Title: Why Hiding a Relationship With Your Enemy Never Works: A Dramedy in Five Acts
Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, and a tiny background mention of James/Teddy
Summary: History really does have the strangest tendency of repeating itself. Hopefully with better results.
Word Count: 3855
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s notes: thebigdisaster, I didn't get to do as much with this as I originally wanted, but I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks go to my beta, and all remaining mistakes are mine alone.
The scene that was playing out before Rose’s eyes was a familiar one. On one side of the corridor stood James, Al, and Hugo; on the opposite was Scorpius Malfoy, Jeremy Flint, and Vince Goyle.
Standing on the sidelines, one with her hands on her hips and the other tapping her foot impatiently, was Rose and her cousin, Lily Potter.
“Do they have to do this shit every other day?” Lily grumbled so that only Rose could hear her, and Rose just sighed.
Insults and derogatory nicknames had been flying through the space that separated the two groups for several minutes. Judging by the tone things had taken, it was almost at the end, and it would end one of two ways: either a Professor would be attracted by the noise, or wands would be drawn and Lily would step in the middle to tell everyone to “back the fuck off.” She was rather foul-mouthed for a fourth year, but that was what made her Lily.
Professor Longbottom rounded the corner with a curious expression that quickly turned to an exasperated frown. “Sweet Merlin, again? All right, break it up. I know at least two of you that should be in the greenhouses in ten minutes, so everybody needs to get moving.”
The boys took one last chance to glare at each other before wandering off in their respective directions, leaving Rose and Lily to follow behind. Lily smiled at Professor Longbottom. “Thanks, Nev.” They were only allowed to call him that when no one else was around, and the corridor was suddenly very quiet.
“No problem, but can’t you girls find them something else to do? You know, a hobby? They’ve become worse than their fathers were at that age.” He shook his head.
“I think Scorpius may have a hobby he could get into.” Lily didn’t look over at Rose, who was rolling her eyes and trying to force down a blush.
Professor Longbottom nodded. “Yes, well. Just try to keep them from fighting so much, will you?” He said goodbye to them and walked away toward the Entrance Hall.
Rose looked around and saw Scorpius waiting at the end of the corridor, staring at her. When she met his eye, he raised a slim eyebrow and she nodded quickly. Now it was Lily’s turn to roll her eyes, shaking her head before she took off down the corridor to meet Scorpius. The two linked arms and turned away.
From behind Rose, Al’s voice called her name. “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Herbology!”
“Of course.” Risking one last glance at the two retreating backs, Rose hurried to catch up with Al.
Fwip, fwip, fwip, the barely-audible sound of cards hitting the table had been going on for a while, interrupted every now and then by a loud POP.
Fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip-
James, Al, and Hugo collapsed in laughter - it was their loudest explosion of the night - and it earned them glares from several of the surrounding studiers and even a couple seconds of scattered applause.
Rose took the opportunity to glance pointedly at the clock. It was almost curfew - right on time.
She didn’t really mind the noise, of course. By the time most Weasleys reached Hogwarts age, ignoring disturbances was almost an art form - in fact, her cousins and little brother had made a game of trying to scare her cousin Lucy while she was reading. So far, even a cluster of Filibuster’s set off half a metre behind her chair had been unsuccessful. Rose suspected some magical assistance from Uncle Percy on that front, but James and Al’s frustration was just amusing enough to keep her quiet.
Even so, she made a dramatic show of an annoyed sigh, letting her book snap shut on the table. “Honestly. It’s impossible to concentrate on anything with you three around.”
Hugo rolled his eyes pointedly at her. “Honestly. You sound more and more like Mum every time you say that.”
Al laughed, then smiled softly at her. “Sorry if we’re bothering you, Rosie. We could play something else…Gobstones, maybe?”
Rose shook her head just as the other two scoffed their protest. “I don’t think so, Al. I’ve fallen for that one before.” She stood, shoving her books back into her bag and pulling the strap up onto her shoulder. “I think I’ll just get out of here instead.”
James tossed another card onto the table, grinning at the loud pop his action rewarded him. The object of the game was for it not to be your card that made the precarious stack in the center explode, but the three of them had never been entirely for the traditional rules. Instead, whoever caused the most explosions won, and if one of them managed to set the parchment underneath the stack aflame, he automatically won the next three games as well. “Where to this time?”
She shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”
Her brother shook his head. “I still don’t know why you can’t study in the Library like a normal person.”
She grinned at him. “That’s an easy one. If I did that, you prats would know where to find me.”
James sniggered at this. “Oh, don’t act like we couldn’t find you if we tried. You’re not as unpredictable as you think.” He waved his hand vaguely toward the space behind where Rose had been sitting. “It’s in my bag.”
