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Sorry guys, I'm going out right now, will post after I come back!

~Amz~(thats my [slightly weird] nickname!)

That's okay I can wait... not sure about Sabrina though You may need to hurry back!

Can't wait to see what Hugo will do, and what Scorpius' mum wants with him. I already don't like her, if she looks down on Scorpius.

Oh well. PAMS!!!

Jemmz

Well, I know its late now......but we have way too many tests right now! Plus, it took me some time to come up with a good history thing for the families.
So here’s the next part!

Chapter 5-Present, Past and Everything in Between (Part 2)

I glanced over at the Slytherin table as I entered the Great Hall, to see Scorpius' mom over there, ignoring him as usual. She didn't look any different from the last time she had visited; same black hair, dark eyes and sneering smile, with that disgusted look she got whenever she looked at anyone who wasn’t a Slytherin. I shuddered at the though of having someone like her as my mother. My family was completely different from the Malfoys. My mother, Hermione Weasley (earlier Hermione Jean Granger), was a Muggle-born, who was and is known as the brightest witch of her age. She was the total opposite of Astoria Greengrass: she was always studying hardly bothered about how she looked, and thought gossip was boring. She didn’t even know what wizards were until she was 11, but she never had a problem adjusting; her love of reading made sure she knew every little thing about wizards and witches. My father, Ronald Bilius Weasley, was the opposite. A pure-blood, he grew up surrounded by five older brothers who constantly used magic, as well as a younger sister. I don’t think they had much money, because it must have been hard to come by money to support a family of nine. But Dad says it was hard to find time to be unhappy in a house where the work was never done and the pranks never ended. The Weasleys were known as blood-traitors; and although Dad’s family was related to the Blacks (through my great-grandmother Cedrella Black), no Weasley ever appeared on their family tree. My grandfather still loves everything to do with Muggles, and my grandmother still constantly tries to stop him from inventing more stuff by combining Muggle devices and magic! Mum and Dad had been friends since the age of 11, and though they were (and still are) complete opposites, eventually they got married. Dad started working as an Auror, and Mum started working for the Magical Creatures Department of the Ministry, campaigning for house-elf rights. I was born about two years into their marriage, and named Rose for my grandmother, and Destiny for a close Muggle friend of my mother’s, making my full name Rose Destiny Weasley. I got my Mum’s bushy brown hair, pale skin, and of course, her intelligence. Hugo Arthur Weasley, my little brother, was born two years after that. A little replica of Dad, he was the perfect Weasley; tall even when he was only 6, with Dad’s freckles and red hair. The only strange thing he got were my grandmother’s light grey eyes (which Mum missed out on). He was, from the start, a little hyper and annoying, chasing after me and running around the moment he could walk. Unlike me, he seems to have missed out on the intelligence gene, since his favourite things to do are to eavesdrop on my conversations, annoy me or play pranks! Dad says he’s a perfect copy of Uncle George, who, even in his late forties, loves to play pranks and still runs a joke shop. Anyway, since Dad’s family was so large, at least a quarter of Hogwarts is composed of Weasleys, and that makes it sort of hard to figure who I’m related to and how! My favourite cousin, though, has always been Lily Luna Potter, and I couldn’t have picked out a better person to know about me and Scorpius. Lily has always kept my secrets safe, and telling her something is like telling it to a brick wall. Her brothers, Albus Severus Potter and James Sirius Potter, are complete opposites as well; James and Lily are more alike-both love jokes and Quidditch , are pretty good in studies, and hate stuck-up pure-bloods and know how to stand up to them. James, though, can get annoying at times and loves to flirt with any good-looking girl he sees. Albus, however, is more neat and fussy, with a love for books, marks suited to a genius, a tendency to get bullied, and starts stammering in front of girls (which has led to lots of funny scenes and teasing for him!) Albus looks like a replica of his father, my uncle, Harry James Potter, but is nothing like him in behaviour, avoiding trouble at all costs. Lily, however, is totally like my aunt, her mother, Ginevra Potter (earlier Ginevra Molly Weasley), in not only looks but also nature, with a fiery temper and a toughness that hides her inner sensitivity. James is exactly like his namesake, his grandfather, a mischievous, sometimes arrogant flirt, with the same hazel eyes, skinny frame and dark hair. In fact, Mum, Dad and Uncle Harry used to get into a lot of trouble at school, along with Aunt Ginny, Neville Longbottom (our present Herbology teacher), Luna Lovegood, the Weasley brothers, and quite a few other students. The stories they tell of their fights, and the Final Battle of Hogwarts, would be unbelievable if they weren’t described in every history book written after 1998. Their amazing fights against Voldemort are something that every wizarding child now knows about; they have become legend, which can sometimes attract unwanted (or not so unwanted for James) attention to us, but we’ve gotten used to it now. Shaken out of my thoughts as someone bumped into me, I muttered a hasty,” Sorry,” and hurried to the Gryffindor table at the far end. As I passed the Slytherin table, I heard Astoria Malfoy say, in a stage whisper,” Is that the……child of the Mudblood and the blood traitor?” Equally loudly, Delanna Malfoy responded,” Why yes, I do believe it is, Mother.” Astoria Malfoy raised her eyebrows and said,” Well, I suppose you couldn’t expect the offspring of such scum to look any better than that.” I froze in disbelief, shock and rage; it was well-known that such language was now banned, and to call someone such was an offence punishable by a prison term. And how dare she insult my family like that?! Suppressing my anger, I stomped off to my table, knowing that I couldn’t do anything-not right now, anyway. Later, with the help of Lily and a few good hexes, I’d have my revenge on those stuck up pure blood brats. But for now, I settled into my chair and started piling potatoes on my plate. Then, as my eyes drifted back to the other table, I saw Astoria Malfoy heading towards Scorpius. I frowned in confusion and thought, this can’t be good.

