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Chapter 9: An Interruption

I, Rose Helena Granger-Weasley, promised that I would not let Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy ruin my world.

Yes, that's right. I know his name. I'll never use it to his face because Merlin only knows that'd make him too happy. But I do know it, should I ever need it.

I remember the day, six summers ago, when I went to go and find my favourite cousin, my best friend in the world, and he was sitting in a carriage, chatting away with the boy I'd just singled out to beat in every which way I could. The betrayal was potent. But it didn't matter - not at all! I had the pick of friends. My mother was climbing her way up to be the Minister of Magic, and my father was the best friend of The Boy Who Lived and saviour of the world. I didn't need that back-stabber, I could make like perfectly enjoyable without him.

And then the bullying began. I didn't do anything. Albus just wound me up so much! And that Malfoy—! I knew I had to beat him in everything. Every test, every House Cup, every social measure imaginable, every Quidditch game after he joined the team. I knew I had to fight to stay at the top in everything I did. For the first two years I spent at Hogwarts, everything I did was to establish and maintain my place at the top. Every time he whopped my arse in potions, he did it with that smile. Robotic, over-compensating and oh-so-irritating. Such a pretence of kindness that I just knew had to be hiding smugness. He'd offer me advice, or tell me to do x, y and z and insult my intelligence so obviously right to my face.

And so that's what he became to me. The one to beat. The one to eviscerate. And at all costs, the one to keep away from me. Because if I didn't fight tooth and nail for all I had by the time third year began, I would've just been Rose. Plain old boring Rose.

So I let the bullying happen. Because I couldn't watch Albus enable my destruction at the hands of his friend. Besides, it was the Malfoy's karmic payback for all their crimes.

The years rolled by and I stayed in a deadlocked combat with Malfoy. Exam after exam we battled, and finally, after years of training, I came out on top for our OWLs. I'll never forget the pride on mum's face or the smug look on dad's. I was their pride and joy that day, and that's all I needed.

So sixth year began, and I fully intended to continue my winning streak. This is where the problems began.

"Before I let you all go off to bed, I have a few words to say. As with every year, I must start with some notices. Firstly, that students must obey Mr Filch's orders: stay away from the Forbidden Forest, and the majority of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' products are banned. Please consult the board outside Mr Filch's office on the ground floor of the east wing for the full list."

Isabelle twirled a lock of her shiny black hair around her finger, and Jasmine examined the nails on her left hand. I met eyes with Lola and we shared a knowing grin. Very few people ever listened to McGonagall's speech, mostly because it was the same few bulletins followed by a quick lecture about friendship or kindness every year. Headmaster McGonagall may have been an excellent professor and transfigateur, but captivating speech giver she was not.

"Anyone who wishes to apply to their House's Quidditch team may give their name to their head of House, although only Gryffindor and Ravenclaw have vacancies this year. The Quidditch Cup will be running as usual this year and, as with each time we hold the Tournament, all the teachers give our best luck to each house."

Professor Heinrich raised an eyebrow and gave a dubious look to Headmaster McGonagall. He was always so protective of our team that he even visited us during training sometimes, just to check how we were doing. It felt like we'd personally betrayed him every time we lost - which, thankfully, wasn't as often as it used to be.

"Furthermore, House points will be awarded and taken away all year long - and the winner of the most points at the end of the year will win the House Cup. A reminder that the cup is currently in Ravenclaw's hands."

McGonagall paused, which was the cue for Isabelle to stop playing with her hair and Jasmine to stop pointing out the slight chip in the nail of her left ring finger to Paige. We all looked up, giving our rapt attention to the Headmaster.

"For many of us, there is a memory instilled in our minds of a time of complete house-unity. A day when one's House, school, and country didn't matter. House stripped away, new friendships were forged, and the world at Hogwarts briefly became a different place. " I frowned. That was far shorter than usual. "On that note, I have some news regarding a new event." Well, that made more sense. "Twenty-eight years ago, we held the Triwizard Tournament at this school," Jasmine whispered furiously into Paige's ear and I had to fight to drown it out. "Whilst we are not at all going to be re-commencing the games, there was one aspect of the tournament that still resonates very dearly in all our hearts here at the staff end of Hogwarts.

