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Now, a Memory Refresher!

Previously on Acquaintances:

With his slip from Madam Pomfrey, Hogwarts's matron, Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin, leaves to go find the items he forgot. When he finds nothing there, he goes to Professor Witz, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and asks her. She tells him to check Filch's, Hogwarts's caretaker, office, and that he is to continue tutoring the Third Year, House unknown. He then tries Filch's office, coming up with positive (and negative) results.

Chapter 4 (Nervous)

Scorpius made it to the chilly dungeons and after giving the password–Self-preservation–he walked into the common room. There were a few people hanging back (or maybe they had woken up) doing homework or chatting, though there were only some that had fallen asleep. The overall shadowy green color of the room and the soothing water did have that effect on some. Scorpius smiled at someone he recognized on the green couch before going to the boys' dormitories, opening the door labeled Sixth Years, and slipping inside.

The Slytherin boys' dormitory wasn't as messy as some would imagine. People could walk on the floors for every belonging was in a trunk, wardrobe, or shoved underneath a bed somewhere. At the beginning of the term, it had been quite chaotic with fights and duels breaking out over lost items and Scorpius, getting tired of the altercations, made the boys keep their stuff to themselves or somewhere they could find it. Of course, them being males, no one really listened, so he had taken each one of their wands at night, woken them up, and repeated himself, hexing anyone who dared to question him.

That method of getting them to pay attention had worked.

Throwing his robes on his dirty clothes pile, Scorpius placed his and Rose's wand on his nightstand. Then he emptied out the pockets of his trousers, the note from Madam Pomfrey falling to the ground. He merely ignored it (even though he hadn't read it at all) and stripped off his shirt and slacks, tossing those on the dirty pile as well. Now, getting chilly in only his boxers, Scorpius slid into bed. Lying with his arms behind his head, he just stared up at the ceiling, readying himself for sleep. Turning on his stomach, he could feel and basked in the coolness of his pillow. At last, his eyes shut, but not before he saw that parchment on the ground. Too tired to get up and read it, he stayed put, falling into a deep sleep.

Professor or whomever is reading this,

Mister Malfoy was escorting an unconscious student that he stumbled upon to the Hospital Wing. Though it indeed is after curfew, please allow him to recover his property and excuse him back to the Slytherin common room for, as you know, classes are tomorrow, and, after talking to him, he clearly needs to brush up on his material. Either that or he needs to pay attention.

Thank you,

Madam Pomfrey

"Scorpius, mate, it's time to wake up."

Scorpius felt someone jostle his arm, so he groaned, but didn't get up.

"What?" he mumbled.

"Come on, breakfast starts soon." Scorpius cracked open an eye to see Antonio Hall, one of his dorm mates, pulling on a crisp, white shirt before grabbing a Slytherin colored tie to put on over the shirt. Then he went over to his trunk to find some trousers. While digging, he shook his wet hair most likely from a shower, and looked at his friend. "Malfoy, get up." Scorpius rolled off his comfortable bed, looked at his watch–6:15 a.m.–and, seizing some toiletries, staggered into the loo. Joseph Franklin, another boy Scorpius shared the room with, was inside brushing his teeth, a towel wrapped around his lower waist. He bobbed his head at the blonde to acknowledge him. Scorpius nodded back, stepped in the shower, drew off his boxers and, throwing them over the foggy glass, turned the shower dial to point to the left to get the hot water.

He closed his eyes as he shampooed, rinsed, and repeated twice; after all, you had to work for hair like his. When Scorpius stepped out and enveloped his waist with a towel, he saw Joseph was still in front of the sink, but he was now dressed in his uniform sans the shoes, drying his short, brown hair. Joseph's dark brown eyes turned uninterestedly in Scorpius's direction before going back to the mirror. Scorpius couldn't say he minded much as he and the boy didn't really talk to each other. Scorpius thought he was boring while Joseph thought Scorpius was a bigheaded ignoramus, making Scorpius wonder why Joseph thought that, for the blond's grades were not terrible.

Going back into the main room, the Malfoy pulled open his wardrobe, then a cabinet inside to reveal it full of boxers. Dropping the blue towel, he put on the first pair his hand came in contact with, performed a drying charm on his body after he snatched up his wand, followed by placing on his trousers, white shirt which he tucked into his slacks, and a (new) jumper. Once he had secured his socks and shoes, he walked by Robert Cosgrove to enter the bathroom again.

Robert Cosgrove was the tall, loud, blonde-haired and dark blue-eyed boy with the bed next to Scorpius's. At first, Scorpius pegged Robert as annoying and stupid because in their classes Robert would always ask an exasperating question and if the professor answered it, he would ask another. Usually the professor would catch on at the end of class when he or she realized nothing was accomplished for the day and Robert would receive a detention.

Then Scorpius had seen Robert play Quidditch and the two had bonded over it. With the plays and moves he could describe and act out, Scorpius came to find out the taller blond was not unintelligent; he only acted that way to get laughs from others. So, Robert may have been aggravating and intimidating among other adjectives, but he was no where near stupid or bad at one of the Wizarding World's favorite sports.