Comments?

Loved it!!!

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Malfoys! How dare they call Rose's mum a mudblood. She is a better witch than Scorpius' mum ever will be. (NO offense to Scorpius!)

Don't worry Rose, I still love you!

Jemma
xxx

And here is the next chapter!Sorry I took forever to post, but I couldn't really find time to write. I'll try to post Rose's POV later. Thanks for all the comments again!

Chapter 6- Astoria Lydia Greengrass Malfoy

My feeling of apprehension grew as she approached my seat, sweeping along like the princess she thought herself to be. She stopped and said,” Scorpius. How are you?” in a formal tone. “Fine, Mum,” I mumbled, trying not to look at her. Her face darkened, and she said,” How many times must I remind you, Scorpius? That word isn’t fitting for us. You must call me mother, nothing else. Do you understand?” Yes, mother,” I mumbled again, annoyed. “Don’t slouch, sit up straight. Don’t mumble when you talk. Look up and speak clearly. Didn’t you comb your hair today? And why are your robes so crumpled? Why haven’t you bothered to wash your face? And…….”She probably went on, but I lost track of what she was saying. She loved to criticise me, and her favourite things to criticise were my manners and appearance. Her daughters, of course, were perfect. “And how you manage to get through your classes with your lack of organization is beyond me,” she finished. Good thing too, or I might have gone insane in another minute. “Yes, mother,” I mumbled as usual. She gave me an annoyed look and said,” I need to discuss something with you after your breakfast is over. Don’t worry; I’ve arranged to get you excused from your next class.” I mumbled another yes back, but just as she left she left I realized that the class directly after lunch was Care of Magical Creatures, my last class of the day with Rose. I returned to my lunch, unhappy that I wouldn’t get to see her again today. As the bell rang, I glanced one more time at the Gryffindor Table, but she was gone. I picked up my stuff and headed towards my mother, waiting at the end of table.

