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Amortentia	By : goldensnitch18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Scorpius/Rose Views: 13221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Story: Amortentia
Synopsis: In their sixth year, rivals Rose and Scorpius have a moment of terrifying clarity when they both inhale the sweet smell of Amortentia. One year later, Rose is finally single and Scorpius is determined to snog the crazy out of her.
Rating: M
Pairing: Scorpius/Rose
Chapter Three: Rowan
The next day, Rose and Scorpius handed out copies of the prefects schedule at breakfast. She handed out to the girls in each house and he took care of the boys. Rose knew better than to stay around and chat after handing them out because she knew there would be those who would want her to change their schedule, so she ate her breakfast quickly with her friends, handed out the parchments, and left the Great Hall.
She wanted to get ahead some more because she knew this was probably her last weekend without Quidditch Practice. Aaron Boot, the Ravenclaw Captain, was just as crazy as the three other Captains. She was surprised she hadn’t received a summons to a meeting already. She knew that Albus was having the Slytherin team together on Monday to “talk strategy.”
While she was eager to get ahead, Rose was not eager to be locked in the Heads Library with Scorpius all day and there was no way of knowing if he was there without going into the room. This led Rose to decide to head to the school library instead in search of a quiet corner. She found one easily enough considering there were probably less than ten students in the entire library that day. Most of the students were enjoying this weekend with friends and not reading or studying for N.E.W.T.s, but she was not most students. This plan worked for about an hour. Rose was reading her Ancient Runes text when the first Prefect showed up. It was Riley Greene, a sixth year Slytherin girl. “Rose.”
“Hey, Riley.”
“Hey … so … can we talk about this?” She asked and without pausing to get an answer she continued talking. “I'm on Friday and Saturday rounds.”
“Yes, you are.”
“That hardly seems fair.”
“Your grades slipped last year when you had rounds on weeknights.” Riley’s mouth dropped open. “Scorpius and I thought you might benefit from having those nights to study.”
“I'm sure that Scorpius didn't have anything to do with this. He wouldn't do this to ME.” She sneered and Rose had to resist the urge to laugh at this girl. Scorpius must have snogged her at some point.
“I assure you that we made the schedule together. If you have questions for him personally about his intentions you can take that up with him. He and I are both doing Friday and Saturday rounds in addition to Head Rounds at 10pm every night, so I doubt he’s going to be sympathetic.”
“So you're not going to change this?” Riley waved the parchment, disbelief etched on her face.
“No, I'm not.” Rose had never liked this girl anyway. “If you can't handle your scheduled rounds you'll have to talk to Professor Longbottom about resigning.”
“I'm not resigning. I'm going to talk to Scorpius about this.”
“Great. Have a good day.” Rose told her with a smile and then looked back down at her book to signal that the conversation was over. Riley huffed and walked away, leaving Rose annoyed and thinking about Scorpius snogging that idiot.
It was another twenty minutes before Lily showed up. “Hey, Rosie!” She sat down across from her cousin, pulling her knees up to her chest.
“Hey Lils.”
“How is your weekend?”
“Fine. What's wrong with your schedule?”
“Oh,” Lily blushed and looked away. “It's just that … well … Tucker and I … we … may have snogged a couple times and being on rounds with him would be awkward.”
“Ugh, Lily.” Rose let her face fall into her book. “Who haven't you snogged?!”
“Oh loads of people actually.” Lily said brightly, giggling.”
“Ok, what fifth year male prefect haven't you snogged?” Rose picked her head up and glared at her.
“Ok. Ok. Point taken.” Lily stood up to leave. “But it's not my fault if we end up snogging in a broom closets during rounds.” Lily winked at Rose and left her cousin groaning behind her. These were Hogwarts finest ladies and gentlemen.
As she was leaving, Mavis Tucker turned the corner of the bookshelf her eyes falling on Rose. “Hey Rose!”
“I'm not here! I'm not changing the schedule!” Rose shouted, shoved her work into her bag, threw it over her shoulder, and grabbed her Ancient Runes book as she got up from the table. Mavis stared at her with big eyes as Rose stomped off heading for the exit.
