Reunion of Sorts

Rose's POV

I stayed rooted at the spot watching my idiot of a cousin making out with the girl who tried to ruin everything for Eve. Oh and broke his heart fifth year after she snogged that other bloke. I wanted to throw up.

"Hey." I looked up and saw Scorpius, who took my hand comfortingly. "I know."

"Well the whole fucking school is watching it right now. Why is he so stupid?"

"He's one of your family," Scorpius pointed out. For once, I didn't disagree with him. My entire family was a bunch of wankers.

"Come on, let's go down to the dungeons. It's quiet."

"The Slytherin dungeons?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Oh come on, I've been here. You come there." I took one look at the party around me and realized how much I wanted to leave. I nodded and followed him out of the portrait hole.

/

The dungeons were dark and damp, but the common room was surprisingly warm. There were more fireplaces than in our common room, which made sense. There was green everywhere and it was almost nice. There were three kids sitting in a circle somewhere in the corner of the common room. I recognized one of them from Arithmancy. The other one was in sixth year with James. And then there was Zabini, who was sneering at me as usual.

The girl from Arithmancy stood up upon Scorpius's arrival and made a beeline for him.

"Who is this?" she demanded, seeing me. "Looks like a Weasley."

"She is a Weasley," Scorpius said forcefully. "Lay off, she's my best friend."

"Oh so you two aren't going?" she asked, her face back to its sickly sweet composure.

"No, we aren't," Scorpius said quietly. "What do you want Helen?"

"Hogsmeade tomorrow. Go with me?" she asked. Scorpius looked toward me, which was weird. I shrugged, not knowing what he wanted me to say, and he turned back to her and nodded.

"Sounds fine. I'll meet you here in the morning."

"Good," she said, before going back to the three-person group, who were all now snickering. Bloody Slytherins. I didn't even know why I was irritated. Well, other than the fact that my cousin was an idiot. Scorpius led me up to his dormitory and the girl who was apparently named Helen was glaring at me when I turned to look back.

His dormitory was empty and I sat down on his bed next to him.

"So, you going to hit that?" I asked jokingly. Scorpius frowned. "What, don't you usually make some sort of reference to that?"

"Rose, I should probably tell you the truth. I… well I'm a—I haven't really ever hit that."

I looked at him in surprise. "What is it with everyone and lying about sex? Why'd you lie about those American girls and Parkinson and that other one girl—what's her name, Michelle? And then that Hufflepuff, Cassidy?"

"Because I'm a bleedin' Malfoy. Everyone thinks I should be hitting that. And to be honest, Michelle, Cassidy, and Patricia all told everyone that they slept with me before I told anyone. So they kind of wanted to lie."

"That's gross," I said, making a face.

"Yeah I found it kind of weird too. But I'm fifteen. I mean—I don't know. Not quite ready for anything more than the occasional snog."

"Scorp, it's fine," I said, touching his hand. "Thanks for telling me the truth though. I appreciate it." He squeezed my hand back and we both laid back and closed our eyes.

"So now that I'm up here," I began, "I should go down and tell everyone I did the dirty. Would I be revered amongst the Serpents because I have had the very highly regarded opportunity to have sex with the marvelous Scorpius Malfoy?"

"Your sarcasm hurts me," he says in mock seriousness.

"James is such a tool," I say, sighing.

"Amen to that."

/

Rose's POV

I awoke with a start. I was still in Scorpius's bed, resting on his shoulder. I really needed to stop falling asleep all night with him. It was going to come off as looking weird. I sat up and saw a bunch of Slytherin boys in all the other beds, snoring loudly. I rolled my eyes. All boys were the same, Slytherin or Gryffindor. I shoved Scorpius.

"Rose," he grumbled, "you're so bloody beautiful."

I stared at him. "Scorpius, wake up. You have a date to get to."

He opened an eye and groaned. "Damnit."

I just stared at him, trying to figure out what in God's name he was dreaming of to say something like that to me. I shook it off, realizing he's probably being sarcastic in his dream.

/

Eve's POV

I was down in the common room, staring out the window. The aftermath of the party didn't leave the tower looking any worse for wear. The House Elves really know their stuff. Mom had sent me a letter. She was coming down for a visit today—they were bringing her to Hogsmeade. I would be seeing her for the first time since August. It had wiped the James fiasco right out of mind. Laney, Reed, Dona, and Liz all filled me in on how she was back though. She hadn't come back up to the dormitories (obviously) and so in the night, when they all came back up, I asked them why. They said she said she had only been suspended, not expelled.

And she knew how to come back with a bang, alright.

