Disclaimer- All characters, places and everything else that I've used from her previous works belongs to JKR.

A/N: This is most likely a one off. I don't really know how to continue it, but never say never right?

"Seriously Rose? Come on!"

"Scorpius, leave me alone. I know you're obsessed with me, but go away. You're not my friend."

"First, we're going to the same place. Second do you even have any friends?"

"I have lots of friends."

"Most of whom are your cousins."

"And none of whom are you. The real question is do you have any friends, other than my cousin?" The bickering echoed down the empty halls, invoking loud protests from the battered oil paintings sleeping on the walls.

"Password." The Fat Lady deadpanned.

"Confundus." The said in unison.

"Jinx!" Rose blurted before Scorpius got out more than a breath.

"Keeping up with the muggles are we?"

"Yeah too bad it's only the muggles, I could've jinxed your mouth shut permanently. And don't try to deny that you wanted to beat me." The pair stepped through the portrait hole.

"Rose!" Came a too loud shout from across the, strangely, crowded common room. "Rosie," a slightly drunk Albus came into view. "C'mon have some fun."

"What in the heavens do you think you're doing?"

"Lighten up why don't you, Rosie, you're so serious." Al retorted waving his glass around like a wand.

"Yeah? Lighten up," Scorpius interjected. Rose whipped her head around to glare at Scorp whose smirk matched his condescending tone. "Here," He handed her a pint of what she assumed was spiked butterbeer. "have some fun why don't you."

"What've you done to it?"

"Nothing, I swear."

"For some odd reason I don't believe you." Her voice dripped sarcasm.

"Why oh why must it be so hard with you Rose?" He responded with exaggerated fake anguish. Bringing the back of his hand to his forehead. "Oh Rosie," The tone in his voice as condescending as ever. "You'll be the death of me."

"Really guys," Al's head popped between theirs. He smelled pungent, of more than just butterbeer. "Another sass off? We all know both of you are equally sassy. And just for the record, Scorp won tha- Ow, bloody hell Rose!" He broke off rubbing the back of his head, where she had hit him. And now his pout made her want to hit him again.

"Well, I'm off to get a drink," Scorp interrupted. "Want one Rose?"

"Let me think about that... Well since we just finished establishing that I don't trust you to not do anything to my drinks... No, I'll pass."

Scorpius cast a glance towards Al, opened his mouth, and then seemed to think better of it. "I'll be back."

"Or you could y'know, stay gone."

"Lovin' the love Rosie, lovin' the love." And he started to wind his way across the room towards the table of drinks laughing and shaking his head.

Rose looked at Al who was looking pitiful. "How drunk are you anyway?"

"Just a wee bit." He said trying to hold his thumb and pointer finger about an inch apart but failing to keep them the same distance apart for long.

"Right..." Rose sighed. "Scorp! Scoprpius!" She yelled across the room. He looked up from getting his drink to meet her eyes. She pointed at Al then the boys' dorms, signalling she was going to take Al up to bed. Considering he had just passed out on her shoulder it was probably best if he was put to bed. Scorpius pointed at himself then Rose raising his eyebrows in a question. She shook her head, she'd be fine. He turned back to his drink as Rose heaved Al farther up on her shoulder and started towards the stairs.

When she returned, after having to change her shirt, which thanks to Albus now had a vomit stain down the front. Scorpius had saved her seat on the sofa.

"That's not what you were wearing earlier," He smirked. "Trying to impress someone?" He raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Me?"

"Ew. No Scorp, it's not what I was wearing. I had to change because your idiot best friend, and my idiot cousin puked on my other shirt. I thought you'd prefer it to puke stains, no?" Her smile was cynical it barely passed for a smile.

"How is he?" The tone of his voice had changed to concern for his best friend.

"Fine, he'll have a mighty fine hangover. But he'll be fine."

"I got you a drink."

"Thanks." Her voice was soft. "God knows I need it, having to put up with you all day." But it was half hearted. She accepted the drink, taking a sip and relishing in the warmth that spread in her gut.

Not having the energy to bicker, their conversation died out. The party fizzled out, leaving the red headed girl and the blond boy to sit side by side and watch the fire burn down.