Dear Gerdy: Chapter 5 - Confrontation
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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 5: Confrontation
Dear Gerdy,
I’m seeing this bird and snogging her is amazing, but she is extremely clingy. My friends tell me I should just break up with her, but they don’t know what she can do with her tongue. So how do I get her to be less clingy without breaking up with her?
Sincerely,
Smothered
Dear Smothered,
Let me just start by saying that you are a right foul git and if I knew who you were, I would tell your girlfriend. I don’t so I will tell you this, if it is only the “things she can do with her tongue” that are keeping you from breaking up with her then figure out what it is she does with her tongue and find another girl that fits the type you’re looking for.
To all you ladies out there who have boyfriends who want to spend more time snogging with you than doing anything else, it might be time for a new boyfriend.
Sincerely,
Gerdy
Was pretending everything was normal when it clearly wasn’t worth the hassle?
Rose was beginning to think it wasn’t.
It had been three weeks since the incident and their nonverbal agreement to pretend nothing happened. The idea had been that by pretending it didn’t happen, they could all go about their normal lives, but there was nothing normal about the way they were acting.
She had caught Albus and Lily having hushed conversations in odd places around the castle and they would always stop talking when they sensed her presence or saw her. Following the first of these incidents, Lily had actually found Rose and apologized for putting her nose where it didn’t belong and vowed to be there if Rose found herself needing someone to talk to.
If that wasn’t strange enough, Albus had taken to muttering things under his breath when he was studying with Rose and Scorpius in the library or sitting with them at the Ravenclaw table during breakfast and lunch. Most of what he said was too quiet for her to hear, but she swore she heard him mutter something about Scorpius’ cousin Natalia Knotts, a Slytherin first year, one time.
And then there was Scorpius himself. He had done away with the cologne (though, part of her did miss it) and had only done gentlemanly things, like opening the door for girls, that his mother would have punished him for not doing.
He had also taken to staring at her, especially this past week. It seemed like every time she looked up from her work or a meal, he was looking at her with an unreadable look on his face. Sometimes when she caught him staring, he’d look away from her, but other times he’d keep eye contact with her, almost as if he was challenging her.
Another annoying trait he had picked up was asking her where she was going. Most of the time, she was going the same place as he was, but Friday nights had become a challenge because he had obviously noticed her absence those first six Friday’s of the school year.
So this week, to save herself from being bombarded with his questions, she had decided to do the preliminary part of the weekly Dear Gerdy on Thursday while he was at Quidditch practice. She ate dinner early then took several shortcuts to the seventh floor.
After two hours of reading through the newest Dear Gerdy letters, she had left the Room of Requirement and headed to Ravenclaw Tower, hoping to be back before Scorpius returned from Quidditch practice.
She hadn’t been.
He had been waiting for her at the bottom of the spiral staircase that led to the tower, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue sweater. There was something about the look he was giving her that reminded her of the disapproving look her father had given her when he found out that she had become friends with Scorpius.
She hadn’t argued when he turned, without saying anything, and led her away from the tower. They had gone to the nearest classroom and it was there that Rose found herself now, waiting to hear whatever it was that Scorpius felt needed to be said.
“What’s going on with you, Rosie?” He finally said, his eyes seeking out her own.
She considered playing coy and replying with an ‘I don’t know,’ but she still had an essay to finish and an answer like that would only piss Scorpius off. She finally settled on saying, “Nothing.”
“It is not nothing, Rose!” Scorpius exclaimed and she had to fight back a snigger when he threw his hands in the air; he had always had a flair for the dramatics. “I know you’re hiding something from me, Rose, why can’t you just tell me what it is?”
“You’re on to talk about keeping secrets,” she muttered, crossing her arms.
“There will be a time and a place for my secret to be revealed,” he said. “But what ever you’re hiding worries me because it’s changing you.”
“What do you mean it’s changing me?” She retorted.
“Well, for one, that scene in the library,” he said, holding up one finger. “Then there are your mysterious absences on Friday nights.” He added a second finger. “Then, finally, your disappearance this evening.” He held up a third.
“So?” It annoyed her that he was keeping such a close tab on her every night of the week. Why did it matter what she was up to? It wasn’t like he was in charge of her. “It’s none of your business what I do in my free time, Scorpius.”
“Yes it damn is if you are doing something against the rules,” Scorpius said, puffing out his chest. “I am a Prefect, mind you.”
“How dare you use the fact that you are a Prefect against me!” Rose exclaimed, shoving him hard in the chest. “I may not be a Prefect, Malfoy, but I don’t break school rules. You of all people should know that, you’re supposed to be my best friend.”
“I am your best friend,” Scorpius replied, his voice softening. “Which is why I am worried about you, Rose. You haven’t been yourself at all this year and I’m at a loss as what to do. I thought about writing to your parents, but Albus talked me out of it.”
“You were going to write to my parents?!” Rose exclaimed. “What did you think I was doing?”
