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Today has been torture. Complete and utter torture. I haven't been able to talk to Rose, laugh with her, or tease her. Instead I've been forced to watch her do all those things with her other friends. Including Anna. Why is it always so, that she gets out of trouble, but I stay in it? She was the one who came up with the idea of snogging at Platform 9 ¾!
But still she's the one who gets to be with Rose. ''It's not fair!'', I say, to no one in particular.
''What's not fair?'' I jump at the sound of Albus voice. I thought I was alone in the common room. Why would I think I could be alone for once in my life? Silly me.
''Oh, nothing.'', I say. Maybe if act all nonchalant about it, Albus will leave me alone.
''Oh, yes it is!'' Of course he won't. He never does. ''You've been fighting with Rose.'', he concludes. Really? I had no idea.
''She told you?'' Now, that would be something. Albus actually listening when Rose tells him something.
''No, but I can tell.'', he says, staring at me. He's Mr. Observant now? ''Her glare speaks volumes.'' Well, he's right about that. Not that I'd notice. It's not like I've been staring at her all day or something.
''So, spill. What happened?'', he says, a curious look on his face. I sigh. Looks like I'll have to tell him.
''She's mad because of the... uhm... Anna-incident.'', I admit. The talk about Anna and I have spread like a plague. ''Because I didn't tell her.''
''Yeah, right. I'd be surprised is she weren't.'' Albus snickers. What the hell?
''What do you mean?'' I glare at him. He has this innocent look on his face. Is he hiding something? 'Cause it sure looks like it.
''Oh, nothing.'', he says, secretively. Hey, aren't I supposed to be the mysterious guy with secrets?
I decide to drop it. Albus can be very... stubborn, when he wants to. It's probably the Weasley genes.
''Y'know what I think you should do?'', he says, looking at me. He doesn't wait for an answer.
''You should apologise.'' Er, what? ''Even if it wasn't your fault.'', he says, and I stare at him. Apologise?
''Trust me, I know women.'' Well, I don't doubt that. ''And if you ever want to get laid again...'' Wait, what? ''...you have to apologise...'' I'm not- I- What!
''I'm not sleeping with Rose!'', I scream desperately. How can he even think about that? It's sick!
''I'm sure you're not.'', he simply says. Then he winks, while leaving the room.
''And you should invite her to our practice this afternoon.'', he screams over his shoulder.
Yeah, 'cause nothing says 'I'm sorry' like revealing all your quidditch strategies for the next game.
Our last class today is Charms. Charms with Slytherin. If there is a God, he, or she, hates me.
I'm running late too, thanks to Anna. Apparently, she's lost her lipgloss. I had the biggest urge to say that she won't need any,Scorp-Malfoy's gonna kiss it off anyway. Eew. Luckily, I didn't. She'd think that I'm jealous or something, like Scor-Malfoy said yesterday. Stupid jerk.
Jennie's nowhere to be seen either, so I don't have any moral support. Great.
Anna waves her hand in front of my face, lipgloss in hand. We set off through the halls.
As we finally reach the classroom, my heart is thumping loudly. And not because we're late for potions, 'cause who cares about potions anyway? No, because of a certain Slytherin. I'm actually nervous! Because of Scorpius Malfoy! I didn't think I'd live to meet the day.
Anyway, we soon reach our destination. I tug the door open, a little too violently, and step inside, being followed by Anna. Everybody's staring at us, well, except one person...
''Ah! Ms Weasley and Ms Jackson!'' Flitwick must be like, 200 years old now, or something. ''While you were, er, absent, we organized new seating arrangements.'' Uh-oh, this can't be good. ''Ms Jackson!'' I feel Anna flinch behind me. ''You'll sit with Ms Zabini'', the small man exclaims, and I can feel Anna relax behind me. She brushes past me on her way to the seat next to Jennie. ''And Ms Weasley'' I take a look around the classroom, scanning the room for empty seats. There's only one...''you'll sit with-'' Oh, for the love of god! ''Mr Malfoy.'' Well, this is awkward.
I sigh, before deciding to do what's expected of me as a brave Gryffindor; go face my own death. Okay, I'm not literally dying, but it's the same feeling, I'm sure.
A Slytherin probably would run. Or make up an evil plan to avoid it. Whatever.
So, I walk over to Scorpius, who doesn't even look at me, I might add, and sit down. The tension's thick. Flitwick starts going on about something, and I don't even listen. Instead, I watch Scorpius. He's furiously scratching his quill against some poor piece of parchment. His blond hair's falling over his eyes. It's quite a sight. Until' now, he's always used some kind of strange gel in his hair. I'm glad he stopped using it. He looks better now, actually.