She entered the heads library ten minutes later. Scorpius was sitting at the table, parchment and books spread out before him. He didn't even look up at her when she entered. Rose sat on the opposite side of the table, pulled out her work and stared down at her Ancient Runes text again.
She felt like she should say something, like there was a huge cloud hanging between them, but she didn't know what to say. He wanted to snog her and she couldn't and it was weird and she still didn't really like him and that was weird. It was all just a mess and she wished that he had just kept to the plan and kept his lips and his hands to himself, and apparently Riley. Thinking about Riley made her blood boil. What right did that stupid princess have to come telling her that Scorpius would never give her that schedule and basically rub it in Rose's face that she and Scorpius had been … something … at some point, maybe even still were.
“Your girlfriend hunted me down in the library today.”
“My what?”
“Your girlfriend. Riley Greene.”
“Oh Gods.” Scorpius rolled his eyes. “What were you even doing in the library?”
“Avoiding you of course! Apparently you can't be in the same room with me without snogging me now, but I guess that's just how you are with all the girls. Ugh! You were so high and mighty yesterday. ‘I would never snog you when you were with him.’ Yea, right. I'm just one more peg.”
“Riley Greene and I went to Hogsmeade together last year. We snogged a bit afterwards. I haven't seen her like that again.”
Rose scoffed.
“Are you jealous?” Scorpius smirked at her.
“Of course not! You can snog whoever you want and I can snog whoever I want.”
“Or we could snog each other.”
“Not going to happen.” Rose said with finality and they fell into a silence that stretched throughout the rest of the day as they both worked.
XXX
The pair of them managed to get through the first two days of classes without any conflict. It wasn't until Wednesday that something happened which disrupted the peace that seemed to follow their snogging on Saturday. They had fallen into an awkward state of ignoring each other and it was very much too good to be true.
On Wednesday, Scorpius and Rose both had Advanced Potions. They sat with Albus and Alice like they had always done. Alice and Rose were chatting, having reached a lull period in their potion, when Aaron Boot approached them.
“Hello, ladies.” He said, putting a hand on each of their shoulders.
“Hello, Aaron.”
“I just wanted to let you two know that we're going to be meeting tomorrow night to get our practice schedule mapped out. Seven in the common room.”
“Sounds great.”
“I've been wanting to talk to you also, Rose. I know it's early, but I was hoping you might want to go to Hogsmeade with me.”
“Uh …” For the briefest of moments her eyes flickered to Scorpius, her mind blank, searching for an answer. Aaron was great. He was wonderful really, but did she want to date him? Why did he want to date her? Was she even ready to date anyone?
“You and Rowan are over right?”
“Yes!” Rose said quickly, pulling a lock of her curly red hair behind her ear. “Um … over Halloween weekend?”
“Yea I suspect that's when we will be going.” He grinned at her and gave a small chuckle which made Rose laugh nervously while Alice, Albus, and Scorpius stared at them.
“Can I think about it? Maybe we can talk more before that. It's just … I haven't been out with anyone since we … Um … broke up.”
“Yea, for sure. I'll see you tomorrow night.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and Rose stared at his back as he walked away.
“Well that was gross.” Scorpius said loudly and snapped Rose out of her fog.
“What?”
“That was gross. Who would want to take you to Hogsmeade? I guess Aaron likes being bossed around and ignored for a book while out on dates.” Rose was livid. First of all, Scorpius Malfoy had been trying to get her to freaking snog him four damn days ago and she was pretty sure he still wanted to do it. Secondly, she was tired of her friends and Rowan and basically everyone making her feel like a bad person because she actually tried hard and did well in school. Rose knew how to walk away from a book, but she also knew that she wasn’t going to cake walk her way through seven N.E.W.T.s, being Keeper on the Ravenclaw team, and being Head Girl. She had enough to deal with without everyone rubbing in her face how much work she had and making her feel bad for actually doing it well.
“Scorpius.” Albus said in a tone that was clearly telling the other boy to back off, but Rose hadn’t forgotten Scorpius’ knight in shining armor comment.
“I don’t need you to protect me, Albus. I’m a big girl. You aren’t my brother and I’m not a damsel in distress.”
