The next few weeks flew by quickly. Scorpius and I continued our friendly chatter, when Slughorn wasn't looking of course. Except for a few 'Hello's, however, we never really talked outside of class.

I walked into the dungeon and found my usual seat. I was a bit early, as usual, so there weren't many students in the room yet.

I opened my bag and pulled out my half finished essay for History of Magic. I dipped my favorite quill into my bottle of ink before setting to work on my essay.

History of Magic is my least favorite class, yet I had better marks in it compared to my other classes. I suppose being the niece of one of the most famous people in wizarding history and the daughter of his two best friends had something to do with it. That and I had probably heard more stories about the defeat of Voldemort than the average kid.

"Hello Rose," said Scorpius. I had been so caught up in my homework, that I hadn't noticed that the classroom was nearly full by now.

"Oh, hello Scorpius," I said.

"Don't you ever do anything besides school? You're always early and doing homework that isn't due for weeks still. Don't you ever enjoy your breaks between classes?" he asked. His question took me by surprise. Yes, I was very diligent about my studies, but it allowed me more time to enjoy myself on the weekends.

"As a matter of fact," I said. "I happen to be going to Hogsmeade this weekend with Al and Dominique."

"Oh," was all he said before busying himself with preparing the ingredients for our potion. His lack of response confused me. Scorpius almost always had something to say.

"Aren't you going?" I asked.

"No," He replied shortly.

"Well, why not?" I didn't know of anyone who wouldn't want to go to Hogsmeade. Had he gotten detention? That didn't seem like something that would happen to Scorpius but, then again, I figured he would be going in the first place.

"I don't have any friends to go with and I don't want to be the loser who goes alone." He confessed.

"Why don't you come with me and my cousins?" I suggested. Nobody should be stuck alone on a Hogsmeade weekend because nobody will go with them.

"Really?" He asked, brightening up. It was amazing. It was like he was a whole different person from the one moments before. In nine little words I had made him go from being sad and rejected to extremely hopeful and excited.

"Yeah, of course," I replied.

"Your cousins won't mind? I mean, I know they don't exactly like me."

"Nah, James is the only one that ever had an issue with you and, as far as I'm concerned, he needs to just get over himself."

"Well in that case, I'd love to come with you guys." He said. "Hey, could you pass me those beetle wings?"

I grimaced and handed him the beetle wings, trying to touch as little of them as possible.

"They're not going to explode you know." He said, laughing at me.

"I just don't like bugs, dead or alive, okay?" I gave him a mock glare, causing him to raise his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I'm just saying that if you have a problem touching potion ingredients, maybe you should get some gloves like Alice Davies over there."

"I don't think that's necessary. My solution works just fine." I replied.

He laughed again but didn't say anything.