Here is Chapter 2! I hope you like it! :)

"Ugh-" I groaned. My head felt like a pair of Hippogriffs had gone on a rampage in it. I opened my eyes blearily. Bad idea. Sunlight streamed into the room, and sent bolts of pain through my head. My mouth felt dry and cottony, like I hadn't had a drink in a long time. I could hear footsteps around me, and I heard the curtains being drawn shut. I opened my eyelids a fraction, and was happy to see the room was in near darkness. I blinked a few times, and saw Madame Pomphrey hovering about.

"Water-" I croaked, and she handed me a tall glass of cold water. I could see the drops of condensation on it, and started to drink greedily. It was the single most delicious thing I had ever had. Okay, second to chocolate. Ooh, chocolate sounds good right now. I wonder of I could persuade her to give me some here. It would instantly get rid of my headache.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" her irate voice cut through my daydreams of chocolate. Oops. I started paying attention to her. She kept going on and on about how I needed to listen carefully to what people are saying. I tuned her out again. It wasn't that hard, since I was still feeling rather dizzy, and had a hard time concentrating on anything. She seemed to be on a roll, and didn't look like she was stopping any time soon. Didn't she ever need to pause for breath?

Which brings me to this, why am I even in the Hospital wing? As I tried to figure it out, I caught the words 'potions' and 'sheer stupidity'. The past days incidents flooded back into my mind. Well, hell. This was not the first time my potion skills, or lack of thereof, had led me to the Hospital wing. I had made more potions explode, caused more fires, more burns, destroyed more cauldrons and singed off my own eyebrows more number of times than I could ever count. I bet Madame Pomphrey reserved a special bed just for me. I interrupted her monologue,

"How long have I been here?"

"About half a day. It's nearing dinner time now."

"What happened to me?"

"Nothing as bad as it could have been. You didn't get burned by any of the potion thanks to Mister Malfoy, but you hit your head pretty hard on the ground."

"What did Malfoy do?" I was shocked. Malfoy helped me?

"He said that you were staring vacantly at the potion while it started to bubble so he knocked you out of the way and erected a shield charm to protect the two of you."

Oh god. She was right. I now owed a debt of gratitude to that slimy git. I couldn't believe it. I owed him. I. owed. Him. I would almost rather have gotten burnt by the potion. And I couldn't even blame Malfoy for the disaster – it was purely my fault. I should have listened to him carefully. The thoughts were very unpleasant, but true.

"How much longer do I have to stay here?"

"Just lie down for half an hour more, and let me know if you feel nauseous or light headed. If you're fine, you can go join the others for dinner. By the way, your friends Miss Smith and Miss Longbottom just left. They were sitting here for two hours."

Great, just great. I was feeling fine now, but I was confined to the bed for half an hour more. The minutes seem to drag past slowly as I watched her bustle across the wing, straightening bed covers and plumping pillows. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, I broke the silence and asked her how much longer I would have to be here.

"Its only been five minutes my dear. Try to sleep for a while." Five minutes? It had seemed like forever. I felt perfectly fine, I really did not want to stay here any longer.

"Please can I leave? I'm alright now."

"No, you may have suffered a concussion. I need to observe you for a little while longer."

This now seemed like torture. My fingers kept twitching under my sheets as I looked round, trying to find something in the wing that would keep my interest. My impatience was building – I had never been good at waiting. The hospital wing, which had always seemed comforting before, now felt like a prison. I grabbed my pillow and slammed it on my face, muffling my growl.

"Temper, temper." A voice spoke up near me. I knew that voice all too well. How did he get here? I lowered my pillow, and my suspicions were confirmed – Scorpius Malfoy was standing there, a smirk on his face. I was about to hurl abuses at him when I realized something – I owed him.

He must have seen the change in my expression.

"Yes that's right," he noted smugly. "I saved your life. Or at least saved you from severe burns. You have to be nice to me." His face transformed into pure glee, as his eyes danced with amusement.

Ugh, he was right. And I hated the git for it. I bit back the torrents of insults that came to my tongue. I would be nice to him until I finished my debt. Then I would go back to hating his guts in peace.

Trying to distract myself from how much I wanted to hex him, I noticed his hands were behind his back. He looked like he was trying to conceal something.

"What are you trying to hide?" I asked him, my voice as normal as I could make it. Not a trace of venom was present - Laura would be so proud. He looked surprised by my tone, and brought a box in front of my face with a flourish.

"A peace offering." He said.

It was a box of Chocolate frogs. Chocolate frogs. Scorpius Malfoy had given me a box of chocolate. He didn't know it, but this single action of his elevated him to one of my favorite people on the planet. Alice and Laura were right – he wasn't so bad after all. He was actually quite sweet now that I thought about it - I had never heard him bully anyone or treat anyone badly. He was very good looking too, with his wavy blonde hair and his grey green eyes. They seemed to change color with every moment. I ripped the wrapping off a frog, and looked at it for a moment, astounded by its detail. It was very life like.

