This is the actual scene that I imagined before I actually began writing this story (it will be split into two chapters). I loved it so much (well the idea) that I put the rest of the plot in to fit around it. Pretty funny huh? Well it has obviously changed a bit since the original idea and I like it better now. I hope you guys like it because I have put heaps of thought into this chapter, probably more than the rest. So this is the one crucial chapter (well and the next one because they are very closely linked) which I NEED you to review. Well technically I don't need you to but it would be super nice of you to do.
First part is in Rose's POV, then Scorpius's (after dotted line), then Rose's (after next dotted line), then Scorpius's (after the next dotted line).
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Christmas is the best time of the year in my opinion. I love the snow; it is just so white and magical. Well the different kind of magic than the one we use.
It has been 3 weeks, 6 days, 17 hours and 56 minutes since I realised I was in love with Scorpius Malfoy and believe me it is the freakiest thing I have ever realised in my entire life. And for that reason I am not going to tell ANYONE! Well Lily knows, but that is only because she guessed and I am a horrible liar. But apart from her NO one is going to find out. Especially not Dad or Malfoy (being in love with him does not mean that I can't use his last name).
Luckily for me it is Christmas which means that I am at home and it is a nice distraction from the castle that has a certain loveable, sarcastic, funny, blonde boy within it. Today it is Christmas Eve, we are at our house and Uncle Harry, Aunty Ginny, James, Al and Lily are over. We are eating dinner at the moment but my mind has wandered to a certain Slytherin. Needless to say my 4 minute record is still at 4 minutes.
"So what about you Rose?" Uncle Harry asks me.
"Sorry, what was that?" I asked, coming out of my daze.
"Staring off into space, you are so like your dad." He laughed. "I was asking what your favourite subject is at school."
"Oh," my ears reddened. "Well I like them all-"
"So your mothers daughter." Dad muttered. Mum glared at him, I smiled.
"But Transfiguration would probably have to be my favourite."
"Wasn't it yours as well Hermione?" Aunty Ginny asks Mum as James gets up to go to the bathroom.
"Yes. Well that and Arithmancy."
"What were yours mum?" Lily asked Aunty Ginny.
"Probably Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"What about you Uncle Harry?" Hugo asked.
"Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Dad?" I asked him.
"Um, that's a tough one." He mumbled.
Mum laughed at him. "I wouldn't say your father particularly enjoyed his subjects much."
"Me neither." Said Hugo. "There is just heaps of boring work."
"My thoughts exactly son." Dad said. "But if I had to choose one I would probably say Charms or Defence Against the Dark Arts, of course it depended who was teaching DADA. Who have you lot got?"
"Professor McMillan." Lily chirped.
"Is he any good?" Mum asked.
"Yeah!" we all said at the same time. By we I mean Al, Hugo, Lily and I.
"How's potions going?" Uncle Harry asked us.
"Boring." Lily said, "There is nothing interesting until N.E.W.T level."
"Disgusting." Hugo said, "I hate all those slimy ingredients, I am so not taking Potions next year if I can help it."
"Quite difficult." Al said, "N.E.W.T stuff is hard."
"It's good." I said, "Really fascinating."
All the adults laughed.
"You can pick them out can't you?" Mum laughed.
"What?" Hugo asked interestedly.
"Each one of you has the same attitude to the subject as the four of us." Uncle Harry explained.
"Lily, me. Hugo, your dad. Al, your dad. And Rose, your mum." Aunty Ginny told us. I felt secretly happy at that statement; I try my hardest at everything to live up to the expectation as Hermione Granger-Weasley's daughter. Hugo does a great job as Ron Weasley's son.
"So Al," James said as he came back from the bathroom. "How's your relationship with Abbey Winters going?"
Everyone looked from James to Al. I inwardly laughed; it was so like James to talk about Al's relationships at a family gathering. If I were Al I would be relieved that it was now and not tomorrow at the Burrow.
