“Rosie, aren’t we looking smashing today?” he smirked, once again, as he and my cousin Al squished themselves in-between my friends and I in our train compartment.


The glare I sent him could’ve melted the polar ice caps, but he just smirked that dang smirk of his. I replied icily, “We, no. Me, absolutely.” 
 

“It’s not my turn to tell Malfoy. It’s yours,” I challenged.

He was getting dangerously close to me, and my head swam in crazy, cinnamon and pumpkin spice smelling thoughts. “But what if I don’t have any secrets?”
 

“You’re in a room full of Weasleys, boy,” I heard my dad whisper as he walked by, “Trust me when I say nobody will hesitate to fire a curse if you’re eyes wander any lower than my little Rosie’s face.”

“Dad!” I warned, “I think we’re good here, thanks.”

“See you later sweetheart,” he shot me a wink as he walked off.
 

Smirking at his unconscious form, I snatched my copy of the Quibbler off the table and flounced out of the library. “Oh,” I smiled sweetly at the dowdy librarian, “Madame Luther, someone seems to have fallen asleep behind the shelves over there.”

“Is that right?” she asked slowly.

I nodded, “That’s correct.”
 

“Professor Lawerence,” I looked back at him, “You are one of my favorite teachers. Please please do not tell me you saw this coming.”

“Thank you for the compliment Miss Weasley, now if you’ll excuse me I must go tell your uncle he is able to collect the money he is owed.”

“What?” I asked incredulously as he left.
 

“Yeah, well… I was enrolled in the Academy, but I had to resign before graduation. I had some really revolutionary ideas, but they were thrown in the rubbish bin. They didn’t understand what I was going for.”

“Oh?” I became suspicious.

We counted to three together before spinning around the spot, apparating to the absolute best place in the entire world. Oppening my eyes, the layered mess of architecture standing just down a dirt path welcomed me with a warm grin.

“Home sweet home,” she laughed as we started up the dirt road.
 

Blonde hair, a strong brow and jawline, and that delectable smell. Yup, it’s him alright.