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Chapter 1: The Shower Accident

"So I'm sure you've heard about Scorpius Malfoy's newest dalliance," Jillian Longbottom remarked to her friend as they lay on their dormitory beds one lazy Sunday afternoon after Quidditch practice. "It's quite the shocker that he's finally ditched that ice queen of his."

"Scorpius dumped Antoinette?" Rose Weasley asked disinterestedly, as she flipped through the newest edition of Witch Weekly, a little lackluster. Scorpius drama was a weekly topic among the witches of Hogwarts, and it was getting a little old, frankly.

"Yep. For… you'll never guess who." Jillian goaded her friend, plopping herself on Rose's bed with much more energy than Rose herself felt about the subject.

"Well seeing how he's steadily making his way through the houses, I'd have to guess it's either a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor," Rose reasoned. "He's through with his Slytherin hussy, and he was all over Laura Davies last month, and she's a Ravenclaw, so it only makes sense. Don't tell me he's with Mary or Eleanor!" She finished, referring to their fellow 7th year Gryffindor girls.

"No! Not at all, it's not a Gryffindor." Jillian proclaimed, her blue eyes wide. "But you were right, she's a Hufflepuff. Cecily Fletwock."

At the mention of the girl's name, Rose let out an unladylike snort of laughter. "Oh, Jill, you're not serious!" She waited for her friend to reveal that she was joking, but all she received was a slight smirk from Jillian. "I can't believe that tart finally got what she's been after since third year." Cecily Fletwock was a bit of a joke among their peers. She was cute, no doubt, a petite blonde with soft brown eyes and long, flirtatious lashes, but she was known for her experience with the boys. Every week there'd be a new rumor about a new boy Cecily had snagged. The girls of Hogwarts liked to call it being "Fletwocked". Rose herself remembered noting all of the times Cecily's name was written up with various boys in the Astronomy Tower. Not that... ahem… Rose had ever been to the Astronomy Tower. Besides prefect duties and all…

It hardly made sense, however, that Scorpius Malfoy would want to be with such an easy catch. He was notorious for getting any girl he wanted. That rumor had started with Malfoy's fourth year, when he began dating Linnea Boot, the gorgeous Ravenclaw Head Girl at the time. It had lasted for about three months, and at the end of it, Scorpius had left poor Linnea with a broken heart.

And that had only been when he was fourteen. Scorpius was now no longer the boy he'd once been, but a man of nearly eighteen years. True, he still had the same silvery blond hair and startling grey eyes as always, but his once pointed chin had hardened to a muscular jaw, as the rest of his body had hardened, too. At a shocking 6'2", Scorpius was easily the star Keeper of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and rose to stand much taller than his comparatively smaller father. Rose had to admit that his looks were quite striking, all angular and hardened, that attracted many a Hogwarts student to him. But Rose wasn't into "hard" or brutal. Rose was more interested in his intellect and quick wit.

Over the years, and despite their lineage, Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy had become what one could call "friends". Bonded by their intelligence and drive for perfection, their friendship had begun in the library and slowly expanded to other aspects of their lives. That they were rivals in schoolwork, houses, and Quidditch only served to liven their friendship. And now that they were Head Boy and Head Girl this final year at Hogwarts, it seemed they spent more time together than ever. A little competition had never hurt anyone, after all.

So it was with snorting disparity that Rose found Scorpius at their usual spot in the library later that afternoon. She plunked her heavy load of books on the hard oak table, and he looked up, not entirely shocked at her entrance. "What?" he asked arrogantly, a single eyebrow cocked up at her.

"Cecily Fletwock?" Rose hissed in a low voice, stretching the girl's name so it sounded as if it were made of at least a dozen syllables. "Scorpius, you cannot be serious."

"It's just a thing that happened," Scorpius said unconcernedly, going back to his History of Magic book, "it's nothing to make a fuss about."

"But she's such a twit!" Rose protested, finally sitting down beside him, a look of disgust marring her freckled face. "You know she's a twit! You were just making fun of her last week!"

Scorpius chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he read over his textbook. "Things change, Rosie." He said, using the nickname he knew she loathed so deeply. He glanced up to find a disgruntled Rose looking at him with disbelief. Scorpius laughed out loud, then explained, "she was there, and she was more than willing. I can't say it will happen again, but I wouldn't be particularly adverse to the idea. She certainly knows what she's doing, that Cecily."

