"Oi, Rosie!"
A voiced omen to me. I've been through the same situation too many times before not to know that I'm about to get dragged into trouble. In fact, that's the exact reason I was pretending to be sleep in my bed so early. Though the devil shall be damned if she doesn't recognize deceit when she sees it because she knows the practice well. So when she grabs my arm, I let her try and pull me out of bed without being too obvious that I was fighting against her. I never realized she was so strong.
"Rose! I know you're not sleep. C'mon! I wanna do something fun!"
There's another one. Another voiced omen. Whenever Annabeth says she wants to have fun she means she wants to create some trouble. No thanks. I've been in enough for the past few weeks without her. Who knows what she's cooked up this time. Her latest scheme of having fun ended with me drunk and with a dare to display affection in front of everyone in the Great Hall. I'm not the least bit dumb so when I open my eyes to see her clothed in a nice formfitting dress I know where she's going with this. By 'fun' she means party with Ravenclaw and I'm just not up for it. Last time I went to a party with her I ended up sleeping with Logan Wood. I didn't even know the poor boy. Plus I said before that I shouldn't go.
"Where's Stephanie?" I ask because I know she'll at least be able to keep me sane if I get dragged to that party.
"I don't know. Couldn't find her."
Did you hear that? She couldn't find Stephanie. I'm going to hunt her down after this. Now how am I supposed to keep myself sober when she's not there? That's right, I have an idea. I won't go. No, that's impossible. Anna will just keep pestering me about it until I say yes. If that happens I won't have anyone to blame my behavior on. Some things are just so complicated for no reason. Being friends is complicated. Feelings are complicated. Tests are complicated. When will I face something easy? I have a feeling it'll be never.
"Rosie!" Annabeth exclaimed suddenly when I closed my eyes. Not my fault. Thinking kind of gets me tired after a while.
"What?"
"Please come with me. I'll love you forever."
She doesn't quite understand that she's said that millions of times before. The crazy thing is that I always seem to go because of it. It can be quite persuasive at times. Where the heck is Lauren anyway? Why can't she just take her other half with her? Why did I end up being the person she came to? I guess it doesn't really matter to her because she's pulling at my arm again, taking advantage of my silence. Surprisingly, I let her drag me out of my bed and over to a mirror. I hate those things.
"You're a doll." She says softly.
I'm not stupid and she knows that. I've heard her say this before I know what's to come so I try to get away. But I'm too late as always. She's already pulling the comb through my red curls even though she knows I hate it when she does that. It's like I have a mother at Hogwarts and one at home. And she looks so happy when she does it. I think she might want to be a mother when she's a little older. An easy feat for her with all the sleeping around she does. Although, I think she'd change if she were to become a mother. Sometimes you have to be thrust into a devastating event to figure out that you've been doing wrong. Some need to be hit by reality. Hard.
For a few minutes, I'm used to it and I let her do what she wants. That was until I saw her dig into a drawer and then appeared a pair of scissors.
"No, Annabeth! No, no, no, no! I've learned my lesson about you and a pair of scissors from third year. Let's just say you can't be trusted even if you say you know what you're doing. No offense but I don't want to end up with half a head of hair again."
With a smile, I snatch the scissors out of her hand and put them back where they belong. Maybe I should put them under lock and key. She can be quite the troublesome one when she has hold of a pair of scissors. Trust me, I was her first victim. After that, no one else listened to her when she said she knew how to cut hair. I might be smart but when I look back I was pretty dumb to let her even try. I think I only believed her because of her own hair. Every girl wishes they had hair like her.
Satisfied with the way my hair looked she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. Looks like I'm going to the party in uniform. Very formal. I have my tie on and everything. And it's not until I catch another glimpse of myself in the mirror that I noticed she added a ribbon to my hair. She's so freaking sneaky. I swear she should have been put in Slytherin instead. Then the rumors about her and Scorpius being related would be a teensy bit more realistic to some people. Kind of a stupid rumor if you ask me seeing as they dated before.
