a/n Hey guys! This chapter's a bit shorter then the last, but I have good stuff planned for you next time! I dont have a beta at the moment, so if you'd be interested pm me! Thanks for reading!

Rose Tyler awoke on her last day of her first week of her Fifth Year at Hogwarts, and immediately grinned. She was looking forward to the year so much, she had missed her friends (and one, erm, special friend) her classes, heck she had even missed the homework! She threw a pillow at Clara's head to wake her up, and dressed quickly before running down the stairs to meet the boys. Eleven and River were (predictably) engaged in conversation, and she didn't really want to know what Jack and Ianto were up to. There was only was face she was truly looking for, and she found it tucked in the corner of the room, nose stuck in a book. Rose walked over and gave Ten her brilliant tongue-in-tooth smile.

"Wanna go down to breakfast then?"

He smiled back at her, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline "Of course!"

But right at that moment they were interrupted by a very annoyed James on how this was "an ungodly hour to be awake" and "that damned Al thinks he can wake me up whenever the bloody hell he pleases" and they "should be ashamed at being awake at such a time"

Rose and Ten glanced at each other, annoyed. They had been flirting since they were in first year, and though they both knew the other felt the same, they hadn't voiced their feelings. Rose was determined that this year would be different.

They were soon joined by a sleepy Clara (James proclaimed her "the only other sane person around here!") and Donna, and they all headed down for breakfast.

After a hearty breakfast (during which Ten amused them all by listing the merits of the banana, supported wholeheartedly by Nine) they trudged through the muddy ground towards the greenhouses for their first class of the day.

"Guys guess what? We're in greenhouse five today!" Called a familiar voice, and Martha bounded over. Because she was in Ravenclaw, they usually didn't have many classes with her. Rose was happy to know that she'd be in at least one.

"Really?" said Ten, and Rose couldn't help but share his reaction. Greenhouse five was the most advanced one, containing (as Ten put it) "all the good plants"

"Yeah, and Professor Longbottom said we're doing wand trees!"

Ten's mouth hung open. Rose knew that he had wanted to study wandlore since second year, and to get to examine a real wand tree... well, Rose was excited too. They walked toward the infamous greenhouse and took their seats. Rose and Ten sat together and Martha smirked.

They worked in silence for a good part of the class, something that was unusual for Ten, and Rose could feel the clear tension coursing through every movement each of them made. Rose had always known this tension, the attraction that they felt for each other had been a subtext in their friendship for as long as Rose could remember. It clung to them like a beast, rearing it's fearsome head on occasion, but something about this year, maybe their heightened teenage hormones finally peeking, or Jack and Ianto's open adoration for each other, had teased it out and now the beast was coming out of its cave and threatening to wreak havoc on the dynamic of their friendship. Rose was uncomfortable with this new feeling, but not worried. She and Ten had always suspected that a proper relationship was inevitable in the future.

"So Rose..." Ten started

"Yes, Ten?"

"Are you looking forward to the Hogsmead trip?" The sign had gone up that morning for the first Hogsmead trip of the year.

"Mhm I'm running out of spell correcting ink so that'll be good..."

"Yeah that's nice... I'm always mixing up the names of the bloody potions ingredients. So I was thinking after you get your fancy ink, we could go get a butterbear or something?"

"Definitely" She smiled at him, and the beast growled low and greedily.

He grinned back at her and they finished their inspection of the magical tree.

Later, after lunch, while the group was enjoying their one blissful open period, Martha said (completely out of the blue) "so Ten finally showed a bit of Gryffindor and asked Rose on a date"

Rose choked on the sandwich she was eating and Eleven thumped her on the back, while Jack and Ianto high-fived and James turned to River, saying "It's about fucking time". Ten glared at Martha while she laughed at the outburst.

"What? You guys have been flirting for five bloody years, it was bound to happen eventually."

They all laughed at that, even Rose though she was blushing profusely. Clara plopped herself down and said "whats the joke?"

"Ten" replied Jack, causing another bout of laughter.

"He asked Rose out" Explained Ianto, helpfully, and Clara smiled.

"No, I didn't" Ten interjected, and Rose felt a nervous pang in the pit of her stomach. Had she misinterpreted him earlier?

"I just asked if she wanted to hang out, and if you know me at all you'd know that us hanging out is not at all abnormal. So Martha, I'd suggest you think before you spread rumors." Ten finished his speech, got up, and walked away from the little group, muttering angrily. Rose was hurt, and afraid that maybe she had misjudged him earlier. Maybe he didn't feel the beast of her affection towards him, or see the evidence of her obvious attention.

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It had been a whole week since she had come to Hogwarts, and Clara was happier then she had ever been before. She loved her new friends and all of her classes, and was excited to discover that she was actually quite exception at Potions. She missed her Gran of course, but nothing could compare to learning magic with other people who actually had magical blood in them, and not having to hide her abilities. Right now, Clara was hurrying from her Charms class toward Transfiguration, thinking about a particularly satisfying class in which she had managed to perform a successful muffliato charm, and not really looking where she was going when she ran into something that felt painfully solid. She hit the ground hard, along with all of her spellbooks, quills, and most annoyingly ink. The bottles cracked below her and before she knew it she was covered in the dark fluid. A small boy was sitting a few feet away and staring, dismayed, at a pair of cracked glasses. He looked up at her and said

"Now I'll have to go to McGonnagle to fix them. Try as I might, I just can get the hang of reparo. Pity, since this keeps happening."

"Here" Clara said "Let me" and she performed the repairing charm on the boys glasses. He put them back on and smiled gratefully at Clara.

"Hello. I'm Albus, but you can call me Al. God knows that what everyone else does, I mean what kind of name is Albus anyway? Dad says I should be glad because it was Dumbledore's first name, but I pity the poor bloke. What's your name?"

"Er, Clara" She replied, getting the feeling that this boy was a rambler. "Clara Oswald. And I don't think Albus is a bad name, just a bit unusual"

"Hello Clara." He said again "Nice to meet you. I've gotta dash, y'know how Flitwick gets when he's kept waiting."

And with that, the funny little boy was gone. Clara, however, stayed put for a few minutes, frozen in shock (of what, she wasn't quite sure) but her tardiness earned her 20 points from Gryffindor, despite her clearly ruined robes and sincere apology. For the rest of the day she couldn't stop thinking about this funny little boy with the odd name, and try as she might she couldn't get the image of him with his ink-smudged glasses and sticky-up hair, the color of the ink that stained his clothes, out of her mind. And his green, green eyes that shone at her through the glasses with a light so bright she felt blinded...

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