Disclaimer: The magical world of Harry Potter comes from the magical mind of JK Rowling...

Two chapters at once. Wow... And the first time we see Rose's pov. I've checked this more then the last chapter, so it's probably better written...


Rose was hiding in the Invisibility section. She had been standing behind a bookcase, concealed, for the past ten minutes, going over a list of the pros and cons of what she was about to do. Well, it was more just a list of cons, which was not very encouraging. She could not believe how bad her luck was sometimes. Every couple of minutes she'd tell herself to just walk round the bloody corner and do it, but whenever she unstuck her foot from the carpet to take that first step forward, it felt like she'd exposed a plughole for all her courage to drain into. She glared at the enormous clock on the wall, ticking away the seconds insistently, as if it was mocking her.

It wasn't as if she was intimidated by him, she told herself. Actually, that was a lie. She was terrified of him. Terrified he would make a fool of her again. She closed her eyes and felt the blood rush to her face as she tried not to let that shameful memory seep back into her head. She winced as she once again thought of how pathetic she must have seemed, following two older students around Ravenclaw tower like a pet for days afterwards. She scowled and blinked furiously to make the prickling in her eyes go away; a side effect of pondering how lonely she'd been when she had first got to Hogwarts. If she hadn't had her many extended relatives in other houses to look out for her, her first year would have been a nightmare.

Her eyes focused on the spot her eyes had wandered to, and she stood up straight. The gilded lettering on the book's binding glinted in the sunlight that streamed through the dusty window behind her: 'The Second Uprising of the Dark Lord: The Golden Trio' it read. What was she dithering about for? She may not be a Griffindor, but she was the first child of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, for Godric's sake! Two thirds of the trio that were the saviour of Life As We Know It! She swung round the bookcase and strode forwards.

S

Scorpius sat in the library frowning. His fingers were searching over the desk top for his quill so he could make an adjustment to the Charms notes he'd just finished reading through. He snatched his hand back and jumped about a foot in the air when something very heavy hit the table next to him. A rather tatty book bag covered in badges appeared to have just fallen from the sky. "Alright Malfoy, lets just get this over with," he looked up at a rather pink Rose Weasley standing next to him.

There was the subtle creaking of an old wooden chair and they both turned to see the pinched, lined face of Madame Pince peering through a gap in the School History section. She lingered for a few seconds, narrowing her eyes in warning, before creaking out of sight again. They both turned back as if nothing had happened, used to the old woman's paranoia.

"Well?" Rose demanded, raising her eyebrows.

Scorpius stared at her, "Well, what?"

She huffed, exasperated, "The Astronomy assignment!"

"Oh…Oh! Right, yeah…" He reached under the desk for his own, slightly better kept book bag as she strode round the table and sat down forcefully in the seat opposite him. He glanced up as he dug around in his bag, getting distracted by her pink cheeks again, and realised that he quite liked the way they clashed with her fiery tangle of hair. His eyes roved down her face to her mouth, and his lips twitched at her pout.

"Malfoy." Realising what he was doing, he felt his cheeks getting hot as he met her gaze. She looked impatient, "Stop daydreaming with that flowery look on your face and get your work out."

"Yes, sir." He muttered, and her eyes snapped to his, narrowing. He smirked to try and stop his face burning, but wasn't sure if it had quite the desired effect.

She leaned forward out of her seat and dragged his Astronomy notes away from where he had just placed them on the table. He let her compare them with her own whilst he slid the now abandoned Charms notes between some textbooks in his bag and dumped it back on the floor.

"You've copied this constellation down incorrectly, so all your answers for the second section are wrong," she told him cheerfully. She held it up for him to see, smirking.

Scorpius frowned, it had seemed odd to him at the time when the stars had apparently been telling him that his first son would be borne of a donkey. "I thought they might be." Her expression faltered; she hadn't expected him to admit it.

"I suppose all your answers are correct?" He asked her, not unkindly, because he already knew they would be.

"Yes," she was defensive anyway, "I had Professor Macmillan check them over, actually."

"I thought they might be." He smiled at her. She sat in stunned silence for a moment, blinking at him.

R

"Right…" She looked down, shuffling the parchments around uncertainly. What was he doing? Was he teasing her? She'd expected him to defend himself; she'd come prepared with a whole host of comebacks, but none of them seemed to apply to this situation. He had smiled at her. With not even a hint of his usual smirk.


A/N: I realise Madam Pince would be pretty old by now, but it doesn't feel like the Hogwarts library without her, and I thought the idea of her getting even more paranoid with age was pretty amusing X]

You may be wondering why Scorpius is acting a teency bit more Malfoy-like in this one; well, it's because he is no longer an innocent (kind of) child. He has been tainted by so-called 'maturity' just like the rest of us...*sigh* And his subconscious, if not his conscious mind, realises he fancies Rose, so being Malfoy-like is an automatic reaction to that...obviously...

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