I abruptly turn around, and gasp. Standing right in front of me, his teeth shining brilliantly white, is Scorpius Malfoy. "Rose?" he says gently, reaching for my shoulder. I feel the color drain from my face. Twisting free, I run, and eventually end up in a stinky dark alley. I lean against the wall wearily, when I hear footsteps. And of course, there he is. He is holding my Coach purse in one hand, his face puzzled, his eyes clouded.

I sit down on my bed and look out the window. Maybe, just maybe, this will work out after all. Maybe Scorpius really does want me as more than a friend. I know I want him as more. I walk up to my long mirror and pull my shirt up to under my breasts. The bump is perfectly smooth and slightly rounded. I think bizarrely of Melinda's old favorite show- The Secret Life of the American Teenager. I almost fall asleep standing there. Then, there is a sharp and urgent tap on my window. I gasp, and turn around. Crouched in the sill is Scorpius. Oh my god. He must have saw me.