It was a brutally cold day outside of Hogwarts. If you peered outside of any given window, one would find a blurry mixture of darkness and white blistering snow. Now this wasn't exactly unlikely weather in the midst of December. However, the activities on the inside were mimicking the weather. They were not abnormal, but still terrifying to watch.

An attempt for the 16 year old girl who would be 17 this coming spring, who has firmly decided to retaliate against her overbearing family. Stating that she was much too smothered and would rather spend her holiday with her friends while not having her looming family watching her every waking step.

She was more than satisfied knowing she only had to deal with some of her older cousins for the winter break, as her younger family members would not be so easily shaken off.

She soon learned that none of her friends had gotten permission to stay for the holidays at Hogwarts during this winter and she was left extremely bitter and spending her holiday days and nights on homework assignments that aren't to be due till long after the break.

If she wasn't so stubborn, perhaps she'd owl her family to kindly accept her home for the holidays. There was no doubt in her mind they would welcome her with open arms, but her pride fought hard with her will to go home, and she wanted to prove she was capable of this maturity so she was not about to throw it all away just because of the small fact that she was lonely.

After the fourth tortuously boring day of doing absolutely nothing but homework she finished up the last bit of it. However, she experienced the crushing realization she had two bloody weeks left in a basically deserted castle. To clear her mind, Rose Weasley decided she deserved to treat herself.

This was Christmas BREAK for crying out loud, she deserved to have some type of enjoyment.

Usually she didn't sneak into the kitchens, for every time she did, Albus would tease her about how if she wasn't careful, she would end up being on the not so skinny side. This caused Rose to do quite an excessive amount of Quidditch training, but it was almost Christmas. No one would know if she cheated a diet that only she really knew about. Rule number 1 growing up with Weasleys and Potters; never let them know they hurt your feelings. Albus was in fact the kindest of the lot, but he was brutal with his jokes and honesty. She was sure if she voiced her insecurities about her own weight he would stop with the jokes, but a confession comes at the cost of a shot right through your ego. That was something Rose's pride definitely would not- COULD not- allow.

She may have been gifted with her mother's brain and smarts, but that was all she got. She was, in the end, a daddy's girl. All the way from the boiling temper to the freckles that spattered her face.

But right now, Rose did, as she had a very select amount of times in the past. She tickled the pear on the fruit portrait and led herself into the glorious kitchens.
Once she entered the kitchens came a sight that very nearly made her lose her appetite right there.

Before her, munching on muffins was the slimy, ego-filled, GIT of a boy that worked her last fraying nerves. Of all the people to spend the holidays at school, he just HAD to be one of them.

For a moment in shocked silence, she watched the blonde haired nuisance sink his pointed teeth -and yes she swore his teeth were small pure white and rather sharp- into the banana chocolate chip muffin. His teeth blended in with his pale pink lips that surrounded them. Everything about the snake was pale. He looked as though he avoided all direct forms of sunlight, which she and the whole student body knew not to be true, based on the fact she's played Quidditch against him and the Slytherin team. At this moment, he was void of all school robes and wore casual blue wizard robes. His hair which was usually styled in some new obscure fashion was what looked to be not even brushed and as it framed his face, it also gave his chin a more angular look.

That was the moment his eyes darted to hers. She was locked into his gaze, and the look he gave her was as if he were challenging her to say the first move. She saw it in those cold steely eyes of his. They seemed to pierce directly through her. Feeling like he could read the very thoughts in her mind, see her soul. As though he knew, that each time she saw him she could not resist the urge to break down every part of his appearance.
Then the challenge was gone and a regular emotionless grey graced his eyes once more. Not just any grey like the grey the sky is after a rather rough blizzard. The sweet calm after the storm.

With a roll of his eyes he looked away from her, "Like what you see?"

Without missing a beat he continued "If you're just going to stare at me I don't mind. However if you will be long, do tell me. Perhaps I'll even grab you a chair."