"The Yule Ball." Isabelle let out a tiny, high-pitched squee of excitement and Jasmine had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing. I would've been tempted to join her if my heart wasn't sinking so rapidly through my stomach. "It was a night of happiness before a storm of sorrow. A chance for us all to forget about Houses, class rankings, tests and any other pressures. And so we have decided to host a similar event this year; the Phoenix Ball. The ball will be held on the last weekend of the winter term, and we will pass out more details through your prefects soon. Now, off to bed with you all."

My heart plummeted. I was not made for this kind of thing. This wasn't something I could come out on top of through pure hard work. I knew there were men around me who liked me, I'd heard Al joke that even that Malfoy liked me, but it wasn't something I'd ever seriously considered. Not since Jake Andrews... I swallowed hard and avoided looking at the girls.

This ball was all the girls in my dorm could talk about, living up to every stereotype mum whined about. Paige, bouncing with energy as always was already dreaming of her fantasy evening - mostly involving punch, spiked punch, and persuading Professor Flitwick into a dance. Jasmine was feeding her fantasy quietly and scheming exactly how she could pull her plan to secure a date off, and Isabelle was probably already planning her dream dress, then her backup, then the backup to that... Lola was the only one who looked as uncomfortable as I felt.

"What if no one asks me?"

I frowned, as though the answer was so glaringly obvious everyone should see it. "Ask them yourself."

She rolled her eyes. "As if anyone would say yes."

It's true. Lola was not conventionally attractive. Short, with a blonde bob and almost eerily light blue eyes, but uneven features that no one could deny, and she never wore makeup because she 'didn't see the point' - much to Isabelle's chagrin. But it's not like I was going to say any of that aloud. "Well if they say no, then they're missing out on an evening with one of the best people I've met."

Niece of a death eater though she may be, she was still as sweet as the first days of spring. And it was better than being the son of a family full of criminals.

Lola Travers, Jasmine Thomas-Taylor, Paige Finnegan and Isabelle Moore were my roommates, and had for the most part been my friends since the very day we began at Hogwarts. Isabelle and Paige my friends from that very first train ride I spent in a carriage full of people asking me question after question and hanging on my every word... It was just a shame about the topic.

"Who would you ask, Lola?" Isabelle asked, tossing her mane of glossy black hair behind her back and smiling a goofy, dreamy smile. I always used to be so jealous of her hair when we first met - even in the mornings, it doesn't look nearly as dishevelled as mine. So maybe I am still jealous of it.

Lola flushed. "I mean, we'd all ask Louis Weasley if we could, wouldn't we?"

I scrunched up my nose. "I'll pass, thanks." I held up my hands.

"Even if he's that fit?" Paige prodded.

"Even if he's that fit." I sighed, rolling my eyes. But I couldn't help laughing with them.

"I hope that Aneil asks me..." Isabelle sighed, falling back on her bed.

"Why? So you can reject him?" Paige asked with a snort.

"Of course! And then, I can go with someone really hot and make him pay for makin' fun of my accent." She smiled devilishly. Her mother had come over from American and quite literally bumped into her dad in Leeds, so Isabelle would have us all believe, and her mother's Texan accent slowly crept into her voice over the years. She must've told us the same story of how Aneil has said it sounded - what was the word... 'Hill-Baily?' - at least seven times, through tears.

"That's almost Jas-levels of scheming," Paige replied with wide, stunned eyes. Jasmine raised a slender eyebrow and chose to respond with only a smirk. That smirk did not bode well for the boys of Hogwarts.

Lola laughed. "Well, well. Hide your boys. Jasmine's on the lookout for a hot guy again."

It put my mind at rest, watching them discuss their dream dates. Almost enough to forget how that Malfoy stared at me all the way through McGonagall's announcement. He really must be stupid if he thought I don't notice.

And so sixth hear began. I felt like a graceful swan, or more likely a duck; perfectly calm above water but struggling madly to stay afloat where no one could see.

