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AN: Please don't kill me, because I love you all! I'm still working on Verboden, but this plot bunny was jumping around in my head. I could NOT write any more of Verboden unless I got this idea out of my head. Hence why I'm starting a new story. I promise, once I get all of my ideas out and writing I'll continue writing Verboden. I'm older now, and wiser. So hopefully my writing will be better. : ) Lots of love.

Chapter One

Not a lot of people like the rain, but Rose did. When it stormed she was quick to change into a colorful pair of rain boots and go splashing in the muddy puddles. Maybe she was a little weird, but she didn't care. She loved when her long, fiery hair stuck to her face. The spicy scent of her perfume washed away from her skin, leaving her smelling like the grass, and the trees, and of course the rain. When the sky rumbled, like it hadn't eaten in days, Rose could hardly think of anything but the sound. She could empty her mind of all her troubles, and let them soak into the earth. They would resurface, once she went back inside, but she didn't think about it. She just reveled in her peace, for it never lasted very long.

This time, the storm was especially loud. Rose was curled up under a tree, looking out across the lake. The Giant Squid had surfaced, and was dancing around in the waves. He liked the rain, too. Rose dug the tips of her fingers into the sand, which was still warm despite the rain. Without putting much though into it, she laid down on her side, pressing her face again the sand. Her clothes were going to be filthy, but she could clean them later.

"I told you she'd be out here."

"You could have let her rot."

"Albus was looking for her, and you know him. He's so damn protective over her; he can't seem to relax when he doesn't know where she is."

Rose's eyes were closed; she must have fallen asleep. There was no more rain, no more cracks of thunder, and now the sun was beating down on her face. She could feel the stinging in her skin; she'd gotten sunburn. Rose's skin was so fair that it never tanned, it just burned.

"Hurry and wake her up, I have a lot better things to do than babysit little helpless Rosie."

"Honey, be nice."

Cracking an eye open, Rose could make out the faces of the two people above her. Ah, it was her least favorite cousin duo; Lucy and Louis Weasley. The carrot top and the dumb blonde. Bonnie and Clyde. Beavis and Butthead. The whore and the homosexual. The bitch and the snob. You get the idea.

Lucy had never liked Rose, and she did not have a clue as to why. Rose felt it was because she wasn't as ugly as Lucy, and because everyone else in the family seemed to adore her. Rose's parents were always telling her that Lucy was jealous, but she didn't know what there was to be jealous of. Though Rose had a prettier face and thin body, Lucy had a little too much curves in the front and the back. Guys seemed to like it. Not the kind of boys Rose fancied, but still. For a long time Rose had wished boys would look at her like they looked at her cousin.

Rose liked her own hair better than her cousin's, though. Lucy's hair was orange and made her head look like a giant pumpkin, in Rose's opinion. It was bone straight, and cut short in an uneven bob. She looked like she was thirty. Rose's hair, however, was pure dark red. She liked it much better than the traditional orangey hair of her family. Hers fell to the middle of her back, and was curled and wavy. Lucy had called it unruly at one time, but Rose loved it.

Louis and Rose, on the other hand, had been very close when they were growing up. They'd lived the closest together of all the other cousins and had been exceptionally close. That ended when they went off to Hogwarts. Although he was never mean to her, the cold, criticizing air always seemed to surround him when Rose was around. He never said more than a couple polite words to her now and although she would not admit it, that made her feel like dung.

Rose was hoping that they'd go away, now that they knew where she was and could tell Albus. She would have gotten her wish, but Lucy kicked sand at her.

"You fat bitch, you got sand in my eye!" Rose spat.

Both Louis and Lucy's eyes grew wide; Rose rarely ever cussed.

"Who are you calling a fat bitch, you spindly little tramp?"

Maybe she was so daft that she thought that would hurt Rose's feelings. "Me, a tramp? Ha! You're one to talk. You've got more maggots crawling between your legs than a decaying body." Rose was the farthest thing from a tramp; she'd never even seen a boy naked.

Rose started sitting up while her cousin shouted out various profanities, and Louis just stood back watching as if they were performing for him. She began dusting the sand off of her face and her clothes. Once it was as good as it was going to get, she shook any sand out of her hair and ran her hands through it a couple times.

