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"Dom, I know you inherited some of your dad's wolfy tendencies, but really. You have like seven chicken wings there."

"Nice, Red. Have fun in detention?" Rose grimaced at Dominique's monotone jab. How did the girl always know exactly what to say to shut Rose up? Deciding not to think too hard about it, she sat down next to her cousin and started putting some food on her own plate.

"Albus decide to sit with his house today?" Dom nodded, incapable of actually answering with words. Rose rolled her eyes. "Why?"

"I dunno, something about Scorpius acting weird." The blonde shrugged after swallowing a mouthful of chicken.

"Shouldn't 'weird' describe his personality?" Dominique, already having another mouthful of chicken, just shrugged again. With a frustrated sigh, Rose dug into her dinner as well. Usually Dom was all for dogging on Scorpius, or at least hearing about it. Ever since their first day of Hogwarts it was like a little game they would play. Who knew Albus Potter, one third of her being, would befriend him? Usually he would be alright with one or two jabs about the blonde, Rose had to try very hard to keep it under control. Al usually sat at the Gryffindor table, since that's where the majority of his family resided. Very rarely did he actually sit with his own house, though he did seem to be very popular among them. Even more so this year, their seventh. He was given the captain position on their Quidditch team. Rose was happy for him, but also a little...not. Rose was on the Gryffindor team herself, and she knew that competition would get even tougher with Al as their captain. They had a good captain this year as well. Alexander Wood. If anyone knew his father, they probably could have predicted that one. Rose stood in as co captain, but she didn't like the title. Alex insisted that Rose had a great, strategic, Quidditch mind, but she had to think otherwise. She knew what she could do, and she didn't like to consider anyone else's capabilities. He also suggested on many occasions that she would've gotten the captain position if she didn't pull so many stunts out there. The last part was probably true. Rose did have an amazing ability to throw herself in front of a Bludger to protect another, more important player. Usually the Seeker, Rose's Chaser skills are hard to match.

"So did blondie join you in detention?" Dom inquired, snapping Rose out of her thought process.

"Yeah." She grunted through her mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Ah. That explains it." The part veela said in her usual monotone voice. It took Rose a minute to try and figure out what she was talking about. When she didn't, she swallowed her potatoes and turned to her friend.

"Explains what?" She asked, confused. Dom looked up from her nearly empty plate with her eyebrows raised, like what she said had been the most obvious thing in the world.

"This happens every time you two are in detention together." Rose waited, but Dom just stared at her.

"What?" She spat, frustrated by the long day and her cousin's cryptic remarks.

"He stares at you like that!" Dom answered, getting some emotion in her voice. "Geez, Red. You're so oblivious."

Furrowing her brow, Rose looked over to the Slytherin table. She saw several of her classmates laughing over something in one guy's soup...that probably wasn't a good sign. There was the school slut making out with what looked like a Ravenclaw, though Rose couldn't really see his robes very well. Then there was Albus, saying something, but poking the food around on his plate, and right next to him was Scorpius -- looking at her strangely.

So, "strangely" wouldn't really be the word. He was really just staring...but the way he was doing it wasn't normal. His normal way of staring, you can tell he was just waiting for her to see him before he launched one of his insults at her and then another one of their infamous fights would break out. No, this stare was almost...nice? Okay, nice wasn't really the right word for it. Civil? Yes, it was civil, but that wasn't just it. As soon as their eyes met, they both looked quickly away like they had just been given a little electric shock.

"Woo, that was weird." Dom stated to no one in particular.

"What?" Rose asked, like she had no idea what she was talking about.

"Uhm, well let's see. You both just jumped like someone kicked you in the butt, and you're lookin' all meek while -- if I'm not mistaken -- he's lookin' a little flustered." Rose looked at her cousin like she had just sprouted a few ivy vines from her skull.

"Have you been inhaling those potion fumes again? I'm telling you, Dom, you have to stop that." Dominque rolled her eyes and shook her head, digging back into her chicken.

"Whatever, Red."

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"Scorpius...thanks. I had a great time today." She said, taking one of the blonde's hands and holding it. Scorpius looked a little uncomfortable with the situation at first, but was quickly fine with it.

"Me too." He smiled a little, and squeezed her hand. His hands were bigger than she remembered. She giggled, which caused Scorpius to laugh as well. Once the two had calmed their laughter, Rose got an idea in her head, and it didn't take long for her to act on it. She heard her mother shout her name in the distance, but she had already set her plans into motion. Quickly, she took a small step and delicately placed her lips on the boy's. She felt his whole body stiffen, but he didn't pull away, and it took half a second for him to start relaxing. Then, she couldn't stop her hands from locking on the boy's hair. She felt his hands slide down her back. Shocked, Rose pulled back and saw Scorpius staring at her. But he wasn't the little boy she had left that day, and she wasn't the little girl she had been, either.