She grinned, but didn’t respond. It was true, they probably could find her. The four of them, so close in age and all destined Gryffindors, were as close as it was possible for cousins to be. They were the best of friends, and they told each other everything, which was why she knew all about James’ still quiet relationship with his god brother, Teddy Lupin, and about Al’s intense desire to get in fellow Gryffindor Chaser Zoe Finch-Fletchley’s knickers. They also all knew what it was like to wish Headmistress McGonagall would just forget to announce your last name during the Sorting Ceremony.
Bending down and concealing the two bags as well as she could, she transferred the Invisibility Cloak from his bag into her own, then stood. “Thanks, Jamie. Don’t wait up for me.”
The three of them each made a noncommittal noise and waved as she turned to leave. They knew as well as she did that when she wandered in some time after one, at least one of them would still be sitting up in the Common Room, waiting to make sure she’d been able to sneak back all right (or, as they said, to be a witness when she finally got hauled in by a Professor for being out past curfew).
She slipped out of the portrait hole and started down the familiar path, keeping an eye out for Madam Norris II but not bothering to don the cloak. She’d made this same journey enough times to know that she was unlikely to encounter anyone other than a couple of students rushing by her to make curfew, not even really seeing her.
She glanced around briefly before hurrying up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. They’d picked the spot for two reasons: first, the irony of conducting a secret relationship in the Astronomy Tower, with all of its connotations among the upper years, and second, because Scorpius had the incredible luck to be the Prefect assigned to check the tower for students out late.
Luckily, the room was empty - she’d seen more stray body parts than she would have liked, meeting him there - and she dumped her bag on the floor, sliding down the wall to sit next to it.
She was supposed to have been a Prefect as well. Headmistress McGonagall had offered her the position the summer before her fifth year, but she’d turned it down. As it turned out, being the daughter of two of the Wizarding World’s most famous citizens went a long way toward making a person notorious in the eyes of her classmates, and not always in the best of ways. The last thing she needed when she was trying just to be a normal student, she’d told her mother, was a badge on the front of her robes.
Rose didn’t have to wait long before she heard footsteps on the stairs outside the door, followed by seven knocks starting at the top of the door and ending at the bottom. She smiled as the door opened and he stuck his head in, a wide grin breaking onto his face as soon as he saw her waiting for him. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she returned, pushing herself up so that she could press a kiss to his lips. His arms wrapped around her waist and her hands gripped his arms just below the shoulder. “Good day?”
He kissed her again. “Better now.”
She laughed. “You always say that.”
He shrugged. “It’s always true.”
Resting her head on his shoulder, she said, “I’ve got about two hours before they start wondering about me.”
“We’d have more if you’d slip sleeping potion into their pumpkin juice at dinner like I suggested.” He sighed then, and she closed her eyes, knowing what was coming and wishing it wouldn’t. “Or if you’d just tell them.”
She pulled back to look him in the eyes. “You’re right. How foolish I’ve been, keeping them in the dark! How about I tell them right before the next Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match? Then they can knock you off your broom proper and be done with it.”
“They’ve tried before and haven’t managed it yet,” he said with a grin and she scowled.
“They haven’t had the right motivation yet.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she shook her head. “I don’t want to argue with you about this. Not when we’ve only got a couple of hours.”
He frowned and opened his mouth to try again, and she took the advantage to capture his lips in another, deeper kiss. Her hands found the back of his neck, and he gave in, tightening the arms around her waist to pull her closer. “This isn’t over,” he said when they stopped for breath.
“Just the beginning,” she agreed, backing him against the wall and pulling his face back to hers.
“Two days in a row?” Lily growled in her ear, and Rose frowned. She suspected this fight was brought on more than a little by her conversation with Scorpius the night before.
This one hadn’t been going on long, but she could feel the tension in the air. It was earlier than normal as well, and they’d yet to make it out of the Entrance Hall after breakfast.
“Do you really have nothing better to do than be insulted by us, Malfoy?” James asked, his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips.
“None of the girls around here are gullible enough to fuck you, I suppose,” Al added and Lily coughed to cover up a laugh. Rose glared at her until a glance at Scorpius saw him grinning, and she swallowed in concern.
“Guess not. Got any suggestions?” He looked at Hugo. “How about your sister, Weasley? I bet I could show her a good time.”
Hugo pointed his wand at Scorpius’ chest and growled. “Fucking bastard. You stay away from her!”
Lily and Rose shared a look that was half annoyance, half worry.