"Who's Abbey Winters?" Aunty Ginny said curiously.
"My friend." Al mumbled.
"Is she nice?" Uncle Harry asked.
"Yeah, she's awesome." Al said, glaring at James who was smiling.
"Good at Quidditch?" my dad asked. Mum hit him on the arm.
"Really Ronald. Are you saying that you would let your family go out with anyone as long as they were good at Quidditch?" Mum said.
"Yes and as long as they weren't a Malfoy." He said darkly.
"What's wrong with being a Malfoy?" I said before I could stop myself.
"I've told you before Rosie, they have always been a dark, evil family. It just wouldn't be right."
"You can't make that judgement unless you have met every single member of the family. It's the same with every family. You can't make judgements on people you don't know." I said as I tried hard to stop the tears escaping from my eyes. "Excuse me." I said as I got up and left the table.
I ran up the stairs and into the study. The window in the study opened out onto the roof of our house. I liked to sit there when I was upset. I gently opened the white window frame and bent down to get out onto the roof. The view was amazing, even in the darkness it was beautiful, street lamps, house lighting that lit up the world. Everything looked so magical. This was truly the kind of magic I loved.
It was only now that I let the tears cascade down my cheeks. I was stupid and naive to ever assume that my dad would ever think of the Malfoys as anything other than evil, dark wizards who had picked on our family for centuries. He would never accept Scorpius, it had taken me seven years, and I knew it would take him longer than a lifetime.
Malfoy didn't even love me anyway. He was probably having a good time this Christmas eve, meeting some gorgeous pureblood that his parents liked. I would never be good enough, would never be accepted. It was fate. Of course this only made me cry harder. Loving the guy that could, should and would never love me back was just asking for disaster. At least Romeo and Juliet loved each other. Scorpius and I didn't even have that. It was a one way street. A long walk alone.
Hearing the floorboard creak behind me I turned around.
"What's up Princess?" my dad, Ron Weasley said softly as he came to sit beside me on the roof.
"Nothing." I sniffed as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Something tells me that this is not nothing Rosie." He said calmly. "You can tell me anything you know?"
"I'm not sure I can." I said sadly as I looked into his blue eyes.
"Why not?" he asked me, still in that soft, calm tone that I hardly ever heard.
"Because you wouldn't like it." I said truthfully and I turned away from his face.
"Tell me anyway Rosie; is it to do with a boy? Because I will respect whoever it is."
"No you won't." I told him bluntly.
"Tell me about him then. Maybe I'll warm to him. Is he good at Quidditch?" my dad smiled at me.
"Yes." I smiled back. "Seeker in his house team."
"I'm guessing he's not a Gryffindor then. What is his personality like then?" Dad encouraged kindly.
"He's funny, smart, sarcastic, witty, handsome, caring, kind, apologetic and annoyingly right sometimes."
"Sounds like a great guy." Dad said enthusiastically.
"That's because I've only told you the good points." I said darkly.
"I'm sure he's not that bad Rosie."
"Not to me he's not. But to you he probably will be."
"Princess, it is in every dad's gene's to hate the guy that his daughter loves. It's part of the dad code."
"What about Jack? You said you liked him." I reminded him.
"That was different. I could tell by your letters that you didn't really love him. And he sounded like a nice enough bloke for a first boyfriend so I didn't say anything. I knew he wouldn't break your heart. It sounds like this new guy already has though."
"Only by the fact he could never love me back." I muttered.
"You don't know that sweetie. He could be thinking of you this very moment."
"I doubt it."
"You can't be certain. But let's hear the worst of it then. What are the bad points?"
"Ok, well he can be irritating, act jerkish and sometimes has this cocky air around him."
"That doesn't sound like much. All teenage boys are like that, he'll grow out of it."
"Those are only the things that I don't like. I haven't told you what you won't like."
"What won't like about him Rose?" my dad asked.
