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AN: I am sorry, sorry, sorry, that this took so long! I've been so busy! But here's the next chapter.

Chapter Eleven

One week later, Rose finally woke up. After dying twice, she went into a coma. No one knew if she'd wake up again, but she did. As she opened her eyes, she would have rathered that she never woke up then to have to face him.

"W-what are you d-doing here?" she asked him. Her voice was so quiet that it surprised her that he even heard her. His head had been in his hands, and she didn't know why. She thought he'd be happy if she was gone.

"Rose?" he asked, taking on of her hands into his and holding it to his chest. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy." she said, pulling her hand away from him. She noticed how his eyes got sad, but she really didn't care. It was all an act. "Why am I in here, anyway?"

"You-you tried to kill yourself." he said, looking down at his feet.

"That's stupid. I never tried to off myself."

"Rosie, you took about seven times the reccommended dose of Oxycontin. Why else would you to that?"

"I just wanted the fucking pain to go away!"

In other circumstances, Scorpius would have teased her about cussing. "Hush, Rose. Don't strain your voice."

"Why do you even give a damn about me? Don't you have a girlfriend to go mess around with?"

"A girlfriend?" he asked, touching her cheek, "Rosie, baby, is that what this is all about? Because I haven't had a girlfriend since last year!"

"I find that somewhat hard to believe. Why would Violet lie about that? She seemed very convincing to me! No, this is not about that! Why would I give a damn if you had a girlfriend or not? Don't touch me, and don't ever call me baby."

Scorpius was hurt. It was like she kept stabbing his heart over and over and over... "Violet? What did she say?"

"She said enough."

"Rose, whatever she said... she lied! She's a Slytherin! She's cunning and vicious, and... and you can't believe anything she says!"

"Exactly. So how am I supposed to ever believe you?"

Scorpius gaped at her because he didn't know what to say. Whatever Violet told her... he wanted to strangle her. Rose was staring up at the ceiling. What had he done to that strong girl he'd known last year? "Look at me."

She shook her head and bit her lip.

"Come on Rose. Look at me, please."

She did. She looked at his red, puffy eyes and his wet cheeks. She looked at his messy blonde hair and adorable little mole, the bruises still visible on his perfect face. His soft lips she'd yet to feel anywhere but her hand and... "Scorpius."

"Yeah?"

"The thing with Albus... he beat you up?"

"I was double teamed."

"Why'd you do it?"

"I was mad about you. And I blamed him."

"Right." she said, looking back at the ceiling. "Well I'm glad your better."

Thinking about the day she'd gone to make up with him in that same room, when she'd seen him kissing Violet... she'd almost forgotten about that. "I remember what happened, Malfoy."

"What?"

"When you stuck your tongue down Violet's throat. I remember that."

"Merlin, Rose! She was all over me-"

"Right. I don't need details. I'm just a little immature girl, remember. You need a woman. Anyway, she's probably waiting for you."

"What are you talking about, Rosie?"

"Just go, Malfoy. I'm sick of you lying to me so much."

"Rose, I'm not lying to you!"

"I'm sick of your shit, just go! You're giving me a headache!"

"Rosie, please."

Rose curled up in a ball and cried. "I wish I'd died. Why did they have to try so hard? I just want to die."

Scorpius got out of the chair and knelt down beside her bed, ignoring the tears running down his own face. "No, Rosie. No, no, you don't want that."

"Yes I do. I don't want to be here, I want to die. Why didn't they just let me die?"

"No, Rose. I don't know what I would have done if you were gone, I-I don't know. I want you here, Rose."

She started believing him. She looked up at him and reached out for his hand. She kissed the middle of his palm, but then dropped it like it was on fire. "No,no, no. I'm not going to let you do this to me again, Malfoy. Leave."

Rose's head started to pound and she didn't want him to see her in pain. It got harder for her to breathe and her vision was getting distorted. "Please, just go."

Scorpius felt like he died a little inside. She was begging him to leave. She probably never wanted to see his face again. Ever. But she didn't understand how he was starting to... feel things. Things he never thought he could ever feel.

He got up, and despite what he wanted, he left. Before he'd gone, he swore to himself he'd come back the next day.

Rose watched him go, and felt like... well, a bitch. But he didn't really want to be around her. It was all an act. She was just a stupid little half-blood. She pulled the hand that had still been under the blankets and rubbed her eyes. She felt something fall onher face and picked it up. She held it out and she almost sobbed. The flower. The flower she'd been about to give him when she saw him and... Why did he even pick it up?

Madame Pompfrey walked in with a foul looking potion on a tray. She set the tray on the small willow wood table next to the bed. "Goodness, you've finally woken up!"

"I suppose I have." she said, playing with the litttle flower on the palm of her hand.

"I'll have to get you a new potion dear. You'll be in here for a while. Good thing you woke up, that boy hasn't gotten any sleep since you've been in here!"

"Who, Albus? I need to talk to him and tell him that he was right about-"

"Oh, no! I haven't seen Mr. Potter here at all! I was talking about Scorpius! He's been here everyday, when he had breaks from classes, during meals, after classes, all night up until about two in the morning! He spent the night these past two days!"

"Scorpius?" she asked, looking at the mediwitch, then back at the flower.

"Yes! That boy is completely infatuated with you!"

Rose scoffed. "He doesn't really believe in that kind of business."

"Well maybe it's different with you, dear."