Pushing down on her feet, Rose easily got up from the ground. She was shorter than her two cousins, so she had to look up a little to look at them. Lucy was fuming, and Louis seemed a bit too entertained.

"You could afford to be a bit nicer, Rose."

Rose gave Louis a look of utter disgust and brushed past him to find Albus. She'd never given them a reason not to like her. She was always sweet to them, or tried to be, but lately she was getting sick of just letting them walk all over her. She knew that the next time she was them, however, she'd be nice like always and brush off any remarks they tossed her way. Hopefully Albus would be with her, then.

"You look rather wet today, Weasley."

Perfect.

Rose glanced around before she met the pale blue eyes of her fellow seventh year, Scorpius Malfoy. He was everything she would never be; rich, popular, muscular, male, and attractive. It was a wonder he talked to her at all.

"That I do, Malfoy."

"Been sitting out in the rain again?" he asked, coming closer and eyeing her. She hated when he did that.

"Uh, yeah," after a moment Rose sighed. Being around him made her nervous. "I'm going to go inside and change… I'm sure I look dreadful."

Scorpius reached up and brushed some sand off of her arm. "You do look rather disheveled." He commented, smiling when she gave him a dirty look. "I'll see you around, Weasley." He clapped her on the shoulder, and then strutted off in that way of his. She wished dearly that she could hate him, but he was usually rather polite to her.

Once he was gone, Rose hurried into the castle. She was relieved to finally be out of the sun, and thankful that she wasn't too far from the Ravenclaw Tower. She made it to her dormitory without being stopped again. She took a quick shower, the hot water waking her up more. Once she got out she wrapped herself up in a towel and went back in her room. It was still empty.

She sat in front of the mirror, brushing out her hair. After using a drying spell she braided it, holding it together at the bottom with a ribbon. Rose would have liked to stay in her room and do homework, since it was Saturday, but she knew she had better find Albus. After slipping on a short brown dress and spraying herself with perfume, Rose left.

Rose did not fancy going in the dungeons to find her cousin, but it was inevitable. Somehow he'd been sorted into Slytherin, while she was put into Ravenclaw. Why couldn't they both have been put in Gryffindor? Rose's life might be a much happier place… only Lucy was in Gryffindor. Maybe it was a good thing they weren't in the same house.

Albus was right where she'd expected him to be, traipsing around like he owned the place with his group of friends. One of which was Malfoy.

"Ah Weasley, you sure clean up well."

Rose gave him a phony smile, and was about to say something when Albus attacked her.

"Where have you been?" Albus was a bloke's bloke; he was always playing Quidditch, and talking about girls, and messing around with girls, but he was a family bloke first. Rose happened to be his favorite family member, and he treated her like she was his little sister, even though they were just months apart.

"I woke up this morning when I heard it raining and went outside."

"And how early was that?"

"Probably three or four in the morning."

"You need to go to the hospital wing, Rosie!"

"Al! I'm fine."

"You could get pneumonia!"

"I'm not going to."

"Hypothermia!"

"I seriously doubt that."

"Do you know how long those things take to heal? Even with magic? Muggles die from that all the time! I don't want you catching anything that people die from!"

"Albus, mate. She looks fine to me." Scorpius had cut in, and was eyeing her again. Why did he have to do that?

"Thank you, Malfoy."

"Anytime."

"Oh shove it, mate. We all know you just want to get in her pants."

Scorpius' head shot around to look at Lorcan Scamander, and he turned into a blur as he pounced on top of the smaller boy. Rose watched them wrestle around on the ground like a couple of baboons and raised an eyebrow. "I don't have pants on."

The group gave a simultaneous sigh, and a few boys chuckled. Rose was way too naïve for her own good.

"Just ignore them, they're stupid." Al said, "What are you doing the rest of the day?"

"I, uh…nothing."

"Good. You can come to Hogsmeade with us."

"Oh no, I couldn't!"

"Why not?" Albus asked, looking a little hurt.

"I wouldn't want to keep you from pursuing any girls or anything, and I'm sure your friends wouldn't want me to come along…"

"Are you kidding?" Adam Jordan said, coming out from the group and putting an arm around her shoulders. "Rose, baby, about half of us have tried pursuing you in the past couple of years. Myself included. Your cousin here just wouldn't allow it."

