It was a voice that finally roused me from my slumber the next morning. It was the soft and delicate voice of an angel. The same angel I heard every night in my dreams, a voice I would recognize anywhere. Her words hummed together into a soothing simple tone. I heard myself sigh softly, listening to the cooing tone. I smiled. That's about when my hearing kicked in.

"THE HELL ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT?! SCORPIUS MALFOY! YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID! I COULD MURDER YOU! Oh God… WAKE UP!" That last part was nicely accented by a shoe being thrown at the side of my head, hitting me solidly in the side of the temple and sufficiently angering old bruises. How classic, once a chaser, always a chaser. I groaned and grabbed my head, rolling onto my side and realizing with a jolt that that bed was half the size of my soft bed with its silk sheets at home. This fact would cost me bruises later as I rolled off the bed. I groaned again and I heard a snicker behind me.

"I'm awake, I'm awake…" I mumbled unconvincingly into the floor. And I was awarded with another shoe being thrown at full force into my shoulder. "Dammit Rose! I'm up!" I exclaimed, leaping to my feet and swaying slightly.

"And very hungover?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at the unfinished bottle of firewhiskey I'd left on the nightstand.

"Yeah, yeah. But that's not what you're here to yell at me about, is it? However the hell you managed to find me here anyways…" I muttered.

"No. But I could certainly add that in." She said, sounding superior. "I'm here to yell at you about running away like a seven year old, the fact that the entire ministry is looking for you, the fact that you've got hardly a dime to your name, and… Well, now the firewhiskey, too." She finished.

"I would just like to point out that I didn't run away like a seven year old. I handled it very maturely. The way any 14 year old would, at least." She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to complain, but I cut her off. "Is there any possible way you could skip the mutinous rage and just hug me and tell you all about how much you missed me?" I said, smiling cutely. I held out my arms and shrugged, Rose did what she wanted, and while God could move the earth and rock, I knew that Hell couldn't change her mind.

"Fine. You get off this time, on one condition." She said winking and smiling deviously. I sighed. That could never be good.

"Shoot."

"You have to share." I looked at her curiously for a moment before she ducked under my outstretched arms and plucked the bottle of firewhiskey up off my nightstand.

"Oh, hell no. I am not doing that again. Plus, you're not legal yet." She pouted, but didn't put down the bottle. She held it up to her mouth and swallowed, once, twice, three times. I looked at her crookedly. "Did I miss the part in your life where you learned to drink like that?" She smiled back.

"I've had boyfriends. I've gone out. I've done terrible things." She winked again and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I was there for the "terrible things" part, you idiot." She laughed and grabbed my arm, yanking me onto the tiny bed.

"Hey Scorp," She leaned her shoulder against the wall at the head of the bed and I put my arm around the small of her back. "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Of course I have. A couple, actually." I lied, trying to make it sound good. The only girls I'd ever kissed was Roxanne Weasley, when I was a third year and she slammed her sticky first year mouth onto mine without the slightest warning. I had untangled myself from her awkward embrace and ran off, feeling the back of my neck burn bright red. And the time in my sixth year when I had experimented with Scarlett Bell. Her mouth had been warm and soft and I remember twisting my fingers into her dark brown hair. It was enjoyable, I suppose. Eventually I had broken off the kiss with her as the guilt burning in my throat had gotten to be too much. I hadn't been able to stop comparing the girl to Rose. Over and over I had found myself wishing that her lips were the slightest bit rounder, like Rose's. Or that the hands roving my sweaty skin could be just the smallest bit softer. It had been an experiment, more than anything. I had wanted to know if there was any way I could love another girl the way I knew I loved Rose. Scarlett was considered a top-notch catch in my year. Hooking up with her was the highlight of any guy's life. She was even sorta funny and smart enough. Only, it wasn't enough. If it wasn't Rose, it was never enough. That much I had learned. I was beginning to relive the suffocating guilt when Rose handed me the bottle. "And… What exactly would you like me to do with this, oh genius one?" I asked, trying to regain my composure.

"Take a shot, Malfoy. It's a game you idiot."

"Have I mentioned that I'm an adult, and I do not associate with young children that play games?" I said, failing miserably at my attempt to sound serious.

"So. You're telling me that you've never kissed a girl because you're a pussy, and you're also refusing to take a shot… Because… You're a pussy?" I swigged the bottle, shivering as it went down. She smiled. "Lovely, now ask me."

"Am I allowed to ask how many guys you've hooked up with?"