Isabelle was the first to receive an invitation to the Ball, then Jasmine, and Paige closely afterwards. Where Paige and Isabelle were the bright and shining sun, Jasmine was the cold and quiet moon. Truthfully, we didn't get along at all for years. She could be so icy and blunt to strangers that she rubbed me the wrong way, and my aloofness at that chided at her, too. But a shared cold in third year brought us together. As we lay in beds next to each other for three consecutive days, I realised that she was just blunt about what she said, and she understood that I had built up towering walls around myself but they were made of glass. We never looked back since.

My first invitation came on a rainy Thursday night. Jamie Rogers, a sweet but plain Ravenclaw asked to meet me outside the astronomy tower at six in the evening. He was nice, but I had to say no. Sometimes he'd be talking, and I was perfectly aware of the words he was saying but I just couldn't help thinking of how... boring he was. He could make the story of Uncle Harry being chased by a dragon dull as dry wood.

I was wandering back through the castle from that when the second invitation came.

My legs had taken me back a long way from the tower, down to the first floor where I'd heard the Slytherin Common Room entrance was - not that I would know such a thing, or care - when suddenly, I heard voices. Whispers. Men. They came closer.

"... being psycho and pretending that she didn't contribute to that elephant stamp on your back?"

Oh. Albus. I rolled my eyes at own stupidity. I didn't need to hide from Albus. He was almost like a second brother to me. I was about to push the creaky wooden door open when another voice rang through the silent night air.

"Pretty much."

Ah. Malfoy. I almost jumped back into the cupboard. He was the last person I wanted to deal with. He was... many things. Too many things this year. A distraction that was absolutely not needed.

Silence fell and they came a bit closer. I found myself wondering in the absence of any distraction what they meant by 'elephant stamp' on Malfoy's back. A tattoo? Ohh... No-! Could it be— was he a part of some new Death Eater cult...? It wouldn't surprise me. He is the son of one, the grandson of another. It practically runs in his blood by now.

"So, library?" As soon as the words reached me I had to hold back a snigger. Albus - go to the library? He never went there!

"I've got no idea, really."

"Butterbeer from the kitchens?"

"Couldn't refuse you."

I rolled my eyes. Some prefect.

One set of footsteps faded away as another came towards me. Please be Albus, please be Albus-! I pleaded internally, and as the door opened a sliver, I didn't have time to see who it was before I pulled them inside and shut the door.

It was dark, but I heard their scream before the darkness enveloped us. As though my hand had been in a puddle of stinksnap I yanked it away.

"What the Hell, Malfoy?" In this cruel world, he, of all people, was the one person, of course, I had to be shut in a cleaner's cupboard with. Of all the cliches of all the genres, it was this rom-com excuse of a trope that I had to get stuck in a cupboard with such an arsehole.

I looked him up and down as he dithered. He'd got taller since last year. And he'd grown into his features so he didn't look about twelve anymore. His hair a bit was longer, too.

"I was uh... practising. For… the…" an unbearably long pause. "Toad choir." Evidently, he hadn't got any sharper this summer.
"The toad choir? You're in that?" A vague flicker of hope that he might actually be somewhat interesting.

"No. But I want to be."

It wasn't a strong flicker, anyway. "Right."

"B-but, what do I owe the honour to?"

"Honour?" It was all I could do not to scoff in his face. "I was heading back from somewhere."

"Somewhere?"

My eyes widened in shock. He'd never so much of talked to me before unless it was to insult my intelligence or say something stupid. What on Earth was this? A personality transplant? I let out a sharp breath, folding my arms over my chest. "If you must know, I was on my way back from seeing Jamie Rodgers."

"Rodgers?" Something passed over his eyes that I didn't quite catch. I'd never noticed the colour of his eyes before. Grey...

Interesting.

"Yes. He was asking me to the Ball." It felt wonderful to be able to lord over him a victory that he surely wouldn't achieve. Even if he was social suicide to any other house but Slytherin, I'm sure even one of them wouldn't have had the balls to ask him yet - if ever. I smiled, and not caring one jot if the smugness showed.

"Rose!" His voice was strangely strangled. "Wannagototheballwithme?" He blurted out as though he threw up the words all at once.

For the first time since the end of last year, I felt as though the world was standing still for one, two heartbeats. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "Sorry?"