"Do you really want me to go to a party with no shoes on?"
"Hurry up!" She gets pretty anxious about parties sometimes.
I don't need further addressing when she tells me to hurry because I have no doubt that she'd take me to the party shoeless. So I grab my flats and slip them on as fast as I can while being practically shoved through the door. But I stop her once again before running back into the room to write the person who left me behind. Grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment, I quickly scribble down a note to Stephanie. She'll find it on her bed whenever she happens to come back. If anything bad happens it'll be her fault for not being there. Well, not really but it's nice exaggeration.
Dear Stephanie,
What happened? I know you knew about the party so you can't deny it. Annabeth caught me before I could get away. Where did you go? Maybe I could use that place for next time. Or how about you bring me with you because that's what friends are for?
Tomorrow's going to be the second worst day of my life to today. I can just feel it.
Captured once again,
Rose
Thus how I ended up in the Ravenclaw common room, sitting at a table by myself with nothing but four empty shot glasses in front of me. Yay for Transfiguration! I don't really go to parties like this so I sit and wait for Annabeth to pick me back up. The only thing left to entertain me being my thoughts. Usually a bad thing if you ask me.
How many drinks have I had? There's four glasses, I can count but I swear there was another. I hope not because I should not be drinking at all. I should not be drinking at all. And for some reason I feel like I've already said that once. Maybe more than once. It doesn't help that even though there's music, to me there's an almost eerie silence. The silence of things I don't want to think about but they're surely there waiting for me to stop stalling.
Why was I here again? Oh, that's right. Anna dragged me here and deserted me. Apparently, she thinks I can babysit myself at such events but I know that I can't. I'm not exactly the most social person in the world. Which would explain why I was sitting alone, absentmindedly staring into an empty glass? What was in there by the way? What did I drink? It tasted kind of fruity. It was nice to say the least. Another one would be fine with me. Too bad I've reached my limit for today.
Limits. Speaking of those... do Scorpius and I have limits to our relationship? Scorpius. Malfoy. I just vaguely remember something about us needing to talk. To talk about what exactly? I'm at a lost. So I'm left again. Grasping at strings to keep myself from slipping into a world of stupidity. Last time that happened I ended up with a dare and confused feelings.
A good question would be what my feelings are exactly. I think that's what I wanted to talk to Scorpius about. Or something along those lines. I can't really remember at the moment. Right now I feel pretty out of it. I guess that's pretty apparent though because I am still staring into this glass like it holds some sort of secret. They do say you spill when you drink so that could include secrets and all that stuff. Like the fact that I l-
"Why be beautiful if you're not going to smile?"
"I'm bent." I replied dully. I'm not exactly in the mood for flirting.
"I think you're lying."
I don't even think to turn around to see who I'm talking to but I don't care either. I'm not here to go flirting around like some sort of lush. I'm sitting here waiting for a friend, who I doubt will ever come back but I'm still going to wait. You never know, she just might come back. That is if she can find her way. She's quite a fond one of drinking.
"Well, go ahead and think. I'm waiting for a friend anyway. She's nice." I still don't look up from my glass. This is not a bar. I'm not here to get drunk and fuck up.
Then I hear him mumble something about how all the good ones are either taken, slutty or only attracted to the same sex. I almost laughed but I thought that would be a little rude so I held it in. I don't think he would appreciate it very much if I did. He's obviously not having much luck with the ladies tonight. Although I don't see why he can't just pick one of the sleazy ones. They're easy to find, easy to talk to and easy... in other ways. It's a great deal.
That's when I hear the same voice say, "Don't even bother, mate. She's bent."
I didn't even bother holding my laugh in this time. At this rate I'll be known as a lesbian by tomorrow. Fine with me. I'm sure I could find a nice girlfriend. She'd probably be better than anyone else I'd ever been with because guys are certainly a lost cause. They cheat, they lie, and they deceive. Most of all, they pretend.
