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Chapter Seven

One Very Good Quidditch Player and One Spectacular Snogger

The only thing that differed this morning from others was that fact that Rose's brown barn owl, Fudge had brought her two letters; one from her parents, and one from Scorpius Malfoy.

Intrigued, Rose tore open the letter from Scorpius first.

Rose,

Meet me on the Quidditch pitch after dinner. Don`t tell anyone that you`re coming.

Love, Scorpius

Rose tucked Scorpius's letter into her jeans pocket casually, hoping that none of her friends or cousins would notice and ask what the letter had been about. She let out a breath of relief when no one did, and opened the second letter. There were two sheets of parchment inside. Rose opened up the first one, only to see her mother's writing.

Dear Rosie,

How are you doing, honey? How are your classes? We're quite well, Hugo is getting very excited for that Quidditch match that Uncle Harry is taking him to see for an early birthday present. I can't believe it's almost Christmas, time is flying by so quickly! Your father and I are both very excited that we will be seeing you soon, and Hugo is delighted that you will be home for his birthday. I do hope you are studying hard, your exams are coming up-

Rose shook her head, laughing quietly. Exams weren't till June! Her mother was crazy.

-and they won't be easy, don't forget. Don't be like your father, "They're ages away!" Honestly, and he wonders why he never got any Outstandings in his O.W.L.s. Harry told us about the first Quidditch match, I'm quite delighted Gryffindor won. Apparently James was absolutely raving about his amazing capture of the Snitch. I can't quite believe that he dived off of his broom, somersaulted over the Hufflepuff Chasers, caught the Snitch in front of the Hufflepuff Seeker's face and landed on his broom again! It must have been quite something to watch!

"James, you liar!" Rose exclaimed.

James looked up from his waffles. "What are you on about, Rose?" he asked.

"You told your father that you dived off of your broom, somersaulted over the Hufflepuff Chasers, caught the Snitch in front of the Hufflepuff Seeker's face and landed on your broom again?"

"Um, well, yeah, kinda," James said, turning red.

Rose shook her head and returned to the letter.

Missing you lots, love from, your mother,

Hermione Granger... or should I say, Hermione Weasley

P.S. Write back soon!

Rose put her mother's letter back into the envelope and took out the second sheet of parchment. This one was written in her father's handwriting.

Hey Rosie,

Your mum told me that I should write to you, even though I said that she could just write what I had to say in her letter. Anyway, if she's stressing you about exams, don't freak, they're AGES away. I love you, I miss, you, I don't know what else to say... Oh, I can't wait to see you at Christmas break. Tell the cousins I say hi. And... I heard that James is a great Seeker. Say hi to Neville for me, too. Or, sorry, Professor Longbottom, rather. Well. I must go. Harry and I are going to a Muggle bar, there's a nice looking barmaid there. Don't tell your mother. She didn't read this letter, so don't worry.

Love,

Ron 'Yo Daddy' Weasley

Rose laughed.

"What is it?" Mariah asked.

"Here," Rose said, passing her the letter.

Mariah laughed as soon as she had finished reading, and then passed the letter to Martie. Martie laughed as well, and handed it back to Rose.

"Your dad's funny," Martie said. "I wanna meet him."

"You should come over sometime in the summer," Rose said.

"We should get to class," Mariah said. "Professor Dante will be mad if we're late for Charms again."

"Sir Dante," Rose corrected, laughing.

"Does he have to be so formal?" Martie asked, shaking her head.

The day dragged by. Rose couldn't concentrate during Charms, Potions, History of Magic or Transfiguration. All she could think about was the mysterious letter from Scorpius and their rendezvous that night. Finally, classes were over. She ran up to the owlery to send a quick reply to her parents' letters before hurrying down to eat dinner.

"What's with you?" Martie asked as Rose scarfed down her gourmet pizza.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mariah asked, her voice teasing. "She's meeting Scorrrrpius."

Rose rolled her eyes, but she did not deny it. Having swallowed everything except the crust of her pizza, Rose said a quick goodbye to her friends and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.

Scorpius was waiting, and he was carrying two Nimbus 2000s and a bright red Quaffle.

"How did you-" Rose asked in awe.

"Never mind how," Scorpius said, grinning. "Let's play."

"How are we supposed to play?" Rose asked. "We only have two players. And if I remember correctly, we're both Chasers. How's that supposed to work? Not to mention how much trouble we'll be in if we're caught."

"We won't be caught," Scorpius assured her.

"You sound quite sure of yourself," Rose laughed.

"Don't worry, I am," he said with a grin. "And we can take turns playing Keeper, while the other tries to score."

Rose hesitated. If they were caught-

"Come on, it'll be so much fun!" Scorpius urged.