"WANT TO GO TO THE BALL WITH ME?" He accidentally shouted, and then drained of all colour within a second. My heart seemed to compensate for those two lost beats and pounded out an insecure crescendo on my heart. I didn't even know what to think. My ears were ringing, and yet it was like I was underwater.

"Uh, okay," I mumbled, my eyes wide as I backed out of the corridor slow enough to not startle him out of his daze. The last thing I wanted right now was for more comments from Malfoy. "I'm just going to-" I finally made it out of the corridor and into the fresh air, seeing Albus and two of his Slytherin friends traipsing with him with a crate of butterbeer between them, before I ran off. And I ran, and ran and ran, and made it to the portrait hole faster than I'd ever known I could.

"In a hurry, dear?"

I didn't say anything, I just nodded, huddled over and gasping for dear life. "Leon- idas." I panted, and the hole swung open. Clambering through, my breathing returned somewhat to normal as I surveyed the common room. The two biggest gossips I knew, Isabelle and Jasmine, had said they'd wait up for me to hear what went on, and I suspected Paige and Lola would be corralled into doing the same, too. Sure enough, there they were. Huddled in a corner between a group of second and fourth years, entertaining my cousins Freddie and Lily. It was always cold in that corner because of the way the drafts swirled around Gryffindor Tower, so it was only ever occupied by the people who couldn't find a seat anywhere else, or the fastest person to claim the seats in the impossibly hot summers - when the sunshine lit up the tower like a furnace.

"Rosie? You look like you took a quaffle to the head." Isabelle asked me as I perched on the arm of the sofa she and Paige were currently sprawled across.

I just blinked. Even I didn't know what had really happened.

"No... Nothing. It's nothing." It would be nothing, if it decided it was.

But I couldn't quite get the idea out of my mind.

It clung to me. He clung to me. And before I knew it, I was like the hopeless lead in one of mum's stashed of muggle romance books. A woman falling for the man she least suspected. How cliched. Except, I was absolutely never going to fall in love with him because he was the last living embodiment of the Malfoy family, and at any point in my life any sort of endearment twoards him beyond infatuation with his frustratingly good looks would be impossible.

I still felt like I was being burnt alive when I saw him kissing Mia Clarke. And that image, that picture of his lips on hers was all that I could think about for so long afterwards... That it was her... and not...

As much as I had never expected an invitation from Malfoy, I had been expecting one from Daniel Wood. It wasn't hard to expect. He was practically drooling every time I caught him staring at me. I may've even considered it had I not felt so very strange about the fact that he was over a year younger than me. It just didn't sit quite right with me. Besides, I barely knew him, and the best kind of love came from friends. No good had ever come from falling in love at first sight. Well, except for auntie Ginny. Even then, she told me that she'd given up hope of ever getting Harry to fall in love with so fast as she'd fallen for him, so they became friends. Love grows out of friendship. It's just how it is. Anything else is lust, and can only lead to bad things, no matter how firmly you believe in it or chase it.

I also knew that night that I was not alone. Malfoy has remarkably reflective hair, it's not difficult to see him in the night. But I still let Daniel Wood offend Albus and Malfoy, even when I knew they were listening. For the first time, I had to restrain from wincing as he did it. It was like the guilt that had been missing for six years finally kicked in. Talk about timing.

Of course I also knew Albus would come and talk to me that night - because nobody knew how to work themselves into a tizzy quite like Albus Potter.

"Rosie?" Phoebe Allsop, the Gryffendor seeker tapped me on the shoulder that evening as I was engrossed in my potions book. "Albus is outside. Says he won't leave until you come out."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Phoebe. I'll go now before he tries to guess the password again."

Once, when we fought really badly last year, he guessed all the passwords he could possibly imagine until finally, after three hours, guessed the right one. It's the closest a Slytherin has ever got to entering Gryffendor tower. When the portrait hole swung open and he was standing on the other side, no one even spoke. We'd had no choice but to make up after that debacle.

Albus was pacing the floor outside the portrait when I got out of the common room.

"Finally, dear. I thought he was going to wear a hole in the floor!" The Fat Lady commented.

"Yeah, he might do at this rate." It paid to be nice to the Fat Lady. She could remind you of the password or not rat you out to Filch.

