Dear Gerdy: Chapter 2 - Back at Hogwarts
Back with Chapter 2 of my Rose and Scorpius fic. I had planned to write this a couple days ago, but between work and a family emergency (somewhat handled, but we're ok) the days just got away from me. But seeing as this chapter is called 'Back at Hogwarts' and today is September 1st (for another 12 minutes), I wanted to get this chapter posted today. So I've spent the last few hours writing this chapter, I probably restarted it half a dozen times, but I've finally got a final version that I'm happy with.
Special thanks to makoshark8 for commenting on the last chapter, I really appreciate it.
So without further ado, here is chapter 2.
Title: Dear Gerdy
Rating: T
Pairing: Scorpius/Rose (eventually)
Genre: Romance, Drama
When: Next Generation
Warnings: n/a
Story Links: Masterpost | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Epilogue
Summary/Notes: Rose is in her 7th year at Hogwarts and is new Gerdy for Hogwarts' anonymous advice column Dear Gerdy. That coupled with her school work and changes in her relationship with Scorpius, will make this year interesting.
Chapter 2: Back at Hogwarts
Dear Gerdy,
I was sorted into Slytherin. How do I tell my parents?
Sincerely,
Surprise Snake
Dear Surprise Snake,
There isn't anything wrong with being in Slytherin. Yes, they have produced more dark wizards than the other houses, but not everyone is bad. As long as you remain true to yourself and don’t let people convince you to change your moral fiber, you’ll be good. The Sorting Hat put you in Slytherin for a reason; it’s up to you to figure what that reason is.
As for your parents, they’ll probably be surprised as well, but I’m sure they will be proud of you no matter what house you were sorted into.
Always,
Gerdy
Keeping a secret was hard.
Especially for Rose. She had never been a good secret keeper, especially when it meant keeping something from the people she was closest to.
People like Scorpius Malfoy, her best friend.
She had been friends with Scorpius since first year. He had been the first Malfoy to be sorted in a house other than Slytherin and she had been one of three Weasley’s to not be sorted into Gryffindor, the other two being her cousins Molly (Hufflepuff) and Lucy (Slytherin). Instead, they had both been sorted into Ravenclaw and hadn’t known anyone other than each other, but that was by name only.
It hadn’t been until two weeks into the semester that they had spoken to each other for the first time. She had come back to Ravenclaw Tower to get a book she had forgotten and found him standing in front of the door trying to figure out the answer to that day’s riddle. It had taken the pair of them a good five minutes before they had worked it out together and were allowed to entry the common room.
After that day, Rose had found herself looking for Scorpius during meals, classes and in the common room and one thing had become quite clear to her-he didn’t seem to have many friends-and she had taken it upon herself to help him make friends.
Enter the Weasley offspring.
Rose had faced opposition from both Scorpius and her cousins at her idea that they could all be friends, but by the end of their first year, Scorpius had been friends with them all. They had even managed to convince their fathers to let Scorpius visit a couple times during that first summer.
In the years that had followed, Scorpius had become Rose’s biggest confidant. There was nothing that she felt she couldn’t share with him and she was sure he felt the same way. They were the best of friends, even if people wanted to define them as more than friends.
But now she had a secret, one that she vowed to not tell anyone.
And it hadn’t taken Scorpius long after joining her and her cousins in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express to ask her if she was ok.
She hadn’t even gotten through the first hour of the train ride, how was she supposed to get through the rest of the year-no, the rest of her life-with this secret?
After she had assured him she was fine, it seemed like every time she looked up, he was watching her, a strange look on his face. But unlike other looks he had given her over the years, the emotions behind it were unreadable and that had worried her.
That look had stayed in her mind throughout the feast and long after they had all retired to their dormitories. She had gone through a hundred different reasons as to what that look had meant and had finally come to a startling realization: Scorpius had his own secret.
She knew why she couldn’t divulge her secret to him, but why in Merlin’s name couldn’t he tell her his secret?
Over the past week, she had waited for him to reveal his secret, but he kept his mouth shut. She knew that nobody else could tell there was something different about their relationship, but she could tell. They still talked and hung out together, but he had become suddenly polite, like opening doors for her and pulling out her chairs. It was driving her bonkers.
When she had visited the Room of Requirement the last night to take care of the Gerdy duties, she had been tempted to skip the change handwriting charm to see if she could find a letter from Scorpius, but she couldn’t do it. Instead, she had performed the charm then had read through the fifty or so letters that had been waiting for her and chose ten to answer.