Rose gagged dramatically and opened her History of Magic, deciding that avoiding the subject would be the only sure way of not having to think about Scorpius and that tart. Surely Goblin Wars would be much more interesting than thinking about Cecily's tongue down Scorpius' throat. Rose had never particularly disliked the girl, but now she felt disdain towards her in a way she could not explain. Why would Scorpius go with somebody so superficial and full of air? It was a well known fact that boys didn't date Cecily Fletwock for her personality. Shaking these thoughts from her head, she tried to feign interest in Wulfric the Weird and his alienations of the Centaurs. Only half a page into her reading though, she was interrupted.

"And anyway, it's not as if you can talk, Rosie." Rose looked up to find two grey eyes carefully trained on her own.

"Whatever does that mean, if I may ask?"

"Are you denying what I witnessed you doing in the 2nd floor corridor last week with a certain Ravenclaw by the name of Prescott Branstone?"

Rose could feel herself blushing up to the roots of her hair. "You saw that?" she half-whispered, eyes wide and innocent.

Scorpius smirked at Rose's apparent discomfort. He recalled the incident only too clearly. It had been branded in his mind for the past week. Scorpius had replayed that moment over and over, torturing himself with visions of Branstone's fingers entwined in Rose's brilliant curls, her arms around his neck as he pressed her against a wall. Scorpius quirked one eyebrow in response to her question and saw her cheeks begin to flame up again, matching the color of her wild, fiery hair. Tendrils of her mane escaped the French braid she'd so carefully crafted earlier in that day, and twisted to frame her face, which had a dark ink splotch on her left cheek. Scorpius had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy had a secret. He'd never shared this secret with anybody, not with any of the boys he hung around at Hogwarts, not with his best friend and cousin Alistair Greengrass, not with his mother, and certainly not with his father. Scorpius lived in fear of the day that somebody would discover his secret, that he had quite a large crush on his friend, Gryffindor and Head Girl Rose Weasley.

It had begun innocently, back in their first year at Hogwarts. When he'd first come to school, Scorpius had not been one for friendliness. He'd already had a best friend, his cousin Alistair, in his year and House, so he hadn't done much to extend himself to others. One day after Christmas Holidays, though, Professor Slughorn made a show of pairing up potions partners from different Houses, to promote what was at Hogwarts now called "inter-House unity". Scorpius and Rose had been paired by the luck of the draw, and consequently brewed a potion together that was so far beyond anything any of the other first years in the class had managed to muddle together that they'd received automatic grades of "Exceeds Expectations" for the rest of the term.

Throughout his seven years at Hogwarts, Scorpius had begun to cherish his friendship with Rose above nearly all else. He loved the adrenaline of arguing a particularly difficult homework question with her, the spark in her eye as she raced toward him with a Quaffle during the Gryffindor – Slytherin Quidditch matches, or the feeling of holding her, once, at the winter ball last year when he'd finally gathered enough courage to ask her to dance. Rose was beautiful, yes, but she was also brilliant and hard-working, and funny and kind. She was everything Scorpius wanted to be as well.

Scorpius was snapped from his reverie to discover Rose asking him a question, her arms crossed defiantly, but cheeks still burning pink under her numerous freckles. "How did you even find us there?" She was asking defensively.

"Merlin, Rose, you weren't being all that sneaky about it." Scorpius said, his stomach turning again with the memory of Rose snogging that Branstone git. "I was walking back from Quidditch and there you were, in plain daylight. You should be a little more careful in the future. Don't want Headmistress McGonagall walking in on you or anything, yeah?"

"Oh shut up, you." Rose said, defiantly tugging her textbook back to her, refocusing her attention on the Goblin Wars of 1542. The two continued their homework in silence for a while after that, each aware of the lingering conversation between them, but refusing to acknowledge it. Finally Rose put down her book with a sigh.

"I can't study any more of this rubbish. D'you want to go fly?"

Scorpius smiled. This was their routine. Nearly every night they'd study at the library until one of them cracked, and then they'd grab their broomsticks and head down to the Quidditch pitch in the dark, and fly under the stars until they were as physically tired as mentally.