Scorpius snorted. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Red. All that book time is probably why Rowan dumped you to go find a real woman.”
Rose didn’t even think. She couldn’t even process what she was doing before she had pulled her wand off the table and pointed it at Scorpius. “Anteocul,” but she never finished the spell because one of Alice’s hands was on her mouth, stopping her, while her other hand pushed down her wand.
“ROSE.” She hissed, looking at Slughorn who was sitting behind his desk eating a chocolate, oblivious to what Rose Weasley, Head Girl, had been attempting to do to Scorpius Malfoy, Head Boy. “He’s not worth it.”
Rose pulled Alice’s hand down and grabbed her back. “You’re right, Alice. He’s not.” She looked right into his eyes as she said the last two words. She walked away from their table and towards Slughorn. “I’m not feeling well Professor.” She told him, anger still lacing her words.
“Oh, well, dear, you better head off to see Madame Longbottom.”
“Yes. Thank you.” And she left the dungeon and her friends behind.
XXX
Rose didn’t go to lunch that day … or Herbology. She had never skipped a class before. Ever. But that day, she couldn’t handle it anymore. There was no way that Scorpius or her friends could know how true those words were, how much they hurt, but they were and they did and it was awful.
For months, really the entire past year, Rowan had been begging Rose to sleep with him, telling her that it would bring them closer, that they would have such a deeper relationship because of it. It wasn’t that she was a prude. Rose loved to be with him. She loved to make him feel good and obviously she loved it when it was reciprocated, but something about sex had seemed so … much. She hadn’t known what exactly was holding her back, but there was something in the back of her mind telling her not to do it. She should have listened. She should have held out and told him she wasn’t ready for that yet, but he had been persistent and she had been dumb. Rose Weasley, the brightest witch of her year, probably several years actually, had been an idiot.
She had finally lost her virginity to Rowan Wood the night of his graduation from Hogwarts. It was perfect in the moment. Rowan was everything she ever thought she wanted. He was handsome, intelligent, and very talented in Quidditch. The night of his graduation they had a party for him at the Burrow. Everyone came. All of their friends, their families, their parents friends, everyone. And then at the end of the night, Rowan had kissed her goodnight. She had whispered in his ear that she had tweaked her father’s wards on the house to let him in for just one day.
Rowan apparated directly into her room and wait for her. He was slow and gentle and generous. He made her feel like she was a goddess, his goddess and for once, Scorpius Malfoy was the furthest person from her thoughts. As Rowan slid inside of her for the first time, whispering that he loved her, Rose had loved him so much that her chest hurt. He murmured words of love and admiration and worship as they made love for the first … and the second … time. She had laid in his arms that night sure that he was it for her, that she had found the love of her life in her first real boyfriend.
They already had a plan to prove it. Rowan had been recruited by the Montrose Magpies for their reserve team, which was a HUGE deal. He was going to play that year and she was going to finish school and then find a job. He was going to move into a flat they both loved in the summer before she went back to school and then they would date a couple more years while they lived there together, just having fun, working on their careers, and then when things settled down they would get married. Her parents probably wouldn’t love the plan, but they would deal with it because they loved her and they loved Rowan and they were clearly meant to be.
Three weeks later Rose had found out that they clearly were not. Rowan had showed up to her house drunk, something she had rarely ever seen him, and never this bad. Her parents had been asleep, but Hugo had still been in the living room, heard Rowan at the door, and come to get Rose. They had helped him into the house, dumping him on the couch. “I’m so sorry, Rosie, my Rosie.” He mumbled as they moved him.
“It’s okay.” She told him, rubbing his back. “Can you get him some water … and maybe a sobering potion? I think Mum keeps some …”
“I know where Mum keeps it,” Hugo said, leaving the couple behind.
“I’m so awful, Rosie. I’m so terrrrribul. I love you but I’m I’m wrong.” He let his head fall into his hands and wobbled, even in his seat. “I’m wrong.”
“You’re not wrong, Rowan.” She whispered. She knew that in his heart Rowan didn’t think he was good enough for anything. He was never good enough at school or Quidditch or for her, but she knew he was. She knew he was perfect for her and incredible at Quidditch and brilliant and they were an amazing team. They had always made a great team. “You’re just drunk, baby.”
