Here's another chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed.

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"Rose why does you face look like it's been attacked by flesh eating slugs?" Lily asked as I sat beside her in the dining hall.

"Because I nearly got a MTD." I told Lily while buttering my toast.

"MTD?"

"Malfoy Transmitted Disease." I answered as the door opened and a familiar git walked past with two girls by his side.

Speaking of the Devil.

"Nice way to match your skin with you hair Pippi. You stick out like a sore thumb." Malfoy sneered as Antonia and Julia laughed at his attempt at a joke.

"That's it! Who is Pippi?!" I asked Lily.

"Pippi Longstocking! You never heard of her in Muggle Studies?" Lily asked me.

"Lily I don't need to listen in Muggle Studdies when I have my brain and my mother." I said. Although I sounded like a real snob it was totally true. I knew what cable was by the age of 3. That's the gift of having a mother living like a muggle for eleven years.

"Pippi is this girl who is in need of a makeover. She has this carrot coloured hair which she always puts in plaits and they stick up in the air, and her face is always pinched like there's dragon dung under her nose." Lily informed me. After a minute, or two (more like five) I finally processed and marched my way over to the Slytherin table to where I looked for 2 slags with a guy inbetween them.

"My hair is an auburn colour, not carrot coloured, and I do not where my hair in plaits and it certainly does not stand up in mid air. AND I DO NOT LOOK LIKE I HAVE DRAGON DUNG UNDER MY NOSE!" I yelled attracting the entire halls attention.

"Whatever you say Pippi." Malfoy replied.

"I look nothing like Pippi Longstocking!" I yelled again making a dramatic exist from the hall by lobbing three apples at Malfoy and his 2 loyal slags.

It gave me a satisfied feeling.

"Al it's been 3 weeks, 3 bloody weeks and it feels like I've been stuck in Knockturn Alley." I said my head resting on my Transfiguration textbook while Al was reading some weird muggle story called Little Women. I had lived with Malfoy and had suffered more anxiety living with him for the past 3 weeks than every holidays at Grandma Weasley's. Not only had I barely survived a MTD, but I was tired of the Pippi Longstocking remark, which had unsurprisingly caught on with the rest of Slytherin. More recently anyone who walked in during night-time would receive a screening of the Rose and Malfoy Hexing show where it was revolved obsessively over the two of us sending non-verbal hexes and screaming profanities at each other.

"So move back to Gryffindor." Al suggested.

"It's not that easy." I objected lifting my head.

"Sure it is."

"What if a teacher needed us urgently, came to the quarters and realised I was missing?" I said standing up after a trailing thought came back to my mind.

"Where are you going?" Al said following me."

"To the muggle section of the library." I replied.

"Why?"

"To find out who this Pippi Longstocking is. Since you're following you might as well help me look." I said as we reached the muggle section sifting through books.

"Hey Al, did you know that your Dad is featured in some muggle series?" I asked holding Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone up for him to see. How could they even know about Uncle Harry's adventures?

"Rose focus, Pippi Longstocking." Al said as if he could read my thoughts. Maybe it was a male cousin thing.

"Right. Pippi Longstocking... Pippi Longstocking... Pippi Longstocking!" I exclaimed capturing the thin book and briskly walked back to our table. As I looked at the cover my mouth dropped.

"Ugh, my eyes don't need to see anymore of that." I replied flipping the book so I could see the back. I looked nothing like Pippi Longstocking. Pippi looked worsed that Voldemort, and said devil didn't even have a nose.

"Al, I know this will be really hard but think of some hideous muggle character that has even a slight resemble to Scorpious." I said tapping his brain.

Oh well why not play fire with fire.

"Hello Augustus. Goodnight Augustus." I said cheerily while I walked to my bedroom.

"Excuse me. Who the heck is Augustus?" Malfoy asked. After hard collaboration with muggle book and Al. We finally decided on someone who looked hardly anything like Malfoy but still be offensive.

"No more Mrs Nice Girl Augustus." I said as I closed the door.

3...2...1

"No seriously who is Augustus?" Malfoy asked as he opened my door.

"You never told me who Pippi Longstocking was, so I won't tell you who Augustus is." I said grabbing the muggle book I got my inspiration from and starting to read it, giving him a teeny weeny hint, not that he would recognise it if it was thrust into his face.

"Weasley this is driving me mad, who in sams heck is Augustus." He asked twirling a piece of my hair with his thumb and forefinger breathing heavily on my neck. At the knock of the door he flicked my hair away from him, like it was a contagious disease.

"That's Antonia, prepare to wear ear buds." He said getting up and walking away.

"Absolutely not, there will be none of that in this place!" I said grabbing a hold of his arm.

"Weasley you are not the boss of me." He said trying to tug away from my strong grip but ultimately failing. Having a brother and 4 male cousins, I had some strength on my side.

"No but I live here and I absolutely forbid it! I do nothing of the sort here so I expect you would do the same." I threatened.

"You do nothing of the sort because you are a prude." Malfoy said earning a slap in the face from me.

"I am not!"

"Name one guy who you've kissed. On the lips for more than 3 seconds that wasn't a dare." Malfoy said with a reply of silence. He smirked.

"Why do you care so much what happens in my room prude?" He sneered.

"As it will spread through the quarters and I don't want any chance of getting a MTD!" I replied.

"What's an MTD?" Antonia asked.

"SHUT UP AND LEAVE!" We both shouted at her. Well no-one invited her in. Malfoy might have invited her out but not in. Antonia hung her head and slowly walked out, taking her time.

"No Malfoy Transmitted Disease for me." I chanted making sure he could hear.

"Malfoy Transmitted Disease? That's utterly ridiculous Weasley." He said yanking my hand so I would stop my chant and the dance that went along with it.'

"Well you're the one who can't keep his thing to himself." I stated.

"The thing has a name, Little Scorpy, remember?" He said clearly livid.

"Like I said, you're the one who can't keep his thing to himself, even for one minute." I said a bit too loudly and instantly regretting it. It kind of slipped out and it was low of my to say every minute.

"At least I have a life Wealsey. The only people you can call your friends are your cousins and even most of them probably hate you." I gasped. Never had anyone said that to me and it was probably the most truthful statement I had heard all day. He was speaking the truth, the only people I would talk to was anyone with the last name Weasley or Potter.

"You're wrong. They don't hate me." I whispered.

"They do hate you Weasley! The only reason they put up with you and your whining is because they're family and they're obligated to do that. And then what do they do? They bitch about you behind your back and tell everyone how Rose Weasley, Head Girl, is a stuck up piece of crap that is dirt under everyone's feet!" He yelled. There was an ominous silence and the feeling of water trickling down my cheeks. I couldn't look at him, couldn't face the fact. I let go of his hand and made my way quickly towards my room and refused to let it all out until I dead bolted the door and Silencio'd the room.

Malfoy didn't really do or say anything wrong. He was just telling the truth.

And the truth hurt.

I hoped you liked it. Pippi has been sorted and Augustus will be sorted later through the story. The only hint I will give is that I hope you are a fan of Roald Dahl. I'll try to update tomorrow. Thanks again everyone and keep reviewing.

Cheers!

Brisbane Harrinator