So when I finally looked up I was surprised to see Scorpius sitting across from me. I thought it was just a trick of the mind at first and blinked a few hundred times. When he was still there I rolled my eyes and decided that I would just ignore him. What I don't need right now is him annoying me. Another drink anyone? Whatever he wanted I really didn't want to be a part of it. Nor did I want to talk to him at the moment even though we clearly needed to. I'd rather do it when I'm in my right mind so tonight's out of available times.
"I'm not going to disappear you know." Were the first words to leave his mouth.
"What a disappointment. I really had my hopes up on that one."
"Sure. If you want to tell yourself that then be my guest. You and I both know it's far from true."
"The best lies are always at least partially true."
Whatever possessed me to say that must really want me to stop lying because then this fool will always think there's some truth in it. That doesn't even make sense. Then again, I wasn't even lying in the first place so how does that play out in this? What have I lied about to him anyway? It's nothing that I can remember. I've said all types of things but I don't think I've ever lied. Not to him at least. I highly doubt there will ever be a person who didn't lie at least once in their life.
"Does that mean you're bisexual then?" he laughed but we all know he'd die a little inside if that were true. I'm just kidding. I don't know half the stuff that goes on inside that head of his. That might be a good thing actually.
"Wasn't my best lie." I answered while I stacked my four glasses on top of each other. Isn't it a little weird that I find glass more interesting than all the drinking, dancing, games and other stuff that's going on around me? No. I'm glad I have enough sense to stay away from that stuff for right now.
"I agree. Your best lie has to be 'I hate you'."
I hate you? My best lie? I would disagree but I can't seem to think of something better than that. I can't seem to access the later things that have happened in my life past last year. Did you know that some people say that you hate someone whom you really wish to love? I find it interesting. Reminds me of someone but I can't even grasp that idea at the moment. That leaves me to just say the first thing that comes to my mind or say nothing at all. Both are easy. I have a feeling that I'll end up going with the first one because for some reason, whenever someone is persistent I have to pay attention to them. I have to give them what they want. Unless it's utterly insane. Exhibit A would be Annabeth.
As I processed these thoughts I watched Scorpius shift in his seat before downing half his drink. Oh, great. I can't even handle a sober Scorpius, what makes you think that I can handle a drunken one? I can't even handle myself, let alone two people. So why did I finish his drink when he pushed it to me?
"Still haven't learned your lesson?" he asked as he watched me drain the glass. Damn, I hate when he's right and he makes sense.
"I have a lot of lessons to learn. I can't take them in all at once."
"Or choose not to."
We can choose not to learn certain lessons now? Or do we simply choose to have them reinforced? I was asking you. I can't really explain anything right now when my head is swimming and all the thoughts that I have are currently that of a second year. I think.
"Your company was very much appreciated. Now could you kindly get lost? I've had enough lectures and blah, blah, blah."
"You should really loosen up, Weasley."
"Piss off."
Seriously. If I wanted to get told off for doing things I shouldn't, I would just go to James. Matter of fact, while I'm at it I would tell him every bad thing I ever did. That would keep the droning going on for a good bit of time. Or more like the whole year. The guy never seems to shut up. Sometimes I wonder if maybe he does the same things we do. Wouldn't that be ironic? Him lecturing us about the stuff we do but him doing it too. I'm going to have to look into that. Then I could lecture him. I'm quite good at that.
"Well, I'll do the honors. Your crazy ex-girlfriend has been spotted anyway." I muttered when he didn't even bother to move. "Thanks for the drink, love. Pay you back?"
I didn't really feel like going but I didn't want to stick around and face Violet either. Getting out of my seat, I waved to him before disappearing. Didn't end up going very far. In fact, I just went to the other side of the room. Hopefully he doesn't end up following me because I really don't need his shit right now. Whenever I do something someone has to comment on it. I do good things; I'm trying way too hard to be perfect. I do bad things; What the hell is wrong with me? Did I lose my mind? Why am I rebelling?