“Sooooooo drrrrrunk. I sooooooo was bad.”
“It’s just a little alcohol. We’ll get you fixed up.”
“I shouln’t have done it. No. Bad Rowan. I shouln’t.”
“Shouldn’t have gotten drunk? Probably not.” She laughed and continued to rub circles on his back.
“The girl … so … beautiful and ready.” Rose froze. Her hand stopped moving, and she heard Hugo’s footsteps approaching. “They’rrrr always ready.” Rowan finished, and Rose stood up, her mouth had fallen open and her heart was racing. What was he saying? Was he just drunk and didn’t know what was going on or was he admitting to something … something … fuck … she couldn’t even think about what he was admitting.
“Give that to him, now.” She said tensely as Hugo walked back into the room, confusion at her changed mood on his face. “Just do it.” Rose said. She watched her brother coerce her boyfriend, the man she had planned her life around, to take the potion and swallow it. “How long?” She asked.
“A few minutes and he’ll be coherent, but hurting. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head, not even sure what to think or say. She and Hugo just stood there for five minutes, waiting while Rowan held his head and muttered something every once in awhile. “Rowan, how do you feel,” she asked and he groaned.
“Like I was hit by a bus.” His voice was back to normal. He lifted his head and looked at her. “I’m sorry I came here like this. I don’t really know why …”
“It sounded like you wanted to make a confession.” Rose crossed her arms, not as a sign of aggression, but because she needed something to hold on to, something to keep her together.
Rowan’s bloodshot eyes grew wide. “What … what did I say?”
“You said … the girls are always …” Rose closed her eyes, feeling her brother and her boyfriend watching her. She opened them again and took a deep breath. “Beautiful and ready and you were wrong and sorry.”
“Oh, fuck.” Rowan was off the couch in an instant, his arms around her. “I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what I was thinking.” And she knew it was true. He’d cheated on her.
Hugo stood next to her, his jaw dropped, his arms slack at his sides, staring at Rowan as if he couldn’t believe what a fucking idiot he was.
Rose began to shout then. “GET OFF ME.” She pushed back on him and he tried to touch her hair.
“Rose, baby, please let me explain.”
“OK EXPLAIN. HOW MANY OF THEM? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?” She didn’t care that it was midnight or that her parents were upstairs or that her brother was standing right next to them.
“It’s … complicated … I … I don’t know.”
“YOU DON’T KNOW? HOW ABOUT WHEN WE FUCKED FOR THE FIRST TIME THREE WEEKS AGO? WERE YOU SLEEPING WITH OTHER GIRLS THEN?” Rose felt tears in her eyes threatening to spill down her cheeks, blurring her vision.
“Rose…” This time the voice was soft and feminine. Rose brushed the tears out of her face and looked over to see her parents standing at the bottom of the stairs. Her mother had a robe half on and her father was only in his pajama pants, his face nearly purple. She felt her heart drop to the floor.
“Mum. Dad. I …”
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.” Ron Weasley barreled forward and for the first time in her life, Rose saw what people must have seen in him when he was an Auror. He was terrifying. He grabbed Rowan by the shoulder of his jacket and drug him to the front door, slamming it behind him as Hermione wrapped her arms around her daughter’s sobbing body.
“I’m so sorry.” Rose sobbed into her shoulder. “I thought … I didn’t … I loved him.” Her mother pulled her down onto the couch, not letting her go for a second.
“I’m going to kill him, Hermione.” Her father snarled as he came back into the living room.
“You’re not helping, Ronald.”
“I'll help you.” Rose heard Hugo tell their father quietly and she laughed in between her sobs.
“Maybe Rose wants me to kill him.”
“Maybe Rose would like you to go make us all some tea.” Her mother said in the tone she reserved for requests that were really orders. Rose heard her father and Hugo leave the living room, the elder Weasley mumbling about owling Oliver Wood.
“Rose.” Her mother said softly when her sobs had turned into occasional whimpers. She sat up, looking into her mum's face for the first time. Hermione looked pained. “I'm so sorry, honey.”
“Why would he do that Mum?”