"He's a Slytherin."
"That's a Hogwarts house; I can't judge people like that. Uncle Harry taught me not to."
"That's only half of it. You know his dad."
"What's his name Rosie?" My dad asked me. I looked right at my dad's eyes, there were tears running down my cheeks. Regardless, I drew a breath...
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I hated Christmas. Not because of the actual holiday or anything, nor the snow (I loved the snow), no it was because every Christmas Eve and Christmas I was forced to go and spend time with Grandpa Lucius and Grandma Narcissa. I didn't mind Grandma so much, she was quite nice. It was just Grandpa that I didn't like. Him and his prejudice beliefs. I just know that he is going to soon interrogate me about my love life, something that I don't want him to do (especially in light of recent realisations). He is likely to go on about pureblood, Slytherin names that I am expected to marry some day.
"So Scorpius."Grandpa says as we start dinner. "Got a girlfriend at the moment?"
"No." I said through gritted teeth, let the interrogation begin.
"What happened to that Zabini girl? She was nice, smart, Slytherin, pureblood."
"I realised she was nothing more than a friend." I said as I started concentrating on what I was eating so I wouldn't get as mad.
"Pity. Well what about that Montague girl?"
"She's going out with my best friend." I said trying to sound calm, which was proving to be very hard.
"Ah, well there are probably lots more Slytherin, purebloods to choose from." He said happily.
"Why do they have to be Slytherin?" I asked, looking up at my Grandpa for the first time all conversation.
"I'm not saying they do, it's just that most purebloods that aren't riff raff usually come from Slytherin."
"But why do they have to be pureblood." I said standing up. "What is it with this pureblood mania our family has going, can't we just like someone because they are smart, cute, funny, sweet and caring? What is wrong with not being Slytherin and not being pureblood? I am absolutely sick of all of this stuff, it is absolutely ridiculous. I REFUSE TO NOT GO OUT WITH SOME ONE JUST EBCAUSE THEY AREN'T A PUREBLOOD!"
Needless to say after that rampage I stormed out of the room. Stupid Rose. It was all her fault. I just had to go and fall for the last person my family would accept. They probably would have been ok with me not loving a Slytherin, the may even be ok with the fact she's a Gryffindor. Her being half-blood would probably get my family pretty mad. But loving a Weasley? Well that basically sentences me to death. Stupid Weasley, bringing about my doom.
By this time I am outside the manor. This is where my Grandpa has always lived, my grandma since she married him. I hate it. Everything about it practically screams at me to be an evil, dark wizard. My dad was lucky to escape it really. He told me that Grandpa had offered to give him the house once he married Mum, my dad refused and I am so grateful for it.
There is only one spot in this entire place that I like. Near the side of the house there is this rock (don't shake your head, it's a massive rock, it's big enough for me and one other person to sit on, not that anyone else has ever sat beside me here). It looks out on the forest next to the manor and there is something about the forest that is just perfect. I don't know what it is but sitting there, on my rock all my problems seem small. Except today. I don't know how I could have stuffed up more. I should have just kept my cool. I shouldn't have let Grandpa get to me. But I did and now I am going to have to pay the price.
My mind drifts to Rose. Her fiery reddish hair, her sparkling brown eyes and her laugh, her amazing, wonderful, perfect laugh. Man I fell for her hard.
"What's wrong Scorp?" a voice says from behind me. My head whips around so fast that I hurt my neck. Rubbing it I see my dad. White blond hair, grey eyes, and a sad sort of expression playing about his face he stands there.
"Nothing Dad." I say and turn my face back to the forest.
"Don't pull that one on me. I know you're lying. I'm a Slytherin too remember, I know when someone is lying." He tells me as he sits down on the rock next to me.
We sit there in silence for a few minutes. Side by side, father and son for a moment before I break the silence.
"How did you know I was here?" I ask him.