I'm not perfect and I never will be. I shall forever disappoint at least one person with my decisions but I'm starting not to care about what people think. If I were to love someone that people didn't want me to be with, what would I do? Just give it all up because someone doesn't like it? I have feelings too and people seem to forget that a lot.
Making my way through various amounts of groping, drunk students, I happened to bump into Annabeth. Just my luck actually. I really needed to get out of here. It was a little too much for me at the moment. I can only take so much of dim lights, flirting, drinking and people unconsciously grinding on me like I'm some sort of piece of furniture. Although I don't know why someone would want to grind on a piece of furniture anyway. That's just weird when you have so many willing participants around you.
"I want to leave." I said after I had gotten Annabeth's attention, which I don't think will last very long at this point.
"Why are you telling me? You know how to leave."
This is when I realize I've been waiting around for her this whole time for absolutely no reason at all. I can go back to the Gryffindor tower all by myself. I'm not drunk so it really be that hard. I'm in my right mind. Why the heck did I think I had to wait for her?
Pulling on a piece of my hair, she smiled at me. "Why do you want to leave? Not having fun?"
"That's exactly why I want to leave. I'm not having any fun. Who has fun with people pushing you in every damn direction? Who has fun with people basically bloody half-shagging you while you walk? Who has fun with people who just get intoxicated and start doing dumb stuff? Half the people in this room right now will sleep with someone they don't love and will probably be pregnant in about two months. Does that sound like fun to you?" I ranted even though she didn't seem the least bit interested in what I was saying. You know I'm quite surprised that she hasn't gotten pregnant yet. Thank God she knows how to stay safe. She doesn't make the best choices but it'll have to do.
"Who gives a flying fuck about consequences at a party?"
A very valid point she has there. It might be true but honestly, why don't people learn from their earlier mistakes? I mean I've learned not to let Annabeth talk me into flirting with some guy at a party because that led to Logan Wood and I don't do stuff like that. It's not me.
Unfortunately by the time I had made it back to Earth, Anna was dragging me to a small table filled with an enormous variety of alcohol. I wonder where these people got it all from. Confused as to why she had brought me over here, I watched as she poured at least six different types of alcohol in one cup before trying to hand it to me. I guess you could say she's pretty much a very bad influence on me. I'm surprised she didn't bring some second years with her.
"It'll help you relax. Drink up." She whispered with a sly smile on as she raised the cup to my lips. "Relax a little. Do something crazy for once. Stop being the plain old Rose and break your reputation."
Think I could start breaking my reputation by pushing her face in? See how much she would like that. I've done plenty of crazy stuff before. For example: One time I jumped out of my room window because I thought my broom would be there if I yelled "Up!" Let's just say I never did that ever again after I ended up in the hospital. My mum and dad weren't too happy about the whole incident. Hugo and Albus had dared me to and I guess that's where my whole do-every-dare condition comes in. I'll only do it if I know I can do it though. Or that time when I stayed in the boys' bathroom for a whole hour.
Annoyed with the fact that people keep telling me to 'loosen up' and stuff, I did what she told me to do. Mark that as the second mistake of the night. Or maybe that was the third.
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How the hell did I go from having a 'nice' chat with Malfoy and Annabeth to dancing with some guy? I don't know. I don't even like dancing in public. Don't get me wrong, I know how to dance, a necessary thing if you're a Weasley or Potter because of the fourteen million weddings that are going to come. I just don't really understand why I was dancing at a party? AT A PARTY! This was a way different kind of dancing. Damn there was all kinds of touching going on while I was dancing but that was the least of my worries. So was the amount of alcohol I was consuming. Every time I finished a drink it seemed to refill. I wasn't expecting anything though.
I wasn't even surprised when I was pulled away by someone I couldn't even see. Which just goes to show that I had drank way too much because I didn't even care about my own safety. In fact I cared way more about the drink that was being pried out of my hands as I whined.
"Haven't you had enough?"
