October 15, 2020:

I was pounding on the door to the Slytherin dormitories. I am not proud to say that I spend way too much time in their common room. I actually try to stay out of the dungeons completely, but that doesn't work out too well for me. For some reason whenever I hang out with Scorpius and Michael, I always end up in the Slytherin common room. I can't bring them to the Ravenclaw common room, because the one time I did, Roxanne and a couple of other Ravenclaws wouldn't stop complaining about them being there until they left. It's too cold outside, especially when it's snowing. So, that only leaves the Slytherin common room.

The Slytherins are actually surprisingly pretty okay with me being there. Or at least I think they are. Nobody has complained yet, so I think it is safe to assume that they are okay with it. I think I am the only person who actually cares. Their common room has that soggy smell that only dungeons have, and I don't like the lack of natural light. Whenever I go there I always complain that we need to find a new place to hang out.

So, you knew it was an absolutely emergency when I was practically begging to get inside. I was on a mission. I needed to talk to Scorpius right away. I was having a mental breakdown.

After about five minutes of pounding on the door, Mati Zabini came walking down the hallway.

She gave me a confused look before saying, "There is no use in attack our door, Rose. Nobody can hear the knocking from the other side."

I gave her an exasperated sigh and replied, "Well, then can you please open the door? If you can't tell I am kind of in a rush right now."

"Wow, chill Rose. Just trying to help," she said before whispering the password. The door easily swung open.

I felt a tiny bit sorry for snapping at her. Mati is actually a sweet girl. Like Michael, she is not the stereotype Slytherin. But I wasn't sorry enough to apologize. Instead I sprinted into the common room and ran right into Michael. The two of us went crashing to the floor. This was starting to get really frustrating. I let out a scream.

"God, Rose," Michael said, while untangling himself from me. "Where's the fire? Are you about to die or something?"

"I just really need to find Scorpius," I replied, quickly getting up off the floor. "If I don't, I will be as good as dead."

Michael gave me a worried look, but I ignored him. He must also be a bit confused as to why I am going to Scorpius with my problem. He is usually the one that I go and cry to, but Michael can't really help me with what I need right now. I needed Scorpius' expertise, not good advice.

"You are not going to your room anytime soon are you?" I then asked.

"No, I am going to study with Alice," he replied, turning slightly red.

After a year and a half of crushing on her, Michael finally got the guts to ask out Alice. Of course, she was thrilled. By Michael's expression, I knew what "studying" really meant. I threw my arms up in the air, getting even more frustrated. That was not making my mission any easier.

I ran towards the fourth year boys dormitories. I found Scorpius thankfully alone in the room. I didn't know where Theo was right now, but at that moment I was just happy that he wasn't here.

You could easily tell which bed belonged to whom. Scorpius' area was complete disaster. There were Quidditch posters plastering his walls, clothes strewn everywhere, chocolate frog cards and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans boxes cluttering his nightstand.

Michaels was much neater. His bed was perfectly made. There were books stacked neatly on his nightstand. A large poster of his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, was on the wall. I mentally laughed at this poster, thinking of my father. They both just don't understand that they are probably the worst team ever known to man.

Theo's looked the closest to a normal teenaged boy's room. His bed was tidy, but not pristine. There were a couple of drawers with clothes hanging out of them, but nothing too embarrassing. His broomstick was leading against his bedpost. The dormitory was definitely different from mine.

Scorpius was sitting on his bed, cleaning up his broomstick. He tried out this year for the Quidditch team, and made it. He was one of the three chasers. There have been practices nonstop for the past month. Between that and his sharing him with his current girlfriend, Mandy Nott, I have barely seen him. Actually since Michael has been dating Alice, and I have been dating Trevor, the three of us haven't hung out together in a while.

Anyways, tomorrow was Scorpius' very first game, and he was super pumped. He has been talking about it every moment I have been with him, though he has been trying to act like he didn't care. Michael and I could easily see through his façade though.

He looked up from his broomstick after I stormed in. He took one glance at my worried expression and asked, "What's wrong, Rose?"

"I need your help with something," I replied, not moving from the doorway.

"What is it?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

"You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone, though."

"Rose, you are kind of starting to scare me. Did you kill someone or something? Do you need me to hide the body? Because someone seeing me with a dead body will not do well with my fam—"

"Just promise me that you won't tell anybody," I said, cutting him off and finally moving to sit next to him on the bed.

"Alright. I won't tell anybody," he said, putting his broomstick down on the bed next to him.

"And that you won't laugh at me, or make fun of me, or anything," I then added.

"Okay, okay. I promise. Now will you tell me why you are freaking out, or am I going to have to go find Michael?" he said next.

"No! You can't tell Michael," I explained. "Not now, not ever. This is strictly between the two of us."

"Okay."

I paused for another second. He stared at me, waiting patiently for me to tell him what was bothering me. I felt the blush rise to my cheeks, before I told him my problem all in one breath. I said it so fast that I didn't even comprehend what I was trying to say.

"Wait a second," he said, looking more confused than ever. "One more time, but slower this time."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before repeating, "Roxanne told me that Stephen Moon told her that Trevor is going to kiss me this weekend."

Trevor Boot was my very first boyfriend. We started dating at the beginning of this year, and I really liked him, but we haven't kissed yet.

"And? What does that have to do with me?" he asked, picking up his broom again. He went back to polishing the handle.

"I haven't kissed a boy yet," I said. "Well, except for you, but that doesn't really count," I added, not wanting to get into the gory details.

I could see him suppress a smile, as he put his broomstick back down. I appreciated this. At least he was trying to be serious.

"So what you are asking me is…" he then said, letting himself trail off.

"Well, I don't want to be a bad kisser. And I don't really know what to do. And what if I freeze up, and everything is super awkward, and no other boy will ever want to kiss me ever again. I need your help," I said, the blush returning to my cheeks.

"Rosie Posie. Are you asking what I think you are asking?" he said, his eyes widening slightly.

I looked down at the cracks in the floor and let out a sigh, before saying, "Yeah, I think I am."

"Oh, no! This is not happening!" he exclaimed.

"Pleas, Scorpius," I begged, pouting just a bit. I was desperate. "Just for a couple of minutes."

"Fine but you have to promise that you will help me with all of my homework for the rest of the year," he then said. He could never resist the puppy dog face.

"Deal," I said.

"Now I am glad that I promised not to tell anybody about this. I don't think either of our significant others would appreciate me giving you Kissing 101," he then added. "Okay, first you need to relax and not think about it all that much."

I unsuccessfully attempted to clear my mind, still looking at the floor.

"Next you need to make sure that the boy can easily access your mouth. Trust me when I say this, missing is the most awkward situation you will ever be in."

I turned my head towards him. I let out a slight gasp when I saw his liquid silver eyes closer than I expected them to be.

"Relax," he said, softly. "Now when he leans in, you close your eyes. Then you just let him take control."

I did as he said, and I was surprised when I felt his lips touch mine. I instantly melted into him, feeling butterflies tingle in my stomach. The kiss was slow and nice, very different from the first one we shared. He opened his mouth slightly, and I responded by doing the same. Soon enough we were full-blown snogging. I found that I didn't want to stop, so when he finally pulled away I was disappointed.

"And that's basically it," he said, adverting his eyes and running his hand through his hair.

"Uh, thanks," I said, getting up and awkwardly walking towards the door.

"Rose," he said just as I was about to leave. I turned to face him. "You'll do fine. I promise."

I nodded and left feeling much more confident than when I walked in.