Scorpius shook his head. “No manners, Weasley. I wonder why that is?” He glanced at Jeremy and Vince with a smirk. “Must be that Mudblood mother of yours.”
As Vince and Jeremy laughed, the rest of their little world suffered a silent explosion, sharp retorts lost in shock. Scorpius gave his usual triumphant smirk.
The quiet didn’t last long, however, and Al and James were having to hold Hugo back as he tried to lunge forward, his wand still clenched in his fist but long forgotten. He was shouting obscenities and a couple ‘I dare you to say that again, Malfoy’s but Rose didn’t really hear him.
Beside her, Lily’s mouth fell open and snapped shut a couple of times, and she tilted her head to stare at the ceiling in disbelief. Rose didn’t notice that, either.
Instead, she was staring at Scorpius, whose gazed wavered back and forth between her face and the wand she had aimed steadily at his chest. She couldn’t keep the hurt out of her eyes and she knew that her face had probably gone red.
“My father was right about you,” she said, and her brother’s struggling stopped. The three of them were staring at her in confusion.
“Rose,” Scorpius started, but she cut him off with a loud, “No!”
She shook her head; she didn’t want to hear it. “Go fuck yourself, Malfoy.”
Her arm dropped, and he started to take a step forward, but she saw Lily lift a hand to stop him. She took a couple of steps backward, then turned and went for the castle door at a jog.
Behind her, she heard Lily’s snapped, “Idiot,” followed by quick footsteps. But she didn’t stop, not even when more footsteps signaled that the boys were coming too. She didn’t stop, in fact, until she reached the Quidditch Pitch, where she slid to a sitting position beneath the middle pole, trying to catch her breath and folding her knees up to her chest.
The boys reached her first, Lily not far behind, and they sat down across from her. “Talk to us, Rosie,” Al said, and as much as she wanted to, she didn’t, couldn’t, her mind lost in questions and examining the confusion and concern in her cousin’s eyes.
“Has Malfoy been giving you trouble?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“We would have taken care of it.”
“We’d have smashed the poncy git’s face in, you mean.”
“Rose.” The pointed use of her name drew her eyes to meet Lily’s. “You can’t avoid it any longer. If you don’t tell them, I will.”
She couldn’t even glare; Lily was right. They weren’t idiots, and she’d been too stupidly emotional so far to play it off as nothing.
“Tell us what?” Hugo demanded, and she sighed, building her resolve.
“Scorpius hasn’t been giving me trouble,” she said, ignoring the way their eyebrows shot up at her use of his first name. “He’s my boyfriend. Or was. Is. Something. I don’t know.” She put her face into her knees, bracing.
But the yelling, the disowning, the fiery anger that she’d been expecting turned out to be a bit anticlimactic.
Albus was the first one to speak. “So it was your boyfriend who just publicly insulted you?”
“I’d say my plan to smash his face in still applies, then.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Have you been using the cloak to sneak out and fuck Malfoy?”
“Oye! That’s my sister! Wait, he got you to have sex with him? I’ll kill him!”
“You’ll have to get in line.”
“HEY!” Lily stepped in between them and Rose and raised her hands. “All of you, shut the fuck up already. Why do you think she kept it from you in the first place?” Each of them scowled at her, but kept quiet, at least for a moment, which was all she needed. “Now, we just need to figure out how to fix it.”
Rose laughed, and the protests on the boys’ lips fell away. “There’s nothing to fix, Lily.” She pushed herself to her feet, dusting the grass and dirt from the back of her robes.
Lily looked at her with worried eyes. “Of course there is! Come on, Rosie, you know he didn’t mean it.”
Rose shook her head. “Maybe not, but he made me a promise never to bring me into it or make me choose sides and he did it twice in thirty seconds because we had some stupid disagreement last night over whether or not to come clean to you guys.” She met Lily’s eyes with a scowl. “I suppose you can tell him congratulations from me; they definitely know now.”
More silence followed her away.
A dark shadow covered the page she was staring at, and Rose looked up to see her three favorite people standing over her with their arms crossed.
“This isn’t going to work, Rosie.”
She frowned, turning her body in the chair so that her book was bathed in light again and looking back down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
James yanked the book from her hands and held it behind his back, earning himself a glare. “All you’ve done for three weeks is homework. It’s not healthy.” She went for her bag to grab another book, but Hugo got there first and pulled it out of reach.
“It’s very healthy. Just ask Mum. She’ll agree with me.”
Al shook his head. “No she won’t.”
She raised a defiant eyebrow. “She’s always telling you three to study more, so how do you know she won’t agree with me?”
“She told us,” he said, and she turned horrified eyes on her brother.
“You owled her about this?”