“He's a boy. They are stupid. And he's still young. You're both still so young.”
“You and dad …”
“Your father and I were lucky and very unlucky. We had to grow up so fast and I don't want that for you. I don't want that for Hugo. You don't need to be in a hurry, love.”
“I just thought this was it, but something kept telling me that I shouldn't and I did it anyway. I … I can’t believe.”
“Oh, Rose. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take this pain away.”
“I should have trusted myself. I was so stupid.”
“No, Rose you are a very smart girl and your brain knew something your heart didn't want to admit.” Her mother kissed her forehead and held her hand in hers. “This sucks and it's going to hurt for a long time.”
“Tea’s ready.” Hugo told them quietly, coming back around the corner. The pair of them walked arm in arm to the kitchen and sat at their small kitchen table that they used when it was just the four of them. Ron and Hugo had pulled out the chess board and a pile of treats. Rose took a chocolate frog as she sat down and her Dad handed her a tea cup.
“Alright, Mum’s the victor from last round so it's Mum and Hugo first go of it.” Ron said pulling their respective chess sets down from the shelves they kept them on. Hugo lined up his pieces as he ate a licorice rope and Hermione let Ron set up her players as she always did. When he was done he squeezed her hand. “Get him honey,” he told her and then he took his place across from Rose.
Rose had watched her parents, watched Hugo, and was truly grateful for the first time in her life for each of them. They had just found out that she slept with her boyfriend by waking up in the middle of the night to her screaming about him cheating on her and the three of them were going to stay up all night with her and eat junk food and play her favorite game. In that moment, she had realized there was no other family in the world she would rather belong to.
But now, months later in her dorm and alone, Rose could only cry and wish for the comfort of her mother holding her again. It wasn't fair. None of it was fair. Her heart being broken, or the fact that her boyfriend cheated on her, or losing her virginity to an arse, or being attracted to Malfoy, or Aaron asking her to Hogsmeade, especially if front of everyone, or somehow everyone knowing that she and Rowan had broken up even though she had barely told anyone, or everyone guessing way too close to the truth why it had happened. It all sucked.
When the knock came on her door she didn't want to move. She wanted to close her eyes and bury her head and pretend like everything wasn't falling apart in the real world. Instead she sat up, trying to prepare herself for whichever friend was trying to lure her out. That was when she realized the knocking was coming from behind the portrait of the Ravenclaw Head Girl and not from the doorway. The girl was looking behind her and as Rose sat there staring she turned back to face Rose. “Is he the reason you're crying?” She asked Rose. Was he? In the grand scheme of things, Scorpius’ words were only the very tip of what was bothering her, but did she want to see him right now?
“Sort of.” Rose mumbled, pulling herself off the bed.
“Perhaps he's come to apologize.”
Rose snorted at that. She couldn't remember a single time that Scorpius had ever apologized to her without being made to by a teacher. “Fat chance of that. Sapientia.”
The portrait swung open to reveal Scorpius Malfoy, hand raised, looking concerned.
XXX
Scorpius could immediately tell that Rose had been crying. Her hair was flying everywhere and her cheeks seemed blanched next to her red, swollen eyes. He was surprised she'd even opened the door in the state she was in. In six years, he had never seen her like this, not even once.
“What?” She snapped at him, her hand resting on the edge of the portrait like she wanted to slam it shut in his face.
“I … I …” What did he want? He didn't really even know for sure. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her face after he'd made that comment about Rowan. He never would have said it if he thought it was true. Honestly he'd imagined that she had broke things off with Rowan after finally realizing he was a prat. “What happened with you and Rowan?”
“Are you serious?” She glared at him, starting to swing the portrait shut.
“Rose.” He stuck out a hand, stopping it. “Please.” She let him hold the door open while she stared at him for a full minute, and finally let out a sigh.
“He was cheating on me.” It was the first time she had told anyone outside of her family, who hadn’t needed to be told. Alice and Albus didn’t even know what had really happened.
“He's a bloody idiot.” It tumbled out of his mouth without thought or plan. What fucking dolt would give up Rose Weasley? She was beautiful, smart, great at Quidditch, daughter of two thirds of the Golden Trio and she was fucking going places. Sure she could be kind of awful and smug when it came to him, but she generally didn't show that side to other people. Rowan Wood was clearly the dumbest bloke to come out of Hogwarts ever.