"Rose."

"Al. What's up?"

He stopped pacing and fixed me with an icy glare. It's not like I hadn't seen this coming.

"I heard something about you."

"Oh, go on." I pulled him over to the small inlet next to the Gryffindor Tower corridor as I heard a pack of students approaching. "If it's something else from Malfoy or any of your other little friends you already know it's not true. Except for Alfie, actually. He's nice. And there really some potential there for-"

"Rosie!" He growled. He could be such a petulant child sometimes.

"What is it, Al?" I sighed, crossing my arms.

"I heard that you've been invited by a load of boys already."

I dropped my expression of feigned intrigue in shock. This was not what I'd been expecting. "I... I don't know what you want me to say."

"Well- I hear something about you with Jake Andrews, too."

He scowled, Not even meeting my eyes.

"Oh- come on! I- What exactly did you hear about that?" I winced, trying desperately not to let panic show on my face. I knew that James knew about what had happened, he saw it, but I made him swear that he wouldn't tell!

"Just that you were 'friendly'," he drew heavily air-quotes around that word.

I let out a heavy sigh. "Oh. I mean, I guess...?"

Albus deadpanned at me.

"It was just- one time!"

"What!?"

"Albus!" I clamped a hand over his mouth. "I just- I... it wasn't anything like that, calm down. I'll tell you later."

"Fine. Christmas, yeah?" Albus' scowl faded.

"Yeah." I was already dreading it.

Last Christmas holiday, Al and I had made up for good. And so we started a (clearly very strong) tradition of sharing secrets every Christmas eve before the clock struck midnight. Last year he found out that I maybe sort of cheated in three divination tests, and I discovered the full story of why Albus really hated his dad for so long.

"Anyway, it's just... Someone said something, made it sound like you'd been getting around."

I couldn't help it. It was like I was trained by my mother for moments like this. "And that is any of your concern— how? It's not the 18th century anymore, Al, you aren't responsible for any reputation that may or may not get me."

He narrowed his eyes at me again. "I don't want people taking advantage of my cousin! It's not right!"

"But why's it your problem? What if I was Paige or Isabelle or Jasmine— if they had a 'reputation', what's it to you?"

"I just— it's because I know you. And because you're my closest cousin. They aren't."

The anger abated as I looked into his far too innocent, puppy-dog eyes. He was irritatingly good at that. "Okay..." it was was still problematic, to say the least. "I get it. I get why you get so up in arms. But Al, look, it's really no big deal. Dominique got around half her year!" He snorted. I couldn't help but laugh. "You see? It's really no problem. And any idiot who uses that as an insult - well, just look at your friends!"

"That's true. Max and Joshua really have a way with the women."

"No, Al. They just look good and talk to us." I gave him a wry smile. It wasn't hard to miss the enormous crush he has on Lydia, not when he spent most of Potions staring at her. "They just talk to us like we're normal people, not a target or some foreign species. Y'know, like you should with Lydia." I added, with a wry smile.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Malfoy told you."

The mention of his name gave me a jolt and my mouth suddenly became very dry. Albus raised his eyebrows at me. "Is there something I should know? Are you two secretly madly in love?"

"Merlin, no! No one's that good of an actor."

Albus laughed. "That's true. I mean the hate you have for him is palpable."

I shifted. He thought I hated him? I didn't hate... almost anyone. "Well- it's not like I hate him. He just gets on my nerves. A lot. And he's really smug - you know that smile he does when he beats me in a test?"

"Oh, yeah..." Albus hmmed.

"And anyway, he's not really on my radar at all." Besides, I only wanted to snog him a little bit these days. I felt my cheeks redden at the thought. It wasn't one I'd dared acknowledge had even passed my mind before. Oh Merlin, this really wasn't going well. Why now? Why during the middle of N.E. ? Why couldn't this hormone-fulled crisis have come either in fourth year or after final exams next year?!

"Oh? Really. Okay." I knew from his tone that he absolutely did not believe me. "So, anyone I should worry about?"

"'Worry'? Al- Dumbledore you can be dense! You should only ever 'worry' if I went out with a mountain troll, or someone who is clearly an absolute pillock." Oh, look, like Malfoy!