It had been nearly midnight by the time she had finished answering the letters and using the copy charm to make enough copies for her fellow students to read over breakfast. She had finished her duties by casting a delivery charm (which her mum had admitted to creating) that vanished the stack of papers from the Room of Requirement and delivered them to the Great Hall.
By the time she had returned to the common room, Scorpius had been the only one awake.
“Where have you been?” He had demanded. “You left hours ago, Rose. You’re -”
“I’m fine, Scorpius,” she had replied. “And I’m exhausted, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
She had retired to her room, but hadn’t been able to fall asleep. She hated having to keep a secret this big from him.
This morning, she had gotten up extra early to see as many reactions to her first Dear Gerdy piece as possible. She had taken her potions book with her so she could eaves drop on other people’s conversations, but Scorpius’ arrival had put an end to that.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?” He had asked, sitting down next to her.
“It’s Saturday, I thought you were going to sleep in,” she had shrugged. “Otherwise, I would have -”
It had been then that she had caught the first whiff of his cologne and hadn’t been able to keep herself from leaning closer to him, to try and figure out what it smelt like. But before she had had a chance to even begin to figure it out, Albus had arrived on the scene.
“What are you doing, Rosie?” Her cousin had asked amusement evident in his voice.
“Nothing,” Rose had replied, sitting back up. She hadn’t been able to look her cousin in the eye as he had sat down on the other side of the table, apparently having decided to eat breakfast with them.
“Right,” Albus had stated. “So Scorpius, since Rose won’t tell me, why was she smelling you?”
Rose had kicked her cousin under the table, but he had ignored her and waited for Scorpius’ answer.
“Just going for something new,” Scorpius had shrugged.
Rose had been fine with that excuse; really who was she to complain that he smelt good?
But it hadn’t been until now, an hour after lunch, that she realized that Albus hadn’t been fine with Scorpius’ answer.
She had been on her way to the library to study when she had heard their voices down and stopped to listen.
“So, who is she?” Albus asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scorpius replied.
“Yes, you do,” Albus stated. “Who is the girl you’re trying to impress?”
“What makes you think I’m trying to impress anyone?” Scorpius asked.
Rose didn’t have to see her cousin to know he was getting frustrated.
“Look, Scorpius -”
“Hi Rose!” Lily greeted, coming from behind her.
Rose groaned and turned to face her cousin as two pairs of feet came hurrying up the hall and turned the corner.
Busted.
Special thanks to makoshark8 for commenting on the last chapter, I really appreciate it.
So without further ado, here is chapter 2.
Title: Dear Gerdy
Rating: T
Pairing: Scorpius/Rose (eventually)
Genre: Romance, Drama
When: Next Generation
Warnings: n/a
Story Links: Masterpost | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Epilogue
Summary/Notes: Rose is in her 7th year at Hogwarts and is new Gerdy for Hogwarts' anonymous advice column Dear Gerdy. That coupled with her school work and changes in her relationship with Scorpius, will make this year interesting.
Chapter 2: Back at Hogwarts
Dear Gerdy,
I was sorted into Slytherin. How do I tell my parents?
Sincerely,
Surprise Snake
Dear Surprise Snake,
There isn't anything wrong with being in Slytherin. Yes, they have produced more dark wizards than the other houses, but not everyone is bad. As long as you remain true to yourself and don’t let people convince you to change your moral fiber, you’ll be good. The Sorting Hat put you in Slytherin for a reason; it’s up to you to figure what that reason is.
As for your parents, they’ll probably be surprised as well, but I’m sure they will be proud of you no matter what house you were sorted into.
Always,
Gerdy
Keeping a secret was hard.
Especially for Rose. She had never been a good secret keeper, especially when it meant keeping something from the people she was closest to.
People like Scorpius Malfoy, her best friend.
She had been friends with Scorpius since first year. He had been the first Malfoy to be sorted in a house other than Slytherin and she had been one of three Weasley’s to not be sorted into Gryffindor, the other two being her cousins Molly (Hufflepuff) and Lucy (Slytherin). Instead, they had both been sorted into Ravenclaw and hadn’t known anyone other than each other, but that was by name only.
It hadn’t been until two weeks into the semester that they had spoken to each other for the first time. She had come back to Ravenclaw Tower to get a book she had forgotten and found him standing in front of the door trying to figure out the answer to that day’s riddle. It had taken the pair of them a good five minutes before they had worked it out together and were allowed to entry the common room.
