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It has become a thing of theirs, wandering the halls at night. The darkness is a welcome cover, away from the eyes and ears that hound their every move. The Room of Requirement has once again become a safe haven, though it is now of a different kind.
Scorpius knows that this is illogical. They have been seen in the company of one another since their first year here at this majestic school; gossip has run its course and they are now just any other pair of student walking the halls.
Rose doesn't say a word, though he knows she must be thinking it, wondering why he still insisted upon late night meetings and stolen moments on the very edges of the grounds. If Scorpius is honest, he doesn't know it himself. Father has said time and time again that he has changed, that he no longer views those not of pureblood decent as unworthy.
Scorpius doesn't believe him though. He knows he is still young and naïve, and has no right to talk of war. Still, Scorpius knew that you didn't risk everything, your education, your friends, your life, for a cause you didn't fully believe in.
He tells all of this to Rose one night. She listens and she tries to understand. He can see it in her face that she is really trying to understand it, but it is hard for her to understand the idea that someone would ever believe that she and her mother and her siblings are all unworthy of magic, let alone the complex idea of hiding that belief.
Maybe he has just been spending too much time in the company of Rose's family, but that doesn't make the urge to make sure that his father never hears of his relationship with Rose any weaker, and it doesn't change the fact that if he ever were to introduce Rose to his family, he would make sure that there was someone, preferably himself, between them.