"That's right." Lorcan said, having finally surrendered to Scorpius after being held down with his arm bent painfully. He, too, put an arm around Rose. "You haven't gotten a clue how many of us would kill to ravish you just once." He kissed her gently on the cheek and she blushed furiously. "Myself included."

"The poor girl is never going to want to be around us again because of you two. You'll scare her away." At this voice, Rose's heart skipped a beat. Marc Flint.

"We're the only reason she'll want to come around again, Flint!" Lorcan said. Rose got along best with boys. The only girl friend that she had was her cousin Lily, and she was family. These boys weren't really her friends, but besides people she was related to, they were the closest things she had to it.

"Alright, alright, I think you two need to give her a bit of space." Albus said, pulling Rose away from Alex and Lorcan. Rose smiled, knowing Al got nervous when she was too close to boys. "We need to get going to Hogsmeade, anyway. I want to get a few hours in before nightfall."

Rose walked more or less by herself. Albus and Scorpius were at the front, talking about Quidditch or something. Lorcan, Alex, and the others were in the middle, fooling around. Rose fell at the back, not wanting to get in the way, trying to fall behind so she could think… and so she could stare at Marc. He was so far out of her league; it made her sick to think about it.

"Mind if I walk with you?"

Merlin. She'd been so busy thinking about him that she hadn't noticed him stop and wait for her. Rose could feel herself shaking, like she always did when he came around. "N-not at all."

Marc smiled at her, and her stomach did flips. "Don't look so scared, Rosie. I don't bite."

Rose tried to laugh, but found she was afraid it'd sound stupid. "Are you sure about that?" she asked.

"I do look like I would, don't I?"

Rose had to admit he did. He was scraggly, and rough looking. His hair was always messy and was a nice shade of dark brown. He could easily be a werewolf. She found his dangerous air to be intoxicating, alluring. Rose didn't usually have crushes on people, but Marc was the exception.

"Well if looks truly are a reflection of what's inside, then you must an angel. Perfect and sweet." Rose never knew that words could really make a girl swoon.

"You don't mean that."

"Do you wanna bet?" he asked.

"No. But you can try to prove it."

Just as Marc started to whisper into Rose's ear, Scorpius looked back. He stopped mid-step and started to storm towards them.

"Oh, no you don't." Albus said, grabbing his best mate's arm and pulling him along behind him.

"But Albus don't you see him? It's quite obvious what's going on there and I-"

"Marc is probably the only person I would actually trust with her. If they want to whisper things to each other, let them. Rose would never forgive you if you tried to keep them apart."

"And why do you say that?"

Albus paused for a moment, before lowering his voice. "Don't tell her I told you, but Rose fancies Marc. A lot."

Scorpius felt like he was going to throw up. "Just rip out my heart and stomp all over it, why don't you." He murmured. Albus, Lorcan, and Alex were the only people who knew about his little… thing for Rose. He didn't like her. He just didn't like when other people liked her. Or touched her, or talked to her.

"Aw, mate. I forgot."

"No you didn't." Scorpius tried not to look as gutted as he felt.

Alex and Lorcan wandered up to them and Alex clapped Scorpius on the back. "Alright mush!"

"Fuck off."

"What's the matter with him?" Lorcan asked Albus.

"He's in a nark."

"What for?"

"Look for yourself."

The two boys turned to see Marc, still chatting up Rose.

"Ah! Don't be so stroppy, mate," said Lorcan.

"I'm not."

"You wouldn't have had a chance with her anyway."

"Thanks for that, mate."

Under normal circumstances, Scorpius would have told them off for grinding on his nerves. Now, he was too forlorn to even think straight.

"You know what'll make you feel better?" Albus said, patting Scorpius on the back.

"Committing homicide? A crime of passion?"

"You're such a drama queen. What I was going to say, was that we could get shit-faced and find a couple nice girls to shag. It'll get your mind off Rosie, that's for sure."

"How can you hug her and willingly let her go?"

"Sweet Morgan le Fay of Avalon, can you think of nothing else?"

"Of course I can. I can think of lots of things."

"Like what?"

"Like how I'd like to have Marc's head on the end of a stake. And I won't be able to sleep tonight until I do."

"You have issues, my friend."

"That I do, Potty. That I do."

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