Rose Weasely, daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasely, two thirds of the Golden Trio and the closest friends of Harry Potter, had made a terrible, horrible, mortifying mistake; she had sent her text to the wrong person.

She swore to herself as she cursed the day she was born, that she would never, in all her days, drink again. She was supposed to be a genius like her mother and yet here she was.

Even if she hadn't sent the damned text to the wrong person it would still be mortifying.

She groaned and ran her hand through her hair anxiously, gnawing at her lip as she stared helplessly at the message.

Memories of the night before were slowly drifting through her mind, leaving her more embarrassed with every passing thought.

"C'mon, Al! It's one drink. It won't kill me to drink one more," laughed Rose who seemed to be conveniently forgetting the several others she had already had, "Besides, I already paid for this one, so it'd just be a waste of money."

Albus eyed her anxiously before finally agreeing, quite reluctantly, that, "Fine, one more drink and then that's it."

She squealed and hugged her cousin, leaning heavily on him and sighing happily, "Oh I'm so happy you came to drink with me, even if you're not drinking. I need someone to keep an eye on me."

Albus scoffed in wordless agreement as Rose continued rambling, "Ever since Zachary broke up with me – ever since he broke up with me, I just – I feel so sad!"

Quite suddenly, Rose Weasely burst into wet, ugly tears. She wept like a newborn, and wiped clumsily at her wet cheeks, "Albus, why did Zachary break up with me?"

Albus looked entirely helpless and concerned as he watched his cousin and shrugged, "Because Zachary was a prat. Besides, you broke up with him, remember?"

She bawled harder, shoulders shaking as her tears poured out. When sober, she rarely even thought of the man she had dated in Hogwarts though, as people are prone to doing, she couldn't tear her thoughts from him when she was drunk.

She excused herself to go to the loo and stumbled away. After washing her hands at the sinks, it suddenly struck her as the perfect idea to text her ex so, being quite proud of herself for thinking of it, she pulled out her phone and searched for his number.

She had every person in her contacts listed under a nickname, so she looked up the name Bastard, which had been what she had changed his name to after their breakup and texted one line; "I miss you."

Rose Weasely, top of her Hogwarts graduating class, vice president of SPEW and secretary of the Minister of Magic, stared in horror at the message and, worse still, the response.

"I miss you."

"Weasely? What's going on?"

"I miss you, you prat, tell me you miss me too."

"We just saw each other earlier today at the ministry…"

"Why can't you just tell me you miss me?"

"I don't know what's going on here, but fine. I miss you too Weasely. Maybe go for a cup of tea together after work Monday?"

"Perfect. See you there, gorgeous."

Rose stared in rising horror as she stared at the name, "Bastard."

Uppercase B. Zachary had been a lowercase B because he was low class while she had named someone else Bastard for being a high-class bastard.

Malfoy.

He worked as a representative for his father's company, the pharmaceutical industry having called to Draco and his talent with potions. He made negotiations and handled the financial affairs in the Ministry in an office space near her own and they had sparked up a shaky tolerance for each other.

They had ignored each other for the most part in Hogwarts and had therefore been quite surprised to find each other forced into near daily proximity when they had both settled into their respective positions .

How could she have sent the message to Malfoy? He was one of the only people in all the world she would have preferred to send the message to less than her own ex-boyfriend.

She called Albus and began to gnaw anxiously at her thumbnail as she waited for him to answer, pacing around her flat as she waited for the call to go through.

"Hullo?" asked Albus groggily, his voice deep and husky with sleep.

"Al, what do I do? I am such an idiot. What am I supposed to do?" She almost felt like crying again as she spilled the entire story to her dearest cousin over the phone.

When she finished, the line was silent in stunned silence, "So, wait a moment. When you went off to the loo, last night, you went to text Zachary but forgot that there were two assholes in your contacts and texted Scor instead?"

He cackled gleefully, and Rose winced both in pain due to the noise and her hangover and the reminder that Scorpius and Albus had been good friends for quite some time, "Yes. I texted Malfoy instead of Zachary and now he has gone and invited me over to tea tomorrow! What do I do?"

"Have you responded yet?" Albus sounded entirely too excited at the prospect that Rose's life was crumbling around her.

"No. I don't know what to say!"

"Rose. Do yourself a favor and just say yes. You can either have a nice cuppa with him or you can explain what all happened last night and why you were so desperate for attention. It's that simple."

"Albus Severus, you know there isn't a single simple thing about that entire plan. Malfoy and I are not meant to have nice cuppas or casual conversations. Do you have any idea how long it would take him to stop teasing me if I dared tell him the reason I texted him last night?"

Rose groaned in horrified frustration as she contemplated the future before her, "I really don't have a choice, do I? Either I pretend that I meant to send him the texts or I admit that it was a mistake."

"You're right as always, Rosie. Ill be right here as soon as you're ready to tell me how it goes."