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Chapter 1 – Son of a banshee

"Well this is awkward" Rose Weasley did not expect those to be the first words to leave her mouth when, on her rounds as head girl she used her well honed hearing to track down the source of obvious sounds of canoodling to an innocent looking broom cupboard on the 4th floor, and, upon opening the cupboard found the noise to be that of her boyfriend Thaddeus Edgecombe with a Hufflepuff fifth year who Rose only knew by sight.

The pair in the cupboard stared at Rose, frozen in shock, which really wasn't a good thing for them considering that Thad had his hand very obviously up the Hufflepuff girl's shirt. This lasted for a mindnumbingly long time until Rose let out a tired sigh.

"Rose, love, this isn't what it looks like" Her boyfriend started.

The overly cliché phrase made something inside her snap. Rose burst out laughing. She was in fits of hysterics and had to hold on to the cupboard door to stop herself from falling on the floor. "You have got to be fucking stupid if you think I'd believe that, which is worrying considering you're in Ravenclaw" She managed to gasp out when she could breathe.

"Rose..." Thaddeus started but Rose cut him off.

"Nope! Merlin's pants! You can't get out of this, even though I know you've never done it to me before I'm not stupid enough to believe you won't ever again, we're very much over and since it's after hours and assignations of this kind are prohibited I'm going to be taking 25 points from each of your houses" She told them.

It was at this point the Hufflepuff girl chose to speak, "Only 25?" she sighed relieved.

"Yeah, well I'd feel bad if I took too many considering what's about to happen"

Thaddeus Edgecombe and the Hufflepuff girl, who still hadn't found the right moment to disentangle themselves from one another, looked at Rose confused.

The next morning rumours of a very loud bang from the 4th floor during the night ran amok in the school and students who walked past the broom cupboard all swore that there was the lingering smell of freshly washed lettuce and well worn socks.

It wasn't until after she'd sent her ex-boyfriend and the Hufflepuff packing back to their dorms and she was finally alone, that it all really hit her. She and Thad were over. The worst part was that she really did love him. Well she did up until half and hour ago when he had broken her heart with some random gnargle from Hufflepuff. She'd seen that girl trying to flirt with Thad on several occasions, but she'd thought nothing of it. After all, she and Thad had been together for a little over 2 years, they'd even started planning their life together after Hogwarts, looking for cheap houses or flats they could rent and perfecting their CV's so they could get the jobs they wanted in the Ministry of Magic. He would be in the department of International Magical Co-operation and she would be in the Department of Mysteries. They'd even talked about getting married. Now that future was gone forever. Rose felt like she was staring at an oblivion. Ducking into a niche behind a statue she finally allowed the tears that had been threatening to spill over, rain down in full fury. She didn't sob. There was no heart-wrenching scene of a girl who'd just lost her happy ending. There was just the rivers of water flooding from her eyes and carrying on their backs the life that could've been.

Scorpius Malfoy was in a foul mood. It wasn't exactly a rare occurrence that he was like this, but what made it worse was that Rose hadn't come back to the student head's common room so he didn't have anyone to take it out on. He loved to make her angry, he knew all the right buttons to press to make her eyes flash and her face attempt to outdo her hair in colour and the look on her face when she'd challenge him to a duel and they'd battle it out with all manner of spells. Looking back on some of those fights, he really wondered how on earth they'd manage to avoid about a million detentions and how they'd managed to be granted the positions of head boy and girl. It was a mystery. Even with their impeccable grades. But she wasn't here, she hadn't returned from her patrol yet, even though it had finished a couple of hours ago, he presumed she'd be admonishing some trouble-makers, or getting off with her smarmy boyfriend. Hold on Scor, smarmy? Since when did you have any opinion, let alone a negative one on Weasel-bee's boyfriend? He thought to himself. When he couldn't provide an answer past, because you've been madly in love with her for 4 years you prick! He gave up on puzzling it over and let out a huff flopping onto his back on one of the sofas in front of the fire. There was something mildly hypnotic about the warmth and the flickering light that the fire cast on the ceiling that soon had Scorpious drifting to dreamland.

When Rose got back to the student head's common room the fire was low in the grate, almost burned to nothing and there was a warm darkness cast over the room. Unfortunately it was this darkness that caused Rose to trip over a footstool, stubbing her toe in the process in her fall to the floor with a thump. "Son of a banshee!" she cursed quietly, half at the footstool and half at her stupid ex-boyfriend, as she picked herself up and limped up to her room. Rose's accident had woken Scorpius from his slumber on the sofa, in the darkness she hadn't seen him. He on the other hand heard the thickness of her voice and even in the low light could tell she'd been crying, allowing her the dignity of getting to her room without knowing she'd been witnessed in her state, he waited before heading up to his own with a resolve forming in his chest that he'd make her forget all about whatever it was that had made her cry. That's going to be an impressive feat considering she hates your guts a voice in his head whispered.