"I've already got my broom with me." He smirked cheekily, nodding under the table. "Let's go, shall we?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

The two of them headed down to the pitch, joking and chatting, the tenseness of their previous conversation forgotten completely. Rose prattled on about some new move she was dying to try out, and Scorpius was content to listen. They paused momentarily to head to their respective locker rooms and change into flying gear, but were on the field in no time, and silently pushing off the ground to soar through the air with ease. The two of them flew lightly for the first few minutes or so, each pretending to knock the other off of their broom.

Rose relaxed into the peace of the crisp autumn night as she flew. It was nearly the end of November now, and it would soon be winter. That meant less sun and less time for Quidditch practice, and more time holed up in the library, studying for their impending N.E.W.T. exams. Rose shuddered at the thought. She was at the top of her class, but great student or not, she felt thoroughly unprepared for the exams that would end her seven years of education at Hogwarts, and thrust her into the real world. Berating herself for thinking such thoughts during her private flying time, Rose let her worries slip from her head and focused on the air whooshing through her auburn curls and the soft sound of Scorpius' broom whizzing nearer from the other side of the pitch.

After they'd been out for about an hour, the two of them decided to call it a night. Rose had tested out her new move several times, and been quite pleased with the results. It was with this positive mindset that she headed off towards the girls locker room.

There was nothing more comforting to Rose than a long shower after a hard work out on her broom. The girls locker room was furnished well, with tapestries from all of the various Houses adorning the walls, and tiles that, despite being made of stone, never seemed to get too cold. There were rows of showers with ornate faucets much like those in the Prefects' bathroom, which spewed water of the perfect temperature at the perfect height.

Once in the shower, Rose realized belatedly that she'd forgotten to bring any soap down to the pitch with her tonight. Wrapping a towel around herself carefully, Rose tiptoed to the boys' locker room and peeked inside to see if it was safe to go in. She didn't see anything or anyone, and so she quietly padded in on the stone floor.

Rose turned the last corner to enter the locker room and stopped abruptly. There stood Scorpius, drenched in water from the showers, in nothing but his own naked glory. Water streamed off his muscular back and shoulders, trickling down his body to the place where Rose was unable to tear her eyes. He didn't see her right at first, but slowly turned to where she stood as he heard her sharp intake of breath. He made no attempts to cover his nudity, but only stared dumbly at where she stood. "Rose?" he finally asked stupidly.

"I… I'm so sorry, I just… I forgot… forgot my soap, and I… I thought… I…" Rose stammered, shielding her eyes with her fingers and finally averting her gaze.

For a split second, Rose thought he was about to come towards her, but then something shifted in his face and he seemed to make some decision. "No problem, just… here, let me…" he grabbed a thick green towel from the bench beside him and wrapped his lower body in it, then found his soap. He handed it to her gingerly.

"Thank you." Rose said to the floor, her familiar Weasley blush burning on her cheeks like a beacon. "I'll… I'll be right… I'm almost…" she finally gave up and turned away, her damp hair swishing behind her as she hurriedly exited the room.

Scorpius slowly put his undergarments and trousers on, still shocked at this unexpected intrusion on his shower time. He wasn't embarrassed, he wasn't a modest man by any stretch of the imagination, but he was a bit anxious at what this would now mean for their friendship. Would this in any way harm the bond they had so painstakingly constructed over the last few years? Scorpius dearly hoped not.

When Rose returned from her shower, all fresh and clean, nothing about the incident was mentioned between them. They set off for the castle in silence, and maintained the quiet for the entire walk. When they reached the Great Hall, they murmured their goodnights and quickly made the way to their respective Common Rooms; she to Gryffindor and he to Slytherin. Nothing was said about the previous half hour.

However, Scorpius was bursting with unbridled frustration by the time he reached the Slytherin 7th Year boys dormitory. He barely grunted a hello to Alistair and his other mates before peeling off his clothes once again and putting on his pajamas to get ready for bed. Rose Weasley had just seen him naked for the first time, and it was nothing like he had imagined in his schoolboy fantasies. Scorpius didn't want this awkwardness between them, didn't need this new worry on his mind as well. It was already hard enough to keep anybody from finding out the way he felt about Rose, but now with this on his mind, it was hard not to imagine the next time he'd be naked with her, and envision Rose with a lack of clothing as well. He pictured themselves in the locker room again, surrounded by steam from the showers. He'd bloody well give her some soap, all right. He'd wash that sweat from the pitch right off of her smooth skin himself. Scorpius groaned in agony. After all, it was bloody not fair that she had been in a towel while he had nothing but his own birthday suit to wear.

