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AN: Hi:) This is basically the sequel to Maze to the Hearts. So for those who wanted a sequel, yeah, I finally decided to get on with writing it. Even though I highly doubt you may actually recall what the main plot of Maze to the Hearts actually is. (Thanks to the fact that I updated the sequel 5 months after the completion of the first fic. Sorry!) For those who didn't read the first story, it isn't really necessary, though I would recommended it since both stories are sort of connected and they make use of the same characters. (Alternative is that you read this story first and if you are interested yet you really don't get it, refer to the prequel.) Ok, hope you enjoy it then:)

Italics means thoughts, comments, or something very loud. Prologue: It starts from where it ends

Something nagged at the back of her mind and Rose tossed again.

As far as she was concerned, she couldn't sleep and with a slight grumble, she got up to spare a glance at her glowering clock.

It was fifteen minutes past three.

She had been rolling in bed for about an hour and twenty minutes now. A frustrated growl left her lips and she buried her face into her feather-stuffed pillow. Why oh why, couldn't she just fall asleep already? Her body ached in agreement and she pounded her fist at her bed lightly.

The idea of heading over to Madam Pomfrey for a sleeping potion crossed her mind but she quickly dismissed it. The potions in the medical wing were meant for treating sick or injured students only and she was positive that a mild case of insomnia wasn't part of either categories. Rose growled again.

Despite staying up till one plus at night, huddling under the stars with Scorpius after a couple of dances at the Yule Ball, she still couldn't fall asleep. It was something she couldn't comprehend.

She wasn't bursting with energy, and there hadn't been any unhappy incidents that day to ponder over. Contrary, she was weary and her life had just taken a turn for the better at the moment. All her problems had been resolved a few days ago when Scorpius had decided to ask her out and everything had been chirpy ever since.

So what on earth could it be? If only she knew, perhaps it would be easier to fall asleep.

Then it dawned on her, what it was that was keeping her awake. Being with Scorpius had given rise to a new set of problems she had actually thought of, a couple of times before.

How was she going to break the news to her parents that Scorpius was now her boyfriend?

Rose closed her eyes for a moment and a not so comforting scene of Ron targeting hexes at Scorpius flashed in her mind. She winced. It was something she was pretty certain her father was capable of and willing to do.

Indeed, Scorpius had assured her that once her parents saw how sincere their love was for each other, they would relent and allow them to be together. And she knew that it could easily be the case for her mother. But then again, it was never her mother she was worried about, it was her father, Ron. He had been harbouring a not so secret hatred towards the Malfoys, and Rose was sure it would take a lot more than sincere love to change his prejudiced view of Scorpius.

Knowing what it was keeping her awake wasn't exactly helping her sleep now either. Rose mentally surrendered. From the looks of things, she probably wasn't going to get any sleep that night. She might as well spend it wisely by thinking of ways to let her parents know about her relationship with Scorpius and getting her father to come to terms with it.

The thinking process did not exactly go smoothly.

Asides from needing to deal with the occasional purr like snores coming from the bed beside hers and the haunting images of her father throwing Scorpius out of the house, she had to tune out the imaginary voice of her father playing in her head. One that incessantly went, 'I never want you to see that Malfoy again'.

"Shut up!" she hissed fiercely at the imaginary voice and the snoring nearby came to an abrupt halt.

Rose blinked, praying she hadn't woken her friend, Sarah.

To her relief, the snores started again, signalling her friend was still asleep, but she soon regretted praying that Sarah hadn't woke up, because at least if she did, Rose would have had someone to talk to. Something which clearly beat needing to think alone with the annoying snores in the background.

As though it wasn't noisy enough, she commented to herself.

Apparently, in addition to it being a sleepless night, it was going to be a fruitless night as well, where nothing she tried doing was going to succeed.

With a sigh, she lay back and stared at the ceiling. There wasn't much she could do when her brain refused to cooperate besides tossing and turning and listening to her surroundings. In the next few seconds she found herself trying to pick up and recognise the different sounds she heard as her eyes travelled from wall to wall.

It was also then when her ears picked up a foreign sound from outside her dorm.

At first, it had sounded more distant and muffled, yet as the seconds ticked past, it became louder and clearer. She quickly noted it as heavy footsteps, like when someone was trying to drag themselves to their room, although she had no idea why anyone would be walking about so late in the night.

Eerie.

And then the footsteps stopped.

Rose puckered her eyebrows. What on earth was going on?

Unlike the snoring, it didn't resume. A desperate urge to get up and find out who it was at the corridors coursed through her but she shook her head. It's probably just the house elves, she thought even though she knew it was highly impossible.

She listened again. However, this time, another sound caught her attention. Instead of foot steps, she heard a low muffled whisper. The sound that followed next was something Rose never did expect.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!"

A shrill shriek shot through the air, piercing her ear before a loud thud came crashing and she bolted upright immediately, stunned.

Her eyes grew wide as she hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do.

The body in the bed next to hers stirred slightly, not that Rose could actually be bothered with it already, at that moment.

"Rose?" Sarah rubbed her eyes, dazed, "What's going on?"

Rose glanced at her friend with an equally bewildered look, "I'm not very sure." Then, she leapt off her bed and scrambled to the door, flinging it open.

The sight that greeted her, was almost suffocating. A soft scream left her lips and she could feel the adrenaline surging through her veins.

Sarah was right by her side in a flash. "What's wrong?"

Rose pointed to the centre of the corridor. Right there, lay the limp body of an unmoving figure. A horrified expression was frozen on the figure's face and the figure's eyes were opened so wide, she was sure they were going to pop out of their sockets.

Sarah's hand flew to her mouth and Rose swallowed a gulp of saliva.

"Allison… I think she's dead…"

AN: Sorry for the cliffhanger. But I can assure you about one thing though, this story certainly won't be as gruesome as it seems, (although I can't promise it won't be as drama as it seems). I hope you liked this chapter and if you did, please review! Thanks:)