Third year
"Rose, wait!"
I turned my head to see my best friend Scorpius chasing me down the corridor. "What is it, Scorp? I've got to hurry." I was going home for the Christmas holidays, but he was staying here. His mother and father were in France on business.
"I just.. I wanted to give you this," he said, his pale face flushed with red, handing me a rectangular wrapped package.
"Oh! Thank you!" I felt heat creeping up my face as our hands brushed. Who says thirteen-year-old boys aren't sweet?
"Hadn't you better get going?" He said, almost sadly.
"Not without this," I said and I wrapped him in a hug and quickly kissed his cheek. "Have a Happy Christmas, Scorp!"
He stood there smiling like an idiot as I hurried off to catch the train. As we pulled out of Hogsmeade station, I opened the carefully wrapped package. Nestled in the brown paper lay a soft leather book; its pages were creamy and blank. Written on the first page was a message from Scorpius: To Rosie, the most brilliant girl I know. Now get all those thoughts out of your head and onto the page. Yours, Scorpius.
I was still smiling when I got off the train, all because of a book.
(A/N: These make me smile. :) Also, if you waaaaant, I'm taking requests. PM me for details!)