A/N I forgot, disclaimer, J.K. owns all original characters.
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Chapter Four
I wake with a jolt, a familiar nightmare shunting me out of sleep. I role over and look at my watch. Eugh, I have to be up in half an hour. I decide I might as well get up and go and shower, since otherwise there'll be no hot water later.
I walk down to the bathroom and hop in a shower. A jet of hot water cascades over my back, washing away the sweat that develops from the nightmares. Almost every night, I watch my little brother Hugo, my mother, my father, my entire family, everyone I love being slaughtered before me by something big and scary, what it is, I have yet to discover. I don't think I want to know really. I push the thoughts from my mind. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon surrounds me as I cover myself in my shower gel. It calms me down. I flip off the shower and wrap myself in a big warm white fluffy towel that's been left out by the house elves and look in the mirror.
Emo girl to the extreme confronts me. Mascara and eyeliner I forgot to take off last night is streaked down my face in what can only be described as really unattractive rivulets. I contemplate my appearance for a while. Before noticing with a shock the stale taste of alcohol in my mouth. Fuck. Last night comes back to me. Making eyes at Malfoy across the room, nearly kissing Will. Crap crapcrapcrapcrap. I look back at myself, you stupid girl I think, what a way to start a new term. Malfoy will have forgottenl, I try to convince myself. Eugh, who am I kidding? The boy has the memory of an elephant. I may as well put myself in for a day of hell until this subsides.
Now besides my many other talents, one particular one that I harbour is one for making potions. So to remove the bags under my eyes, I rub on some cream that I concocted myself and use a drying spell to dry my hair. I think today, I'll make an impression, just so I can be 'a strong confident woman' with what is inevitably going to come my way. Sounds like a plan. I take off the black rivers covering my face and redo the black eyeliner and mascara whilst making my wand curl my hair into manageable waves rather than the explosive mass it normally is. Finally deciding I look vaguely decent to be seen by a fellow human being, I pull my uniform and my robes on and head out to the common room. Its still another five minutes before most other people wake up. Breakfast. Mmm, food. That'll help me get my mind off certain events. Not that I condone comfort eating or anything. Because unfortunately for everyone else, I'm one of those people who can eat and eat, and not put on an ounce, all the better for me. I walk into the Great Hall, the sky is pale blue and rays of sunshine dart across it. It's probably going to be one of the last warm days before the unbearable cold this castle brings.
"Early riser, Weasley?" A soft voice greets me.
Oh dear Merlin, I think. Just when I want to eat my breakfast in peace, he's here. Fucking bugger and Merlins saggy left ball.
"Couldn't sleep." I say and turn round to face Malfoy.
"Awh, why not?" He coos at me.
"Because, Malfoy," I say with as much vindictiveness as I can manage, "all I could hear was your massive ego strutting around the school and banging off walls."
He smirks at me. "You got one thing right, I was… banging."
Eugh, I think I might just vomit on his shoes, to think that someone… no, lets not even think.
"Which one this time Malfoy? Was it that skank Parkinson? Or was it Turner? Because I'd be careful, you probably have herpes now. I mean not that you didn't before."
He looks on amusedly. "Upset Weasley? That I got laid and you didn't? I mean, I know you want it."
I knew this was going to haunt me.
"Not as much as you do Malfoy. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to eat in peace." I turn my back on him and walk away to the Gryffindor table and sit down.
I look round.
"Fuck!" He's standing right behind me.
"When I say peace Malfoy, I mean without you." I snarl at him.
"Language Weaslebee." He says sitting next to me. "Swearing is not becoming on a lady. Anyway, I think we should get to know each other better", adding emphasis on the word better.
"And why would that be Malfoy? For six years you've been unable to stand the sight of me, and I you. So frankly, I don't appreciate this sudden change of heart on your behalf."
"Because my dear Weaslebee" He says sitting down beside me, "It is relatively likely that being the undeniable swot that you are, and that I am generally considered a god, we will probably be Heads next year which means we have to share rooms. And as much as I detest this probability, I would quite like to live to the end of my schooling days. And plus, there's last night to take into consideration."
I look at him appraisingly. "And what if I say no?" God I do not want to have him putting is snide little remarks in and commenting on everything I do.
"Then" He continues with his trademark smirk. "I shall spend time in your company whether you like it or not. Perhaps not for my own personal gain, but just to annoy you."
This boy may just be the death of me. In fact no, let me kill him first. He's not worth me loosing my life for.
