Back again, unfortunately Scorpius did see :(
Bad times for Rose...

I have promised no more cliffhangers unless absolutely necessary! Hope you like it that way :)
I'm so sorry for the long wait, struggling with writers' block :(

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What have I done?

I took a step back from the beast in Kestrels' robes. I squinted at the beady brown eyes staring at me, I tugged at the hem of my dress. He smirked and I swear he licked his lips. Crap crap crap crap crap!

I turned on my heel and saw Anna and Lily stood in awe staring at me.

"What did you kiss Ben McLaggen for?" Anna hissed, pulling off her own glittery mask. She dragged me away from the window and towards the door. I looked over my shoulder and scanned the room for Scorpius. There he was with a glass in his hand, throwing drinks down his neck like his life depended on it. Shit, he saw it.

"Of course he saw it, everyone saw it!" Lily said. Did I say that out loud?

I continued to watch him, I saw Al walk over and pat his back. Scorpius turned and looked over to me, our eyes locking. It was the first time I had ever seen emotion in them. Even from across the room I could feel the pain. He looked so disappointed, and I felt so guilty.

"I thought it was him!" I moaned, clutching my head. Too much firewhiskey? Obviously. The first step to recovery is admitting that something is wrong.

I am Rose Weasley and I have a problem. Not a drink problem. A big scary Gryffindor keeper problem. Merlin save me.

"Maybe it's time we leave," Anna said, taking my hand. "Any chance you can do damage control, Lily?"

Lily nodded before disappearing into the crowd.

"Rose!"

I heard Ben's voice, the cocky arrogant voice that I hated with all my guts. I was an a flurry of panic, my eyes darting around for a place to hide.

"Get me away from him!" I quietly squeaked; Anna tugged me down the staircase.

We stumbled down the deserted corridor, the noise from the party quietly fading. The sky was cloudless and the light of the moon cast a dim glow over the school. We kept a brisk pace; luckily Ben didn't follow us. We reached the Portrait Hole and climbed inside after answering the riddle.

I let out a long spurt of breath; I hadn't realised that I'd been holding it. I collapsed into a chintz chair and began unlacing my boots. Anna followed suit.

"You know," she said, pulling her legs up to sit on them, "you could use this to your advantage."

"How?"

"Well, Scorpius is probably really jealous."

"No shit, shrivelfig."

"Play it up a bit, flirt with Ben."

"Excuse me," I said, "I wouldn't touch Ben McLaggen with a fifty foot broomstick!"

Anna flashed a mischievous smile, nodding in agreement. Ben McLaggen was even more irritating than Jared, and that's some achievement.
As students started to return to the common room, we got up and headed for the dormitories.

"Well, I don't know what to say, Rosie. You've got one hell of a mess to clear up."

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Sun peeked through the curtains of my bed and shone in my eyes, stirring me from my sleep. I began muttering various profanities at the light as I rolled over and pulled my duvet higher. Somewhere in the room I heard the groan of Anna doing the same.
There was a light humming sensation in my head; a reward for the night before. Still, it was better than my other reward: a huge metaphorical pile of dragon dung to clear up. No amount of Ravenclaw wit could get me out of the shit this time.

After what felt like hours of tortuous sun and strange humming; I knew that I had to face breakfast. I pulled on some jeans and walked down to the Great Hall with Anna, rubbing our eyes and clutching our throbbing heads.

We joined the Gryffindor table to see what looked like a group of Inferi.
James' face was practically in his cereal; Albus' head actually flat on the table. Lily and Hugo looked surprisingly upbeat, but they hadn't really drank anything but butterbeer at the party. We sat down in empty spaces on the bench and began getting food.

"I'm never … drinking … again." Al grumbled. Lily giggled.

"I barely saw you touch a drop last night." I said, giving him a puzzled look.

"Well I wasn't drinking; but then you put on a lovely little show and Scor decided that he needed a drinking buddy. Man, that guy can hold his drink."

Oh.

"So why did you kiss Ben?"
I turned to my left to see my little brother staring up at me. His eyes were wide and judgemental. Chocolaty doe-eyes looking up in wonder. I suddenly felt even more guilty.

"I…"

"Mind if I sit here? Thought not."

I was interrupted by someone pushing James to the side and squeezing in between us. James didn't even look up from his bowl. I felt an arm wrap around me and I couldn't help but shiver. And so it began.

"What are you doing here, Ben?" I asked with a look of disgust across my face.

"Well this is the Gryffindor table. I am a Gryffindor. Ergo, I am sitting here." he smirked.

"But why here? Can't you sit with your friends in your own year?"

I use the word 'friends' loosely here, I don't know who could stand this muscular lump of arrogant ego.

"James is in my year."

He slapped my cousin on the back, making him cough and splutter, but finally look up.

"What about next Saturday then, eh? Gryffindor, Ravenclaw? I'm sorry, Babe but I have to put my sport before my women."

Babe? What the hell, Babe? What am I, some talking pig that thinks it's a sheep?

I shrugged his arm off and stood up, stomping away. I reached the door, still fuming, and looked up to see a Slytherin look back.

"Scorpius, I'm …" I began.

"Sorry? What for? You haven't done anything wrong, you can do whatever you like. Because you are the Rose Weasley."

The Rose Weasley? What the hell?

His air of nonchalance hurt me, not even a hint of pain in his eyes. He stepped past me, walking off to the Slytherin table. I saw Al get out of his seat and walk over to him, but Scorpius didn't seem to be co-operating, he just picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet and began to read.

Damage control didn't seem like it would cut it this time.

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"C'mon, it was a simple mistake! They were wearing the same costumes for Merlin's sake!"

It was Wednesday morning and I was sat at the back of Defence Against the Dark Arts with Al; speaking in hushed tones as the Professor rummaged through his notes.

"Ro, McLaggen was wearing Caerphilly Catapults robes." Al sniggered. Shit.

"I was drunk? Both costumes were Quidditch robes? Both were wearing green? Are they good enough excuses?" I blushed, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

Al laughed at me, my blush deepened and I could feel my ears burning.

"Mr Potter? Miss Weasley?"

We looked up to see the rest of the room looking at us, the Professor tapping his wand at the board anxiously. I fought back a smile and glanced at Al to see the corner of his mouth twitching as he too held back a laugh. He leaned towards me to whisper in my ear.

"Alcoholic."

"Am not!"

"Then why does McLaggen think you're his new 'woman'?"

"He's deluding himself, drawn in by my vampire charms." I flashed a smile at him, holding my hands out like claws and pulling the weirdest face I could think of.

It was getting harder to hold back the laughter, our bodies were shaking as we grinned down at our parchment.

"Touché dear cousin, touché. With a face like that you're sure to reel them in, Ben is a lucky man."

I punched him in the arm lightly, but he still yelped in surprise.

"Mr Potter, Miss Weasley! I will not ask again!"

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So there you go, another chapter. Terrible to write, wasn't sure what to put in it at all...

Should really sort out a plot sometime soon, can't keep working like this :(

Defiantly going to write about the quidditch match next time, Rose getting all angsty when confronted with McLaggen on the pitch.

Hope you still love me

Lemon Cheese

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