I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always say to you
We know the fight will never last
but still the amount they do
I'd like to say I'm sorry for everything I put you through.
It kills me when we fight, and it scares me to
I always make you cry and it kills me when you do
As I write this now, I know this much is true
I love you with all my heart and will always be with you.
The Dorm (Rose)
I couldn't get him off my mind. I was such a jerk. Gosh, I was a jerk. I felt so bad.
My dad had told me that Draco was an idiot. A heartless, evil, mean, idot. In my stupitity, I had thought that Scorpius would be the same way.
Gosh I was wrong.
Only now, now after all the things I'd done to him, after all the things I'd said to him, had I realized that I had treated him the way Draco had treated my father.
And he hadn't ever done a single little thing to me. Ever.
In my ignorance, I had created a fantasy in my mind where he called me a 'filthy little blood traitor', or the daughter of a 'disgusting mudblood.'
My words pounded in my ears, echoing voices that throbbed in my mind, all the pain I had caused him rebounding back at me.
I started crying.
I needed to go apologize. But how? Wouldn't a apology seem stupid after all that I'd done?
Grace Chang walked in. Her pretty doll-like face knit together with concern when she saw me. I wanted her to go away. She wouldn't understand. But she was my roomamate, so she had every right to be in here.
"Aww, Rose, what's the matter?" she said soothingly as she sat next to me on my red quilt, patting my back.
"N-n-nothing," I said pathetically.
"Oh, stop crying already," she said sternly, but kindly, "And tell me what you'r crying about." I looked up at her, my eyes wet with tears. She muttered a summoning charm, and a box of Kleenex appeared. I helped myself to a tissue.
"So what's all this drama about?" she said softly.
"Ummmmmm...," I stuttered, looking deeply into Grace's large brown eyes, fighting with myself about whether I should tell her or not. I told her. "Its, uh... Scorpius." She raised her eyebrows.
"No, I don't have a thing for him or anything, its just..." Grace cocked her head.
"What?"
"I've been so terrible to him, and he's never... done anything to me."
"Scorpius Malfoy?"
"Yeah."
"The one you sit next to in Potions?"
"Yeah."
"What sort of things have you done?"
"Well..," I blushed scarlet red, "I tease him a lot, I called him a death eater a couple times, I tricked him once into beliving that Lily liked him which ended him up in a very embarassing situation-"
"Okay," she said wincing, "That's pretty bad."
"More like awful."
"Yeah... Pretty awful," Grace laughed, "No one else has been nice either, though."
"So that's an excuse for me?!?!?"
"No," she said, sighing, "Ugghhhh. I don't know where this is leading, but I say you go talk to him-"
"TALK TO HIM?"
"I got your back, Weasley"
She gave me a hug. It was awkward, so I wrapped both my arms around her and cried some more, each tear a reminder of what I'd done. And I realized, when we think we don't need help, that's when we really do.
