"Rose, fellytone for you!" Ron Weasley called to his fourth year daughter. She chuckled as she picked up the phone in her room.

"Hello?"

"Hey Rose." She smiled.

"Hey Scorpius."

"Hi!" Someone else called out.

"Who is that?" She asked. Scorpius laughed.

"That's my friend Ben, Ben Goyle." he replied.

"Oh cool."

"So how was your day?" Rose crinkled her nose in confusion.

"Good I guess...What's going on?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just hanging out here." he slurred.

"Scorpius, are you drunk?"

"No. Where would I get alcohol?" She sighed, something was definitely wrong.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she heard something weird against the speaker.

"Nothing."

"Did you just lick your phone?" he grunted.

"Scorpius! What the hell are you doing?" He moaned.

"Scor-"

"What?"

"Are you ok?"

"Course I'm ok. Hey Rosie listen to this!"

He then said something in a high pitched voice sounding like a bad French accent.

"That was..."

"Now you do it!" She frowned.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"But I never ask you to do anything!"

"Yes you do!"

"Well not like this! Come on, do it for me Rose. Please!"

Rose huffed her bangs out of her eyes as she glared at the wall.

"No Scorpius. You're being stupid."

"Bad girl Rosie." Rose gasped and her frown grew deeper.

"Scorpius what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing love, nothing at all."

"What did you just call me?" she was pretty sure she was bright red by now.

"Say it."

"No"

"If you don't say it I'm going to hang up."

"Scorpius really?"

"Bye Rose."

The line went dead and Rose dropped the phone and quickly tried calling him back, no answer.

An hour later she tried again, he still didn't pick up. What the hell was wrong with that boy?