Chapter 7

Kindly Refrain from Being You

AN: Hey guys. I am sososo sorry I didn't update earlier. To make it up to you, I'll make this long. I think I want to marry Al. I'm such a loser.

Scorpius POV

"What a…a…A JERK! How can someone do that? It's so bad!" I was shouting.

Al was just sitting on his bed flipping through a Quidditch magazine.

"Dude, you've been yelling about this for two weeks. Even Rose isn't this upset about it."

I looked up. "Rose-Rose, is okay?" I stammered.

Al nodded.

"…Oh."

"Yeah. Now stop being an idiot, and go out there. You're girlfriend keeps asking me where you are."

I looked at him blankly. "Girlfriend?"

"Amy!" Al yelled at me.

"Ohh, yes, yes, Amy," I said, ever so wise.

"Yeah, now get your dumbness out of our dorm, and go find her," Al said, before pushing me out, and locking the door.

As I walked through the Common Room, hands in my pockets, I got a lot of 'Hey Scorp!'s. I was surprised to find a lot of people had missed me, and even more shocked when Rose ran right into me, and fell right on her butt.

I lent her a hand. "You alright there Flower?"

"Yeah, thanks," she breathed, smiling at me. Then it kind of turned into a frown. "Listen, will you meet me at the kitchens around 12?"

I chuckled. "Am I getting this right? Prefect Rose Weasley, soon to be Head Girl, is asking me to break the rules?"

"Yes, I am. So can you?" she smiled tentatively. I saw though, her smile didn't reach her eyes. Her beautiful, blue eyes were hurt. That much I could tell.

"Yeah, I can."

"Okay, see you then." And with that, my best friend had disappeared.

I walked outside the Portrait hole, and almost immediately got tackled.

"Scooooorp!" Amy jumped on my back.

If I didn't play Quidditch…

"Hey Amy!" I greeted her.

She slid off my back, and hugged me; it was an awkward hug, she didn't…Fit in my arms, the same way Rose did.

"I missed you," she sighed into my chest. "It feels like you took Rose's break up harder than Rose," she laughed. "But I think that's sweet of you."

"She's my best friend. I owe it to her," I replied, the top of her head brushing against my nose in an annoying fashion.

"Let's go," she giggled, pulling me to a broom cupboard. I wriggled out of her hand. "What's wrong, Scorp?" She had a shocked expression on her face.

"It's not that I don't want to do that, it's just…Let's do something else," I said, nervously rubbing the back of my neck, which was beginning to heat up: something that happened when I was extremely uncomfortable.

"Um. Like what?" Amy asked incredulously, as if there was nothing to do in Hogwarts other than snog. It was beginning to get on Scorp's nerves. In fact, everything about Amy was getting on his nerves. He wasn't seeing any of her good qualities, just the bad ones. In fact, Scorpius was using all his willpower to not say, "Kindly refrain from being you."-

"You know what Amy, I just don't think this is going to work…" Scorp said, ready for the bad reaction. She just shrugged, nodded, and said (quite chirpily!), "Okay!" before walking away.

Scorp shook his head. He didn't get women. He checked his watch: 10:00. He had two hours to do his homework, before meeting Rose.

Rose POV

I was reading.

In a way.

My book was upside down.

I was too busy thinking, and my dorm mates knew better than to bother me when I was thinking.

So they let me read my book.

Upside down.

But whatever.

I wasn't thinking about the hero of the book, with his charming smile, and twinkling blue eyes, or the damsel in distress, with her black locks, and lovely lips. I wasn't thinking about anything.

Except for Goyle, dang it!

He was such an arse-wipe! Why did I let myself fall so easily for him, when the signs that he was a creep were so obvious?

"I should have listened to Scorp," I muttered. Speaking of, what time was it?

I checked my watch, accidentally spilling a glass of water in the process. I used my wand to clean it up, before heading out; it was 11:45.

I may be clumsy, but I was a Weasley, and if there was one thing a Weasley can do, it's sneaking around. I managed to make my way to the kitchens without one incident. I'm proud of myself.

I got to the painting of the fruits, and tickled the pear. As it swung into the kitchen of Hogwarts, I breathed in the smell of food.

Then I looked around.

Sitting in a chair, staring reproachfully at a chocolate éclair, was Scorpius Malfoy. His blonde hair was poking out awkwardly at the back, a clear sign that something had gone wrong –he likes to rub the back of his neck.

"Scorp," I spoke.

He smiled vaguely. "Hey Flower. What's up?"

I bit back a smile. I'd never admit it, but I loved it when he called me Flower, it made me feel pretty.

"I just wanted to thank you for—" I was cut off.

"Rose Weasley, if you're about to thank me for saving you from that git, then stop talking! I will always protect you. You don't need to thank me for it," he spoke angrily.

I nodded. I believed him, I always felt so safe around him, like nothing could go wrong when I was with him. I don't know why I felt that way with him. There was only one other person who could make feel that way, my dad, Ron Weasley. I guess it's because Scorpius is my best friend…

We spent the rest of that night in the kitchen, daring the other to eat weirder and weirder things. I can honestly say, that that was probably the best night ever.