Why do you hate me: 2

ROSE'S P.O.V.
To get back to the Gryffindor common room I had to sneak past the great Hall. The ball was in full swing, the music was pretty loud, and everyone was dancing. I couldn't make out any recognisable faces as I quickly ran past. Within minutes I was up in the girl's dorms, sliding out of my dress and hanging it on the posts of my bed. I slipped on my bathrobe as I made my way to the bathroom to have a quick shower.
I had a long shower and washed the makeup of my face and washed the hair spray from my hair.
Once out of the shower I got into my pyjamas, I wrapped a big fluffy towel round my head, turned off the lights, jumped into bed, switched on my bedside lamp, snatched my book from bedside table and continued to read.

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I woke up to find Louise scuttling around the room.
"Hey sleepy head" she said quietly without turning to look at me.
"G'morning" I said groggily.
"So, what happened yesterday, the last time I saw you was when I came up to see you in your cosy bed asleep with your hand sandwiched between the pages of your book, I went looking everywhere for you. It was like you vanished."
"You didn't look everywhere though did you?"
"No, maybe not, but I asked everyone about your whereabouts and nobody knew where the hell you'd gone, you had me worried girl!"
"Sorry I just had an erm... interesting, wierd, wierd night"
"Want to talk?"
I shook my head and decided to keep it to myself for a while, just so I could mull it over. I mean last night I remember having a shower and sitting in my cosy bed reading for a good 2 hours, trying to keep my mind of him, which I might add was successful. But the whole evening came flooding back.
As I shook my head I realised I still had the towel on my head which was now starting to cover my eyes. I yanked it off my head and threw it at the foot of my bed.
"Ok, if you do, my ears are listening already" She gave me a funny look as she moved her eyes to look at the top of my head.
"Thanks. What're you looking for?"
"The necklace peter gave me and my red bow shoes, I've looked everywhere and I can't find them!"
"Shoes... under your bed and necklace, erm have a look in the bathroom on the hooks in the cabinet", Louise Ran into the bathroom as my voice tailed off "...You usually hang your jewellery in there before you have a shower"
She ran back beaming, "Oh thank you" She smiled "I owe you" she said a she hugged me.
"You said that last night".
"I did but you can't blame me for not keeping that promise".
"So where the hell is everyone?"
"You mean Val, Kate and Neesh?"
"Yeah"
"Well Kate is still asleep and Val, well she said, and I quote "If you need me, me and Jake will be in the room where our requirements and desires can be fulfilled, and Neesha is downstairs she said she's meeting leia and she'll wait for us. So are you staying in bed all day, it's a Hogmeade weekend if you haven't forgotten!
"Oh shoot I forgot! Do you still want me to come and look for those potions books with you?"
"Yeah if you get up on time but don't worry, Peter's coming today so if you're not up to it, I'll drag him along".
"Oh I don't want to intrude!"
"Whoa", she interrupted "intrude? Course not, you're always welcome, well most of the time, should I say" she added giving me a wink.
"hahaha you sure?" I laughed.
"Yeah! Now Hurry up and get ready breakfast will be done in 45 minutes so hurry." I jumped up and went straight for the bathroom.
"Louise, are you ready?"
"Yep ready and waiti:ing."
"Ok will you grab my brown satchel from under the bed and my dark green shirt from the wardrobe please?" I requested with my frothy toothpaste filled mouth.
"Got them" she shouted.
I quickly rinsed my mouth, washed my face and ran over to my bed, to quickly change.
Within minutes I was stood with my bag over my shoulder and jacket in my hand, ready to leave the room.
"Whoa slow down there Frankenstein, where do you think you're going?" I turned to see Kate sat up in bed staring sleepily at me.
"For breakfast? You want to join us?"
"Nah I think I'm going to have a me, me and me day today, you guys go have some fun and we can talk tonight since everyone's been in and, or not even come back at all".
"And you're not going out like that missy!" Louise said boldly, as she grabbed my hand and pushed me in front of the mirror.
I gasped in shock "Thank god you didn't let me walk out that door, flipping heck, arrrrrgh this is going to take me ages to sort out oh why does this have to happen and now of all times?"
"Don't worry we'll have you all pretty in no time, and we can get brunch in town" She brought over a chair and sat me down in front of a mirror, "right let get to work". She took the comb and brushed through my hair, untangling each tousled strand.
"Ok I know you don't like using products and in your words burning your hair, but there is no way I can make it curly or wavy or make it look natural, without straightners or washing it, so I'm going to straighten your hair, ok?"
"Ok fine just do it quick or we won't have enough time to get your stuff".
"Oh don't worry about that it'll be fine, we have time"
"Want some help?"
"Got another pair of...?" Kate held up her straighteners to answer Louise's question. And both of them started to work on my hair.
"Right we'll have missed breakfast by the time we get downstairs but we need to get on the boats."
"Right let's go! Sure you don't want to come Kate?"
"Nah see you guys later".
As soon as we reached the main entrance to the castle, We heard Peter call out "Hey where have you guys been, you missed breakfast, I grabbed you some mini toasted cheese baguettes"
"Aww thanks" We both jeered as we took them from him
"You're welcome"
"And sorry we had a bit of a disaster but it's all ok now" Louise explained.
On the way to Hogsmeade Peter, Louise, Leia and Neesha gave me a detailed account about their evening at the ball and all the gossip that was spreading.
By 11 we had reached Hogsmeade and headed straight to the little bookstall, called Buck's books, which was adjacent to the three broom sticks. Buck was an old family friend of Kate's, who we were now all familiar with. He was very old and fragile, but his mind worked like a machine and was full of incredible knowledge. Every time we visited the shop he never failed to welcome us warmly, even if he was busy or upset and if we ever needed anything he was always there.
"Hi Mr Roberts, how're you?" greeted Louise.
"Oh children, I'm very fine, how're you all? And where's Kate today?"
"Oh she's not feeling too well, but she sends her love Mr Roberts"
"Oh I've said this many times; please call me Buck or even tom or Thomas". So His actual name was Thomas Buckley Roberts but most people called him Buck or tom. "Mr Roberts makes me feel old".
We all burst out with a fit of laughter. Over the past 2 years over a couple of dozen times we've asked him about his age and he's always responded with, you tell me, what do you think? And the subject would be changed with a joke and never mentioned for the remainder of the visit.
"We'll make you a deal, an age for a name change" Suggested Peter.
"Oh you are a cheeky bunch, you keep me young guys" He laughed "So were you looking for anything, you always are?"
"Yeah, actually I am" Louise called out.
"Well what would you like my dear?"
"Last year in potions and herbology we learnt about how certain ingredients, influenced certain erm, like certain features and senses. Like the foxgloves which influence heart rate and blood pressure.
"I heard there was a book, sort of like a catalogue with all the different, herbs and species, which were used in potions to influence certain effects.  When I went home I did some research and I came to the conclusion it was real. My first question is, is it? Is it real?"
"What's your second question?"
"Ahh answer the first and I shall ask"
"Maybe?"
Louise shook her head at Buck, and smiled, "Yes or no?" She simply asked.
"This book you're searching for, in the wrong hands could be the cause of a very dangerous fate. I'm not saying I don't trust you, but I must know you're not going to do something ridiculous, or something that will hurt anyone."
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone, you know me".
"I hope you'll be extremely careful". Louise nodded, agreeing to the conditions. Buck went to the counter and with a quill scratched something on a piece of parchment and folded it up before handing it to Louise.
"Now you must all be hungry?"
"No we must be leaving we've got to get a couple more things."
"No you must be a little peckish, come stay with your old friend for a couple of minutes".
"Just for 15 minutes ok?"
"Perfect not a minute longer".
Buck went through a small corridor and within seconds returned with several freshly made, warm, jam tarts.
"It's like you knew we were coming".
Buck smiled and as he sat down and asked everyone to 'Tuck in'.
We sat there talking with buck for over 40 minutes, talking about the ball and about school and family and about a few teachers and we even had a debate about the ministry and the ludicrous decisions they make in relation to the dementors and other irrelevant things.