"Rose!"

The redhead bolted upright, feeling a lot hotter than normal.

"Geez, Red!" A shade of blonde hair exclaimed, her hand to her forehead. "Glad I stopped yelling in your face. Might've gotten brain damage with you boltin' upright like that."

"Dom?" Rose squinted into the dimly lit dormitory.

"No, it's Lord Voldemort, come to take you as my halfblood bride. What the hell, Rose? Get up, we have like twenty minutes to get down to breakfast."

That was all the conversation Rose needed. If she didn't get any breakfast, there was no chance of her having a successful day. She was her father's daughter. An empty stomach meant a grouchy, tired, and generally unpleasant Rose Weasley. As she jumped into the shower and then into her uniform, she couldn't get the night out of her head. Her dream, that is. It was all the same as her memory...minus their ages. Well...plus their ages, if you wanted to be mathmatically correct. They were both seventeen. Which was actually a lot less creepy than if they had actually been the age they were that day. Something about five year olds making out like that is a little...disturbing. Incredibly disturbing, actually. She hoped that didn't happen anywhere.

Rose tried to focus on the breakfast she was shoving into her mouth, but she couldn't. Which explains why she choked a few times, but that's beside the point. She wished that she could tell herself she was disgusted with the dream, with the whole idea of what happened in the dream. But, for some reason, she couldn't. Rose thought about that day a lot before Hogwarts. After they got back to the tent, and the commotion of her being found had died down, Hermione sat Rose down and gave her a good talking to about staying away from Scorpius. Something about how his father had been a bad person, how the whole family had been full of bad people, and Hermione didn't want Rose to get involved in that crowd. Then the Malfoy name started to come up occasionally around the dinner table. And the stories were never pleasant. That's when Rose started to be embarrassed by what happened that day. Her mother had seen her kissing a boy! Awkward! She didn't think that when she was five, of course, but as she got older it sunk in. Her mother was witness to her first kiss. Shudder. No one else knew that Scorpius Malfoy was her first kiss, not even Dom and Al. They both think that her first kiss was with Felix Jordan back in fifth year as the result of a dare. Ha, if only they knew. Scorpius wouldn't have told anyone. If he had told Al, Rose would've heard about it by now. No, he was just as embarrassed about the situation as Rose was. It would be a secret both would take to their grave.

Feeling strangely sad, Rose followed Dominique through the doors of the Great Hall, where they met up with Albus.

"Woah, what's wrong with her?" She could hear Al's voice in the back of her mind.

"I dunno. She's been a rain cloud all morning."

"Oh, bite me Miss Doom-And-Gloom." Rose grinned, elbowing her blonde cousin in the ribs. The two started laughing, while Albus just rolled his eyes and tried to fight back a smile.

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"Alright, you'll be working with your tables today." Professor Ravenwood said, snapping Rose out of her dozing state. Potions was not one of her favorite subjects, though she did have a great capability for the practice. The new professor helped her enthusiasm for the topic, though. He was younger than their last, just recently hired. He had to be in his twenties, and not particularly dreadful looking. Rose did occasionally fear for his innocence, though. Professor Ravenwood had gained quite a few female followers. But his previous statement just sent him down a few cool points.

Rose's table consisted of herself, Dominique, Albus...and the very last person she would have been alright working with today. Scorpius.

"Alright, you all should know the drill. Don't let Dom touch anything." Al joked, going to get the materials they needed. Though he said it in a light tone, he was serious. Dominique absolutely failed at Potions. Once, she lit her cauldron on fire. She lit liquid on fire. No ingredients they used that day were supposed to be flamable, but in Dom's hands, they were deadly. Ever since then, Professor Ravenwood assigned them to do things in groups. Rose was always her partner. But, for whatever reason, something possessed him to assign tables to one potion today. Really. Rose could do it all by herself.

"I say we sit back while Freckles does all the work." Scorpius said, sneering at Rose in the process. He knew Rose hated that nickname. "Red" she was fine with, but "Freckles" sounded like a dog or another pet's name. Rose opened her mouth to take another stab right back at him, but Albus put a stop to the quarrel before it got a chance to start.

"Not now you two." He said, balancing ingredients in his arms. "Can't you both just try to get along? Would it cause either of you physical pain?"

The two blank stares he got seemed the only answer they were going to give him, so he rolled his eyes and started setting down the components. The potion they were making was reasonably simple. To Rose, at least. As long as everyone followed the directions exactly, the potion would turn out fine. The only reason Professor Ravenwood wanted them to work in tables was because the ingredients were very expensive, but he felt it was a potion that they should know how to make. Amortentia was it's name. She had heard the name before, her mother still had notes that she took back in her sixth year. Their last Potions professor said it wasn't important, but Rose had a sneaking suspicion that he didn't know how to make it himself.