Just as I brought it near my mouth to pop it in, a loud 'ribbit' startled me. The frog in my hands suddenly turned real, and with a mighty hop, jumped out of my hands and onto my head. With a great big shriek, I jumped out of bed and started yelling at the top of my voice. The frog hopped off to a dark corner of the infirmary but I still felt icky everywhere. I looked around in shocked puzzlement - how had my chocolate frog become a real frog? – when I spotted Scorpius. He had collapsed on the ground and was laughing so much that tears were streaming out of his eyes.

Then the penny dropped. Malfoy had charmed my chocolate. How dare he? That was it. No one messed around with me or my chocolate. I felt murderous rage pulse through my veins, and patted my pockets for my wand, and realized it wasn't there. Never mind, I'd do this by hand. I strode over to him, and punched him in the chest as hard as I could.

Instead of gasping and trying to regain his breath like I wanted him to, he just started laughing harder. This infuriated me even further, as the hand I had used to punch him was staring to bother me now. I could feel bolts of pain in my knuckles, but I ignored it. I tried to kick him, when Madame Pomphreys voice interrupted me.

"Miss Weasley, what on earth are you doing? And why in the world are you here Mister Malfoy?"

Malfoy got to his feet, and stumbled off still laughing. His shoulders were shaking, and I could hear him gasping for breath. This only inflamed my temper even more. I barely paid attention when Madame Pomphrey said I could leave, and walked out without thanking her. A small part of my mind objected to my rude behavior, but I was too angry to care. Maybe I'd send her a Honeydukes hamper later to make up. But my mind was still focused on Scorpius Malfoy. How could I have ever thought him nice, or even good looking? That arrogant toe rag…. I bet he was actually a hideous one eyed ogre with a limp and no hair… That poufy blonde hair of his has to be a wig… And those weird color changing eyes of his were creepy… Who has eyes that change color anyway? I bet he uses glamour charms to look human…. Even his mum probably couldn't look at his ugly mug….

This was the final straw. No one messed with me and my chocolate. Scorpius Malfoy would pay, and pay big. He wouldn't know what hit him. Revenge? Hah! I wouldn't get revenge, I'd get even.

Thirty minutes later….

The plan was in place. I ate my food without any real interest instead staring at Scorpius' blonde head. Laura noticed my preoccupation, and nudged my shoulder. She then followed the direction of my gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw who I was looking at.

"Rose," she hissed, "why are you looking at Scorpius?"

I ignored her as I mentally screamed drink the damn juice! in my head. Finally, he obliged. He leaned over to his goblet, and took a long draught from it. Once he set it down, he looked at it oddly, licked his lips, and proceeded to drain the entire goblet with a slurping sound. My excitement grew exponentially - the potion was quick acting and the effects should be visible soon.

He suddenly stood up, a bemused expression on his features. Without warning, he scrambled up onto the top of the table, and pointed his wand at himself.

"Sonorus", he said, and continued in his magically enhanced voice. "I have an announcement to make…" He trailed off.

By now all eyes in the Great Hall were focused on him. Everyone was silent, and the teachers looked startled. After a dramatic pause, he started singing.

"I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT, SHORT AND STOUT. HERE IS MY HANDLE, HERE IS MY SPOUT." He then proceeded to enact the whole rhyme, flinging his hands about vigorously. I had managed to spike his pumpkin juice without him noticing with the Weasley Wizards Wheezes' new temporary insanity potion ("guaranteed to make your enemies suffer from temporary insanity for up to 20 minutes – completely tasteless and untraceable" – thank god uncle George gave me samples of their new products before they reached the market!). Half the hall erupted into laughter, while the others stared in shock at his teapot impersonations. After coming to the rousing end of his rhyme, he was greeted by enthusiastic applause and cat calls. But that was still the beginning. He then stared into space, and screamed.

"IT'S LORD VOLDEMORT!" he whipped his wand out and started battling with thin air. Colored jets of light started shooting out of his wand as he tried to save the world from the shadow monsters. Some how, these beams managed to hit the Slytherin table, causing many of them to grow extra noses or start itching uncontrollably. In three minutes, he got tired of this and transfigured his clothes into a pink tutu.

"I'm a ballerina!" he announced, and started pirouetting around. He was rather graceful, I noticed while I gasped for breath. His fan club was staring at him in sick shock. One of his most ardent admirers started having hysterics at the sight of her hero in a pink tutu and wings proclaiming his love for the dance form. By now even the teachers were laughing so hard they were crying. Professor McGonagall tried to look serious and reprimand Malfoy, but she failed miserably. Roger Creevey whipped out his camera and started taking pictures of him – yes that's right, smile for the camera you tutu wearing teapot. However, as soon as it started, it stopped.

Malfoy walked back to his place, and sat down. He looked very confused, and kept rubbing his head. As he looked around, he saw the whole hall was in splits and everyone was pointing at him. He looked down, and saw that he was still wearing the tutu. With an angry exclamation, he changed it back to his black robes, the tips of his ears going pink. Bewildered, he looked around, and his eyes met mine. I grinned and winked at him. His eyes widened when he realized I was behind it. His eyebrows came together as an angry slash across his forehead and his eyes bored into mine. He mouthed This is war at me. I shot him the cockiest grin I could form. I wasn't scared of Malfoy. Anything he could dish, I could handle. I mouthed right back at him,

Bring it, ballerina boy.

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