That snapped her out of her reverie, "You pompous little Ravenclaw. Why would I want to stare at the likes of you?"

He sneered at her with his already turned up nose, but didn't stand off of the chair yet, "Maybe because every time you catch me alone that's all you bloody do! Gryffindors. "He muttered the last part under this breath.

"Now what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Rose clenched her jaw all she wanted was a quick snack.

"Well darling, it means what it sounds like. All you Gryffindors are exactly the same. Narcissistic and arrogant as bloody hell!" He said as he stood up. He towered over her by at least another head.

She couldn't stop the smile from her lips as she felt the adrenalin pump through her veins. She got this type of thrill whenever she argued with someone who could hold their own. It was like personal goal of hers to break them.

"Who are you to talk about originality? You are practically your father's minion! You even do your hair just like daddy dearest whenever people are around!"

"Oh so now this is about individuality? Look who's talking if I didn't know any better I'd say your entire family was made in a factory. All gingers. All Gryffindor. All freckly and what not. And all absolutely full of themselves! Hell! I don't even know which one you are. Dom? Lily? Oh, I remember the one that's my age right? You must be Albus!" His voice was laced in sheer agitation and it drove her wild to see his eyes of steel challenging her again. Proof that she was affecting him.

"If I bother you so much why don't you just leave, Mr. Oh So Brilliant and Humble Ravenclaw?" She said feigning a pout.

He looked dignified as he walked passed her with a basket of muffins in his hands, "Well, maybe I will."

She didn't turn around, but waited to hear the opening and closing of the portrait. But it never came, instead there were just a series of muffled grunts. She turned around to find there was no portrait, only brick wall where the painting once stood, and Scorpius Malfoy pushing the wall with all his might, but to no avail.

"Malfoy what happened to the portrait?" Rose asked eerily.

"Well, Darling, if I knew do you think I'd be fighting this wall over here?" he snapped at her then began to pace as he brought a hand through his hair.

"Don't panic there has to be another way out of here, I mean an actual entrance you know?"

"Brilliant plan Weasley. Well let's get to it." He stood straightening his robes and started walking past her to parts of the kitchen that were unknown to both of them.

"Bloody git." She mumbled then sneered when she heard him chuckle.

"There you are with that marvelous vocabulary of yours. Pray tell, how in heavens name you were not sorted into my house, Miss Brilliant Weasley."

Rose snorted and stole a muffin from behind his back. After she took a bite, she said, "It seems to me someone is awfully bitter."

Scorpius turned to scowl at the girl behind him, "It honestly is repulsive for you to be speaking to me with your mouth full. Do have some dignity in your appearance and cultivate yourself, Weasel."

Her face turned beat red as she swallowed the remains of muffin in her mouth. It was a mystery to her how anyone ever thought he was charming. The mysterious Ravenclaw beside her was the talk of the school since he was sorted into Ravenclaw, breaking his entire family's traditions.

In their fourth year the hype began to die down somewhat. That was until he beat Tyler Goyle to a bloody pulp because he attempted to attack the younger 3rd year Lily Potter. After that incident he befriended her cousins instantly. Then grew the uproar of what a remarkable boy he was and how he defied his family's virtues.

They were even more invested in him because he barely spoke. Even to his own housemates. No one really knew anything about him. He was most friendly to Albus, James, and Lily. However, it was common knowledge that ever since the incident with Lily, she had this unyielding love for the platinum blonde.

Scorpius became rather full of himself, this was true. It didn't help that he was effortlessly brilliant. He was book smart and could defend himself with magic in his sleep. Scorpius Malfoy was perfect and he bloody well knew it. He didn't play it down either.

After that all anyone wanted to do was figure out who Scorpius Malfoy really was. However, the closest anyone ever got was a quick shag in a broom closet.

Lily said he wasn't that bad, it's just that that he was a troubled soul. Rose didn't buy half of it. Scorpius never argued with anyone besides her, and she always started the yelling or the hexing. But she could not ever wipe that smugness off his face.