"Fine, I'll do it," Rose replied, taking the broom Scorpius was holding out and grinning nervously.

They shot into the air, Scorpius leading, Quaffle in hand. They headed towards the goalposts farthest from the castle, so they would have as little chance of being seen as possible. Scorpius took the Keeper's position in front of the three goal hoops and spun around, tossing Rose the Quaffle.

"Good catch," he said approvingly. Rose had caught the Quaffle with the tips of her fingers just before it could whiz over her shoulder.

"You want to see good?" she taunted, tossing the Quaffle up into the air and catching it again without even looking. "I'll show you good."

She threw the Quaffle towards Scorpius's right hoop with all the force she had. Scorpius, calculating all of Rose's movements, lunged to his right. The Quaffle suddenly spun over on itself and changed direction, heading now for the left hoop. Before Scorpius could say "Wow," the Quaffle had gone through the hoop and Rose was zooming over to stop it from hitting the ground.

"How did you do that?" Scorpius demanded, awed. "Did you charm the ball or something?"

"No," Rose said shrugging. "I just have a lot of practice, I guess. Ready for another one?"

"Sure," Scorpius said, although he did not sound very sure.

Rose scored on Scorpius at least twenty more times (he didn't stop a single one) before they switched positions.

"You really should try out for the team next year," Scorpius said seriously as Rose tossed him the Quaffle.

"I plan to," Rose said simply.

"You'll make it," Scorpius said, a certainty in his voice.

"I hope so," Rose said, grinning, glad that Scorpius was so sure of her abilities. "Now come on, let's see what you've got."

"I'm not even close to as good as you, but I'll do my best," Scorpius said.

He tossed the Quaffle towards Rose, who immediately smacked it away from the hoop with the tail of her broom. Scorpius flew over to retrieve the Quaffle and tried again. Again, Rose pulled off a spectacular save.

Rose laughed at the frustrated look on Scorpius's face after she had saved the seventh shot. "I've had quite a bit of practice at Keeper, too," she admitted.

"Yeah, so I see," Scorpius said, letting go of his frown.

"Do you wanna do something else now?" Rose asked.

"Why, are you bored?"

"Nah, I'm just way to good for you."

They both laughed.

"Let's go, I have another idea," Scorpius said.

Rose tossed him the Quaffle and followed him to the ground. She handed Scorpius her broom and waited at the edge of the pitch as he disappeared into the dark with the equipment.

"So are you going to tell me where you got those?" Rose asked casually.

"Nah, maybe some other time," Scorpius said, his eyes twinkling. He grabbed Rose's hand and pulled her towards the castle. "Let's go, we have to be back in our common rooms by nine thirty, and it's quarter to nine now."

"Where are we going?" Rose asked curiously.

"It's so cool, you'll love it," Scorpius said. "But it's a surprise."

Soon Rose found herself staring at a blank stretch of wall in the seventh floor corridor, just past the statue of Barnabus the Barmy. Scorpius was pacing back and forth in front of the wall. Suddenly, a large wooden door appeared out of no where. Scorpius opened it and pulled Rose in by the hand.

"Welcome," he said. "To the Room of Requirement."

The room was small and very cosy looking, with a few large red armchairs and a love-seat seated around a small fire. There were flowers decorating the room, which was a pretty blue color. There seemed to be no roof, as if the room opened up to the sky, very similar to the Great Hall ceiling. Stars twinkled above Rose's head as a very slow, very romantic song began to play, the lights dimmed, and candles flickered into life on a small coffee table in front of the fire.

"This is cute," Rose said appreciatively. "What is it? I never knew it was here."

"My dad told me about it," Scorpius said, grimacing, as he always did when he mentioned his father. "It's a secret room that turns into whatever you need it to be. All you have to do is walk back and forward three times in front of the wall out there, thinking over and over what you want, and the Room will show up. It's cool, eh?"

"Yeah," Rose whispered. It was more than cool. It was breathtaking. It was perfect. And she was alone in a candle-lit room with her boyfriend. Scorpius inched closer to Rose on the love-seat, and she experience a set of chills that had nothing to do with the temperature in the Room.

"I really, really like you, Rose," Scorpius whispered in her ear.

"I like you too," Rose breathed, trying to calm herself down. Inside, she was jumping up and down and freaking out, but she tried not to let it show.

Scorpius leaned in towards Rose, his eyes closed. Taking a sharp breath, Rose said, "Wait a minute."

"What?" Scorpius asked, drawing back, looking surprised and hurt. "Do you not want to kiss me or something? Am I moving too fast for you? Or are you just afraid?"

"No, I'm not afraid," Rose said. "And you're not moving too fast. I do want to kiss you... It's just..."