But all of that seemed so irrelevant, due to the fact that I'd be seeing my mother in a few short hours. I had gotten up ages ago and gotten dressed. There were now a few people trickling down but no one bothered me, especially after last night's fiasco. My stomach felt queasy. What would she look like? Maybe her letters weren't real. Maybe she really hated me, but the place where she was didn't let her write that kind of stuff. These thoughts were so consuming I didn't notice when someone sat in the armchair next to mine.

"Hello Evelyn," I turned to see a particularly ugly seventh year. "Have a date to Hogsmeade?"

"No," I snapped. My bitch mode was once again back. There really was no way to get rid of it at this point. People really, really, aren't worth trusting. Look what I did—put my trust in someone just to have it all thrown back in my face.

"So you'll want to go with me," he said, as if he was stating it and not asking it. I turned to glare at him.

"Are you for fucking real?" I asked flatly. His look became a glare. "I don't even know your name."

"Everyone knows me name," he said pompously, but angrily too. "I'm Tom Yeller. So we'll go together yeah?"

"No. Not in a million years," I said harshly. To which he stood up and said something really weird.

"You'll pay for this." Is this guy serious? I almost laugh I'm so amused by his idiocy.

"Why were you talking to Yeller?" Rose said, coming up to me. She was watching the back of Yeller with a dark look in her eyes.

"I wasn't. He was talking to me," I said.

"Stay away from him. He went out with this girl when I was in third year and then she disappeared after she dumped him. Therese I think her name was. Anyway, there were rumors of rape and stuff going around. But obviously, Therese wasn't here to confirm or deny."

"Whatever. Hogwarts is known for spreading vicious rumors. Anyway, he's ugly as hell," I say bluntly. Rose shrugs and sighs.

"Anyway, I guess I have to go find Marc. We have a date."

"Good," I said, absently. "I'll see you in Hogsmeade."

/

Rose's POV

He looked cute and handed me puffpods as soon as I walked up to him. He even dropped them on the ground before he gave them to me so they burst into flowers. We walked to Hogsmeade together and stopped in at Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, as usual. Uncle George was there, trying to sell some first year girls love potion.

"Uncle George," I said, walking up to the desk.

"Rosie! And Rosie's friend…?"

"Marc," I said, introducing them. They shook hands and Uncle George slipped him a few Nosebleed Nougats.

"Uncle George, you honestly better be careful who you sell love potions too. I'm pretty sure those girls were from the James and Al Potter fan club," I said, watching them read the labels with evil looks in their eyes. Although, if they were for James, I'd be all for it.

What a prat.

Anyway, Uncle George looked troubled at this revelation and gave me a box of Extendable Ears, fireworks, fanged Frisbees, and a few nosebleed nougats and puking pastilles. "To tide you over until the next trip," he said happily and sent me on my way.

We talked happily and had a good time making of fun of people walking by before I stopped feeling my fingers and Marc said that we should get indoors. So we made our way to the closest pub—the Hog's Head. It was a quiet pub with a bit of a creepy bartender who looked as old as the Earth itself. But today there were only a few people inside—Eve was standing at the door, and older woman was sitting at a table, and they were staring at each other both looking awestruck. And two guys who looked like body guards were standing quite still a bit away from both of them.

"Come on," I whispered to Marc, steering him back out of the pub.

/

Eve's POV

She looked so different. I'd never seen her like this. Her skin was not yellow, her eyes were only slightly pink, and her hair was neatly done and seemed to be thriving. It was the exact shade of dark brown as mine. She didn't look completely better, but there was a vibrant, fresh air about her. And it was like I was looking at a whole new person. Not a woman who had raised me. Or rather, a woman who've I've raised.

"Evelyn," she said softly, standing up. She didn't even fall over or stumble even slightly. She looked stronger and walked toward me. I noticed the two body guards tense up at this but I shot them a glare and they let it go.

"Mom," I said, walking toward her. And when she got to me, she put her arms around me and gave me a very, very strong hug.

I stood there, still, because I was so extremely shocked at what was happening. My mother was hugging me. I didn't know what to do with my hands. Didn't James show me? I reached up and hugged her back and when I heard her sobs, I gently pulled away. I gestured at the barman (who was quite old, now that I look at it) and he pulled out two dirty glasses and began cleaning them. I led my sobbing mother back to the table and sat down next to her.

"Mom, please don't—you look fantastic," I said, trying to change the subject. It seemed to work, as she stopped sniffling and watched me.

"I… I've been trying really hard. I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I'm so, so sorry I let you down. And I know no amount of apologies can fix sixteen years of this but—"

"Mom, the fact that you tried, and you've succeeded… well that pretty much fixes it. It's what I wanted for you the whole time. I just didn't know rehab was the right way to go about it. I thought I could handle it but the problem was beyond me."

"I'm a terrible mother," she said, apparently not having heard a word of what I said. "I'll make it up to you from now on. Another six months and I'm out of here, Eve. I am. And then I'm there for you."