She saw through his facade. He was nothing special. He probably wasted his day making out with mirrors and doing sit ups. Maybe he came from a dark past and family, but it was obvious knowledge Draco Malfoy made a better life for himself, so why would his son be like he was? Scorpius was not mean just haughty, smug. Why does he deserved to be awed and pitied for being a narcissistic a-hole? Just because he wasn't oozing with dark magic and insanely evil like everyone thought for some reason.

"There you go again bloody staring at me." This time it didn't sound like an accusation. It was an annoyed observation and she realized she was staring at him. She was analyzing him. Taking apart his past in which she's known him. They were in their 6th year at Hogwarts together, and like the rest of the school, she never figured him out. That made her furious.

Maybe she didn't fall for the mysterious dream like everybody else had, but she honestly didn't know him. Just like everyone else in the school. This frustrated her due to the fact she had a gift, and she could read people without necessarily knowing them very well. With him there was nothing and it pissed her off.

"My apologies, I was just baffled by what in the name of Merlin my cousins sees in you." She said the first thing that came to her mind, and left her hoping she didn't sound like an idiot. She didn't want to lose another battle to him.

They walked into an eerie part of the kitchen and Rose's breath hitched. The wires were pulled out of the stove and pushed in front of a door as if attempting to lock something from behind the door. The lights in this area flickered every so often.

The pair only stared at the door. Both unsure on what course of action to take.
"Who did that? In order for the stove to be there someone had to be in here to push the stove in front of that door." Scorpius said his voice sounded bland and rather bored, but Rose didn't miss the underlying fear that resided in it.

"Malfoy, who gave you the muffins?" She asked in sudden realization as she was halfway through her 3rd muffin.

Scorpius face paled even more than she thought possible, "They were just sitting on the counter. I-I didn't... What's going on Rose?" He asked her his eyes took upon a light grey so light it was almost blue. The usually narrowed scowling eyes were wide and it was no secret he was scared.

Taking a deep breath in she said, "I don't know, but it's about time we found out." Walking over to the stove she pointed her wand at it and spoke the incantation to move it. No results.

Scorpius tried as well, but to no avail. Taking off his dress robes, he wore a plain black long sleeve t-shirt. As he rolled up the sleeves he walked over to the stove, "Looks like we are doing this the muggle way."

With one push he barely moved it, but it did indeed move. Rose walked over to him and to help him push.

"Don't strain yourself Weasley."

"I'm more than capable of assisting you push a bloody stove." She spoke breathlessly, but it was working. The stove was moving.

Eventually the stove was moved clear of the doorway. Rose reached out for the handle when Scorpius stopped her.

"We don't know what's behind the door, Weasley. Maybe this isn't quite such a good idea." He said warily.

"And how else do you expect us to leave? What if we are in danger? What if something put stuff in those muffins and is just waiting for it to kick in so it can do who knows what?!" She exclaimed.

"Don't you think you are being a tad irrational? This is Hogwarts we are talking about. The safest place in the world."

"It was the home of a bloody evil war for crying out loud! Fine you stay and wait. I'm going." Rose turned the handle and opened the door as she stormed through the door. It was pitch black on the inside, and as she was waited to hear the door close behind her, it didn't.

She turned around to find she was face to face with the extremely tall Scorpius Malfoy. Part of her relaxed that he immediately followed her another part of her tensed. He seemed rather adamant on staying. Why follow her?

She had no time to think as the lights flicked on the door slammed shut.
"Bonjour! Bonjour!" The voice was high and cheerful as a child spoke when they got presents on Christmas.

Scorpius grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the door he tried turning the handle, but it was locked.

Rose was struggling to breathe. This was the wrong idea. This was an impulsive terrible idea and she brought Scorpius down with her.

