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Ellie. Scorpius. Ellie and Scorpius. Scorpius and Ellie. Ellie&Scor. ScorEllie.

No.

He wouldn't.

"Hey"

He pulled up a chair next to me in the library and smiled. His beautiful grey eyes. His perfect blonde locks falling into his eyes. His smell. Hers. Are they all hers now?

I didn't answer. I just stared at him.

His crinkling eyes and laughing smile dropped. "Something wrong?"

On autopilot I quickly smiled and shook my head. "No just thinking. Don't worry."

He smiled again.

"So, got any plans this weekend?" This wasn't the first time we'd discussed plans for the weekend. We've been friends for about a month and we've frequently chatted about what we were up to. But this was the first time I'd asked with an ulterior motive.

He shrugged. "Going to Hogsmede"

My heart sunk, but I smiled all the same. "Any special reason?"

He opened his books and looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. His beautiful silver grey eyes. "Dinner"

He was really making me work for it wasn't he? Why was I even pursuing this? I already knew the answer. This would just confirm what I didn't want to know. "Taking anyone special?" Why why why am I asking?

He waited until he unfurled a parchment, dipped his quill in ink and scribbled his name and date at the top before briefly glancing at me, "Ellie."

That's it. Just her name. That was enough. My heart hurt. My head hurt. I didn't wanna sit here anymore.

I was packing up before I'd realized I had made a decision.

"Where are you going?" he looked up surprised.

"I ... have a headache. I'm going to Madame Pomfry"

His brows furrowed. He was concerned. Why should he care? He's got Ellie.

"You want me to come with you?"

"No" I paused.

"No, I'll be fine. That time of the month," I fell back on the lie easily.

He nodded still concerned. I don't think he believed me.

I walked away quickly before the tears broke through.

Three days later I watched them walk out of the main entrance hand in hand on their way to hogsmede.

I spent the weekend in my bed with the curtains closed and his handkerchief under my cheek.

It was soaked.

He came to me for advice.

They've been dating for 2 weeks now.

And he accidentally said that she should stop wearing heels so much if all she'll do is complain about her feet hurting all night. She snapped.

I barely stopped myself from snorting in laughter.

He was absolutely right.

"Why are girls so complicated Rosie?" he sighed.

I sighed too. Silently. Rosie ... I really liked the sound of that.

"We're no more complicated than boys are." I replied instead. "You just have to read between the lines. Girls will do strange things to impress boys, including wearing too high heels until our feet are swelled and our toes are in agony just to look good for them. And when the boy criticizes that, it's like it was for nothing."

"You don't do that." He said looking at my sensible half inch school shoes.

I blushed. "I don't have anyone to impress."

He assessed me out of the corner of his eye before titling his head slightly, "Still, I don't think you'd wear crazy heels even if you were trying to impress a guy. You're too smart for that."

His praise made me crazily giddy and dizzy with happiness.

They broke up a week later.

"She's too ditzy for me." He said as he linked arms with me and we walked along the grounds.

Yes. We link arms now.

Actually he only started doing it 3 days ago and I was so shocked the first time that I stumbled on thin air and if he hadn't been holding my arm I would've been flat on my face in less than a second. That I wouldn't have stumbled if he wasn't holding me was a moot point.

Now he jokingly says he must hold me up so I don't rearrange the floor with my face.

Yeah. I'm not going to argue. I love his arm through mine. No matter what insult goes with it.

"You're better off without her," I say without thinking it through.

"What makes you say that?" He questioned seriously.

"Uhhh – Well, you're an intellectual; you need stimulating conversation in your relationship. Looks are all fine and good, but they pale when you have nothing to talk about every date."

He smiled.

But 3 weeks later he was dating Alice Longbottom from Huffelpuff.

That lasted about 4 days.

Only a week after that he had moved on to Geraldine Mclaggen.

8 days.

He had one date with my cousin Roxanne and vowed never again. I could've happily killed my cousin that night. But she must have screwed it up brilliantly for him to look so gobsmacked and I forgave her, eventually. Of course she had no idea I was even mad at her.

Whatever.