Her dad, Mr. Weasley, doesn’t um… I guess, trust me? Even though we’re all together in a group, one of us being her cousin, he still thinks that I’m apparently going to try and steal his daughter’s… innocence? Not to mention I’m a Slytherin and a Malfoy, that’s two strikes, and there’s also the fact that I’m a hormonal seventeen year-old bloke, which is strike three.

Not that I’m hormonal for Rose, he just thinks I am.

Rose’s mane of red hair was at one of the study tables, buried in a book. “Hey Rose.” I said. She jumped about a mile.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon!” She said, clutching a hand to her chest.

“Yeah, Al was just laying down the law.” I said. She smiled and bit her lower lip. 

Lips could be used for snogging.

Bad Scorpius!

Honestly, I’m working on the whole, hormonal attraction thing, really.

...Well sure, she liked him enough to have his tongue down her throat and enough to make me jealous, but she didn’t like him like him. She wasn’t gaga-head-over-heels-teenage-romance-forever-and-ever in love with him.  And because of that fact, I had hope.

If she wanted to play the jealousy game, well then so could I.

“What in Merlin’s name is a ‘warriah,’ Al?” Victoria Banglehart, the fourth year Chaser, asked from the locker room the Saturday following the Hogsmeade trip.

“Well, er, I didn’t know the feminine form of ‘warrior’ so I figured that it must just end with an ‘ah’ sound…”

“There IS no feminine form of warrior, you tosspop.” I said to him. HE was the smart one in his family? I pity the Potters, really. Lily is clearly the cleverest.

“You just bloody RUINED THE PERFECT MOMENT. NOT ANY PERFECT MOMENT EITHER, THE PERFECT MOMENT! THE PERFECT MOMENTS OF ALL MOMENTS!! IT HAD A BLOODY NEON SIGN SAYING IT WAS PERFECT BECAUSE THAT’S HOW PERFECT IT WAS. AND YOU APPARATED HERE AND YELLED AND BLOODY RUINED IT! THAT’S ALL!”

MARCH

My guitar lays useless in its dusty case under my bed. I hadn’t been able to sum up enough will power or emotion to play it.

I think we won a Quidditch Match against Hufflepuff during this month.

Yay.

Maybe it was February.

You didn’t honestly think we kept it as boring as the muggle version did you? You lot, all you have to do is if you get in a spot with an uncomfortable truth is lie or just refuse to do a dare. If you tried to lie or not do the dare in our game, nasty spots came out on your face that didn’t fade for several days, in some cases weeks spelling out either ‘LIAR’ or ‘CHICKEN.’

No one wanted to be either of those. Especially together; a lying chicken. Now who wants that.

Ten Years Pass...