Rose cringed. "Seventh year is something I'd like to permanently erase from my memories." But, as she said this, her look softened as she stopped the trembling of her hands and looked directly up at him. "Except for one part."

"The frolicking?" Scorpius' lips twitched themselves into a grin as the coffee arrived. He stirred the black liquid with his wand before lifting it gingerly up to his lips.

Rose gave him a pointed look. "No," she shook her head, "the part after that, when you kissed me."