Likewise, Rose was lying awake in Gryffindor Tower. She had easily begged off her roommates by announcing a painful stomachache. What Rose felt in her stomach was not an ache, but the faint flutter of butterfly wings as she recalled the evening and seeing Scorpius, quite literally, in a whole new way. She'd known that her friend was handsome and fit before; he had to be, with such a horde of girls fawning after him, but she'd had no idea that that sort of manly perfection existed underneath his school robes. In the few fleeting moments before Rose had acquired enough sense to cover her eyes with her hands, she'd had more than enough time to notice the toned musculature of Scorpius' lean body, and the soft matting of white-blond hair leading from his belly button down to his… Rose wouldn't let herself think any further than that.

Scorpius was her friend! She blushed in the dark. He was somebody to study with and to fly with and tease good-naturedly, but she'd never thought of him in any other way. She was not another one of those Scorpius Malfoy groupies. Merlin knew that the school didn't need any more of those.

With those final thoughts, Rose fell asleep, promising herself that everything would be back to normal in the morning.

Rose awoke the next morning with a purpose. She would apologize to Scorpius for the night before, and everything would be just as it should be. There was no reason that her friendship with Scorpius needed to be affected just because she saw his… well. There was no reason.

She dressed in her school robes quickly, then spent another fifteen minutes sighing impatiently as her roommates took their time getting ready for classes. "Where's my tie, Rose?" Jillian whined, throwing her hands up in the air exasperatedly. "This is the third time this week I've lost it!"

"Check beneath your bed." Rose said, knowing fully that the tie was bound to be there, as always.

"Right, thanks doll." Jillian said, procuring her crimson and gold striped tie from beneath her four-poster.

"Ellie, did you take my heeled shoes again?" Mary whined from the opposite corner.

"Ta, darling!" Eleanor said, raising one foot and grinning cheekily as Mary's mouth dropped in indignation.

"Give them back, you tosser!" She cried, while Eleanor danced away from her. Jillian lunged to catch Eleanor, but ended up falling on Rose's bed instead. As usual, chaos ensued. The fight didn't end until Mary had Eleanor cornered and Rose had to use her Head Girl status to threaten to put them all in a month's detention. Finally, the seventh year girls came down to breakfast, much later than Rose would've liked, but the squabble forgotten.

Rose spotted a messy dark head at the Gryffindor table and immediately headed over to it, the other three girls trailing closely behind. She rumpled Al's hair from the back and sat down beside him.

"Oy! What'd you do that for?"

"Just because I can, dear cousin." Rose replied, sending a cheeky grin at her cousin Albus, whose usually bright green eyes seemed rather still glued together with sleep. He blinked slowly at Rose, shook his head once and muttered incoherently, then went back to his oatmeal. As long as Rose had known him, which was all her life, Al had never been a morning person.

He glanced up, however, as the rest of Rose's roommates joined them at the table. "G'morning all," he said through a mouthful of mush. When Mary sat down across him, he swallowed quickly. "All right there, Penrose?"

Mary blushed and looked up at Al through shy brown eyes. Rose pretended to gag.

It was not a secret that her cousin and Mary had it bad for each other. Al had liked Rose's roommate ever since fifth year, but always protested that he didn't want to ruin their friendship with a relationship. Now it was seventh year, and Rose was of the mindset that if he didn't do something about it now, he'd lose his opportunity. Besides, it was clear that she felt the same way.

"The Slytherins look in top form today," Jillian said as she sat next to Rose. "It's too bad. I'd love to see a few of them injured before the match on Saturday." She and Al laughed heartily.

Rose glanced over at the Slytherin table and discovered, with a gulp, that the Slytherin team did look in top form. One particular Slytherin, in fact.

Scorpius Malfoy had been chatting with his cousin Alistair, but when Rose looked over at the Slytherin table, he suddenly glanced up and met her gaze with those intense grey eyes of his. Rose blushed and quickly looked back down at her toast. She berated herself for acting so stupid. Everything was going to be normal, there was no reason for weirdness between the two of them. She tuned back in to what Jill and Al were saying with effort.