"Now Malfoy, you wouldn't want to be the one to send me to Azkaban for murder would you? I ask. "Given that you want to spend all this time with me. Because clearly you've developed some sort of infatuation with me."
"Well," he winks, "Maybe I have. Would you like that?"
What is with all this suggestive talking? What happened to hating each other?
"Well you never know Malfoy." I give him a look and put my hand on his thigh and rub my thumb in circles.
He looks down at my hand and then back up at me, I can practically see the cogs turning as he attempts to understand my reasoning. I laugh and grab my bowl of uneaten cereal.
"I think I'll go and eat this outside. Wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. Would we Malfoy?" I almost giggle at him. How weird. Am I flirting? I remove my hand and walk away down the long Gryffindor table leaving him sitting there seemingly still trying to process the events that just occurred.
I re-enter the Hall 10 minutes later, in my rapid escape from Malfoy I forgot I have to stay here this morning to get my timetable. I surreptitiously scan the room for him when I walk in. He's sitting next to Al at the Slytherin table, he looks up and catches my eye and smirks. Guess he got over our encounter then.
Ria shoots me dagger eyes from down the table. I decide I'll avoid her wrath till later, so I sit down next to Josie.
"Why so late?" She asks with food in her mouth.
"Went for a walk in the grounds." I say, deciding not to mention my encounter with Malfoy. People might get the wrong idea.
"That eventful last night eh?" she asks suggestively. Giving me a small nudge.
"No!" I exclaim. "Although, where you were, I don't want to know."
"Ria told me about Will", she says quietly. Eugh, that girl. Just when I want to avoid things.
"You should apologize to her. Also, what I was doing is none of your business."
Thankfully Professor Longbottom walks past handing out timetables. So I am spared from answering her.
"Morning all" He says jovially, passing me my schedule across the table. I look down. Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy and Charms. Not too bad. Potions is definitely a good start to the Monday morning.
I stand up, "Coming Jose?"
"Yep" she mumbles cramming more toast into her mouth. We head up to the dormitory to collect our books and discover that one of the other members of our dorm has yet to arise from her slumber. Molly. Clearly last night hit her hard. She is also possibly the ditzyiest girl I have ever met. Although mega incredible at Quidditch though, which is due to her Dad being the Keeper at Puddlemere United.
"Levicorpus." I whisper pointing my wand at her. She screams as she's jolted awake by being hoisted into the air by her ankle.
"That was so unnecessary Rose!" she shouts as she looks round for the source of her pain. Josie collapses into giggles.
"Umm, no, you've missed breakfast." I say, letting her down.
"Shit." She falls out of bed pulling clothes on. "None of you thought it would be a good idea to wake me up?" She says shooting dagger eyes at us.
Josie and I laugh awkwardly, not answering. That's the thing about Molly, she has plenty of friends when she's with them. But when she's alone, no one really has her back. I make a mental note to make more effort in future. She runs down to breakfast.
"So you and Will then?" asks Josie.
"No, there is nothing there. We were drunk and plus I would never do that to Ria." She looks at me, assessing if there's truth behind what I'm saying.
"I promise." I say begging her to believe me. "You know me. I'm a nun who is obsessed with school" I say, and she laughs. We grab our books and walk down the stairs to the common room.
"Hey Rose. I want a word." I look round to see Fred making a beeline towards me.
"I'll meet you in Potions Josie. I might be slaughtered", I say to my friend.
"You sure?" she asks "You might need backup."
I laugh, "I probably will. But no, it's fine. I'll be down in a bit."
She melts away into the crowd of people leaving to go to lessons.
"What's this then?" Says Fred as he reaches me.
"What's what?" I ask. I'll play innocent. Good plan.
"Don't you dare play all innocent with me Rose Weasley." he says, a hint of impatience lacing his voice. Bugger. Plan failed.
"You and Will. Why Rosie? He's my best friend, surely you could've gone for anyone else? Even Malfoy would've have been better" he says.
Eugh, that is crossing a line.
"Malfoy? Fred. Malfoy?" I say in pure disbelief. "That is disgusting. And for the record, there's nothing going on with Will and me. We were drunk and got carried away. Ria interrupted before anything could happen. It's nothing. I promise." I rant, looking up at him.
"That's not what he thinks" Fred mumbles.
"Well you can inform him. That nothing, I repeat, nothing. Will ever happen." I tell him forcefully. "Now if you don't mind I have potions to attend. I'll talk to you later." And with that I storm away from him out of the portrait hole. Okay, perhaps I over reacted. But what would a Weasley conversation be if there wasn't a little drama?