Blinking, I let my eyes refocus and I noticed the cold stare of grey eyes on mine. I feel as though I should know this person's name but my head is really swimming now. Giving a small laugh, I fall forward and lean on him because I think I just might be sick. Either that or I'll fall on my face. That wouldn't be a pretty sight.
"How much have you had to drink?" He asks, holding me up.
Like I haven't been asking myself the same question all night. Or was it morning now? I don't know. After a few second, seemed more like hours, I held up three fingers and burst out laughing again. There's something oddly funny about all this. He didn't seem to be amused in the slightest though. And he told me to loosen up. Look who's being the spoil sport now. It definitely isn't me because I'm not telling him what to do in an indirect way.
"Do you even know what your name is?"
"What's your name?"
"Really, Rose? Are you that drunk?"
Am I that drunk? Nah! Snickering, I pressed a finger to his lips and shushed him like I had just told him a secret. Who needs to know the answer to that question? Not me! I was only doing what he told me to do. I was 'loosening' up. Why was he having such a change in thought now? Whatever it was I wasn't going to stick around to figure it out. I didn't even care in the first place. If I so happened to drop out cold in the Ravenclaw common room I wouldn't give a damn at the moment. Although that could be due to the fact that I can barely see straight and everything that's going on I can't comprehend. Hell if someone started shagging I would probably think they were dancing. It's all the same.
"Hahaha. My name's Rose. I like flowers." Snickering, I slipped out of his grip to find someone else to dance with. I like dancing.
Somehow I ended up lying down on a table instead while I kicked my legs like a little kid. No one seemed to deem it weird. Not even myself. It just goes to show that when I get drunk, I get unbelievably stupid. Which is kind of weird since I'm pretty smart right?
"Rose! Come here."
Turning my head I saw those grey eyes again. Do I have a stalker?
"Rose! Get off the table and put your legs down. You look like some two knut whore. You're better than that." I heard him say as he pushed my legs down and pulled me off the table. All that after he called me a two knut whore. Wow. Should I thank him or do I have to charge him for dragging me off the table because I'm a whore. He did say that I was 'better than that' though. What's that supposed to mean? I'm not better than anything.
"I'm worth the galleons, baby."
"You're priceless." He whispered and walked me to the door. Maybe I should wait for Annabeth?
Nah! I'm tired. I wanna leave. I don't know where I have to go. I think I'm going to be sick. I forget this guy's name. He seems to have taken an interest in me. I don't know where he's taking me. I'm too tired to ask. My head's going to be pounding in the morning. This is going to be the second time in about two weeks or so. I don't know I forget. My name's Rose and my last name has not been revealed yet. I know it though. I just sort of forget. Forgot. Weasley. I remember-
"Ow, fuck! Why the hell didn't you tell me that there was steps as soon as you stepped out the door?" I asked angrily from my spot on the floor. I'm going to feel that in the morning.
"I thought you would remember since that's how you got in."
When he reached down to help me up, I pulled him down with me. It's called sweet revenge. Not really but let's just say that. The surprise on his face was pretty apparent when he put his hands out to keep himself from falling right on top of me. I wouldn't have minded.
"What was that for?" Trying to get off of me I held onto the collar of his shirt so he couldn't go anywhere.
"You're quite cute."
"You're drunk."
"So are you." Now I didn't really know that but I was guessing. He didn't really seem that drunk if you asked me. Maybe he can hold his liquor really well. Or maybe he can hide his drunkenness really well. Either way I didn't have a care in the world for finding out.
"Slightly." He breathes as he shrugs.
Ignoring his comment, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. Seemed pretty right to me. We've done this before right? Why would it have to be any different now? He didn't seem to care either because he pressed himself closer to me while I snogged him senseless. The weird thing was that while I pressed frantic little nips and kisses on his neck he kept whispering the same thing over and over again. At first I payed it no attention but then he tried to push away from me.
"Hallway. Hallway. Hallway." He repeats and I know that's no where near my name.