Searching her surroundings she found they were in what seemed to be a smaller pantry. Perched on one of the shelves appeared to be a small creature maybe 3 feet tall. Its skin was purple and its hair was blue. It also had freckles seemed to shine and glimmer in direct light.

"So you are the lucky lovers." It spoke in a heavy French accent. He was dressed in an all-white chef's outfit.

"No. Not that." Rose replied coldly. Scorpius stifled a snicker.
She rounded on him, "Is something funny, Malfoy?"

Before he could respond the creature spoke again, "Ah Oui [W-ee], I do believe you two hold the purest love in the castle, Oui. Future halves to become whole. Madame Rose Jean Weasley and Monsieur Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy."

"Please, sir. Would you explain what is happening to us? What's going on?" Scorpius tried reasoning with the creature.

"Did you enjoy my muffins? Believe me the effects are better than the taste." With a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his features he snapped his fingers and was gone.

"What the bloody hell was that thing?" Rose asked annoyed and partly terrified.

Scorpius attempted to open the door again, but like expected it was locked. Taking out his wand he tried various spells until the inevitable was clear. He slid to the ground defeated and accepting the fact they were stuck in this pantry.

"I don't know, but it looks like were stuck."

She sighed and fell to the ground. She turned away from him and held back the tears prickling at her eyes. She needed a distraction. Mustering all her courage and without looking at him she spat at him, "Why'd you even follow me in here? You didn't want to, and you were right. It was a bloody bad idea!"

He was most likely sneering at her, with his voice in disbelief when he said, "Are you actually bloody scolding me for trying to help you?!"

"Did I ever ask for your help?" She retaliated standing up and advancing on him, even though he was still sitting.

"What did you expect me to do? You wouldn't listen to any sort of reason. What kind of person would I have been if I just let you walk into a potentially lethal situation all alone?! Think what you will about me, but I will not run away from someone who will need my help, even if they are too stubborn to admit they need help!"

Rose scoffed at him hoping not to show that she was touched by the sentiment, "You probably can't wait until the rest of the school gets a whiff of yet another act of heroism from the Malfoy who saves the Potter Weasley clan despite their family's rivalry! You act like it's about my wellbeing, but I know it's really all about you!"

"And do you have any proof at all of that?"

"Why else would you save Lily and not accept her feelings that are very clearly true to you while you prance around with random girls in broom closets?"

"Why does your cousin like me so much? And I saved her because it was the right thing to do. Because I saw a poor girl about to be molested and done-wrong by a slimy git and I stopped it. Any decent person would have done the same thing, and any bloke with a moral conscious would do that! And because I'm the big bad Malfoy from a dark family that makes me a bloody hero? She loves me because she has no idea who I actually am, but I proved I was a good person despite my apparently terrible family now the entire school idolizes this morphed idea of me. The only way to retaliate to that is to be a cocky bitch, but people just like that more. Students here are sick minded and you are just as bad as the rest of them." Scorpius snarled at her and turned away.

After a moment of silence with Rose shocked speechless and with Scorpius's jaw clenched and his eyes cold as steel.

"My Parents are wonderful people. They struggle to overcome the adversary that came with being on the wrong side of the war. They try very hard. They love me and encourage me to be a morally good person with values and respect. I am proud to be a Malfoy, I do not want to defy my legacy. I want to prove to people that Malfoys are not evil. I want to show the world the good of my family. I do not want them to look at me as the miracle child from a troubled home life. I am not troubled. My parents are wonderful people." Scorpius was rambling on before he realized Rose was still here.

His eyes brightened up and he looked at Rose, "Rose, how do you feel right now, about our situation?"

Before she could even think she murmured out as if something was forcing her to speak, "Terrified and on the verge of tears."
She gasped and covered her mouth.

"Rose I think there was veritaserum in those muffins."

Her eyes grew wide and she said, "What? No. We couldn't have..." Then a mysterious gleam came to her eyes as she realized that she could ask him whatever she wanted, "Did you really shag Emilia and Pam Sisler last year at the same time?"

