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Chapter Two
Scorpius jolted up with a start but almost fell back down in shock when he saw my messed up, sooty appearance.
"What the HELL?" He yelled.
"Shut up!" I hissed. "Don't wake anyone up!"
Scorpius' grey, confused eyes pierced into my blue, scared ones.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing lying on top of me, in my bed, in the middle of the night?!" He demanded in a held back yelp.
I instantly realised the awkward position I was lying down in and quickly pulled myself off of the bed and off of Scorpius. I couldn't help the tears that came from the sheer embarrassment of it all. Here I was in Scorpius' bedroom – I stopped my mind there before I could think anything else that would fully and completely humiliate me.
"Well?"
I looked over at Scorpius cloudy grey eyes which were staring in bewilderment at me.
'Oh, he wants an answer' a foggy part of my brain recognised. Not a part that was in control of the rest of my body.
"Are you crying?!" He exclaimed.
I could understand why Scorpius was so surprised at that – I had never let him see me cry before. I didn't tell anyone, but I kind of liked that cold-bitch-with-fire-in-her-heart reputation I had built for myself.
"I," Scorpius said, softer now, as though he was afraid that I was going to fall to the floor and start bawling. "What – I don't mean to be rude – but, what on earth are you doing here?"
"Well...um...I just..."
My stuttering came to a halt as he got out of his bed and to his feet. He was dressed in nothing but black boxers. My stomach suddenly dropped and I almost gasped in surprise. The annoying sod – wearing boxers in the middle of flipping winter! It was unreasonable, but I felt he had dressed that way just to spite me; even though I knew that he had had no idea I was going to be in his room in the middle of the night. I glared at him. Scorpius didn't take any notice but looked down at me questioningly. Looked down. The blonde boy was annoyingly one of the only guys (who weren't in my family) that were taller than me when I was in heels. Small heels, but still.
"What the hell happened to you?" Scorpius exclaimed, knocking me out of my reverie. "You're covered in soot!"
I looked down at my ruined clothes and shrugged. It didn't matter anyway. I had something more important to tell him.
"You can't go around like that! Here-"
Scorpius pushed me into a bathroom that was adjoined to the room, switched on the shower, threw me a fresh towel and shut the door.
"And you're not coming out until you're clean!" He said through the door.
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I rolled my eyes. Trust Scorpius to be nice to me when I wanted his arrogance. I needed something to fight against at the moment but Scorpius was acting like a true friend. It was probably because it was Christmas. I sighed and decided I might as well have a shower now. I heard Scorpius mutter something and the door clicked – he'd locked it. I must have looked worse than I'd thought. Avoiding looking into the full length mirror I quickly shedded my clothes and stepped into the deliciously warm shower. It was the perfect thing after running around barefoot on a cold marble floor. I hummed to myself for a few minutes and then, without thinking, used Scorpius' shampoo to wash the black out of my hair. My eyes popped open when I smelt the scent; that striking, masculine scent that I loved so much.
Masculine scent.
Which I now had all over my hair. Great. Now, not only was I tall enough to be boy, I also smelled like a boy. I groaned in frustration.
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After spending a good fifteen more minutes in the shower trying to get the smell to go, but failing – mainly because I liked it too much – I finally emerged. As I dried myself, I realised that I didn't have any other clothes to change into. My pyjamas were wrecked.
"Um...Scorpius?" I cringed at the embarrassing situation. "I don't have a change of clothes."
There was silence outside the bathroom for a moment and I thought Scorpius had left, but then I heard a rustling and the door unlocked. Scorpius walked in with one hand shielding his eyes and the other carrying a t-shirt and boxers.
"These are the smallest things I have – they're from last year."
He held out the clothes blindly. I took them and smiled at him.
"Thank you," I said accidentally brushing his hand with mine.
He stiffened but then left the room and shut the door again, giving me my privacy. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics and politeness – since when did Scorpius try to not catch a girl naked? It wasn't anything he'd not seen before. I slipped into his old clothes – which were too big for me and I groaned as I saw my reflection in the mirror. I realised that at that moment, I was tall enough to be a boy; I smelled like a boy; and I was now wearing boy clothes. I just needed a penis to complete the transformation.
I tried drying my hair with my wand but it took too long so I left it a little damp. Now, I had something I needed to tell Scorpius.
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The door unlocked and Rose stepped out of the room, her hair was a dark red because of the lingering droplets of water on her waves. She was stunning. Even in my old clothes. She looked small and scared and I just wanted to pull her into my arms and keep her there until she felt better, but I restrained myself because I didn't want to look like a freak. She and I had been half friends, half enemies since as long as I could remember, well since we were eleven. I couldn't really remember a time when I didn't consider my every move to make sure it would annoy Rose. But in all our years of social contact, I had never once seen her look so vulnerable. She had cried – cried! Rose didn't cry! It was just unthought-of. One of the laws of the universe: E=mc2 and Rose Weasley does not cry. Although I'd never admit it, it made me unhappy to see her upset.