"What's the matter, Malfoy?" Robert said as he pushed his right foot into his shoe, "Didn't get your beauty sleep? In fact, I didn't see you come in last night. Have anything to tell me?" An eyebrow was raised suggestively. Antonio glanced up from packing his bag.

"I was busy," Scorpius stated simply.

"If you say so," Robert replied. It was obvious he was curious, but didn't want to say anything else. "Bradley didn't come in until late either. He was gone when I woke up around six." Bradley Sedlar was the final boy of the Sixth Year Slytherins. Besides Joseph, Bradley was someone Scorpius wouldn't bother befriending. Bradley was the shortest of the five, but by no means a short person yet he still hated it. Scorpius had learned from some gossiping Ravenclaws that Sedlar had spent a lot of time dueling others, leading him to spending plenty of time in detention since he made sure to make a big scene of everything.

Scorpius didn't bother showing he was interested about why Bradley had come in late and left early, though he was. He just walked into the bathroom with his robes on properly, toweled his hair until it was only damp, and then dried it appropriately by executing another drying charm. That was his secret to getting it nice and soft, giving it a silky feeling. After that he packed his bag, cleaned up the water he had dripped on the floor, and turned to Antonio.

"I'm ready now."

"It's 7:32. Breakfast should have just started. Come on, then."

"We'll see you down there, Cosgrove?"

Robert nodded. "I'm a big boy; I can get from here to the Great Hall perfectly fine by myself." Scorpius then noticed that Joseph had already left.

"Okay, mate." As soon as he passed over the threshold of the door, he remembered something, turning back into the room.

"Oh, missed me already?" Rob grinned. "Since I'm ready now I might as accompany you two." He tossed his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the room. Scorpius nodded faintly going over to his nightstand to thrust Rose Weasley's wand into his bag. He left the room, and closed the door after him, jogging to catch up with his two mates.

As Robert and Antonio chatted, Scorpius walked behind them, events from the previous night going through his mind. He really wanted to know why someone would do that to their fellow peer. He was still thinking about it as the three Slytherins arrived at the scarcely, but becoming, full Great Hall. Taking a seat at the table below the silver and green tapestries, Scorpius remained silent, but no one asked him about what was on his mind as he was typically quiet.

Robert laughed at something Antonio said while Scorpius ate some toast and sausage. He also, when the post had arrived, read the uninteresting Daily Prophet before standing to go to his first class, Charms, with Robert. All through his classes, the blond couldn't seem to pay attention, but that was common; even though he didn't pay attention, he did catch some of the information and that, along with reading, doing the assignments and looking at his friends' notes, helped him pass.

Later, after making it through lunch and his last class of the day, not bothering to put his stuff down in the dormitory, Scorpius walked to the Hospital Wing. Entering Madam Pomfrey's office, he smiled.

"Evening, Poppy," he said. She rolled her eyes and stopped him when he made to go past into the section where the patients resided.

"Yes, Mister Malfoy?"

"Oh, I just wanted to go inside, yeah?"

"First I need to check and see if Miss Weasley is awake."

"Why would you automatically assume I came to visit her, huh? I don't know her in a friendly way. We're probably not even acquaintances." She rolled her eyes again.

"I'll just check to see if she's awake."

"Okay," he mumbled. Poppy started for the doors, but stopped as one opened, showing a short, black-haired person coming out. The smirk on the person's face was wiped right off when he saw two staring at him.

"Are you feeling better, Mister Sedlar?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Bradley said, but he wasn't looking at the matron, "thanks for the potion."

"Yes, of course, just sign out over there." Bradley did as he was told, Scorpius trying to not watch his every move. "Come back if you're feeling any more pain," Pomfrey called as Bradley went to leave.

"I will," he said. The brown eyes flickered to Scorpius–and he had to notice the emotion Bradley's eyes look a little . . . nervous? Perhaps it was what he had come into the infirmary for–and dipped his head up and down a little. "Malfoy."

"Sedlar." Scorpius didn't make a hassle about nodding back. Bradley didn't mind or care as he left. Madam Pomfrey arrived again causing Scorpius to turn away from where his roommate had exited.

"Sorry, she is asleep at this time, but do try to come back later."

"Well, I just wanted to. . ." The Slytherin trailed off. He had almost told her that he had wanted to return Rose's wand, but if he had, the matron would have most likely taken it, and Scorpius wanted to ask the Weasley what she could remember about what had happened.

"Like I said, please, do come back," the elderly lady said kindly, thinking the boy didn't know how to phrase what was on his mind. "And before I forget, I told the headmistress all the details you had given me about the previous night, and she would like to have a word with you as this is a very serious situation."

"Yes, madam. Do you know when?"

She shook her head. "She will, in all likelihood, call you when she needs you. Now, good day, but please come back later."

Scorpius cleared his throat, feeling somewhat anxious. "Yeah, I will. Thanks."

A/N: I hope I didn't drag out the beginning too much . . . This isn't my favorite, but please review! They make a certain purple pen happy! (Bahaha, see what I did there?) =D