"Rose, let Scorpius do that, you're gonna fall." Al said, glancing up from the root he was cutting.

"Why? He'll hurt the floor more when he falls." Rose muttered, not removing her eyes from the potion she was stirring. The book said something about stirring while being able to see all the contents. Well, Rose did not inherit her father's monster height, so she was now standing on a stool pushed up next to their table. The class was nearing it's end, and no potions had yet to be completed. One table's potion had suddenly turned as hard as a rock, and that's where Profesor Ravenwood was, trying to fix the problem. Normally he wouldn't approve of Rose's current position, and would tell her exactly what Albus had said, only she would have to listen to him. The redhead got enough detentions on her own, she didn't need to hear the lecture from her mother about "disrespecting authority figures". She begged to differ. If Hermione had listened to every authority figure in her life, they'd all be living under Voldemort's rule right about now. Actually, Rose probably wouldn't be living. Anyway, beside the point.

Rose moved her feet a little closer to the edge of the stool, trying to get a better arial view of the potion they were brewing. That action proved to be a mistake, as she felt the support beneath her start to faulter. It all happened in half a second. The stool started to slip, Dom jumped up to keep the cauldron in place, and Rose felt someone's arms wrap around her stomach, keeping her from hitting the ground. The class grew very silent as everyone took in the scene. Albus, his eyes wide, holding a knife and gaping at his cousin. Dominique, with more emotion on her face than anyone had ever seen, clutching the cauldron. And last, but certainly not least, Scorpius Malfoy holding Rose Weasley in his arms, her hands clutching him for support.

"Ahem, well." Professor Ravenwood broke the deafening silence, only to be interrupted by the bell. "Yes, uh, have someone in your group pack up your potion for you to continue tomorrow, I'll write you a note."

Rose was out the door by "someone", pulling Dom behind her.

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"Wow, Rose, what'd you do this time?" Roxanne asked in a hushed voice, sitting down next to one of her many redheaded cousins.

"What do you mean, what did you hear?" Rose jumped, turning quicky to her dark skinned relative. Roxanne's eyes widened a little, but then she broke out into laughter.

"You did do something bad. I've never seen you this jumpy!" She said, laughing a little more.

"It's not so much what she did -- " Dom started, looking up from her turkey sandwich.

"Shut it, blondie." Rose warned with a glare. Roxanne furrowed her brow in a confused expression, and was about to press the topic further, when another of their redheaded cousins popped up.

"Well, that was quite a show you gave back there, Rosie." Molly Weasley's shrill voice came from across the table. Molly was, to say the very least about her personality, exactly like her father Percy. She wasn't really the favorite of any cousin, though she was her father's pride and joy. One of the few Weasleys of this generation sorted into Ravenclaw, her sister Lucy was sorted into Hufflepuff. Rose couldn't help but feel sorry for Lucy. The girl was very sweet and didn't talk much, but Rose did not envy her for having to live with the nag that Molly was. She could hardly stand sitting in the Great Hall with her for meals, even if the two didn't speak a word to each other.

"Tread lightly, cousin." Dom warned quietly while Rose turned a death glare on her least favorite cousin.

"No, really." Molly continued, ignoring her words with a smirk. "I always knew you two were meant for each other, it was just so nice of you to give the rest of us a peek. So how have you kept your relationship a secret for so long? Snogging in broom closests?"

"Go to hell, Kinks." Rose snapped, snatching up her bag and flying through the giant doors of the Great Hall, Roxanne and Dom following behind her a few feet.

"Ooh, you used the nickname, you must be really mad." Roxanne mused from behind Rose. The nickname "Kinks" was a stab at Molly's hair. Most of the Weasleys had unruly hair, but Molly was the worst. She got her mother's insane curls. Really, if Rose thought that her mother's hair was bad, she would die over Molly's. The curls weren't cute after the age of four. They were so tightly wound, Molly couldn't have short hair. It would turn into a afro. And it was hard to brush, the Weasleys have lost many combs due to that hair.

Rose didn't respond to Roxanne's comment. She wasn't really in the mood for pleasant conversation. Or really any conversation. She was in the mood to punch someone in the face, but she didn't have a real fight to pick with anyone. Not even the person that she could always turn to for a fight. No, she owed him one after their last encounter. Maybe she could pass not punching him off as a favor? Nah, that probably wouldn't go over well. And she couldn't very well just walk up to him and punch him in the face. Not that she hadn't done it before, there was just no substantial reason this time. He saved her from a nasty tumble, the dungeon floors are very unforgiving, especially in a skirt. But the favor wasn't the part that Rose was concerned with. What was troubling her was the way she felt about it. Him being that close should have repulsed her. She should've gotten the urge to throw up in their potion on the spot. Instead, what did she do? She clung to him. And, as much as she tried to deny the fact...Rose hadn't felt like she wanted him to let go.