"Do you want to take a seat?" I offered lamely.
Okay, I know I'm meant to be the Prince of Smooth but it was past midnight and my crown had gone missing. However, she nodded slowly and sat on the edge of my bed. I sat down next to her.
"So, what's up?"
Another display of my renowned charm and wit.
"I have something to tell you."
I raised my eyebrows. What could this be about?
"Is it important enough to come to my grandparent's house on Christmas Day – Boxing Day?" I corrected myself as I checked the clock on the wall. "Then jump on me while I'm asleep in the middle of the night?"
Rose flushed indignantly and I started to see the girl I had known all these years.
"I did not jump on you! I tripped over!"
"Are my looks that captivating that you forgot the process of walking?" I smirked.
She rolled her eyes, "no. Just ugly enough for me trip over due to the shock of viewing such hideousness."
"'Hideousness': does that even classify as a word?"
She raised her eyes to the ceiling in one well-practiced, exaggerated movement which made me smile – inconspicuously of course.
"How did you get here anyway?" I wondered.
"Floo."
"Ah."
Silence reigned for a few moments as Rose looked down at her hands and I watched her. Was she going to say anything? Rose Weasley was never lost for words. What had happened to the old Rosie that I knew and lo...um...knew? I let the stillness between us remain for a few more minutes but my Ravenclaw thirst for knowledge finally overtook me. Well, that was my excuse anyway – to be honest, I'm just nosy.
"Not to disturb this fascinating conversation, Weasley, but what are you actually doing here?"
She looked up at me with apprehensive eyes again and I felt the sparks of fear start to flame in my guts. What had happened that could make Rose scared?
"Please don't be mad," she whispered.
"Why would I be mad? Rose, what's going on?"
Her eyes suddenly widened and she leaped up and into my bathroom slamming the door shut behind her, locking me out.
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I threw myself into Scorpius' bathroom, closing the door on his confused face. I had hardly reached the loo when I threw up violently.
"Ugh," I said after the vomiting had subsided. "This is gross."
I flushed the toilet and stood up again, cleaning myself up with a few quick, non-verbal spells.
"Rose," I heard Scorpius' unsure voice outside the door. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said hoarsely then drank a glass of water to cool my burning throat.
"Are you sure you're fine?" He called.
I almost smiled at his genuine concern. He was turning into quite a gentleman – well, he still had a way to go. He knocked on the door.
"Rose, I think you should let me come in," he said gently but firmly.
"Alright, one second."
I quickly cast a few more spells so that everything, including myself, had returned back to the way it was and then I unlocked the door to let Scorpius in. He took one look at me and pulled me back into his room and made me sit on the bed. He then opened his bedside drawer and pulled out what looked like a spell book.
"Sickness...sickness...ah found it!" He muttered. "Paleness, fatigue..."
I obviously hadn't performed enough concealment charms...
"What happened, Rose?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes.
Early-morning sickness I thought but I said, "I must have eaten too much of Grandma Weasley's Christmas dinner. She cooked enough for the whole of Hogwarts!"
Scorpius looked unconvinced and I started to wonder if he had already figured out what was going on.
"Is it...?" He faltered.
"Go on," I encouraged – maybe he already knew! Maybe I wouldn't have to tell him!
"Is it Zabini?"
My jaw dropped. Zabini?! My ex-boyfriend? What could he possibly have done to me?
"What are you talking about?" I gaped.
"I know you thought he was a nice chap and all that but he is a bit rough around the edges. He was really upset when you broke up with him. He's hasn't, you know...?" He trailed off.
What the hell was he talking about?
"He's hasn't what?" I demanded.
"Like cursed you or anything?"
I gaped at him for a few more seconds but I couldn't keep a straight face long enough. I snorted loudly, then leaned back on his bed and rolled around with laughter. Zabini? Curse? He may have been a little rough around the edges but cursing me? He didn't hold grudges: he had a new girlfriend a week after our split. Scorpius let out a few uncertain chuckles as well.
"No, I can swear to you," I chortled. "Zabini would never even attempt to curse me."
"Well, I hoped not," he said. "I'd have to round up your cousins then go and find him."
I rolled my eyes whilst laughing harder. My cousins and he would not be working together for awhile after tonight. My giggling stopped abruptly as I remembered the reason I was here. Scorpius seemed to remember too.
"So do you actually have something to tell me or did you just come here so you could bask in my good looks?"
"Your looks have already made me fall over and throw up in the same day, Malfoy; I think you ought to stop mentioning them."
He laughed, "Fair enough."
I sighed. The laughter had completely died now. This was the moment. But I did not want to tell him. In fact, I rather wished that I had come to tell Scorpius that Zabini had cursed me.
"Well?" He pushed.
Here goes...
"I'm pregnant."
A/N Ooh, she's told him. What will happen next? Tune in next time to Chapter Three here on Revealing Secrets! And while you're tuning out, review! Hint hint. :D