"Who's Hallway?"
"No, Rose! We're in the hallway so stop!"
"Isn't that what you wanted? I mean you kept following me around the whole night like some stalker."
Add that to the list of things I forgot. Including his name. He was pretty cute though. And when was the last time I had some 'fun'? I have to say that was months ago and I'm bored, out of my mind, feeling flirty and I want to do a little something. I didn't realize I sounded so much like Annabeth at that moment but I probably wouldn't have cared in the least because I was drunk. Drunk out of my mind and I wouldn't be surprised if I got alcohol poisoning. If I do, I'll blame it on her.
Sighing, he rolled his eyes and stood up before reaching down to help me up. "Stupid. I've been following you around all day because you said we had to talk. You also do pretty stupid things when you're drunk so I decided to make sure you're okay because I care about you. More than I should actually."
"Why would you want to talk to me when I am clearly drunk out of my mind. I even forgot your name. Aww... you care about me?" I couldn't help but laugh at that. He's really had too much to drink if he's saying he cares about me. We're enemies. Enemies do NOT ever care for each other. It's all about hating each other the most really. "Remind me why you even care about me in the slightest again. I swear we're supposed to hate each other."
"Never mind that. Forget it. And I'd like to think that rules are meant to be broken."
"Oddly I agree. Especially the rules about getting too close to your enemy. They do say keep your friends close and your enemies... interested?"
Yes I know it's 'keep your enemies closer' but doesn't 'interested' sound so much more promising. It sounds much more sexy and suggestive. Which is what I'm going for at this point. Why shouldn't I go wild tonight? I already halfway there. Just one more step and I'll have the worst night of my life in my hands. Actually I'll have what I want but whatever you like works for me.
Standing up now, I let out a squeak of surprise when I was pushed against the wall. I have a feeling that this isn't the first time this has happened between me and him. I just can't quite remember though. Too bad. It'll all come flooding back to me tomorrow when I want to kill myself.
"Wanna get out of the hallway?"
"There's a certain charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, no?" I don't know how I can remember that but not who I'm talking to.
"Merlin, yes."
"You'll have to pay. Whores cost money." I joke with a smile on my face as I reach my hand out.
"I'll give you the world and anything else you want." He whispers and I'm not sure why but my heart beats a little faster at that. It's only a joke, right? We're both drunk and have no clue what we're doing, right? Am I still drunk? I can't tell anymore. Especially since as soon as his lips descend and touch mine again, I'm stuck between passing out and kissing him for all I'm worth. I chose the latter obviously, which would explain why my hands were in his hair, and his were- I don't even know. Everywhere? But he certainly doesn't have enough hands to be touching that many places at once. Right? Or maybe I'm hallucinating or something.
Wanna know something crazy? When he pulled away from me and we caught our breath, we stared for a while before mumbling at the same time.
"Sexual tension." Was what I said.
"Desperation." Was what he said and we both nodded in agreement to what the other said before he grabbed my hand and I swear we were racing down the halls to Merlin knows where. Probably the closest spot to... Yeah... I don't really want to think about that right now. After that, my vision darkens. Why? Because that's the rest of my memory. I can't remember the rest. I have a feeling I don't really want to know what happened after that anyway.
And that was the last thing I can remember.
If I didn't wake up in such and such places the next day I would have thought I passed out but that was just me hoping.
So the moral of my story is that you shouldn't drink because nine out of ten times you'll end up in a situation like me. In which I will go into further detail later because otherwise you won't truly get the lesson. Trust me when I say this is something you'll want to learn.
Author's Note: I haven't edited this yet so I guess you'll have to deal with it. I had to keep rewriting everything over and over again because i kept thinking it was stupid so you're stuck with this. Ah, well. Enjoy if you want. It's not the best because I had to post it while I could. I feel that I've left you guys hanging way too long so here I am. :p I'll probably add more to this chapter at some point. The whole thing doesn't really make since but oh, well.