"I met Gary," I said suddenly. Something just came over me. She looked up at me and stared.

"Your father."

"Yes, that's the one."

"How…how is he doing?" she asked. "And…"

"Well, I didn't seek him out. A friend did. He came by and told me how sorry he was for leaving and that he wanted to make it up to me. I told him to fuck off."

My mother looks taken aback. "But Evelyn, you should give him a chance."

"Why?" I asked, getting angry. I thought she would take my side, having been abandoned as well.

"Because it was my fault. I refused him any contact with you. I was selfish. I was scared he'd take you from me. He tried until the day I left for the rehabilitation center."

Well this was new information.

/

Rose's POV

I wondered what Eve was doing with that woman. It made me completely ignore poor Marc, who had to keep repeating himself. She looked a bit like her, the woman. I thought it might be her mother, but I completely dismissed it. How could it be? Her mother was in rehab in America.

"Rose!" I looked up and saw James and Renee, their arms linked. I narrowed my eyes. "Hey, I never got to thank you for the incredible—"

"Fuck off, both of you," I snapped. James looked taken aback.

"Rose what's your problem?" he asked angrily.

"My problem is her," I said bluntly. I can tell that Marc is way uncomfortable. "And the fact that you're the biggest imbecile I know."

"Come on James," Renee says coolly, dragging a very angry looking James away from us. Whatever. It was for their own goddamn good. Stupid.

"Rose, what…"

"Don't worry about it Marc. I'm freezing. Let's get to the Three Broomsticks."

/

I saw Scorpius and that girl, Helen, sitting together and I felt regretful that I wasn't sitting with Scorpius. I was in dire need of a laugh, and Scorpius knew just how to deliver. But unluckily I was stuck with sweet Marc who had the humor of a wild boar.

The rest of the day was uneventful and we left a bit early due to the fact that we were freezing, running out of money, and I'm pretty sure neither of us were having a particularly good time. I especially thought this because of Marc completely leaving me at the foot of the girl's dormitories and turning his back without a word.

Oh well, I wasn't too bothered by it. You win some, you lose some.

/

Eve's POV

The next month went by without speaking much. In fact, I didn't think I uttered an entire word for two days straight. I managed to get by people. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to anyone—although it usually it was—I was just inside my own head. I seemed to have one parent back and restored. And it was up to me to salvage my other parent, who it seemed, didn't really do anything all that wrong. I maintained that he could have tried harder, but it wasn't unforgivable, I supposed. But was it worth opening up to yet another person?

Seeing James and Renee around angered me. They were both assholes, and seeing them made me want to vomit. Literally. I was coming down with a tummy bug or something, but it wasn't a big deal. Every time it happened, I just lay down for a while and it passed. Although, I had a complete aversion to eggs. Oh well, I wasn't very bothered about them in any case.

Rose always tried to chat and I had given in to her a few times. She had apparently seen my mother with me but didn't know who it was. I wasn't about to talk about all that so I pretended the woman was some long lost relative of mine. Rose didn't seem to buy it but she dropped it, for which I was glad for.

She also invited me for Easter, even though it was two months away. I shrugged and said yes. Not like I had much penciled in and I still liked the Weasleys. All except for James anyway.

My mother and I had been conversing regularly, sending letters back and forth. She seemed to have really changed, with no seeming chance of a relapse. She sounded happy, which was an immense relief for me. I gradually stopped worrying about her continuously in my head and was able to focus on other things. I had decided to become a Healer. I thought about the surprise Scorpius expressed on the Astronomy tower that night when I casted hypothermia spells and general health spells and realized that it was what I was good at, and it was what I wanted to do.

I had been going to Madam Pomfrey and she had become a really close mentor to me. I even started calling her Poppy and she calls me Eve now. First name basis was a nice thing. She showed me lots of techniques, tricks, and she sort of dubbed me a bit of a protégé, which was a great feeling. Even Professor Longbottom helped out by showing me the various plants that were used for various medicinal potions and things. It was keeping my mind off of stupid things like Potter and White, or my father and mother. The latter wasn't stupid, I just kept pushing it away.

"Poppy," I said, after the fifth week of me vomiting.

"Yes dear?"

"I think I have a stomach bug. I've been puking everything up for a month now," I explained. She looked up curiously at me and walked over. She pointed her wand at my stomach, closed her eyes, and began murmuring things.

Her eyes flew open.

"Eve, are you aware that you're pregnant?"

/

AN: Okay I think I got the spacing thing down okay. Tell me what you think. Love the reviews, you are fabulous! :) I'm on a roll with the writing! I do especially well before exam week, because I've got to have a good distraction, am I right?
EDIT: I added some more to this chapter like twenty minutes after publishing. Hope you didn't miss it. Obviously, it's crucial! (I'll put it in the beginning of the next one too, just in case.