She was never the type of girl to get too caught up on guys. No, she had maybe had all of two boyfriends in all her years at Hogwarts. Neither one lasting more than a week. She didn't like to be manhandled, or feeling like she had to report back to someone. Someone could say she had commitment issues. That may be true, but Rose felt like, if he were the right guy, she would have no problem commiting. Her Aunt Ginny told her something like that back in the day, and it stuck. She would be lying to herself if she said that she had absolutely no feelings like that for Scorpius.

Actually...that was exactly what she was doing.

"Calm down, Rose, it wasn't that big of a deal." Dom shrugged, catching up to her cousin.

"Yeah, you fall all the time." Roxanne said, clearly caught up on the situation.

"But I didn't fall this time!" Rose said, quickly stopping, "That's the problem!"

"Don't be over dramatic, Red" Dom rolled her eyes, "He did you a favor, you should thank him."

Rose looked at her cousin like she was missing a very important piece of the puzzle. When neither of the girls seemed to catch on, Rose threw her hands up in the air and continued to walk, heading in the direction of the lake. She was a few feet away when she noticed a group of guys playing Muggle football, and when she noticed that one of them was a platinum blonde, she stopped suddenly and turned around to face her cousins.

"What?" Roxanne asked, her expression a little worried. Dom rolled her eyes and looked past Rose, already knowing what the issue was.

"He's looking at you." She stated, flatly.

"What? Why?" Rose asked, feeling an uncomfortable sweat stabbing at her spine.

"I dunno. But he hasn't looked away yet."

"Maybe he's just trying to figure out which Weasley you are?" Roxanne offered, kindly.

"Please, he knows she's always with me, and with that messy head of hair, she's hard to mistake." Hardly in the mood to make a comback, Rose debated the option of making a run for it.

"You're being ridiculous." Dom sighed, "Why don't you just tell him thanks now and get it over with?"

"Have you lost your mind?" Rose snapped, staring at her cousin with a little panic in her expression.

"It might do you some good, Rosie." Roxanne started, ignoring the fact that Rose turned her crazed expression on her, "I'm not saying to yell thanks right here, just...give him a little smile. He'll see it."

Feeling her heart pound, she looked at her feet. The whole situation was completely throwing her off her game. Rose was always the one in control of things. When she didn't have that control, she went a little crazy. It made her uncomfortable, and sometimes she couldn't walk straight. But she knew Roxanne was right. The faster she got the thanks over with, the faster she could get back to normal and she could punch him again. It's probably not a healthy thing that that's the first place Rose's mind goes. With a deep breath, Rose pulled on a smile. One that everyone could surely see through, but a smile nonetheless, and quickly turned around. The girls were right, he was staring right at her, with a small smile of his own on his face. It couldn't have lasted more than a fraction of a second, Scorpius quickly looked away and Rose felt her face fall into a more confused, and actually a little angry expression. She quickly turned back to her cousins, who were wearing amused faces of their own.

"What the--"

"Let it go, Rose."

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"All packed, Rosie?" Al asked, cheerfully sitting down at the Gryffindor table.

"Why are you so happy?" Rose questioned, sleepily raising an eyebrow.

"Why aren't you?" He challenged, his expression falling into a more peculiar one. Rose didn't answer, she just shrugged and put her head on Al's shoulder, closing her eyes. The previous couple of weeks had been a little more than trying for the girl. After the incident in Potions, Professor Ravenwood made sure not to assign tables to one potion anymore. Bless his heart. They probably didn't teach him how to handle such incidents in school. He also had a hard time meeting Rose's eyes. Something told her that the professor didn't have much experience in the field of love. That didn't sway his followers, however. Their drooling continued. What didn't continue, though, was her fighting with Scorpius. Alright, well that's not entirely true. They still fought, but it wasn't nearly anything it had been. Rose hated to look at him. There was always something else in his eyes besides the obvious amusement he got out of making her angry. She couldn't tell what it was, and she hated thinking about it. So, mostly she just avoided him. And she found that she was pretty good at it.

"Did your mum tell you about the dress mine made you?" Al asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah, kind of." Rose answered, opening her eyes and lifting her head from it's resting spot on her cousin's shoulder. "Green and pretty was about all I got out of it. Something about sleeves." Al laughed and shook his head in response.

"I don't see why we have to go to the Ministry Christmas party. It's just going to be a pointless, boring time." She whined, biting into her bagel.

"Aw, Rosie. Have a better attitude about it." Albus said, pulling his favorite cousin into a one armed hug. "James and Fred'll be there. Which means the punch will probably get spiked, or there'll be an enchanted gnome statue running around...or the food might have something in it that makes everyone turn green. Actually, you might should be a little afraid."

"Aunt Ginny's gonna have James on lock down." Rose said, Al raised his eyebrow and shook his head.

"Never stopped him before."

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