"Nope. That's cheating. Traditionally when you play the game "Have you ever…" the questions start with "have you ever". But why don't we just change the old-as-time rules for you because you're Scorpius Malfoy and you said so."

"Lovely. So, Rose. How many guys have you hooked up with?" I grinned crookedly and she tossed her red hair back and exhaled.

"Hmm… So many, I can't seem to remember." She laughed softly, deep in thought. Her words were like needles, pricking holes in my heart. I breathed deeply and tried to ignore the feeling.

"Alright then. We'll do it your way. Have you hooked up with more than five guys?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Trying to sound like I didn't care.

"Yessir. I think. Wait…" She lifted up a hand and counted. "Yes, I have. Give me that." She took the bottle from my loose grip and took a large swallow.

"Damn, Rose. Remember that part about the whole Ministry looking for me, and that I've hardly got a dime to my name? Yeah… Does it seem anti-productive to lie in the bed of a well-known pub and get drunk to you? Or is it just me?" I asked.

"You're ruining my fun. No one knows you're here but me. I kinda sorta confounded Tom on my way in. It was just an accident. My hand slipped…" She made a slipping gesture with her hands and I shook my head at her.

"You're a nightmare." I said, rolling my eyes. "And how exactly did you find me?"

"Well. There was that one time when we were 12, and you told me that you were gonna run away and hide in The Leaky Cauldron. So… I just guessed. I took off as soon as I read the Daily Prophet. You made the cover. And you look like shit." She smiled again.

"I really could have done without that last part, but I'm glad you're here." I hugged her closely enough that I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Hey Scorp. Have you ever been in love?" I drew in a sharp breath and was suddenly conscious of how close my body was to Rose's. Her head was leaned softly on my chest and her arms were draped around me. Her petite frame was curled up next to me, breathing softly. The way a couple might lay. My arm was still draped around her back, but I pulled it away. I slipped out from under her and stood up. She pulled herself into a sitting position and looked at me thoughtfully. I couldn't bear her eyes on me, so I turned around, facing the door.

"Yeah Rosie. I have." I heard her feet softly thud into the floor as she got up. They padded softly on the worn wood until they stopped behind me. Her arms wrapped themselves around me from behind and I could hear her sigh.

"Me too." She breathed, and my heart sank to lower than my stomach. It made itself at home in the pit of my gut, writhing and twisting in pain. I inhaled in an attempt to relieve some of the pain, but it stubbornly stuck there. I felt her let go of me, and we stood awkwardly together for a few moments before we heard the radio click on.

EMERGENCY ALERTS: A young man about the age of 17 has recently vanished. His family is offering a very substantial reward for the location of this man. Our last traces found him staying at the Leaky Cauldron, but we have yet to investigate this rumor. If you have any information about the whereabouts of Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, please contact the Ministry of Magic.

The radio clicked off. "Oh hell… How did you get here?" I asked suddenly, already knowing the answer.

"By broom… But I don't think…" She trailed off, watching me as I threw things into my backpack.

"Rose, make my hair orange. If anyone asks, I'm Hugo, okay?" I knew that Hugo was two years younger than me and as small as Rose, but it would have to do for now. She grinned and pulled out her wand, flicking it up then down and mumbling a spell under her breath. When she was finished, she laughed. I glanced in the mirror and flinched. You could say red wasn't my color. But I did my best to toss my feelings aside and I grabbed Rose's hand.

"Let's go." We flew down the stairs. The alcohol in our blood made us slightly off balance and we twisted and turned as we went down. We passed the bar and I turned my face away from Tom, who was still cleaning his counter. I sent Rose outside to get her broom and I went to the back to tap out the pattern that would let me into Diagon Alley. She came running in and I pulled her through the doorway with me. On the other side I took the broom from her and mounted. She looked at me for a moment before her softly innocent face broke into a wicked grin.

"If you say so, Malfoy." She hopped on behind me and we took off into the late August air. "I'd say friends don't let friends drive drunk, but instead I'll just say friends don't let friends do stupid things… Alone." Her laughter pealed softly through the warm air and the lump in my gut wriggled in agony again, but I stuffed it away, ignoring it. I wanted to fly so long that I never knew if I was coming down, so I did.

So... Any guesses on how Scorpius could possibly get back into Hogwarts without being busted now? I bet he can think of a way. Especially with one of Hell's Angels by his side;)

Review please:) And read the next chapter to see how being a fugitive works for him.. Oh. So his father's abusive, the law is looking for him, and did he mention that he's uncontrollably in love with his best friend? Lets see how it works out!:) Dont forget to leave reviews.