"I used to come out here all the time when something was bothering me. During my first few years at Hogwarts it was littler things like how Hermione Granger got a higher mark than me or the fact that Harry Potter caught the snitch before I could. But as I got older the things got bigger. I will never forget 6th and 7th year. I spent basically all my free time out here." He seemed lost in thought. I already knew what he was thinking about. My dad had told me about Voldemort and how my family had helped him rise to power, how he himself had helped. I couldn't judge my dad though, he told me that he regretted it every second he was alive and I believed him. "I came here when I found out I liked your mother too. I'm guessing you're here for similar reasons."
"Something like that." I mumbled.
"Whoever she is you know you can tell me right? I don't care about her not being a Slytherin and not being pureblood. I'm guessing she's neither." My dad said kindly as he put a hand on my shoulder. I was strongly reminded of earlier that year when I told him that I thought Rose would be head girl. I also told him not to worry, that I wasn't going to fall in love with her or anything. Man I stuffed that up.
"I can't tell you. You wouldn't understand."
"I know it feels like that son but I will understand."
"You can't say that until you know who she is." I told him, looking at him.
"Why don't you try me?" he asked. I didn't respond so he added. "At least tell me a bit about her. What's she like?"
I didn't see any harm in telling him what she was like so I continued.
"Well she's smart, kind, caring, witty, sarcastic, cute, beautiful, funny, responsible, confident and always right no matter what."
"She sounds perfect for you Scorp." Dad said seriously.
"Oh and she's really good at Quidditch." I added.
"We should just include into the family right now." He joked.
"You wouldn't like that. She wouldn't want to anyway."
"What do you mean she wouldn't want to?" my dad asked.
"She could never, should never and would never love me back." I said miserably. "She hates me."
"I'm sure she doesn't hate you."
"You have no idea."
"Well why don't you tell me her bad points? That'll make you feel better about loving her." He suggested.
"I doubt it but why not. She is irritating, always right, bossy, always right, a tad bit cocky, and always right. Did I mention she is always right?"
My dad started laughing. "Yes, you did."
"Glad I amused you." I said glumly and turned away from him.
"But seriously Scorp, They aren't that bad. Bossy is something that you just live with, everyone is irritating sometimes, I'm sure the cocky thing will wear off and you can't help her being always right." He told me seriously.
"I suppose."
"This still doesn't explain why I wouldn't like her."
"I haven't told you the stuff that doesn't matter to me. The stuff that would matter to you. And Grandpa Lucius."
"You can tell me. I promise I won't get angry."
"She's a Gryffindor."
"Son that is a Hogwarts house. I do not judge people by that like I used to."
"Half-blood." I continued like I hadn't heard him.
"I have already told you that I don't mind whatever sort of parentage she has. Your Grandpa Lucius might but I can tell with him."
"Ah, parentage." I said darkly.
"What is it?" my Dad asked me, clearly confused.
"You know her parents."
"What's her name?" he asked me. I knew I had to tell me. There was no way of avoiding it. I looked my dad right in the eyes and drew a breath...
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"Scorpius Malfoy."
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"Rose Weasley."
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Author's note: What did you think? Please please please review. This is the most important chapter to me so I would love your reviews.
Thank you so much to everyone who has already reviewed. You guys rock.
I can imagine both of Rose and Scorpius's 'special' places. They are very clear to me so I am sorry if I didn't describe them as well as I should have. But I'm sure you guys can imagine them.
I hope you enjoyed the start of Rose's POV with the family around the table. I thought I'd add it in because otherwise it would just be Rose and Scorpius the whole time and I felt that the Potter/Weasleys wouldn't start talking about relationships on Christmas eve (the Malfoys would however) so I had to ease it in. I thought it was very like James (well my impression of him) to just start talking about Al's love life. Al will get him back for it I am sure.
Well anyway, please please please review!!!!
Sorry about the longish wait for the chapter, I have been busy and this is a very long (well for me) chapter.
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