It was a very elaborate rumor that began last year as two girls stormed into class and told her in vivid detail their previous rendezvous with the younger Malfoy, but there were some inconsistencies in the stories that she always wondered about.

His vocals struggled as he answered curtly, "No."

"Are any of the rumors true? About the girls?"

He bit his lip as his nostrils flared, "No." He nearly growled.

"Care to elaborate?" She asked feigning innocence.

"No I would not care to. "He was obviously regretting his decision to tell her his revelation on the contents of the muffins.

"Elaborate."

"It's all lies. I've never shagged anyone. I've had my fair share of snogging but I never...I never go that far. The girls just tell everyone we did and I don't deny it. "He grumbled hating to admit this secret to a girl he absolutely despised.

"Why?" She couldn't figure out why he wouldn't take advantage of that. If these girls were willing, why not?

"It didn't feel right. They didn't like me. They wanted to tell people they had me. This way they could do that and not have to actually do anything of the sort with me. I also felt like I would be taking advantage of them if I did."

Rose was starting to think this was a bad idea. She didn't want to know him. The more she dug the nicer he seemed.

"My turn. Now Miss Weasley. Do you find me attractive?" He asked with a smirk and cocking an eyebrow for dramatic effect.

"What good is that question? Anyone whose breathing can tell you are obviously very attractive." She said blushing and turned away from him.

"Very Attractive, eh? Very much indeed." He said smirking.

"Shut it." was all she managed to say.

She couldn't help herself she pushed further, "Why don't you like Lily?"

"I've already told you, she doesn't actually like me. She doesn't even care to really know me. But she is close though, maybe the guy Lily likes IS me. Or perhaps I need more than love handed to me on a silver platter." He said shrugging as though he gave her the most simplistic of answers.

When she sat pondering her next question he asked first, "Tell me would that be enough for you? Someone waltzing in, proclaiming their undying love to you. Would you simply accept it and never search for a greater feeling because you are content?"

"No, I wouldn't do that." She spit out truthfully against her will before continuing, "But we are too young to talk like that aren't we? Isn't our relationships now supposed to be about gaining experience until we find that lasting love."

"Rose you are never too young to know what you want. What do you want Rose Weasley?"

She wanted to tell him she didn't understand. She wanted to play dumb and ignore the question but the potion coursing through her veins caused her spit out the most ridiculous jumble of words that'd make him look at her like she was the most naive idiot he'd ever met. Her reputation would crumble. Everyone would know how weak she was to have such childish impractical dreams.

"I want to stand alone. Not as another bloody Weasley. You are right. So right about all of us. We are the byproduct of greatness, but none of us will ever be able to live up to that. I don't want all this pressure to be like my mother. I am not her. I may be brilliant and courageous, but I have fire I have a drive I have a sight. I might not stop a bloody war, but I'll be damned if I don't make something of myself. I want to travel the globe. I want to be loved I want to find a kind of love my parents never had. They have comfort because they have a good history. An easy life that they deserved after growing up in such dark times. But I want fire, heat, something that you could write volumes of books about. I want that heart throbbing feeling, the newspaper articles and to help people. I want the whole shebang. No matter how selfish and naive all of that may sound."

She was out of breath by the end. As much as she wanted to look away from him due to her embarrassment she couldn't. Throughout the whole thing, he kept his gaze locked on her, not even as much as blinking. Just watching her every word- hanging onto each word- she spoke as if it were the last thing he'd ever hear.

"It's not naive to want something out of life. We might be children Rose, but that's how everyone starts. Don't let them deter your beliefs." He chuckled a bit as his smugness returned.

"What is it?" She demanded.

Even if he wanted to deny it he couldn't because of the stupid muffins, "I was just remembering about how I fancied you when we were first years."

"Please explain." She said completely red and spluttering.