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“Well?” I asked my mother, facing her in the Entrance Hall. There was a disapproving look on her face, which suggested I’d done something else wrong. Without preamble, she said,” Delanna told me you’ve been leaving the Common Room for long periods of time. What have you been doing?” “Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just…….. I’ve been taking extra classes for Transfiguration.” It was lie, of course, but it was believable; my grades weren’t as good as my parents would have liked in that class. In reality, I’d been meeting Rose in that time, but I had hoped that my disappearances hadn’t been noticed by my nosey sister. She stared at me suspiciously for a few more seconds, but then looked away. I sighed inwardly with relief, and made a mental note to get back at Delanna later. “Anyway, Scorpius, that is not the matter I wanted to discuss with you. As you know, we have already arranged for Delanna’s engagement after she leaves school.” “Yeah, so?” I said, confused. I knew she was going to be engaged to her boyfriend, Lionel Doucette, after around two months, when her 7th year would be over. What does that have to do with me? I wondered. “Well, you see, you are nearly 16 now, Scorpius, and tradition in our families decrees that you should be engaged by the time you are about 18 years old,” she said. I rolled my eyes and said,” Mother, that tradition is ancient! No one follows it anymore!” Her eyes narrowed and she said coldly, “All the pure blood families do, and that includes ours. Unless you have picked a bride to our liking by the beginning of your 7th year, we will be forced to choose one for you. We are still giving you a year’s time. That is all. I will, perhaps, visit later with your father. You’d better get back to your classes now. Have a good day, and tell your sisters I said goodbye.” She swept away, fastening her travelling cloak around her neck, moving out of sight as she crossed the gates and spun around, Apparating back to the Manor. I still stood where she’d left me, frozen like a statue in astonishment and shock until the bell rang. I jumped, startled, and then realized I had to leave for Divination. I started walking towards the classroom just as the Care of Magical Creatures students poured in. I caught a glimpse of Rose’s brown hair in the mass; she gave me a quick smile and disappeared up the stairs. Seeing her made me feel worse; my parents would never accept as a Weasley in their home. I loved her, but I could never be with her.

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Thanks!!!!! I've started writing the next chappie, and I'm trying to post it today, but I have to go now. I'll still try though!!!!!

~Amz~

EDIT: I didn't notice! This is the SECOND PAGE!!!!!!!!!!YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry guys, but something messed up my computer, and I couldn't access the folder where my writing was stored. But anyway, here is the next chapter. Sorry to post so late!