After that day, Rose had found herself looking for Scorpius during meals, classes and in the common room and one thing had become quite clear to her-he didn’t seem to have many friends-and she had taken it upon herself to help him make friends.
Enter the Weasley offspring.
Rose had faced opposition from both Scorpius and her cousins at her idea that they could all be friends, but by the end of their first year, Scorpius had been friends with them all. They had even managed to convince their fathers to let Scorpius visit a couple times during that first summer.
In the years that had followed, Scorpius had become Rose’s biggest confidant. There was nothing that she felt she couldn’t share with him and she was sure he felt the same way. They were the best of friends, even if people wanted to define them as more than friends.
But now she had a secret, one that she vowed to not tell anyone.
And it hadn’t taken Scorpius long after joining her and her cousins in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express to ask her if she was ok.
She hadn’t even gotten through the first hour of the train ride, how was she supposed to get through the rest of the year-no, the rest of her life-with this secret?
After she had assured him she was fine, it seemed like every time she looked up, he was watching her, a strange look on his face. But unlike other looks he had given her over the years, the emotions behind it were unreadable and that had worried her.
That look had stayed in her mind throughout the feast and long after they had all retired to their dormitories. She had gone through a hundred different reasons as to what that look had meant and had finally come to a startling realization: Scorpius had his own secret.
She knew why she couldn’t divulge her secret to him, but why in Merlin’s name couldn’t he tell her his secret?
Over the past week, she had waited for him to reveal his secret, but he kept his mouth shut. She knew that nobody else could tell there was something different about their relationship, but she could tell. They still talked and hung out together, but he had become suddenly polite, like opening doors for her and pulling out her chairs. It was driving her bonkers.
When she had visited the Room of Requirement the last night to take care of the Gerdy duties, she had been tempted to skip the change handwriting charm to see if she could find a letter from Scorpius, but she couldn’t do it. Instead, she had performed the charm then had read through the fifty or so letters that had been waiting for her and chose ten to answer.
It had been nearly midnight by the time she had finished answering the letters and using the copy charm to make enough copies for her fellow students to read over breakfast. She had finished her duties by casting a delivery charm (which her mum had admitted to creating) that vanished the stack of papers from the Room of Requirement and delivered them to the Great Hall.
By the time she had returned to the common room, Scorpius had been the only one awake.
“Where have you been?” He had demanded. “You left hours ago, Rose. You’re -”
“I’m fine, Scorpius,” she had replied. “And I’m exhausted, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
She had retired to her room, but hadn’t been able to fall asleep. She hated having to keep a secret this big from him.
This morning, she had gotten up extra early to see as many reactions to her first Dear Gerdy piece as possible. She had taken her potions book with her so she could eaves drop on other people’s conversations, but Scorpius’ arrival had put an end to that.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?” He had asked, sitting down next to her.
“It’s Saturday, I thought you were going to sleep in,” she had shrugged. “Otherwise, I would have -”
It had been then that she had caught the first whiff of his cologne and hadn’t been able to keep herself from leaning closer to him, to try and figure out what it smelt like. But before she had had a chance to even begin to figure it out, Albus had arrived on the scene.
“What are you doing, Rosie?” Her cousin had asked amusement evident in his voice.
“Nothing,” Rose had replied, sitting back up. She hadn’t been able to look her cousin in the eye as he had sat down on the other side of the table, apparently having decided to eat breakfast with them.
“Right,” Albus had stated. “So Scorpius, since Rose won’t tell me, why was she smelling you?”
Rose had kicked her cousin under the table, but he had ignored her and waited for Scorpius’ answer.
“Just going for something new,” Scorpius had shrugged.
Rose had been fine with that excuse; really who was she to complain that he smelt good?
But it hadn’t been until now, an hour after lunch, that she realized that Albus hadn’t been fine with Scorpius’ answer.
She had been on her way to the library to study when she had heard their voices down and stopped to listen.
“So, who is she?” Albus asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scorpius replied.
“Yes, you do,” Albus stated. “Who is the girl you’re trying to impress?”
“What makes you think I’m trying to impress anyone?” Scorpius asked.
Rose didn’t have to see her cousin to know he was getting frustrated.
“Look, Scorpius -”
“Hi Rose!” Lily greeted, coming from behind her.
Rose groaned and turned to face her cousin as two pairs of feet came hurrying up the hall and turned the corner.
Busted.