"No- wait! No, I just mean that I, as a male, know who all the awful men are."

"And I, as a female, am free to do whatever I please with whomsoever I please."

"Alrighty. As long as it's not Daniel Wood."

I raised a brow.

"He's an arsehole, let's face it."

"Yeah. I'll give you that. I promise no Daniel Wood."

He paused, crossing his arms. "Do you even know who you're going with?"

I shook my head. "To the Ball? Nope. No one in mind at all, to be honest." I wondered if perhaps I was overcompensating slightly.

If he was suspicious, then it was exemplary acting coming from the boy who, whilst trying to lie to his parents, had ended up holding his breath for so long and gone so red he collapsed.

But that evening, I was again forced to face the fact that stupid Malfoy was on my mind. I began noticing him around me all the time. I thought I was going crazy at first, he seemed to appear everywhere. In the library, I'd see him and even notice when his face looked drawn or when he'd take out parchment letters and smile non-robotically to himself.

The more I watched him, the more confusing he got. Malfoy, the potion-brewing competitive as hell Slytherin did not have feelings. He just had that plastered-on smile and snide comments here and there. It felt good to tease him and ignore his existence because he was just so damned irritating!

But the quidditch match was where things really went to shit. That morning spelt the beginning of the end for the tattered idol I'd abused in my head for six long years.

I'd just finished spreading the thick strawberry jam over my toast when I heard his voice over the silencing hall.

"...why don't you put her down now?"

I looked up and saw Daniel Wood grasping a small girl by her collar. He dropped her, and with a gasp, I saw her almost fall and crack her skull open on the Hufflepuff table.

"What in the name of sweet Merlin-?!" Paige uttered in a strangled whisper from next to me.

"Is that Scorpius?" Rhys Owens asked, almost to himself. If there was one person in my year who was bothered by Malfoy as much as me, it was him.

"What in the hell is happening?" Jasmine whispered breathlessly.

"Half your team shouldn't be allowed to play, anyway - filthy spawn of death eaters and criminals." Daniel Wood growled back and stormed to the end of the Hufflepuff table. I felt dread build inside me. I saw Jasmine and Paige meet eyes across the table but didn't turn to join their silent conversation. My nails dug into the palms of my hands. Something was coming. I could feel it, like the furious clouds could feel a storm coming or the sickly plants could feel their deaths at winter's clutching hands.

Albus pulled at the edges of Malfoy's robe, but he ignored it, his face contorting between a black scowl and passionate defiance.

"Don't judge us for things we never had control over! Judge us for who we are instead. We aren't just Slytherins, some of us are in Gryffindor, in Ravenclaw — in your own house! We aren't our fathers and our mothers. It's fine to not like us, but don't just presume we're terrible for something that happened over twenty years ago, and that we can't change even if we'd give our lives to!"

His words rang out over the Great Hall, and Malfoy suddenly faded to a shade paler than usual like he was coming out of a trance. He looked around, uncomfortable, and then sat as quickly as he stood. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He was right.

He was right. To my shame, he was right. I felt the tension released like a snapped elastic band. He was right, and I couldn't take that away from him. I was part of the whole problem.

I hated him, because I told myself he must be awful. I tortured what I thought he was, because I'd made him the villain in my head. The Malfoy I was staring at now wasn't a smug, mechanical son of a death eater. I didn't want to make fun of this man. He was shy, smiling sheepishly as his friends praised him. He was flushing, not smirking. Beaming like a joyous child, not a slick git. And his eyes were happy, not void of anything resembling emotion.

He was human. He was real. He was not the monster I'd created in my head.

Like the floor had collapsed from under me, I realised how much of a terrible mistake I'd made. I'd never done something so awful for so long before. A tight ball of shame knotted itself in my stomach. I couldn't drag myself out of this problem with intelligence alone. My name couldn't fix this. I couldn't explain it away with a smile and flourish of confidence. I had to confront what I'd done, how I'd been at the root of all the pain I'd just heard in his voice.

I stared into his eyes. They shone almost silver in the brief flash of light amidst the gloomy clouds. He stared at me. I almost gasped as though a gigantic bolt of lightning jolted my heart.

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

I'm sorry.

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