“That’s just it, I don’t know what you’ve been doing!” Scorpius retorted. “You won’t tell me, Albus or even Lily anything! For all I know, you’re messing around with a bad group of people or you have a boyfriend that you won’t tell us about.”
“Well let me ease your mind so you’ll get off my back,” Rose snapped. “I’m not messing around with a bad group of people and I don’t have a boyfriend. In fact, the time I spend away from you lot is my me time. Without it, I’d go insane.”
She didn’t wait for Scorpius to reply, instead, she left the classroom, took a shortcut and got to Ravenclaw Tower before he did. She went straight up to her dorm room, got ready for bed and pulled the curtains closed, willing herself to fall asleep.
Instead of sleeping, however, she laid awake thinking about what Scorpius had said. Or rather what he hadn’t said. Her mind kept replaying his response to her asking about his secret, “There will be a time and a place for my secret to be revealed.” What had that meant? And when would this time and place be?
It wasn’t until her alarm went off the next morning that she realized she had gotten a little sleep that night, but it hadn’t been enough to make the day any easier. The day just wore on and on. She had even opted to take a nap in the classroom of the class she had after lunch, instead of eating.
Once her classes had ended for the day, she had retired straight to the Room of Requirement, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to stay up late tonight to work on them. She settled into her chair and paused when she saw a new letter sitting in her Dear Gerdy box. She pulled it out and opened it, eyes widening at what was written:
Dear Gerdy,
I’m worried about my best friend. She hasn’t been herself at all this year and there are a couple nights a week where she seems to be missing. I tried to talk to her about it tonight, but she was really defensive and made up a story about needing time to herself. I don’t know what to anymore. Should I write to her parents about my concerns? Or talk to the headmistress? Help.
Sincerely,
Deeply Concerned
There was no doubt in her mind that “Deeply Concerned” was Scorpius; especially not when she recognized his handwriting after not remembering to cast the anonymous spell.
What was she supposed to do now? In years prior, she would have turned to Gerdy for help, but seeing as she was Gerdy that wasn’t an option. What she needed what her own Gerdy. Or maybe twenty-four Gerdies.
Grabbing a spare piece of parchment, Rose scribbled a note to her cousin Victorie with a simple: S.O.S. written in large letters. She closed her eyes and thought ‘I need wish my owl was here’ three times. As soon as she heard the hooting of her owl Dotie, she opened her eyes and smiled. She quickly tied the letter to her foot then opened the window that appeared in a nearby wall and let the owl out.
Too nervous to sit back down, she began to pace. Let the waiting begin.
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 5: Confrontation
Dear Gerdy,
I’m seeing this bird and snogging her is amazing, but she is extremely clingy. My friends tell me I should just break up with her, but they don’t know what she can do with her tongue. So how do I get her to be less clingy without breaking up with her?
Sincerely,
Smothered
Dear Smothered,
Let me just start by saying that you are a right foul git and if I knew who you were, I would tell your girlfriend. I don’t so I will tell you this, if it is only the “things she can do with her tongue” that are keeping you from breaking up with her then figure out what it is she does with her tongue and find another girl that fits the type you’re looking for.
To all you ladies out there who have boyfriends who want to spend more time snogging with you than doing anything else, it might be time for a new boyfriend.
Sincerely,
Gerdy
Was pretending everything was normal when it clearly wasn’t worth the hassle?
Rose was beginning to think it wasn’t.
It had been three weeks since the incident and their nonverbal agreement to pretend nothing happened. The idea had been that by pretending it didn’t happen, they could all go about their normal lives, but there was nothing normal about the way they were acting.
She had caught Albus and Lily having hushed conversations in odd places around the castle and they would always stop talking when they sensed her presence or saw her. Following the first of these incidents, Lily had actually found Rose and apologized for putting her nose where it didn’t belong and vowed to be there if Rose found herself needing someone to talk to.
If that wasn’t strange enough, Albus had taken to muttering things under his breath when he was studying with Rose and Scorpius in the library or sitting with them at the Ravenclaw table during breakfast and lunch. Most of what he said was too quiet for her to hear, but she swore she heard him mutter something about Scorpius’ cousin Natalia Knotts, a Slytherin first year, one time.
And then there was Scorpius himself. He had done away with the cologne (though, part of her did miss it) and had only done gentlemanly things, like opening the door for girls, that his mother would have punished him for not doing.
He had also taken to staring at her, especially this past week. It seemed like every time she looked up from her work or a meal, he was looking at her with an unreadable look on his face. Sometimes when she caught him staring, he’d look away from her, but other times he’d keep eye contact with her, almost as if he was challenging her.
Another annoying trait he had picked up was asking her where she was going. Most of the time, she was going the same place as he was, but Friday nights had become a challenge because he had obviously noticed her absence those first six Friday’s of the school year.
So this week, to save herself from being bombarded with his questions, she had decided to do the preliminary part of the weekly Dear Gerdy on Thursday while he was at Quidditch practice. She ate dinner early then took several shortcuts to the seventh floor.