"So what's the plan of attack, Captain?" Jillian was asking Al, her chin rested on one fist, leaning casually across where Rose was sitting.

"You'll just have to see tonight at practice," Al smiled, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head, always the picture of the confident Quidditch Captain. "I've reserved the pitch for a few extra hours this week, just to get everything worked out."

Rose snapped to attention. "I can't stay any later, Al, you know that. I've got Heads duties tonight, it's Thursday."

"Come on, Rose," Al groaned, turning to his cousin pleadingly. "We can't practice with one of our three chasers out. We'd have to put in that git Bundy, and we all know he can't chase worth shit. Just ask Malfoy if you can move your meeting to another day. I'm sure he'll understand. The guy gets Quidditch. And he'd never say no to you, anyway."

"What does that mean?" Asked Rose, taken aback.

"Well I'm not one to complain, but if Bundy comes in with another so-called 'injury', I swear I'll-"

"No, not that, you twit. About Scorpius not being able to say no to me?"

Albus laughed and ran a hand through his already messy dark hair. "Well, forgive me, but it's fairly obvious that he-"

"Rose, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Rose whipped her head around blushing, expecting to find Scorpius, but came face to face with Prescott Branstone instead. He looked down at her, his clear blue eyes waiting for a response.

"Oh, erm, yes of course." Rose stammered, standing up and gathering her things. "Just let me grab my bag."

"Great," Prescott said, his handsome face breaking out into a smile. "I can walk you to potions, then." Rose said quick goodbyes to her friends, promising to see them in potions in a few minutes, then followed Prescott out of the Great Hall, acutely aware of the interested whispering behind them.

"Rose… so, hi." Prescott said as they finally left the hall. He made no move to start walking to class, but rather stood over to the side of the staircase.

"How are you?" Rose asked, wondering what this could be about. Maybe he'd heard about Malfoy in the locker room! Oh no, oh no, oh no.

"So, how have you been?" Prescott asked congenially, pushing his dark flopping hair out of his eyes. Prescott was quite tall, about six feet tall, and that was a relief to Rose. She'd always been on the tall side herself – she blamed her father – at about five foot eight, so finding a tall guy was necessary. However, Prescott's hair was one of the first things Rose had liked about him. It always seemed to flop in just the right spot. It was silly, but Rose always used to wonder at how soft it looked. Last week she'd found out for herself. It was soft. She stared at it, just where it covered his left eye, and then realized that Prescott was still waiting for her to answer his question.

"I've been well." She smiled genuinely. "Busy with Heads duties and Quidditch practice and N.E.W.T.s revisions, of course, but well. And you?"

"I've been… I didn't bring you out here to talk about N.E.W.T.s, Rose." Prescott said abruptly, seeming suddenly nervous. He wiped his hands on his robes as Rose watched in silence. "I wanted to say… I wanted to tell you that I like you a lot, Rose. That day last week was, well, it was special for me, and I'd like it to happen again. Often." He finished, smiling shyly down at her. Rose's heart melted a little.

"I really like you too, Prescott." She said, returning his smile.

"I was wondering… if you might like to be my girlfriend, Rose?"

Rose had had boyfriends before. In fourth year she'd dated fellow Gryffindor Donald Creevy, and in fifth year she'd gone to Hogsmeade a few times with a sixth year Hufflepuff named Toby Montmorency, who all of the girls had been wild over. But for the past year or so Rose had seen no reason to date. Boys her age had all seemed rather immature and boring. Except Prescott was different. Prescott was serious about his schoolwork, and was right up there with Rose at the top of the class. He had been a prefect since fifth year, just as she had, and would have undoubtedly been Head Boy if Scorpius hadn't. Rose quite liked Prescott. Not to mention that hair of his.

"You know, I would love to." Rose said with a grin, which Prescott returned gratefully. He slowly tucked a piece of her flaming red hair behind her ear, then leaned down and gave her a quick, but meaningful peck on the lips.

"Well I'm glad we've gotten that settled!" Prescott clapped his hands together in a businesslike fashion. "Shall I walk you to class, Miss Weasley?" he said, picking up her leaden bookbag from her shoulder with ease and taking her hand in his.