You see, Scorpius is rather good-looking. I can admit that. And it kinda annoys me. It's annoying to have a friend who's attractive. It makes me nervous. Especially when I know that he isn't just pretty. He's got a great personality too! And is good at quidditch! And has great grades! It's not fair! There should be a law stating that people like him can't exist! Y'know, to protect people like me from getting uncomfortable in their presence. They should-
''Why aren't you taking notes?'', the subject of my thoughts says, making me jump, nearly falling of my seat.
''I-what?'', I sound like an idiot, even to myself. And I'm not very self-critical. He, looks up at me with those amazing, steel-grey eyes. Swoon.
''You aren't taking notes.'', he states, slowly. ''And Flitwick said that this lesson will be important for our N.E. next year.'' He looks rather worried. I don't take notes for one lesson and he thinks I've gone mad. I don't study that much, do I? Wait, don't answer that.
''Well, uhm... my quill's broken.'', I blurt out, hoping he'll buy it.
''That's funny, 'cause it doesn't look very broken to me.'' He points over to my right, where there's a quill. My quill. Oh dear. What do I do now?
''Oh, it isn't broken? That's a miracle!'', I say, raising my hands to the sky. Please buy it, please buy it, please-
''So, you didn't take notes for an entire class, because you thought your quill was broken, when it wasn't?'' No, I didn't take notes because I was busy taking thinking about how hot you are.
''Yeah.'' I nod. Wait, the entire class? That means-. I look around the classroom, finding it empty of people. Oh, no. This will not end well. Not at all. I look up at him again. He's staring at me. I feel heat rising on my cheeks. And, of course I go in to defensive mode. I think it's in my genes...
''Haven't you got something to do with Anna?'' Why do I keep torturing myself with these questions? I do not want to know!
''No, should I?'' Uh, yeah. She's your girlfriend. I frown.
''Well, considering she's your girlfriend... Yeah.'', I say , rather annoyed by now.
''Girlfriend?'', he says, looking stunned. He shakes his head.
''Look, Rose, I-'' Is he apologising? I think he is! Oh my god!
''I'm sorry. I should have told you.'' He is apologising! Why is he apologising? I can't let this happen! It's just too chivalrous to be true. ''I-''
''No.'' I put up a hand to stop him.
''I apologise.'' I put my hand down, and plaster a, what I hope is, sincere look on my face. Then he looks down at me, his eyes twinkling, like only his can.
''Good.'' Then he gets this mischievous glint in his eye. This can't be good. It never is. '''Cause then you can come to quidditch practice with me!'' Wait! I don't wanna go to- All of the sudden, he lifts me from the ground, and throws me over his shoulder. Which isn't too bad actually. He smells kinda good. Like musk. Mmmm, musk... Okay, this isn't good. Not at all. He really should let me go. Like, now.
''Ahh! Let me go!'', I scream. But he doesn't listen. Instead, he carries me out of the empty classroom, kicking the door open. And in the hallways, my scream echoes.
''We really shouldn't be doing this, Anna.'', I whisper to her.
''Shut it, Jennie. I'm trying to hear what they're saying.'', she snaps at me.
Like you probably guessed, we're eavesdropping. On Scorpius and Rose. In a broom closet.
I'm pressed up against Anna. It feels like her skin is burning mine. But in a nice way. Like, a pleasant burning. And she smells nice too, like jasmine. I like jasmine. I like jasmine a lot.
''I think they're going to kiss!'', she squeals. Er...?
''What the hell, Anna? He's your boyfriend!'', I say. She just looks at me.
''Schh.'' She turns away from me. We hear a loud thump. If she's right, there's some violent snogging going on in there.
''Ahh! Let me go!'', Rose screams. Okay, this is strange.
''That's strange. I don't remember him as that bad.'', Anna says. Okay, that, I did not need to know. Ever. 'Cause of all the boys in the world, Scorpius Malfoy is the only one I wouldn't snog. Seriously. It's not that there's something wrong with him. It's just... Eew.
Suddenly there's a silence surrounding us. Anna sighs, and turns around. For a moment, everything freezes. It's like time has lost it's meaning. Okay, that sounded silly and poetic, but really, it does. I can feel Anna step closer to me. I look in to her eyes. Her beautiful, depthless eyes. She does the same. I can feel her leaning in. I think she's gonna kiss me. And I want her to... She leans in and... BAM! The door to what I guess is the Charms-classroom swings open. It breaks the moment, and I flinch back from Anna. Was she just about to kiss me? And, did I want her to? Of course not! That's just wrong! And I'm not gay! Right?
The sound of laughter mixed with screaming and footsteps fill my ears. I break away from my thoughts. I make a move towards the door to the broom closet, in hopes of escaping, but Anna beats me to it. She storms off, following the laughter and the screaming in to the distance.
Author's note: I'm not sure about this chapter...Although I'm more pleased with this chapter than the last one. What do you think? Review! :D
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