So, I realised that I hadn't updated in a while, so here's a new chapter :)

hope you like it! And I hope you review!

I'm taking the opportunity to advertise my main story of the moment which was updated yesterday, What If. Put so much time into it, just thought I'd let you know haha
Obviously I do for this as well, but What If is my baby :)

Every night I cry, because I don't own Harry Potter.

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A few weeks later I awoke in the middle of the night to find Anna's bed empty. I was a little bit upset because I was having a lovely dream about some blonde-haired boy (before you say anything, it was not Scorpius!), but was rudely awoken by a draft from the dormitory room door. I sat up and saw that it was open, swinging slowly on its hinges. I scanned the room and saw her bedding left messily at the foot of the bed. That was very unlike Anna, who was a neat-freak.
I pulled on a trademark Weasley jumper and some slippers before peeking out of the door. It was deserted, so I quietly made my way down the staircase and to the common room. I reached the bottom and saw Anna knelt by the fire. Hey head was bowed slightly, and the light of the flames made her honey coloured hair look like it was bright red – the proper Weasley red, like Lily and James' hair. I walked slowly towards her, worried as to what she was doing.

"Anna?"

Her head snapped towards me and I saw mascara streaks down her face. I tried not to shriek and jump back, she looked like a banshee. Obviously I didn't tell her that.

"Anna? What are you doing?"

She held up a shoe box and pointed to the fire. She was scaring the bejesus out of me, it was like something in a horror movie.

"I'm burning things that remind me of Jared," she mumbled. I sat cross legged next to her. The fire was hot and it warmed my face. She opened the lid of the box; inside were mostly photographs and receipts. Anna passed me one.

I was instantly greeted with the smug face of Jared Smith. He was in his Hufflepuff Quidditch robes and posing next to a Quidditch post. He strutted across the frame, flexing his muscles and winking. I wanted to slap him. How can you slap a photograph? I must have issues if I want to slap a photo. I tore it in half and threw it on the fire. The corners curled and I saw Jared frantically running around the image as it blackened to a crisp. Ha, suck on that bitch. I turned to Anna, who was staring at a receipt for Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. God, I hated it in there, too tacky for my liking. It was cramped and stuffy, not to mention the horrible gaudy décor. But still, boy's insisted on taking girls there, thinking it was the perfect place to spend a Hogsmeade trip. Boys know nothing about girls.

Anna seemed to have a very nostalgic look on her face as I prized it out of her hands. Her fingers finally relaxed and she let me throw it into the flames.

"Thanks Rosie" Anna said, leaning on my shoulder.

"What else you got?" I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. It was beginning to feel like a crematorium. Haha, see my joke there? I'm so witty.

"Erm, these disgusting nail polishes he bought me?" she said, withdrawing various little bottles. They were all yellows and golds. Hufflepuff colours, yuk. I sat pondering what she ever saw in him. He was a slimy git.

"Best not, you don't know what will happen. They might blow up," she nodded and put them back. She then produced a box of sweets. Jelly broomsticks.

"I've kept these since our first trip to Hogsmeade" she said, prodding the brightly coloured brooms. Our noses wrinkled as we saw some mould on one. Anna giggled and threw them onto the fire. Big mistake.

The sugar burned, producing thick black clouds that spread through the room. We coughed and spluttered, jumping back.

"Shit!" Anna moaned, running to the window.

The smoke filled the room like the Dark Mark, floating up the dormitory stairs. What were we going to do now? I ran upstairs to the Dormitory corridor. I couldn't see more than a foot in front of me. How could little jellies produce so much smoke? And smell like burning rubber? The stench made me want to vomit. I heard the stirring of other Ravenclaws and panicked. I ran back and grabbed Anna's arm, pulling her back to our room. The other girls were jumping up, wands at the ready. I ran over to my bedside table and picked up my wand, as did Anna.

We were greeted at the door by one of the seventh year prefects, who told us to stay where we were. Why on Earth did she think we would listen to her? The whole house seemed to follow her down the staircase.

Flitwick was stood in the middle of the common room, fanning the smoke out of the windows with his wand. We could've done that. But oh no, Anna and I had to panic and run away. That is why we're not in Gryffindor: just a pair of yellow-bellies.

When Flitwick finished, he walked over to the grate and inspected the fire. He put out the flames and picked up the solitary surviving sweet.

"Now tell me this," He squeaked, turning to the members of his house. I tried to avoid his gaze. "Please can someone tell me, who thought it was funny to waste some perfectly good Honeydukes Jelly Broomsticks by burning them on the fire,eh?"

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We managed to get away with our little accident, and return to bed for a few hours sleep. By morning I was so tired that I seriously considered staying in bed all day. Unfortunately Anna dragged me out of bed by my ankles. Damn that girl's strength.

"So what happened in the common room? I heard someone set fire to a load of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?" said Al, spooning cereal into his mouth.

"They were Jelly Broomsticks" Anna blushed. As did I.

"Any idea who it was?" Hugo asked.

"No..." I said, hiding behind the Daily Prophet.

"Ro, you're ears are turning red," Al grinned, revealing cornflakes in his teeth. Nice. "Who was it?"

"Me and Anna," I muttered quietly. Al, James and Lily roared with laughter. Hugo looked concerned.

"You okay?" he said. I nodded, still blushing.

We calmed down a little and continued with breakfast. As we were leaving, James saw a notice pinned to the Great Hall doors. It was bright orange with a black border. Oh no, it's not a Chudley Cannon's flyer, is it? My dad had to choose the worst team in the league didn't he? It was just embarrassing when he came home from matches. A bright orange hat and scarf, not to mention the sombre expression he had every time he returned. Cannons would need to replace all the players in their team and down several cauldrons of Felix Felicis to even get close to winning a match.

But luckily it was just a Halloween notice.

"Oh, a costume party in the Astronomy Tower!" Lily beamed, after pushing through the crowd to read it. "I love parties."

"We're going to Hogsmeade on Saturday, we can get costumes then!" Anna said, clapping her hands together. I smiled. I do love parties. Not so much the dancing and such (unless you fill me full of Firewhiskey), but more the company and the atmosphere.

"Al, you coming to History of Magic?" A smooth voice came from behind us. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I shivered. He was inches from me, I could reach out and touch him. Bite him maybe. No Rose, stop it.

"Sure." Al said, waving us goodbye. I turned and saw him leave the hall with Scorpius. I watched him walk, almost in a trance. I kept reminding myself that it was a lost cause. Nothing would ever happen. But he's just so pretty.

Damn Scorpius Malfoy and his sexiness.

There you go, another chapter.

Not much Scorpius, but he will be back soon :)

lots of love

Lemon Cheese

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