punish them.

Well, she had finally given up after the fifth time one of the house elves had handed her a knife, telling her to "please punish bad house elf, master".

This time, she sat down at the table and asked for a bowl of veggie stew and some bread. She got a large, delicious looking bowl of stew, complete with perfect fresh herb garnish exactly in the middle of the surface of the stew. The steam came off the stew in puffs, bringing with them the smell that made Rose's mouth water. She also got a fresh loaf of french bread, once again, perfect. She thanked them, assuring those of the house elves that were waiting for her reply, that it was perfect, and she would call if she needed anything.

It was times like these, after no food and puking her guts out all day, that her father's rumored eating habits came out.

Her mother nearly always commented on how her father never chewed his food. It was the same with Hugo. They didn't chew food. They merely swallowed it, sucking down plate after plate of food.

And they never stopped.

She polished off another bowl of stew and another loaf of bread, along with a glass of pumpkin juice, and sighed, content.

She pushed the painting out, climbing over the edge and out onto the floor of the passageway. When she got to the end, she saw her school bag leaning against the stone wall, still behind the tapestry. She stilled, her heart hammering.

Someone knew she was there.

She grabbed her school bag, pulling out her wand, and peeked out from behind the tapestry.

She saw a few ghosts pass by and the flickering torches, but nothing else, so she cast a quick disillusionment spell, and sprinted her way back to Gryffindor Tower.

What she didn't see was the pair of eyes watching her from down the corridor.

Scorpius stepped out from below the torch in the shadows, and, after making sure she was on her way, turned on is heel and made his way to the dungeons.

When Rose walked down to breakfast the next day, she was instantly assaulted by jeers led by certain members of her family. She scowled at Albus and James Potter, her cousins, and Hugo, who was grinning wickedly, trying not to bounce in his seat.

"Thank you, so much for your applause. You jerks." Rose told them, pouting.

"Well, after that show you gave the whole school yesterday, they just wanted to show how much they care." James told her, nodding his head solemnly.

"I agree. And the fact that Hugo sent an owl with the great news to your parents helps. He even sent a picture." Rose glared at Hugo, who grinned unabashedly, waving at her.

Albus shook his head and sighed in mock despair. "Of course, Scorpius being behind you doesn't help things."

Albus, James, and Hugo all gave in to laughter, serving to make Rose even angrier.

Albus managed to make a straight face. "I wonder how Uncle Ron will react to this. Dad's okay with the Malfoy's now, but your dad? He's going to be as mad as Grandma Molly. And he's going to be as subtle with expressing it as a rampaging hippogriff!" he nearly sang, as the other two laughed harder.

Rose huffed, finished with her breakfast, and left the Great Hall. She walked down the hall towards the Charms classroom, when she was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a broom closet.

By none other than Scorpius Malfoy.

He pulled out his wand and muttered Lumos filling the space with light as he held the wand above their heads.

He looked slightly uncomfortable, and Rose may have wondered why, if they were anywhere else but a broom closet. "Weasley- I mean Rose." He corrected himself. "I just wanted to say, that I am sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to let you fall."

Rose's expression showed disbelief, and Scorpius spoke hastily.

"I really did not mean to make you fall, I swear. I lost my footing."

Rose narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"And the potions incident?" she inquired, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow.

At this, Scorpius grinned. "Ah, well Weasley, I really did try to warn you, you know. You have to admit you didn't listen to me."

Rose scoffed. "Sure, right. It was all your fault, you bastard." She pouted. "Is that all?"

Scorpius looked hurt. "Well...yeah."

"Then I'll take my leave now."

She opened the door and exited, followed by a once again haughty Scorpius Malfoy.

Just then, she heard a voice speak clearly, and excitedly.

"What the hell Rose?"

The revenge and reason for revenge will come soon. For now I'm just setting the scene.

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