He continued to laugh unfazed by all, "Whenever I saw you in class you were so sure of yourself. You demanded even teachers. You had this..." He stopped to chuckle, "This enormous head of hair that I truly do miss by the way. But this hair that cackled when you were annoyed. I was this shy little Ravenclaw that everyone made a big deal about, but you were the one that should have been the big deal. You were always on top, in charge, center of attention, and just- people were drawn to you for your personality. I was an anomaly in their eyes. People love to watch freaks it makes them feel normal. But you, you were different somehow. Not a freak. You were just perfect, amazing." He paused as if he could see the scene playing before his eyes and a smile quirked over his lips.

"Then about a month later came our first quiz where I beat you for the first time, but certainly not the last, "He stopped to send a wink to her before continuing, "You marched right over to me cackling hair and all, my heart stopped when I thought maybe you'd congratulate me and we'd be friends... Then you told me 'Don't get any ideas Malfoy. This was a fluke. I am smarter than you and any Ravenclaw. You think you're all that because you weren't a Slytherin, but a stuck up Ravenclaw? Well you're wrong. I happen to know every word of that book and this was a test to see if you were any real competition. Which you aren't. Just wait and see, I am going to be top of ALL my classes. This will be the last time you beat me in anything ever, you slimy blonde git.'" As he mocked her words he took it upon himself to turn his voice into a dreadful nasally and shrill tone.

She couldn't help her laughter at her own expense, "I'm guessing that was the end of your little crush?"

He lifted his eyebrows and shrugged, "Afraid so after that I absolutely despised you and vowed to best you in everything. Before I knew you liked Quidditch, I told my dad I hated flying and never wanted him to teach me. I went home the summer of my second year and I bought every book on Quidditch I could find, then practiced with my dad for hours upon hours and of course, made sure to get a better broom than you." He laughed at himself, "One might say it was an obsession that I gladly grew out of when I became friends with Albus and James in fourth year."

"They always scolded me for feuding with you. Said you were a stand-up lad and I was impeccably stubborn."

His eyes flashed, "Well I am and you are. You know that's the truth too."

She smiled slightly and for some reason she felt comfortable, like as if she and this boy were lifelong friends. As if conversations like these were a common occurrence.

"May I be honest with you?"

"Well we sort of have to be."

"I'm scared of whatever that thing was. I'm frightened to the core. What if we never get out of here?"

He scooted over so he was next to her with their backs against the wall underneath a shelf in the pantry.

"Don't worry your ginger topped freckly covered head about it Weasley. I'll figure something out. Someone will open up the door, and until then we have all this food. If that thing whatever it was, meant us any harm, he had ample time to do it. Once we get out, we will do all the research we can until we figure out what the bloody hell is going on. For now..." He stood up and grabbed a bag off the shelf then sat back next to her, "We have these delectable... What are these?"

He held a yellow bag with random pigs all around it. The bag read 'Pork Strips.'
She giggled and said, "Sounds a bit sketchy, try again."

He stood back up placing the wretched snack away, then looking at what he picked up, he sat back down, "Chocolate chips! Sounds safe enough."

She smiled allowing him to pour a few chips into her hands, "You know my cousin Teddy says that chocolate is the answer to all stressful situations."

"Smart Man, that Lupin."

So they went on talking about stupid things and serious things, because honestly, what else was there to do.

Almost three hours later, Rose laid down on her back. Her legs on the wall, and her hair sprawled around her head in a monstrous array. She was eating a box of cereal they had found as Scorpius asked, "Alright let me think, hmm… What's your favorite colour?"

"Well... to be honest it changes along with the weather. Most days it's blue, but sometimes. On really stormy days it's grey. Sometimes during a sunset it's pinkish reddish orange. I guess it just depends on what kind of mood I'm in. Most of the time it's a pale blue or a light grey."

"Why grey?"

