Chapter seven

Scorpius POV

Scorpius didn't really know why he felt like someone had dumped rocks inside of him. He didn't get it, why did he feel this way, just because Weasley were going on a date with that McLaggen. It was not like he had feelings for the girl, no. She was not the kind he had pictured himself with, but so was also all the other girls at Hogwarts, and he didn't care when they went on dates.

Trying to ignore it he had turned to Lucy, attempting to have a normal conversation, but as he suspected it was in vain. She started to jabber away about how hard it was to find good robes in Hogsmeade that wasn't to expensive, since her old ones looked bad on her, and green wasn't really her colour, it didn't bring out her eyes.

Not to show her his uninterested expression he turned towards Rose again, only to see her leave with McLaggen, her face telling him how much she didn't want to go. A surge ran through him, something inside him wanted to go after them, yell at McLaggen that she wasn't interested in him, but then another thought hit him. She could hardly be interested in him either. And Scorpius, what did he really feel about her, it was nothing, he told himself as he got up to go.

When he came to the door he noticed that he was followed, Lucy and the Gryffindor girl that seemed to hang around almost where ever he went, walked a couple of steps behind him, eyeing each other like rivals. Groaning inwardly he speeded up his pace, but they noted this and did the same. He wasn't in the mood for this, and since he knew that at least Lucy was going to Hogsmeade, with or without him, and the other girl wasn't a Slytherin, he nearly ran to the Slytherin common room.

To be on the safe side when he got in, he rushed to the boys bedroom and quickly closed the door behind him, glancing Lucy searching for him behind a couch. He heard her sigh in defeat and leave the common room, and he felt relief wash over him. Maybe now he could have the day to himself and his thoughts. But this wasn't the right place to do so, because just as he lay down on his bed the door swung open and in tumbled another Slytherin boy, entangled with a girl, and they fell right on the bed beside Scorpius.

"Do you mind?" Scorpius annoyed turned to them, but the only response he got was a not to friendly wave towards the door.

He banged the door extra hard and then left the common room, thinking that he could go to the library and do some homework, now that most of the people at Hogwarts were visiting Hogsmeade.

They had gotten an essay to write for professor Goldstein, who had got the job as teacher in History of Magic, but together with the old professor Binns. Professor Goldstein was hired by the headmistress since he could teach the students about newer events, which he was a small part of, since he was at the battle of Hogwarts and had more interesting methods of teaching.

He wanted each sixth year student who took his class to find information about at least one person that helped to bring Voldemort down.

As Scorpius walked to the library he thought about whom he could write this about, several students was nearly done, choosing obvious persons like Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley or Hermione Granger. But Scorpius wanted something extra, someone no one would think of.

When he got inside the room, he quietly walked to the back, where no one would come and disturb his train of thoughts. Then he started to look for books, and there was lots of them, he had to go two rounds to get some of them, but not close to all.

Opening the first one, a thick book that had been used by many, he scanned the pages. The same things that he always had heard, the same people.

As he turned the pages his mind started to wander off, off to a sunny smile, blue eyes and red brownish hair. Quickly he shook his head, clearing it out. Why did he keep doing that, he had to focus.

Soon he had every book open and spread out all over the desk he was sitting by, still he had not found something, his eyelids were getting heavier, he rested his head in the crook of his arm, feeling relaxed and letting himself get carried away to a place were there was peace.

Rose POV

Rose couldn't stand it another minute; Paul talked about anything and everything involving his father or himself. She felt like she was going to burst, something he didn't seem to notice.

"My father could have been the best keeper in Britain, or the world, but he wanted to spend time with the family, that's why he works at the department of Magical games and sports now." He looked proud over having such a great dad, who would sacrifice something like that for his family.

Rose was stunned, what sort of conversation was this, he just kept talking about how fantastic his dad was, and he didn't care if she listened. She had not said a word in the least ten minutes, since he had jabbered on so much.