“Well apparently you thought it was due because I spend too much time reading.”
“I didn't mean that. I never would have said if I realize what an idiot he was. I was … just … was …”
“Jealous?” She finished when he seemed unable. He just stared at her feet.
“I didn't like Aaron bloody Boot fucking snogging you.” Scorpius looked up, his eyes flashed with annoyance.
“He didn’t snog me. He kissed my cheek once and walked away. You don't have any claim over me just because you snogged me a couple times.”
“I know. I'm really sorry.” They were both quiet again. Just when he was wondering if she was going to try to shut the door on his face again, Rose stepped forward and shut the portrait behind her, blocking the girl inside of it from hearing her.
“I don't want to kiss him.” She said quietly.
“Do you want to kiss me?” He stepped forward.
“Yes, but …” She trailed off. He put one hand on the wall behind her, just above her shoulder. The other he placed on her hip. He leaned down slowly, giving her plenty of time to push him away, but she never did. “I don't understand this.” She told him.
“Me either.” He touched her nose with his and it was cold from crying. He had caused that. “I'm sorry. I'm an idiot, too.” When his lips finally, softly touched hers he could taste salt on them from her tears. Rose put a hand on each side of his hips, pulling him closer and he pressed her against the wall as he brushed his lips against hers, sending shivers down her body. ‘What kind of prat would give this up?’ he wondered as he felt her sigh faintly beneath him, her breath tickling his lips. She felt incredible against him.
Rose pushed harder against his lips, her hands moving up his body. He moved his hand from the wall to grab onto her hair, pulling her into him. His body had started to slowly burn and as Rose pushed her hips into his it exploded into an inferno. He moaned into her mouth, not giving a shit if she knew how much she affected him, how easily she made him crazy. He needed this, his body against her, her hands pulling him closer, her lips eagerly responding to his.
“Please don't tell me we can't keep doing this.” He begged after he broke their kiss to breathe.
“It doesn't seem like I have much choice. You just keep snogging me anyway.” She grinned up at him.
“Thank Merlin.” His lips crashed down on hers and his mind lost any thoughts outside of snogging her properly.
XXX
Hermione arrived exactly on time for lunch, which put her on edge. She liked to be early for everything. She'd been busy at work, and she'd even considered cancelling. Ron had seem particularly put out when the invitation came this time, but she'd accepted like she always did. She couldn't ignore him. It wasn't in her nature to forget people she cared about.
“Name.” The hostess looked up at her.
“Granger.” They always used her maiden name and met at a muggle restaurant. It was just easier. His wife knew and her husband knew and other than that the wizarding world didn't need to know.
“Right this way.” Hermione followed her back to the private room she knew the restaurant would have, and smiled when she saw Draco stand as she approached. There was wine and food already waiting for her.
“Draco.” She said softly.
“Hermione.” He enveloped her with his arms, holding her tight for a long minute and then kissing her cheek. The tall blonde man pulled out her chair and she sat down across from his seat. “How are you?”
“Busy.” She picked up the wine glass he had ordered for her and sipped at it. “I'm finally presenting my new House Elf law proposal to the Wizengamot next month.”
“I heard. I'll be there.” He picked up his wine and took a drink as well.
“I would hope so.” She laughed. “I'm counting on your vote.”
“We’ll see how I like the proposal.” He smiled, but his mischievous grin didn't make it to his eyes.
“You’ll like it. You practically helped me write it when we were 19.” And he had. The pair of them had spent hours in that library together between their Head dormitories. He had a knowledge of House Elves that came with being a rich pureblood from one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. The knowledge he had shared with her had been pivotal. She never would have gotten to this point without it. She pushed that out of her mind to focus on whatever was bothering him, and put her hand on top of his. “What's wrong?”
Draco sighed and shook his head. “I was always awful at keeping things from you.”
“Tell me. You wouldn't have invited me to lunch if you didn't want to.”
“It’s my mother.” He coughed, she supposed to cover up the tremor of emotion that had stung at the end of his words, but she heard it anyway.