SCORPIOUS' P.O.V
As I walked down the streets of Hogsmeade I kept on thinking about her, about Rose, when she kissed me, when she ran away, when she said 'I'm sorry'. She was always in my thoughts and last night she was in my dreams and this morning she was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't on a hike to find her but I haven't even caught a glimpse. Gosh what am I thinking? This shouldn't be happening, should it? My father would kill me and so would hers for that matter, if anyone knew my head would be under a guillotine. Maybe I should just forget about her. Yes, just forget about what happened. It wasn't real.
What I needed was a distraction. I needed a good read.
I traipsed around the shelves, which held a never-ending stack of books; there were books in every direction. Most of the books I'd already read. I used to come here every chance I got. I would buy a book and bring it back, for the owner to re-sell, many times he insisted on refunding my money, but it didn't really bother me, I suggested he invest in some more books, and then maybe more space for more books.
Sometimes I chose to buy nearly a dozen books last term so the owner would give me a book or two free, but I always bought them back, knowing someone else could then read them and feel knowledgeable and entranced by the beautiful creations. For my every visit the owner would set aside a new written and insightful book for me to read, and I was eager to find out what it was.
I grabbed a few books, I'd never read before, off the shelf and started making my way through the maze of shelves towards the counter. Suddenly I heard a short burst of sweet laughter. It was a laugh I didn't recognise. And it was followed by more laughter that originated from other sources.
Once I turned around the corner I saw a group of students sat at a small round candle lit table with the owner, chatting and laughing away. And that's when a bright red scarf caught my eye. I recognised from somewhere. I'm sure it was the shawl Rose had wrapped around her last night as she ran from me. I turned my gaze to meet the scarf's owner's face.

ROSE'S P.O.V.
THUD.
The loud noise made me and several others jump in our seats. I turned to see what the noise was. I young boy was crouched picking up several books he'd dropped. I went over and picked up a few books off the floor and handed him the books. "Here are your books, do you want a hand?"
"No, I'll Take them but thank you". The boy stood with his back to me and didn't show his face, so I went back to my seat, knowing he didn't want to be bothered."
Buck went over to the counter to serve the young lad. "Here son let me take them and get a bag for you".
"Thanks Tom, do you have anything new?"
"I sure do, just for you, want it now? It's going to be quite a heavy load to carry son".
"Thank you Tom, but I'll manage. So this new one, what's it about?"
"Ahh I'm not giving anything away this time, but I'll tell you this..." Buck paused for a good 5 seconds, "It's a terrific book, absolutely worth reading; word for word".
"I'll keep that in mind, now I shan't keep you away from your guests any longer and thanks again, I'll come by and speak to you next time. See you later".
I recognised that kind, polite voice but it just didn't make any sense. No it couldn't be I'm just making things up.