Unfortunately that light sleep lasted less than expected, but I had a perfectly good reason for it. I needed to think of what to write in that letter. Albus was being silly; he was too protective of me. I needed to get out and live my life, fall in love. I needed someone there to catch me when I fell and Albus sure wasn't going to catch me if I came across a problem. He was overreacting over nothing!

I finally finished the letter, deciding one simple sentence was much simpler than a big long letter, who could be bothered? And since when did I have that much to say anyway? That's what I thought.

Hera was finally sent off out my bedroom window and I waited anxiously in bed for the reply, but it turned out that it really wasn't too far away. I got my reply quite quickly, in fact. The letter was written in messy, quickly written scrawl and the words made my stomach leap in excitement.

I stood and grabbed my shoes before sneaking quietly out of the door and to the hallway. I grimaced when I found myself walking around blindly, not being able to find 'The room of requirement'.

Apparently you just walked 3 times in front of where the invisible door was, up on the 7th floor, thinking of something you were in need of, then a room just appeared and nobody else could get in. I had a fair idea of what Scorpius 'was in need of' and the thought made me walk faster to get to it.

At one of the walls, I saw a dark cloaked figure. My breath caught in my throat and I was just about to turn away and try to quietly sneak to somewhere else, thinking that it was a teacher, but he looked up to me and smiled that charming Scorpius smile.

I ran as quickly, yet as quietly as I could to get to him. 'Oh, Scorpius, hello!' I whispered. He grinned, a full teeth-and-all smile, and walked past the wall three times, causing a big wooden door to appear.

'So what are you in need of...' I trailed off.

He winked. 'Well, I don't need much, just a small cosy room, and a very comfortable bed.'

I choked a little and stared at him a little surprised. He just chuckled at me. 'If you're not ready to go all the way, there's other things we can do. Play Checkers...'

I giggled and slapped him on the chest as he put his arm around me and guided me into the room and we plunked down onto the bed. Me, laying down and facing up, and him on top of me, guarding me like a cage.

His mouth soon found mine, planting soft kisses on them, working his magic. 'Shit you're a good kisser. You're a great kisser!' I breathed before he stole my breath away again.

I slipped my tongue inside his mouth and started to explore every inch of his mouth. 'Fuck that's good,' he moaned to me. 'You're an even better kisser than Jess, and I bet you're better in bed than Angela,' He stated, like it was no big deal.

I pulled away from him and sat up.

'You mean Angela, as in my best fucking friend Angela?' He looked away and nodded to the wall. My mouth opened up wide. 'You're a fucking man-whore!'

He looked at me with narrow eyes. 'You're one to talk. I bet you and your stupid cousin Albus go and fuck each other all the time.'

I swallowed and stood up, heading toward the door. He stood up and started to whine in protest. 'No, babe, don't go.'

I whipped around. 'I trusted you, I gave you another chance... To find out that you've been making out with my Brother's ex-girlfriend, and you SLEPT WITH MY BESTFRIEND!'

He looked at me, really desperately. 'They weren't right for me, but you are.'

I shook my head, the tears about to fully spill over. 'Yeah, how would you know that? They're not right for you cause they're not good in bed or they don't kiss good, so how would you know about me, huh? We've never actually FUCKING TALKED BEFORE! It's just tonguing, and touching, and sexy compliments, I bet you don't even know my middle name!'

He rushed forward to take my hand and tell me some bull shit about how he cared, about how I didn't know his middle name either, hold up his end of the arguement, defend himself then get into my pants, but I'm not stupid. I'm smarter than that, I know his type. Stupid bloody Scorpius Malfoy.

I beat him to the door. 'Piss off, bitch, don't talk to me ever again!' He started to say something, but I slammed the door and walked straight back to the common room, so tired I was falling asleep on my bloody feet.

'Stupid mutt, fucking my bestfriend behind my back.' I muttered to myself as I walked back to my room.

'Excuse me, Miss Weasley but that language is not permitted at school, no matter how old you are or if you are in fact of age.'

I spun around to see the deathly pale Transfiguration teacher, with his awful white hair which was tied back into an ugly ponytail.

My answer to him was not even understandable and I choked it out. 'Er, um, er, Sir, Sir, Professer, Professer, there's been a misunderstanding and I request to see the counseller.'

He just looked at me disgustedly.

'Detention for being out after curfew and using vulgar language, this Saturday at 2pm, I'll see you there.'

I was opening my mouth to argue but Scorpius came rounding around the corner. 'For fucks sake, I had sex with her once!' He shouted, realising the teacher's presence a little late.

'Oh, oh, oh, hello there, sir...' He breathed, trying to figure out a way to get out of this one.

'Detention, this Saturday at 2pm with Miss Weasley for being out after Curfew and using vulgar language.'

I turned on Scorpius and slapped him in the face, my face tear stained. He opened his mouth in protest, but Sir had already left, so I continued up to the dormitory, leaving Scorpius to stand in the hallway in shock. Mr. Perfect didn't get detentions often, now did he? I smirked in happiness at the first good thing that had happened tonight. Finally, I went to bed to get a good sleep.