A/N:

All: We're the Spice Girls, yes indeed. Just Girl Power is all we need. We know how we got this far.

Lysander: Strength and courage in a wonderbra.

All: Could this work with only one?

Madeline: Just with me, I'd have no fun.

All: Could this work with only two?

Albus: We need more for what we do.

All: Could this work with only three?

Scorpius: Three's a crowd, bad company.

All: Could this work with only four?

Lorcan: No way girl, we need one more.

All: Listen up, take my advice. We need five for the power of spice!

(Everyone runs away, flying high on girl power, except Lorcan.)

Lorcan: We don't own the Spice Girls, nor do we own Harry Potter. Okay, I said it. Can I get my food now?

Chapter 6 - Saying Goodbye is Hard, Saying I Love You is Harder

Scorpius rolled over, unsure of why he felt so rested, until he saw sunlight streaming through the window. "Oh my god, I'm late. Late! Late! Late!" Scorpius yelled, as he tripped out of bed, trying to comb his hair, pull on his pants, and put on his shoes, all at the same time.

Scorpius stumbled all the way to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, praying his first wasn't over yet.

"Make sure to read over page 493. And I need a quick synopsis before class tomorrow. It will be graded and counted as a pop quiz. Class is dismissed."

The class groaned as Scorpius fell through the door.

"And Mr. Malfoy, stay after class. As for the rest of you, disperse." Gavin Kaapro, the tall, green eyed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was stern, silent, and young. He was a survivor of the Great Wizarding War and had a distaste for blonde haired, blue eyed fifth year Slytherins, i.e. Scorpius Malfoy.

Professor Kaapro circled his desk and sat down, folding his hands underneath his chin. "Scorpius, I need to speak with you about your grades... To put it bluntly, they're slipping, as are Albus'. I'm assuming this has to do with the little hissy fit the two of you had with each other. My advice to you: make up so he can start waking you up again. And if your grades keep falling, I'll be forced to notify your father. Have a nice day. Mr. Malfoy."

"But-"

"Have a nice day, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Kaapro glared Scorpius out of his classroom.

Scorpius bumped into Finn, who had been listening outside the door. "He wasn't too bad in there, was he?" Finn asked hesitantly, as the two boys headed to History of Magic.

The day went by in a blur until they reached dinner. Scorpius got up from his table mid-meal and crossed downwards to where Edward, Alexander, and Albus were eating.

Scorpius was greeted with three glares. He then reached into his robe and pulled out a small package wrapped in green and silver. He dropped it next to Albus' plate and walked away, only to be stopped by the sound of Albus' voice for the first time in a month.

"What is this?"

"Your Christmas present. Even if you're not talking to me, I still want you to have it." Scorpius looked away as Albus delicately pulled open the wrapping.

Alexander and Edward both stared at the duo angrily, afraid they'd lose their third wheel and that he'd jump off the "I hate Scorpius Malfoy" bandwagon.

Albus pulled out a small, golden glittering bracelet in the shape of a snitch. He looked down in awe as Alexander interrupted his thought with, "It looks like he picked it up from the girls' section."

"Yeah..." Albus quietly agreed.

Scorpius was already halfway to his spot at the table when Albus sat back down knowing that the blonde Malfoy had not learned his lesson.

The couple of days leading up to the train ride home were spent in awkward silence between the five fifth year Slytherin roommates.

The morning of Scorpius awoke feeling particularly grumpy as he started packing his belongings. That was until he saw a familiar pair of sneakers tucked into very familiar frayed jeans. Scorpius looked up and locked eyes with Albus, tilting his head in a questioning manner.

"Here." Albus squished a terribly wrapped present into Scorpius' chest. The older Slytherin looked down confused but happily opened the present to reveal half burned sweets. "I wanted to make you something because I can't buy you something as good as your parents can."

Scorpius popped a piece of burnt cream puff into his mouth, swallowing with a bit of effort and smiling. "What happened to, "I hate your guts, Scorpius"?"

"I still do, just slightly less now." Albus' pout turned to a shocked look of embarrassment when Scorpius leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

Scorpius quickly gathered his things and went upstairs, flustered by his own actions.

When he boarded the train, the blonde Slytherin made sure his new group was close by. The twins had picked out a compartment ahead of time for the group. Madeline quickly joined the threesome, taking her demanded place between her brother and the window.

The group was surprised when Albus poked his head in asking if there was room for one more.

Scorpius jumped up, nearly tripping over himself. He took a place on the floor between Madeline and Lorcan's feet.

"So... What are you guys doing for Christmas?" He says as he sits down, putting his feet on Scorpius' knees.

Scorpius rested his hands around Albus' feet. "Our parents are making us go somewhere tropical to escape the snow."

"Our parents are making us trek around in the snow to chase doxies in Russia," Lorcan boredly responded, as he fogged up the window with his breath. Lysander looked up from his book and "hmmed" in agreement.

"That sucks," Scorpius replied, thinking of his tropical vacation.

The group all looked to Albus, remembered that he didn't answer his own question. "You know.. The usual. Just dinner with the family."

"All 1000 of them?"

"Maddie," Scorpius warned while Madeline pulled a face in return.

Suddenly, a much deeper voice chastised from across the cabin, "If you keep making faces like that, it's going to get stuck."

Madeline looked up at Chase excitedly, while Scorpius just rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Of course she listens to him."

"I brought you something." He handed Madeline a perfectly square pink wrapped present.

When Madeline opened the present, a diary with a new spell lock laid inside. "I know you were complaining about the girls in your dormitory reading your diary so I thought you should get one with a lock."

Madeline looked up in awe, wholehearted thanking Chase multiple times as Scorpius frowned. Chase sauntered away, giving a small wave in return.

"Perfect bastard," Scorpius muttered under his breath and then turned to his sister. "Why didn't you tell me the girls in your dorm room were reading your diary?"

"Because it wasn't of importance to you."

"Well fine then."

"Okay."

"Okay!"

"Shut up, Scorpius," Madeline finished with a huff.

The Hogwarts express rolled into the station around noon on that cold winter day. Children were running to greet their parents and barely made their goodbyes to their friends before being carted off.

As the five friends went their separate ways, they knew they had a long week off ahead of them.

Coming Soon:

The gang reworks their last failed attempt and feels the satisfaction of the days of hard work. They also meet a Hufflepuff who may just come in handy... But why is she so nice?