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Curiosity Killed the Cat

*First Year*

Thing were fine so far. Other than the fact that I'm running late for Potions because I didn't notice the time, it's been good. I lived through my first week by hanging out with Al, Jack, and Oliver. We eat together, go to classes together, but not study together or hang out in free time together. I prefer studying alone, though there were times where they would ask me for help with schoolwork, and my free time is too precious to waste on talks about Quidditch wherein I would rather read a good book somewhere.

I was in the Library as usual, catching up with my classmates for the time lost in that week. I was doing my Charms essay that was due tomorrow and lost track of time. Madam Pince kicked me out for forgetting lunch. Seriously, that old woman is beyond my comprehension.

Anyhow, I figured I wouldn't be able to survive a two-hour Potions class without lunch so I visited the Kitchens for a small bite that I can carry to the dungeons. Yum!

"… You don't belong here," somebody spat as I made a turn to a corridor, "Malfoy."

Malfoy? As far as I remember there was only one Malfoy in this school. I hid from their sight.

"I don't think that's for you to decide," he retorted/murmured under his breath.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" the older guy demanded, yet Malfoy stayed quiet. Silence… I didn't know what was going on and curiosity got the better of me so I sneaked a peak.

"I'll make you wish you have never been born," I gasped. The guy was beating up Malfoy!

Oh God, I didn't know bullying exists here! Nonetheless, the muggle way, with fists and everything! The guy heard my gasp and noticed my presence so he stopped and left before murmuring a, "We aren't done, Malfoy."

I slowly approached Malfoy while he scurried around for his fallen belongings.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He stood up, straight, before nodding at me. Just a nod. Not a nod of yes, not a nod of thanks, not a nod of anything but a nod of acknowledgement. Like he acknowledges my presence but not whatever happened seconds ago. Then he just left, with that awful bruised face, arms and body.

I raised an eyebrow. What just happened?

Oh God, I'm late for class!

*Second Year*

I never really forgot about the questions at the back of my head. In fact, I tried to find answers, but things just kept popping up. I am a busy gal who needs to live up to the expectations set up by my lovely mother and father. I did consider asking my family just to get over it, but I figured it would be interesting to find out for myself. It's always fun to surf books from cover to cover. But this time, it's not a book I'm supposed to read.

Now come to think of it, we never even have spoken to each other. That thing last year was hardly considered a conversation. In fact, I never heard him speak (except that incident of course).

"Can anybody tell me what a Sleeping Draught is?" Professor Fraiser asked us in a cheery tone.

I know the answer and I would like to answer, but also curious if anybody else will since it's usually me or a Ravenclaw who raises their hands. But the class is composed of Gryffindor and Slytherins so…

"Anyone?" she said, glancing at me and the other students who were also exchanging glances at each other.

"Very well, I'll call on somebody," she said, "—How about, Mister Malfoy?"

Now that caught my attention.

"The Sleeping Draught," he started as soon as he stood up, "is a potion that can make the consumer fall into a temporary deep sleep," he concluded in a bland tone and sat down.

"Okay," Professor Fraiser clapped her hands, "take 5 points to Slytherin."

So he can talk… That's the first time I heard him talk in class. Silent or shy? He didn't seem to be the shy type with that tone he used to answer.

Conclusion: He speaks! And… I'll figure out the rest later.

*Third Year (Summer)*

It's summer break and I'm in the living room lazing around with a book and ice cream wherein my mother comes in early from work.

"Hi Mum," I greet, eyes on the book.

"Hi, Rosie," she replied, "And at least look up from the book."

"Sure," I said, still eyes on the book. I could hear her eyes roll.

"Oh, yeah, Mum," I caught her attention, "I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Remember when Dad said that I should beat Scorpius Malfoy in every test and not get too friendly with him?"

"Yes, of course," she settled down her bag by the sofa and sat on it, "Why?"

"May I ask why?" Yep, I finally said it. I finally asked. Even though I said that I would figure it out myself… Well, I thought of it.

"Well, you know Ron, he can quite hold a grudge," she started, "You know Draco Malfoy, right?" I nod. "He really hates— no, despises— no, he just can't forgive him for all of what he's done to us in the past and you know what he's done to us. He—"

"Yes," I cut her off from a long ramble, "I know what he did. I've read all about it. But I still don't understand what that has to do with Malfoy."

"Your father passed down his grudge that's all," I raised an eyebrow, "He figured any spawn of a Malfoy is bad news," she badly imitated Dad, "and he wanted you away from him."

"Hmm… Isn't that a bit unfair?"

"I know," she smiled, "but why the sudden interest?"

"Are you implying something?" I accused.

"No, just merely curious."

"Well, I was just merely curious too."

*Third Year*

I looked at the time, 12:40.

Lunch would be over the moment I arrived.

I cleaned up my things, placed my Transfiguration essay in my bag, and readied myself to leave the Library. I have been staying here since 10:30 AM doing my assignments right after morning class. I could always skip lunch? Nah, it'll be hard to survive Arithmancy without a meal. I might as well eat in the kitchens.

After passing through a series of corridors and stairs, I arrived and tickled the pear. The painting opened and made my way inside. I was greeted by a house elf the moment I stepped in.

"Hello, Leen" I greeted back and asked, "I missed Lunch today, could you whip up something for me please?"

"Skipping Lunch," she tut-tutted and shook her head, "No, no… But food will be ready, Miss."

"Just call me Rose," I smiled, taking a seat.

"I will, Miss Rose," Leen replied and skipped around to make a meal.

While I was waiting, I chatted with most of the house elves. I usually get into these situations (stay in the library, skip lunch and eat in the kitchens) since my first year. The elves are quite a good company in all those years.

I was occupied by the elves that I didn't notice someone come in. Incidentally, that someone too didn't notice me as a house elf happily greeted him.

"Sku—Skup… pius. Skupius!" the little guy exclaimed in triumph.

That got my attention and so she turned around to see Scorpius Malfoy kneeling down, patting the smallest of the pack's head proudly.

"Good to see you too, Nal," he stood up and his eyes roamed around then stopped at a familiar mane of red hair.

"Uh, hi?" I greeted awkwardly.

"Hello," he replied, but quite ended the conversation.

Just about then, Leen arrived with a meal or in my opinion, a feast fit for one Weasley family.

"Here, Rose, Miss," Leen set the meal down, happily.

"Thank you, but isn't this a bit too much? I might not be able to finish everything."

"This is not much. You need healthy foods, lots and lots," she explained, then saw Malfoy standing by the door, "Hello, Mister Scorpius, Sir. We made lots of food so you can just share with Rose, Miss, Sir," she said a bit forcefully and offered him a seat across mine.

"It's fine, Leen, I'm not hungry," he said, trying to evade a possible awkward situation.

"Pfft. Not hungry, no. You have been eating Lunch here for the past few days. You're not, not hungry," Leen said while preparing plates for both of us, "Come, come eat."

Malfoy sat down hesitantly. Soon, we were eating awkwardly across each other.

Well… I wasn't expecting this.

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