After two hours of reading through the newest Dear Gerdy letters, she had left the Room of Requirement and headed to Ravenclaw Tower, hoping to be back before Scorpius returned from Quidditch practice.
She hadn’t been.
He had been waiting for her at the bottom of the spiral staircase that led to the tower, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue sweater. There was something about the look he was giving her that reminded her of the disapproving look her father had given her when he found out that she had become friends with Scorpius.
She hadn’t argued when he turned, without saying anything, and led her away from the tower. They had gone to the nearest classroom and it was there that Rose found herself now, waiting to hear whatever it was that Scorpius felt needed to be said.
“What’s going on with you, Rosie?” He finally said, his eyes seeking out her own.
She considered playing coy and replying with an ‘I don’t know,’ but she still had an essay to finish and an answer like that would only piss Scorpius off. She finally settled on saying, “Nothing.”
“It is not nothing, Rose!” Scorpius exclaimed and she had to fight back a snigger when he threw his hands in the air; he had always had a flair for the dramatics. “I know you’re hiding something from me, Rose, why can’t you just tell me what it is?”
“You’re on to talk about keeping secrets,” she muttered, crossing her arms.
“There will be a time and a place for my secret to be revealed,” he said. “But what ever you’re hiding worries me because it’s changing you.”
“What do you mean it’s changing me?” She retorted.
“Well, for one, that scene in the library,” he said, holding up one finger. “Then there are your mysterious absences on Friday nights.” He added a second finger. “Then, finally, your disappearance this evening.” He held up a third.
“So?” It annoyed her that he was keeping such a close tab on her every night of the week. Why did it matter what she was up to? It wasn’t like he was in charge of her. “It’s none of your business what I do in my free time, Scorpius.”
“Yes it damn is if you are doing something against the rules,” Scorpius said, puffing out his chest. “I am a Prefect, mind you.”
“How dare you use the fact that you are a Prefect against me!” Rose exclaimed, shoving him hard in the chest. “I may not be a Prefect, Malfoy, but I don’t break school rules. You of all people should know that, you’re supposed to be my best friend.”
“I am your best friend,” Scorpius replied, his voice softening. “Which is why I am worried about you, Rose. You haven’t been yourself at all this year and I’m at a loss as what to do. I thought about writing to your parents, but Albus talked me out of it.”
“You were going to write to my parents?!” Rose exclaimed. “What did you think I was doing?”
“That’s just it, I don’t know what you’ve been doing!” Scorpius retorted. “You won’t tell me, Albus or even Lily anything! For all I know, you’re messing around with a bad group of people or you have a boyfriend that you won’t tell us about.”
“Well let me ease your mind so you’ll get off my back,” Rose snapped. “I’m not messing around with a bad group of people and I don’t have a boyfriend. In fact, the time I spend away from you lot is my me time. Without it, I’d go insane.”
She didn’t wait for Scorpius to reply, instead, she left the classroom, took a shortcut and got to Ravenclaw Tower before he did. She went straight up to her dorm room, got ready for bed and pulled the curtains closed, willing herself to fall asleep.
Instead of sleeping, however, she laid awake thinking about what Scorpius had said. Or rather what he hadn’t said. Her mind kept replaying his response to her asking about his secret, “There will be a time and a place for my secret to be revealed.” What had that meant? And when would this time and place be?
It wasn’t until her alarm went off the next morning that she realized she had gotten a little sleep that night, but it hadn’t been enough to make the day any easier. The day just wore on and on. She had even opted to take a nap in the classroom of the class she had after lunch, instead of eating.
Once her classes had ended for the day, she had retired straight to the Room of Requirement, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to stay up late tonight to work on them. She settled into her chair and paused when she saw a new letter sitting in her Dear Gerdy box. She pulled it out and opened it, eyes widening at what was written:
Dear Gerdy,
I’m worried about my best friend. She hasn’t been herself at all this year and there are a couple nights a week where she seems to be missing. I tried to talk to her about it tonight, but she was really defensive and made up a story about needing time to herself. I don’t know what to anymore. Should I write to her parents about my concerns? Or talk to the headmistress? Help.
Sincerely,
Deeply Concerned
There was no doubt in her mind that “Deeply Concerned” was Scorpius; especially not when she recognized his handwriting after not remembering to cast the anonymous spell.
What was she supposed to do now? In years prior, she would have turned to Gerdy for help, but seeing as she was Gerdy that wasn’t an option. What she needed what her own Gerdy. Or maybe twenty-four Gerdies.
Grabbing a spare piece of parchment, Rose scribbled a note to her cousin Victorie with a simple: S.O.S. written in large letters. She closed her eyes and thought ‘I need wish my owl was here’ three times. As soon as she heard the hooting of her owl Dotie, she opened her eyes and smiled. She quickly tied the letter to her foot then opened the window that appeared in a nearby wall and let the owl out.
Too nervous to sit back down, she began to pace. Let the waiting begin.