“What else were we supposed to do?” he asked, and she groaned. “You pushed us out! You’ve never pushed us out before. And as loathe as we usually are to admit it, Mum tends to know what to do when we don’t.”
James held out his hand for her bag and Hugo handed it over. “Now,” he said, shoving the cloak inside, “it’s a few minutes before curfew. You’re going to go talk to him. Hear him out. We set it up this morning. He said he’d meet you at the ‘regular place,’ wherever that is, and knock seven times.”
He offered the bag to her, but she just stared at it, then met each of their eyes in turn. “You three set this up?”
Al grinned. “Don’t worry, we were civil. Mostly.”
She shook her head and stood, grabbing her bag and pulling the strap onto her shoulder. “Fine. I’m not making any promises, though.”
“Hey,” James said, “As long as you’re Rosie again when you come back, I don’t care if you jump him or kill him.” Hugo reached over to smack him in the back of the head. “Ow!”
The seven knocks that stretched the height of the Astronomy Tower door were more tentative than usual, and the expression on Scorpius’ face was all skepticism when he looked inside. When their gazes locked, however, his wide and relieved grin caught her off guard and she nearly returned it. “You came.”
She was sitting on one of the large window sills, her legs dangling a few inches above the floor, and she looked down at her feet. “I did.”
He closed the door and crossed the room, taking a spot next to her. “I’m glad.”
She didn’t answer, instead waiting for him to launch into whatever she was here to listen to and trying to ignore the fact that he was staring at her from the corner of his eye.
As the silence stretched on, she started to wonder if coming had been a mistake. After all, she could have been sitting in a room awkwardly with someone back in Gryffindor Tower and not be risking getting caught out past curfew.
“I broke my promise,” he said finally, turning his face to look at her properly.
She nodded, still looking at the floor. “Yeah, you did. But that’s not why we’re here.”
He hesitated. “It’s not?”
“No,” she said. “I already know what you did wrong.” She turned her head briefly to meet his eyes. “What I want to know is what you’re going to do about it.”
He was the one that looked down now, fiddling with the hem of his robe. “I’ve thought about that a lot, actually.”
“Have you come up with anything?”
He smiled slightly. “Well, I’ve been seriously considering my father’s advice to just stop being a bastard and tell you how much I love you.”
She snorted in laughter and briefly wondered if no one could do anything on his own anymore. “You asked your father?”
He couldn’t help the full smile this time, saying, “Well, he’s made my Mum angry so many times, I figured he’d be the right person to ask.”
She shook her head. “If that’s who you wanted, you should have owled my dad. He should be the expert by now.”
Scorpius paused again, looking at her peripherally. “He also told me that I should only be so lucky to meet your mother. He said that he’d made the same mistake when he was in school, but that if there was ever a muggle-born witch with purer magic in her veins than Hermione Granger, he’d eat his Slytherin tie. Apparently, she’s frighteningly brilliant.”
She was staring at him now, shocked. She’d heard the words from her dad and Uncle Harry too many times to count, almost as many times as she’d heard that Draco Malfoy was an arse. “She certainly leaves an impression, doesn’t she?”
“I want to meet her,” he said then, looking at her with a question in his eyes. “I want to apologize to her, and I want to tell her that I’m in love with her daughter.”
He barely had the last word out, and she took his face between her hands and brought their lips together in a kiss that held three weeks worth of bottled passion. When she pulled back for breath, she said, “Your father is a smooth talker.”
He laughed. “I had to get it somewhere.” He pulled fully back to look at her. “Does that mean you’re taking me home?”
She smiled. “Sounds good.” She kissed him again, softly this time.
She slid off the window sill and pulled her bag onto her shoulder again. “I should probably get back to Gryffindor Tower. They’ll definitely be waiting for me this time.”
He joined her with a wide grin. “I could walk you, if you’d like. Since there’s no reason to keep me hidden away anymore.”
She returned the grin with a mock eye-roll. “Fine.”
He opened the door for her, and she stepped down only to see Hugo and Lily waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs, leaning casually side by side against the opposite wall.
She raised an eyebrow, and her brother said, “We had to make sure he wasn’t going to fuck it up again.” His eyes looked behind her to Scorpius.
Lily nodded beside him. “Glad to see he didn’t.”
She smiled. “No, he didn’t.” The both of them in the corridor now, she felt Scorpius take her hand.
Hugo rolled his eyes but let the display pass, looking pointedly at Scorpius. “As long as you realize what will happen if you do.”
She frowned at him. “Hugo, don’t.”
He held out his hands. “I’m serious! Dad owled after you left: he and Uncle Harry want to meet Scorpius over Christmas holiday.”