Scorp walked calmly up the stairs and to the Fat Lady.

He paused outside, cursing as he realised he didn't know the password.

He sat down and pulled his book out of his robes.

Getting Over Your Ex; A How to Guide.

The muggle book had helped him through the holidays and he hoped it could stop him from trying to reconnect with Rose. He shuddered, that was not a path he wanted to go down again.

Something creaked behind him and he looked up meeting eyes with Dominique Weasley.

"You want in?" asked Dom.

Scorp smiled, "Yes please."

He walked through the portrait hole and Dom frowned at him.

"Rose is really sorry. You should forgive her."

Scorp narrowed his eyes, "No. Miss Weasley firmly told me never to speak to her again and I intend to do just that. Good night Dominique."

He walked up stairs to the boy's dormitory and collapsed on his bed.

To his great relief Al had already gone to sleep, giving Scorp at least a few hours of peace before he had to deal with him.

He shut his eyes and recited Step 1 from Getting Over Your Ex; A How to Guide.

Avoid all that reminds you of them. Trash all letters, throw away all gifts and above all never, ever be in the same room as them.

This was going to be hard.

Scorp awoke to the sun shinning on his face. He glanced over at Al. He was still asleep. Scorp jumped up and got dressed. He ran down the corridor to the Great Hall. There were only a handful of students sitting at the tables at this early hour, he glanced at the ceiling and sure enough the sun was only just rising. Among them was a red haired girl, carefully piling bacon on her plate.

Rose looked up as Scorp entered the room and automatically held her breath. She was unable to get over how much he had changed.

Scorp ignored her completely and grabbed a plate. He quickly piled on some toast and egg and then left the hall in a hurry, down to the lake, only to find he wasn't hungry after all.

Scorp sighed. This business with Rose was really screwing with his head. He needed to escape.

Thank god he had to take the exams.

"Quill down Mr Malfoy."

Scorp stretched his arms and hands. His hand was cramped after so much writing. He had just finished the written Potions test. He only had His Astronomy test left.

It had taken him two days with no sleep and constant cramming but he had finally caught up, although he wasn't sure if it was legal to force him to take all his exams in a row.

He quickly packed up his bag and rushed off to the Astronomy tower.

He whipped out his textbook as he ran, quickly going over the astral position of Saturn. (A/N: Say what now?)

He payed no attention to where he was going when he suddenly crashed into someone.

Scorp staggered to regain his balance and caught a glimpse of the other person. It was Evanna.

"Hey Evanna! What are you doing here?"

Evanna smiled, "I was waiting to congratulate you."

Scorp looked at her curiously, "On what?"

"Your exams," she said. Evanna slipped past him and starting humming the tune to 'For he's a Jolly good fellow.'

Scorp watched the Seer go wondering if she had had a vision.

Scorp swore as he realised he was late and quickly dashed up the stairs and into the Astronomy room.

Professor Bloom smiled her dazzling smile at him, "Hello Scorp," she said. She was the only teacher who called him Scorp, most of them didn't even call him anything apart from Mr Malfoy (or in Professor Jordan's case Mr Ferret). Charlotte Bloom had taken a shine to Scorp from the moment he'd walked into her classroom. As had Scorp who, like every other boy, had gone gaga over Charlotte's sleek red hair, bright green eyes and slender figure.

"Hey Charlotte! Hope I'm not too late," said Scorp. Usaully in class he called her Professor Bloom like everyone else, but they were friends now so they were on first name terms.

"Not by much, but hurry up, and don't let anyone hear you call me Charlotte!"

Scorp flashed her an award winning grin, "Wouldn't dream of it, Carrots."

Charlotte groaned, "Just sit down and take the damn test would ya?"

Scorp scooted into a seat and took out his quill.

Question one: What is the astral position of Saturn?

Scorp could have kissed himself. He set his quill to paper and began to work.

An hour later Charlotte rang a bell, "Times up Scorp. Quill down please."

Scorp grinned to himself. It was over. It was finally o-v-e-r.

He handed his paper to Charlotte, "Thanks Carrots. I'll see you tomorrow night for the lesson."

Charlotte smiled down at him, "Take care of yourself until then Scorp."

Scorp walked backwards, arm stretched out and a cocky grin plastered on his face, "Don't I always?" he said as he walked into the wall.

Charlotte laughed, "Get out of here you idiot."

Scorp was in high spirits as he ran to Gryffindor Tower.

"Giles Greenfield!" he laughed at the Fat Lady.

She swung back and Scorp jumped through the portrait hole.

Classes weren't over yet and Scorp still had about twenty minutes before Rose and Al cam back and started trying to start conversation again.

Scorp loathed the evenings, when he couldn't go out and he couldn't get away.

He walked up stairs and fell onto his bed. He decided to forgo dinner and just sleep. After all tomorrow was a big day.

It was the crack of dawn and Scorp stood out in the cold air clutching his broom. HIS broom. Not the school's. Over the holidays he had finally plucked up the courage to go home and retrieve his things. His broom had been one of them because, after flying all the way to America he felt fairly confident on a broom. So he had figured he might try out for the Quidditch team.

What he didn't understand was why they had to wake up at 5 o'clock. But Fred, the new captain, had insisted.

First had been the seekers they hadn't even needed to bother. James Potter knocked every one out of the competition with his amazing faints, worthy only of his father.

Next were the beaters. Fred automatically came back as one and they also recruited Finnegan West, a WASP, in fifth year. The boy looked weedy but his strategy techniques were unbeatable. No pun intended. Finally around 6 were the Chasers.

Scorp scored ten out of ten against the keeper winning him a place on the team, along with Roxanne Weasley and Jared Grey, a chaser from last year Jared was now in his final year. Scorp felt that this was the only reason Fred put him on the team, because while Jared was fantastic a second third year Liam Oxford had been much better. Scorp felt that Fred had made the right decision, Liam could come next year, and Jared couldn't.

Finally it was time for the keepers. The keeper from last year Benjamin Ridley, a sixth year and Rose.

Each of the chasers had three shots and Ben managed to save six of them. Scorp had tried harder than he thought he would and he cursed himself for it. If Ben didn't win then he would have to actually talk to Rose. He resolved to give it everything he had when it was her turn.

He held his breath as she deflected all of Roxanne and Jared's attacks.

Finally it was his turn. He dodged as fast as his could trying to confuse her and then finally threw the ball at the goals, from the lest upper side. Rose saved it barely but Scorp wasn't fazed, he would just have to try harder.

Rose didn't save his second shot and Scorp smiled despite the fact that he felt horrible. He pushed the feeling away and aimed for a very tricky shot in her blind spot.

He threw the quaffel as hard as he could and Rose just managed to hit it away with the tail of her broom.

Scorp sunk to the ground defeated. That was that. Rose was on the team. He sighed as he watched Al run over to congratulate Rose. Scorp wished he was over there giving Rose a hug and laughing along with her.

He shook his head. No. No more thinking about Rose.

He walked over and thanked Fred and then walked unseen off the pitch and down to the lake. He sat down and stared across the water calm and unmoving and he reminded himself that was how he was suppose to be. Cold and unfeeling. Just like his dear old dad.

A/N: Poor Scorp. Love bites (yeah great thing to say on Valentine's Day). Let's all just hope he wakes up and stops being a total git and talks to Rose again, even if I am still mad at her (what the hell I'm mad at my imagination!). Next Chapter: Something happens which I haven't thought of yet.