Chapter 7- A Problem Without a Solution

Finally, the day was over! I should have been happy, but that was kind if impossible now. How was I going to break the news to Rose? I have to tell her, I decided, as I headed towards the Slytherin Common Room. I passed a group of chattering Gryffindors on the way, and automatically glanced around for Rose, but she wasn’t there. As I was about to turn the corner, I bumped into someone and fell back onto the floor. “Watch it, Malfoy,” said an annoyed voice that I recognized as Teresa Zabini’s. I got up slowly, rubbing my sore elbow, and then I realized a whole group of Slytherins, was standing in front of me, forming a half circle around a terrified 1st year Hufflepuff. “Please give it back,” she said, looking as though she was on the verge of tears. “Aw, is the poor ickle baby going to cry?” taunted Nott. My sister Delancey, whom I hadn’t noticed till then, said,” You want it? Come and get it!” She tossed a bag in the air and said,” Wingardium Leviosa!” The bag floated above their heads, far out of the girl’s reach. “Don’t you have a wand, you stupid Mudblood?” Teresa sneered. The girl shakily drew her wand, but the next second Zabini shouted,” Expelliarmus!” and caught the girl’s wand as it flew out of her hand. They all laughed as the girl started sobbing, totally helpless and scared. “Stupid coward,” said Delancey disdainfully. With a flick of her wand, she threw the bag down till the ground floor, and Zabini tossed the wand at the girl’s feet. They all walked away, still laughing. I shook my head disgustedly and drew my wand. I leaned over the railing of the stairs and said,” Accio bag!” The bag floated up to me, and I took it and handed it to the girl, who was still sobbing. I held out her bag and her wand to her, and she gave me a surprised look. “Th-thanks,” she stammered back, probably because she wasn’t used to a Slytherin actually helping her. I smiled at her and walked away, only to bump into someone else at the next corner. I stumbled back and tripped over my robes, landing on my back again. This has not been a good day, I thought unhappily, scrambling up again. “Scorpius!” the person in front of me exclaimed. Just what I don’t need now, I thought, annoyed. Delancey stood in front of me, hands on her hips. “Why did you help her?” she asked, eyes narrowed. “Because I’m not you,” I muttered, not in the mood for another lecture. Luckily, she just huffed and walked away. I knew she would tell Mum the next chance she got, but right now I was too tired to care. I walked towards the dungeons, lost in my own thoughts. Just as I was about to go down, someone came walking up and crashed into me. I fell, for the third time, and this time I hit my head on the floor. As stars popped in front of my eyes, I thought, now this is getting really annoying. “I’m so sorry!” a familiar voice said. A face with brown, curly hair and blue eyes floated hazily into view. “No problem,” I groaned, as I struggled up again and picked up my scattered books. “Are you okay?” Rose asked worriedly. “Rose, I just hit my head. I’m fine,” I said. “All right then…..anyway, I wanted to talk to you-how about we go somewhere else?” “Okay…..there’s an empty classroom up on the 3rd floor. How about there?” I said. “You mean the old Charms classroom?” she asked. “Yeah, that’s the one. So I guess we’ll meet up there in five minutes or so?” I asked. “All right,” she said, walking off in the direction of the Great Hall. I went in the opposite direction, reaching the classroom a couple minutes late thanks to Peeves. She was already there, sitting in one of the chairs, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand. “So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked, sitting down opposite her. She jumped and immediately crumpled up the paper and put it inside her robes, then took a deep breath. “Scorpius…… Look, I’ve been doing some thinking. A lot of thinking. And I’ve think that….we shouldn’t keep this a secret anymore.” Confused, I just stared at her. “Keep what a secret?” I asked. “This! Our meetings, our relationship! Everything! We have to tell someone, the earlier the better. I think its time we told someone.....maybe our families,” she said.
He started laughing. It was so different from any reaction I was expecting that my mouth fell open in surprise. He continued laughing, for nearly a full minute, and then he saw my expression. “You’re serious?” he asked incredulously, wiping tears from his eyes. “Of course I am!” I said. “Rose, are you crazy? You know what my family’s reaction would be. My mother would freak, my dad would throw me out and the rest of my family will find some way to kill us both. I don’t care what they do to me, but you are not going to put yourself in danger!” Scorpius said. “So what are we going to do?!” I yelled angrily. “Keep it a secret forever? You know we can’t do that!” “But now isn’t the time!” he yelled back. “It’s impossible right now-““So when can we tell everyone?” I screamed. He stared at me, unable to answer. Finally, quietly, he said,” I don’t know.” I glared at him for a second, then turned around, threw open the door, and walked out. “Rose!” he yelled behind me. “Wait! Rose!” I headed towards the staircase to the fourth floor, walking as fast as I could. He started running after me, so I turned a corner and walked through the hidden door that led straight to the Fat Lady’s portrait. I quickly walked up the short staircase and emerged outside the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. I gave the password and entered the large room, which was full of people. Not in the mood to talk, I headed straight up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory, which was, thankfully, empty. I collapsed on my bed and felt all my anger swell up inside me. I knew that what Scorpius had said was right, but it was at the same time, he couldn’t say that I was wrong. So what were we supposed to do now?

Wow! That was good. Caint wait for more.
Jamie

new reader! love the story so far!! sorpious' mother is a real witch! (no pun intended!) great post can't wait to read more!

Sorry guys, I had sever writers' block(and zero time) and I've been writing very little for the past month. But I've finally completed the next chappie!

