"I can't do this."
Rose Weasley glared at the miserable blonde huddle in the corner of the compartment, the one that occasionally called himself her best friend. "Merlin, Malfoy, grow some fucking balls already. You'll be fine. Besides what else can you do? Your parents are off in the bloody Alps, I told mine I'm, finally, bringing my best friend home, and you have no where else to go. We've been friends for 5 years, and none of our parents know. That's just pathetic. They really do need to get over their sad little rivalry already. We can't hide forever Scorp. And it's not like we're having some sort of sordid affair or something. We're just friends! Besides, I really doubt my dad's should be going to do anything to you. Yell, scream incoherently, turn a million shades of red, sure, but I don't think he'd go as far as to attack you."
Scorpius' voice was flat, disbelieving, "You're kidding, right Ro? You can't actually, possibly believe the utter bullshit that's coming out of that mouth of yours right now."
"Sadly enough, no. She really does think you're going to get out of this alive and unharmed." Al looked unrepentant, even as Rose was scowled at the two of them, watching the conversation descend into a debate about her mental well-being.
Lily Potter leaned across the compartment to whisper comfortingly, "At least he's not whining anymore." Rose had to concede that point.
The door slid open, and the eldest Potter boy flopped down onto the seat Rose was sitting on, ending sprawled across the length of it with one knee bent, and the other hanging off, his head resting in Ro's lap. Her hand began to play with his hair automatically, twisting it between her fingers. James Sirius Potter had never had anything resembling a sense of personal space, and as his favorite cousin, Rose was well accustomed to being used as furniture.
James tipped his head to look at Scorpius upside down, a wicked smirk dancing hits way across his face. "So... Malfoy... ready to meet the parents?"
The occupants of the compartment all groaned as Scorpius paled once more. James began to snicker, not attempting to look even the slightest bit repentant.
"Bloody hell James!"