"It's just what?" Scorpius asked when Rose broke off.

"You say this Room will change into whatever you want?"

"Are you changing the subject on me?"

"Answer my question, and then I'll answer yours."

"Fine," Scorpius said. "Yeah, the Room will become whatever you want or need it to be. Within limits, of course, but they're pretty far off."

"Good," Rose said.

"Why good?" Scorpius asked. "You didn't answer my question yet. Are you changing the subject on me?"

"No," Rose replied shortly. "It's just... I've always thought that kissing in the rain sounded really romantic."

Before Rose had finished her sentence, the armchairs, love-seat, candles, fireplace and music all disappeared, only to be replaced by a beautiful flowery meadow. Rose and Scorpius were standing hand in hand in a patch of lilacs, lilies, daffodils and roses. Rose glanced up, and the fluffy white cloud above her head suddenly turned grey and released a shower of light rain. She turned to Scorpius. "Now I'm ready," she said smiling.

He stepped closer, and it was almost too close. Rose's heart was pounding faster than it ever had, her fingers trembling. She too stepped closer. She could see every detail of Scorpius's beautiful face. The perfect symmetry of his pale, pointed features was astounding. His blond hair remained perfectly in place, as it had been before he had gotten wet. His grey eyes sparkled. Rose had never thought that grey eyes were beautiful, but then she had seen Scorpius. His eyes were the most beautiful she had ever seen. There were a lot of unsaid things in those eyes. There was fear, mystery, truth and lies. But there was also a fire illuminated behind those grey irises, and that fire was love. And that fire was directed at Rose, and her waiting lips.

If Rose had expected the kiss to be awkward, she had been wrong. It was perfect in every way. Scorpius's soft lips brushed across Rose's in a way that made her feel special beyond imagination. She held him tight, never wanting him to let go, as she kissed him back, hoping that he was feeling the same way as she was; elated, amazed, happier than she had ever been in her entire life. The rain poured down on them, drenching them, but, somehow, it made the moment that much more perfect.

After what seemed like hours, they broke apart. Rose's lips tingled. It felt weird, now, not to be kissing him any more, which was odd, since she had only ever kissed him once.

"We should get back to or dormitories," Scorpius said hesitantly, sounding as if he really didn't want to go, which was exactly how Rose was feeling.

"Yeah," Rose sighed. "I guess we should."

She must have sounded very forlorn, for Scorpius embraced her tightly. "I'll see you again tomorrow," he said. "I promise."

"I know," Rose said, "but Christmas holidays are coming up in a couple of weeks. Then I won't see you for three whole weeks. I don't know how I'll manage."

Scorpius laughed. "We just met in September, and now you're claiming that you can't survive over Christmas break without me," he summed up.

"Yeah, pretty much," Rose said, laughing as well. "I will miss you though," she added, more seriously.

"Me too, but we have a couple more weeks before we have to worry about that," Scorpius reminded her.

"Right."

"And right now, if we don't get back to our dormitories soon, Holtin will kill us."

Frank Holtin was the Caretaker at Hogwarts. He was known for his love of punishment, just as Argus Filch, the previous caretaker, had been (according to Rose's father).

"Right," Rose repeated. "Let's go."

She stepped out of the rain and shook her head. "I'm soaked," she stated. "What will I tell everyone? It's not like it's raining outside."

"Here," Scorpius said, pulling his wand out of his jeans pocket and pointing it at Rose. "Itnemaugua!"

Rose's clothes immediately dried, as did her hair. "Thanks," she said, smiling. "Now I'll do you." She pulled out her own wand. "Itnemaugua!"

Scorpius, too, dried instantly.

"Perfect," he said. "Let's go."

Scorpius walked Rose to the Gryffindor common room before kissing her hand, and, with a quick, "See you in Herbology tomorrow morning," he disappeared down the corridor.

Rose walked dreamily up to her dormitory, where she collapsed on her four-poster bed, exhausted, and fell asleep fully-clothed, dreaming sweet dreams of Scorpius Malfoy, the Room of Requirement, and sunny meadows.

A.N.- Sorry for the stupid chapter name, I couldn't think of anything better. The original chapter name is the one written at the top here, but it wouldn't fit, so the fanfiction chapter name was changed. Sorry for any confusion. I do love Rose and Scorpius though, they're so cute. :) I know they're a little young to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and to be kissing and all that, but I don't care, I still think it's cute. Itnemaugua is not a real spell, I made it up, it's just auguamenti, the water spell, spelled backwards. I didn't know if there was a drying spell or not, so I just used that. I would like to take this moment to congratulate Robyn on her new coral room, and to thank Cydney for her support. Without her urging me on, this chapter might not have been posted until the next day. :P So thank you Cyd.