“What is it?”
“She's dying. That's the first time I said that out loud.” He took his hand from her and took another drink of his wind. “My mother is dying and there is nothing I can do about it.”
“I'm so sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say. That one year that they had spent becoming friends had been so eye opening for her. She had learned things about him and his family that she never would have imagined. His mother’s love for him and the fierce way that he reciprocated it had been one of the first.
“I haven't told Scorpius. I don't even know how. I don't want to tell him until we can be together and I can tell him in person but I don't want to lie to him.”
“It sounds like he has enough to deal with. Quidditch, Head Boy, Rose.”
They both laughed loudly at that one. “Do you think the old library will work it's magic again? Make them realize they could be friends if they stop acting like such idiots.”
“I don't know.” Hermione smiled as she shook her head. “I don't know what to think. Rose is so stubborn. I imagine her cooped up in her room never using it because he's there.”
“Well I'm sure he’ll find another way to drive her crazy.”
“Don't they always?” Hemione picked up her fork and began to work on her pasta.
“If I get one more owl from Longbottom about the pair of them.” Draco rolled his eyes.
“Neville told me he was going to tell them he'd take their positions away if they were caught fighting.”
“Merlin they’ll be kicked out of the Head dorms by the end of the week.”
“Oh I don't think he think he will really do it. He's a big softie.”
“Scorpius seems to like him.”
“Yes, I could see that.”
“He actually suggested Scorpius for the job he's starting after next term ends.” Draco had started on his own food, stopping occasionally to sip at his wine.
“Scorpius has a job already?” Hermione asked surprised.
“Yes. And don't go mentioning it in front of Astoria, she’ll lose her mind. My poor wife.” Draco laughed and shook his head. It was one of the things Hermione regretted about the way they had decided to continue their friendship. Hermione rarely got to see Astoria or speak with her, but it couldn’t be helped now. At the time of their graduation, Draco had insisted that they keep quiet about their friendship. He was worried about the effect that it would have on them both for it to come out. For her, it would look bad to be associated with a known Death Eater. For him, it would look like he had only cozied up to her to get in the good graces of the community again. At this point, so many years later, they still met this way two or three times a year out of habit and comfort. It was easier to not have to explain what Hermione meant to him. She had convinced him that he had a life to live and that it was possible for him to actually do so without being a pariah the rest of his life. He’d only been made Head Boy because Potter had offered evidence that kept him out of jail and made him look a little less evil than he felt and McGonagall thought she could spin him as a case for rehabilitation, and she certainly had.
“I imagine. I can't believe they are old enough to go out into the world and have jobs and live without us.”
“Yea, we’ll see how long that lasts.” Draco snorted at the thought of Scorpius living alone. He didn't really expect it to be permanent once he realized he'd have to do his own cleaning and cooking. Even magic only went so far.
“What’s he going to be doing?”
“He’s uh … well … going to be studying under Ollivander.”
Hermione dropped her fork. “Garrick?”
Draco scowled at her. “Really Hermione?”
She scooped up her fork. “Well I'm sorry but the last time I talked to Garrick, which wasn't that long ago, you still weren't his favorite person.”
“Well, I won't be working for him. Scorpius is exceptional. Garrick will be lucky to have him.” She could tell from the tense look around his eyes he was worried about this too.
“I'm sure he will.” She took a bite of her pasta, trying to think of what else she could say to help her friend. “I know Garrick wouldn't take him on unless he was certain, Draco.”
“I know. I know. What is Rose planning?”
“Honestly…” It was her turn to tense. She bit her bottom lip and took another sip of her wine. “I don't know. She won't say what she wants and I don't know if it's because she's scared we won't support her or she just doesn't know and then this terrible thing with her boyfriend.” Hermione waved her hand, as if she push all of it away.
“What happened?”
“He was cheating on her. He came to the house drunk in the middle of the night to tell her and woke us all up. I'm pretty sure Rose was planning a wedding.”
“Teenage boys are dogs.”
“Well that one certainly is, but I don't know. I think mine is pretty good and yours seems to have promise.” She grinned at him and he laughed again.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter !!! Review and let me know what you think <3
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