"Have you ever watched a storm clear away. Look up to the sky and you see this light grey remaining. The calm after the storm that promises things will be alright. At least for the moment." She spoke with a spark in her eyes. Like everything was symbolic. Everything mean something to her.

If an apple fell from the tree it wasn't as simple as gravity, it was a double meaning. A metaphor for life. That's just how her mind worked. He wished he could think like that.
She smiled, "Okay my turn. Why are you spending holidays alone here?"

"My beloved family wanted to celebrate it with my grandparents, however, due to the fact that my Grandfather's in Azkaban, my father didn't want me to be forced to witness the inner workings of the prison. So then, I offered to make things easier on them, and spend the entire Holidays here, stating I had enough work to keep me busy. Why are you alone?"

She chuckled, "I'm a spoiled teenaged girl desperately searching for my life purpose and sense of individuality."

He laughed as well.

In that moment with both of them laughing the door swung open and they came face to face with their Headmistress McGonagall.

Scorpius groaned and stood up, "Well it's about time, we've been trapped in here for hours.

She looked like she had seen a ghost. Practically petrified when she heard him say trapped.

"What in heaven's name happened? Who locked the two of you in here?" The fact that she was panicked was painfully obvious. She most likely hadn't had an incident as terrifying as this since her years before the war. Scorpius felt a pang in his chest for whatever caused this stress to this old woman.

Both explained the events to which lead them to be trapped and their descriptions of the creature to their Headmistress. She listened her lips in a thin line, pure concentration etched onto her face. When they were finished she said, "Well, this is deeply concerning. Never in all my years have I heard something quite like this. I would suggest you two head back to your respective dormitories... but..."

"What is it professor?" Asked Rose in concern.

"Rose, tell me dear, are there any other Gryffindors spending the Holidays here?"
Rose shook her head no.

"And any Ravenclaws, Scorpius?"

"Two, but they're both girls and younger, I believe." He answered seeing the problem.
"Now if this thing decided to attack tonight I'm afraid you would have no means of back up which is quite worrisome to myself." She looked as though she were weighing her options.

Finally she spoke as she turned away, "Follow me." She commanded knowing the two would obey.

They silently walked out of the kitchens through the secret entrance which apparently was the only way out. To a mysterious painting of a knight.

"Open up please this is a serious manner." The portrait swung open not daring to question the Witch in what appeared to be an urgent matter.

"Now in recent circumstances I believe it is only safe for your own protection, for the Holidays at least. To have you both stay here. There are two bedrooms. It is where we used to house the head of houses until we built a new room after the war. This is now used for guests and such situations. Now I know you two are not the best of friends, but I expect you both to act responsibly it is only for another week and a half or until I figure out what exactly is going on.

I entrust you both to defend each other if another situation like what you experienced were to arise. Your safety is my top concern. This might actually give you two some practice for next year. Lord knows Head girl and boy aren't any surprises. Have a good night."

If she wasn't so concerned and baffled by the circumstances, Rose would have sworn she saw the brief smirk that graced her features when she made the remark about Head girl and boy. She walked out just as fast as she went in. Before closing the door she said, "I will have it arranged that the elves will pack a few of your items for your brief stay here. Try to behave."

With that she was gone.

"Well I guess we are roommates now." Scorpius said with a cocky grin.

"Oh joy." She responded flatly.

"Come on, we just had a real connecting bonding moment in there, didn't we?"

She rolled her eyes, "Nice try, pal. You still get on my nerves. Know-it-all Ravenclaw."

She walked away from him to investigate the room on her own, when she had the revelation that the potion wore off. It must have lost its effects hours ago, yet they still played their questions game. She answered him truthfully when she didn't have to. They were honest with each other and trusted each other for hours in that room.
Regardless of her obvious denial, she knew deep down that something had begun. Something big, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't scared and thrilled at the same time.

A/N: Thank you for you who took the time to read it please leave a review with your thoughts and opinions and as well as a HUGE thank you t my beta Xennon, Girl you area freaking miracle worker.

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