Sparks of Fyre (a Scorose FanFiction)

Chapter Fifteen (Rose)

Albus Potter stared down his redheaded cousin as she clambered through the portrait hole. It was almost nine o'clock and students had started retreating back to their common rooms. Rose, however, was one of the only ones heading out before curfew, as Albus very well knew.

Rose sighed when she laid eyes on him. She couldn't deny that she'd been half expecting to see him there, but when would he learn to leave her be when he had done something to piss her off?

"Rose, can we talk?" Albus asked, jumping away from the wall and hurrying over to her.

Rose frowned, glancing around. She looked right through the boy in front of her. "What is that incredibly irritating noise?"

Albus snorted. "Very funny. Can you be mature for a second?"

His comment made Rose clench her fists. Could she be mature? He was the one who had told Malfoy her biggest secret!

She ignored him, barging past to make her way down the
stairs. The exasperated sigh that followed her had Rose sporting a barely suppressed smirk.

"Are we really going to do this again?" Albus asked. He sounded as tired as Rose felt.

Tired of his constant shit, that is.

She spun around, halfway down the staircase that had started moving and, no thanks to Albus, would make her five minutes late for patrol with Malfoy. Not that she minded an awful lot about that part of it; any way she could inconvenience Malfoy was a win in her books.

"Yes, unbelievably, we are!" Rose snapped, narrowing her eyes on Albus. "You would think I'd be better at forgiveness with the amount that you mess things up, Al. But I'm not. You need to think about other people before you open your mouth."

Albus sighed. Rose couldn't decide if his eyes were hooded in guilt or because he was folding under the intensity of her gaze. She hoped for the latter, regardless of how much she would love for Albus to feel regret.

"Rose, I'm so sorry," he muttered. "You're right, I didn't think... it just slipped out."

Rose snorted. Slipped out? "Come to think of it, you should be a lot better at apologies, too."

Was that really the best he could do? At the rate things were going even Malfoy could offer up a better apology than Albus' sorry excuse!

The Potter boy fixed her with an unimpressed look. "I'm trying, Rose. Can't you just forgive me?"

Rose grinned. Nice, big and false. "No."

She turned on her heel and marched away.

Albus followed her, much to her chagrin. He called her name, no matter how many times she ignored him. Even when the painting of an ancient old wizard shouted abuse after the pair, Albus didn't stop trying to get Rose to forgive him.

She scowled the entire way to the library. This is no way for a Prefect to act... she thought to herself. Especially if she wanted Head Girl next year, Rose couldn't have Albus shouting all through the corridors an hour before curfew. Not after Mcgonagall's warning.

"Albus!" She hissed over her shoulder after the third group of students giggled as they passed them. "Stop it!"

Her cousin smirked at her, all smug that he had finally gained her attention. "Not until you talk to me."