"You may, Mister Branstone." Rose said laughing. They walked down to the dungeons chattering and laughing gaily, taking quick pauses to give each other a peck or two when there were no other students around. When they rounded the corner to the dungeons, however, they were surprised to find somebody already there.

"Malfoy." Prescott said congenially, nodding to the other boy. Malfoy nodded his blond head in return, his gaze trained on Prescott, never smiling.

"I'm going to go talk to Professor Slughorn quickly," Prescott said, either not noticing or caring that Malfoy was acting suddenly chilly towards him. He released Rose's hand and kissed her on one cheek. "See you inside, Rose." He said with a wink.

Malfoy watched him go inside, then slowly turned to look at Rose, who was nervously studying her trainers. "Well that was… sweet." He said when he realized Rose wasn't going to say anything for herself.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Rose said, still eyeing her shoes. Scorpius snorted and Rose looked up, shocked to see a sour expression on his usually smooth face.

"Well if you want to go off gallivanting around with Branstone, flaunting it for everyone to see, then it's none of my concern." He said scathingly, one eyebrow cocked in taunting.

Rose was utterly confused. "Gallivanting? Hardly! He merely asked if I would be his girlfriend."

"And what did you say?" Rose was surprised by the hardness in his tone.

"I said… yes. I said I would." She looked into those now cold grey eyes, searching for some explanation. Was he mad about what had happened in the locker room yesterday? Was he waiting for some sort of apology? "Look, Scorpius, if this is about last night then I'm…"

"Last night? What happened last night?" Scorpius asked, daring her to say more. Rose faltered, unsure of what to do next. His face was like cold marble, impossible to read. And yet there was a glimmer of something beneath the surface, a ghost of the friend she'd come to know and love behind this unreadable mask.

"Scorpius, I don't know what you want from me." She finally said, helplessly. Something in his face changed, and for a moment, she saw a boy just as helpless as she felt, but then the rest of the N.E.W.T.s level potions students arrived in a loud group of giggling and talking and shouting.

"Just forget it. I'm sorry, Rose." He said quietly, his eyes trained on the ground. "I was having a bad morning and I didn't mean to take it out on you." Without another word, he turned into the classroom and left her there speechless.

Rose had trouble gaining focus after that. All throughout their double potions class, Rose kept trying to catch Scorpius' eye. He had been uncharacteristically upset that morning, and she still couldn't help but wonder if it had anything at all to do with the night before. Merlin, why had she been so stupid? He was obviously shaken up about it, for some reason. Perhaps he thought that she'd let their friendship be affected by it? Well if that was the case, she'd just take care to straighten that matter right up after class.

In the meantime, Rose turned her attention back to the Draught of the Living Dead potion she'd been neglecting. She was disheartened to see that it had turned an odd sort of putrid green instead of the desired lilac it should have been at this stage. She glanced over at Albus' cauldron next door and sighed. He'd, of course, already reached the final stage, his potion turning crystal clear as he stirred it. Albus was a genius at Potions. It was the only subject in which he soundly bested Rose every time.

Quickly she added the last few ingredients and crossed her fingers in hopes that the potion was not completely lost. With much prodding, the brew finally turned a pale lavender. Sighing with relief, Rose filled her flask just as Slughorn called the class to a close.

The students filed out of the dungeon noisily. Prescott said a hurried goodbye to Rose and rushed off to his Arithmancy class. Rose had her focus trained on the bright blond head in front of her, weaving above the sea of black school robes. She followed Scorpius up the stairs and through a busy corridor, then outside and across the grounds to their next class together, Herbology. Rose struggled to keep up, but his legs were so damn long, it was impossible to do so. Rose didn't know if Scorpius was unaware that she was behind him, or if he simply didn't care. Either way, he was at least fifteen yards in front of her when the sixth years emerged from their Herbology lesson, Cecily Fletwock among the throng of giggling girls.

Rose seemed frozen to the wet grass as she watched Cecily's face light up at seeing Scorpius, and detach from her group of girls to plant a wet kiss on his lips. Instead of brushing her off as he normally would've done, Scorpius grinned cheekily and pulled Cecily around the side of the greenhouse, not taking care who saw them go. Rose watched with lead in her heart as the pair of them disappeared from sight. But she could've sworn that just before he rounded the corner where she could no longer see, Scorpius turned to look her straight in the eye.