This were going just as she thought it would, straight down. They had come to the Three Broomsticks now, and Rose felt that she would need a big bottle of fire whiskey if the date would continue in this manner.

They found a table in the middle of the room and then Paul went to buy the drinks. At the same moment he was gone among the crowed Rose heard her cousin Albus whisper in her ear.

"How's it going, his not coming on to you or anything, is he? Don't look around… I said don't look around! I'm under the cloak, Neville said that I couldn't come here this weekend, after that incident that we are not talking about anymore, don't laugh!" Rose had tried not to star laughing as Albus had reminded her about when he had tried to fight a Snargaluff with a jinx, which turned out to create green, sticky slime. This shot right out from the wand and hit several students before professor Longbottom could fix it. The slime had then hit Jenny in the face, Rose in the back of her head and Scorpius right in the chest, Charlie who was quicker than the others had taken cover under a desk and was laughing so hard that he could barely breathe.

"But what are you doing here then, alone?"

"Well, since you ask… Lily has extra quidditch training because of the upcoming game against Hufflepuff so I don't have to worry about her, and as you know, Hugo is on the team too…"

"Like anyone wouldn't know, he declared it the second day."

"Yes, don't interrupt. That leaves you on a date, and when your brother can't watch out for you, your dear cousin will."

"I swear, you are like dad, and your dad too."

"What don't you do for those you care about?" He smirked, and then he said in an even lower voice. "He's coming back, and you know it's only like an hour or two left, not that big of a deal."

She discretely punched him in the ribs with her elbow, but hadn't the time to do more damage, because of Paul's arrival.

"I bought you a sparkling water; you know it's straight from those mountains far away. Much better than butter beer or anything like that."

"But you have a butter beer." She looked at him, his smile didn't seem to fade by the statement, and he answered with a shrug, and then started to talk about quiddith this time.

Sighing she took the glass to her lips and drank her mountain water, which tasted exactly like regular water from a tap.

The time past slowly by and at last they started to head back to the castle. When they got to the door Paul took her in his arms and kissed her, then he told her that he would be waiting for her by the portrait, he just had to patrol the corridors and then see so that all students were back at the school.

As he hurried of Rose had to wipe her face with her sleeve. "God, his like an octopus." She really didn't want to meet him anymore that day; she had had enough Paul McLaggen so it would last her for at least the next weeks to come.

Deciding that the only place Paul would never set his foot in voluntary, the library was the best place; she spurted up the stairs and almost ran into miss Pince, who gave her a warning look.

Apologising she slowly walked along the shelves, into a darker section, where there only was one desk to sit by, and it was occupied.

Walking closer she could hear faint snoring and as she got up behind the apparently sleeping person she saw that it was Malfoy.

She had to admit that he looked kind of cute, his blond hair falling slightly down over his eyes. But she pushed that thought aside, wondering if she should wake him. Weighing the pros and cons she decided that maybe he would wake up soon, without her having to do anything.

Rose slowly took one of the books out of Scorpius grasp, wanting to know what he was reading, there was a page with her parents and uncle, waving at her and smiling. Smiling back at them she glanced at his notes, there was a list with names, almost all of them was partly erased, she realised that it was the assignment they had gotten from professor Goldstein, and also that Scorpius seemed to have trouble about picking someone to write about.

A sudden sound from Malfoy made her drop the book, and it fell right on her left foot, cursing out loud, she didn't think of the sleeping Scorpius beside her, he jumped up from the chair, yelling.

"Where the hell are they?!" He calmed down and noticed Rose standing on one leg, inspecting her foot, and then a screechy voice could be heard in the library.

"That is enough, you two watch your languish and get out of here! Students is trying to learn!" This was an exaggeration, since Rose and Scorpius were the only students there, but they both quickly got out from there.

"What were you doing, Weasley?"

"I don't know, hiding from…" More she couldn't say before they heard a blood freezing scream.