Chapter 8-Revelations

After lying down for about 15 minutes so that I could calm down, I took out the Marauders' Map from my pocket, and opened it to look for Scorpius' dot. I could see him heading out the main doors, probably to the lake. That was his favourite place to go, and often he would just go out in the evening and sit on the edge of the lake until dark. He used to tell me that it was the most soothing place he knew, and felt more like a home to him than anything else. I felt a little jolt inside me, reminding me how much I must have hurt him. I knew he was looking out for me, and trying to keep me safe, but the fact was that sooner or later someone would find out about us, and tell his family. I had figured it was best for him to tell them himself, but I guess he thought it would be dangerous either way. A knock on the door startled me, and I quickly folded up the Map and kept it on the table next to my bed. The door opened and Lily peeped in, eyebrows slightly raised. "Is something wrong?" she asked, entering the dormitory and closing the door behind her. Burying my face in my knees, I said,” Nothing’s wrong, Lily. I’m just a little down….I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I was definitely not in the mood to talk to anyone. “Is it something to do with Scorpius?” asked Lily. “Lil. I don’t want to talk about it. Please go away.” Lily laid a hand on my arm. “Are you sure?” she asked kindly. “Yes,” I said. Lily, knowing that she wasn’t going to get anything out of me, just said,” Okay, I’ll talk to you later. And I know it’s not much, coming from me, but whatever problem it is, I’m sure you guys will pull through.” She smiled at me and left. I flopped back down on my bed, depressed and confused. Tears escaped from my eyes and fell down my cheeks. What kind of a mess had I created? Wiping them away, I decided it would be easier for me to sort things out if I wrote them down, and pulled out my diary from inside the pillow-case. It was actually more like a journal, where I wrote the entire day’s events. As I flipped to a new page, my eyes fell on one of my old entries, written about a month after I had met Scorpius.
‘Today was pretty good. I was at the lake two hours with Scorpius. He is really great, not a bit like his sisters; he has a totally positive attitude, makes jokes all the time, and even makes the worst days better for me. Its fun just being with him. He’s not a bit like the other guys. Half of them are Quidditch obsessed and the other half are idiots. How he landed up in Slytherin, I’ll never know. We’ve been working hard to make sure no one finds out we’re friends, though. Sometimes I wish we were more than friends…….but I guess that’s never going to happen.’
Just looking at the entries after it made me realize how much he had really brought into my life. I missed him, badly. Lily was right; this wasn’t the way I wanted it to end, and I needed to talk to him. I stuffed my journal back into the pillow case and ran down the spiral staircase, out of the Common Room and down to the huge double doors. I knew I’d made a mistake; and all I could hope was that he wasn’t too mad at me.

I stood at the edge of the lake, watching the water cover the shore inches from my feet. Usually I loved the beautiful blue waters that reflected everything above me, from the lovely blue colour to the cloud and birds flying high over me. But today my mind was confused to think about anything but my argument earlier that day. I had been at the lake for nearly half an hour, but I couldn't find a solution to our problem. I couldn't understand Rose's behaviour. She had been perfectly happy to meet secretly throughout our 4th year and most of our 5th year. So why did she have mess up everything now? Even I knew that we couldn't hide it forever, but that didn't mean that we had to reveal it now! I couldn't do it; especially since it had been hardly a day after my mother had told me that I had to get engaged to someone of her liking. As I started walking around the shore again, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. I turned to see Rose, looking slightly nervous. “Um…..hi,” she said quietly. I didn’t reply; I was just so shocked to see her there. “Look, I’m sorry about all that stuff I said, and I didn’t mean it. I was just in a bad temper, and I’ll be totally okay if you don’t forgive me. So…..apology accepted?” I walked up to her and looked her in the eyes for a second. She looked totally nervous and freaked out; she kept on twisting her hands and her lips were quivering slightly. Then I smiled and said,” Apology accepted,” before wrapping my arms around her and kissing her. Pulling away, I said quietly,” I’m sorry. It was my fault too. So are we cool now?” You know that sometimes people say that when a person’s happy, their eyes sparkle? Well, I never believed it. But there was no other word for it; Rose’s eyes were actually sparkling. “Of course!” she said, hugging me tightly. But then as she pulled away her expression grew serious and she said ,” We really do need to talk about this, you know. It’s a very serious thing; we can’t keep it hidden anymore.” I felt my stomach tighten as I said,” I need to tell you something, right now. Just sit down.” She sat, looking a bit alarmed. I sat next to her and took a deep breath, put my arm around her shoulders and told her about my mother’s visit that morning. “And now, she told me I have to pick someone by next year,” I ended.