Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter world or any of the other surprises that may come up in this chapter… :3 By the way, sorry this chapter took a long time! I've been EXTREMELY busy. Any – who, enjoy!
Note: Thank you, amortentiaaa, for pointing out some errors in my story. Zabini is not African American, just African or black (hits self) because they live in Britain. And I also think I did some of the scoring wrong in the Quidditch scene, but whatever. Bear with me!
8
Rose had successfully stopped the bleeding coming from her head and retreated to the safety of her dormitory. She locked the door and collapsed on her bed. I am eternally damning Melissa Baker…, she thought angrily.
When Melissa had forcibly dragged her from the Quidditch pitch to the common room, a huge mob of Gryffindors were waiting there for the team. They crowded around each and every member to ask them about the details of the match they could have missed from the stands. Lily and Rose got the most attention: Lily for winning the game, and Rose for taking over a broom.
Now that she thought back on it, the whole commandeering-Derrick's-broom thing wasn't that impressive. She just reached out her hand…
But she was set on eternally damning Melissa Baker for dragging her up to the common room and letting the entire Gryffindor house nearly suffocate her with questions and compliments. She hated being the center of attention for these reasons. Rose didn't realize making a miraculous move in a Quidditch match would give her that much attention…it wasn't like she had won the game…
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Rose sat up and looked around. Was someone trying to get into the room? Oh God, please! No more people! she pleaded internally.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Screech!
"What the…?" Rose looked around for the source of the noise.
Humans don't make screeching noises, she thought. Then, she turned towards the window and spotted a beautiful gray owl tapping against the glass. Rose walked over cautiously, and she slid open the window.
The owl flew in, hooting with pleasure as it dropped an envelope on her bed. She turned back around and ran over to her bed, lifting the letter.
Rosie. It was written on the back in Scorpius' neat handwriting.
Scorpius' owl! Her heart spluttered and she ripped open the precious envelope, hoping that whatever was inside was what she had been waiting for.
I'm sorry I kept you waiting. Meet me tomorrow night in the Great Hall at 10:00. Bring your cousin's Invisibility Cloak.
Love, Scorpius
PS, Try not to get trampled on TOO much by your Gryffindor fan club.
Rose rolled her eyes and smiled at the last words written on his letter. Too late for warnings, she thought.
Wait – how did he know about the cloak? She had never mentioned it. Rose shrugged it off, remembering she would interrogate him about that later. For now, she had the promise of a new meeting place written in black and white.
She quickly wrote her response and gave it to the owl. It screeched and flew out of the open window. She unlocked the door, giving her roommates the chance to come back up to go to sleep. She undressed and crawled into bed, her response playing in her head as she fell asleep.
I'll be there.
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"Scorpius, can you please tell me where we're going?"
"It's just a little farther, Rosie."
She scowled from underneath the Invisibility Cloak. Since girls are allowed in the boys' dormitory and Albus is a heavy sleeper (A/N: thank you, once again, amortentiaaa for the correction), it was really easy to take the cloak from him. Rose had met Scorpius down in the Great Hall as planned, but he didn't tell her where he was taking her.
"Scorpius, why won't you tell me?"
Scorpius laughed softly. "You are so impatient sometimes."
They came to a corridor and Rose looked around. "This corridor is empty. Scorpius, is this some kind of joke?"
He shook his head. "Really, you are impatient. Be quiet for a moment." Rose watched as Scorpius led her towards the end of the corridor, then back. Rose stumbled over his heels as he turned back around.
"Oops! Sorry."
He chuckled quietly and did the same thing two more times before looking in front of him and smiling. "It worked, Rosie."
"What worked?—Oh!" Rose looked in front of her in awe as she pulled off the Invisibility Cloak. Scorpius was smirking beside her and he grabbed her hand and led her towards the door that had suddenly appeared in front of them.
"How…?"
"I remember my dad telling me about this room. He had used it when he was at Hogwarts, though the reasons he used it for I'm not very proud of. It's supposed to appear when the user is in need of it." Then he squeezed her hand and smiled. "And we are in desperate need of a place to be alone."
Rose was so happy, but she also felt stupid. Of course her parents had told her about this room, but she had forgotten about it. At least Scorpius remembered. "Well, what are we waiting for?" She reached out her hand, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.
"Wow," she breathed.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," Scorpius whispered.
The room was transformed to look like a common room. A fireplace crackled merrily in the corner. The walls were painted in earth tones, very neutral instead of the house colors. There were couches, armchairs, and a table in the center of the room. The most enchanting feature of all was the bewitched ceilings, which looked like the one in the Great Hall. It was like a very starry night, and Rose could've pointed out at least ten shooting stars since the moment she looked up to see it.
"This is amazing!" She threw her arms around Scorpius' neck and planted a kiss on him. "I can't believe this is possible!" She ran over to the couch and sat down on it.
"The best part is that no one but us can get into this particular room," Scorpius said sitting beside her. He put his arm around her and Rose let her head rest on his shoulder.
"You're amazing too."
He smirked. "So I've been told."
Rose smiled; she was at peace.
"So did you tell your family I was coming over for Christmas or is it still going to be a surprise?"
The peace was over.
"I think we should leave it as a surprise…" Rose said slowly.
"Then again you did mention something about your family wanting to kill me. I'm not sure how an unwanted Malfoy showing up on their doorstep with his arm around you during Christmas unexpected is going to decrease their need to murder me. It would be better to tell them beforehand."
"You do have a point, but my father would probably want to prevent me from bringing you home if I told him beforehand."
"Okay…here's a new idea: just tell them you're bringing home a boy for Christmas. My identity can be kept a secret. At least they'll know to be expecting me…just not me, if that makes any sense."
"It does make sense. Alright I'll do it," she agreed.
"Okay." Then he reached over and opened up a drawer in the table. Inside there was parchment, quills, and ink. He gave Rose one quill and a piece of parchment. "Start writing, Rosie."
She groaned and he smirked. "I'll help you. Start with, "Dear Mother and Father—"
"'Dear Mother and Father'. My boyfriend is very impatient—"
"Seriously Rose."
"Alright, alright. Dear Mum and Dad, I can't wait to see you at Christmas! By the way mum, I got your letter. I won't write what she put, Dad (A/N: thank you, once again, amortentiaaa for the correction),but it was very interesting. Yes, I'm glad I'm making new friends too." Scorpius raised an eyebrow. She looked up and smiled. "What?" she asked innocently.
"'New friends'?"
"James wrote a letter when we started talking to each other decently. He wasn't very happy about the friendship…"
"I noticed. He has been giving me glares in the Great Hall."
"Yes, James is being…er…"
"Mean? Arrogant?"
"Well, sort of a…butt-head about the relationship he knows about."
He laughed. "Which is friendship?"
"Precisely. Now, where were we…? Right," she said and kept writing down the letter. "Speaking of friends, I actually met a nice boy. We're dating. He wants to meet you all, so he'll be coming over for Christmas." She hesitated. "How does that sound?" she asked him.
"A bit corny, but it will do. Continue."
"We're both really excited. I hope you like him! I know Christmas this year at the Burrow will be great. Lots of Love, Rosie."
"Well, I'll admit it's not your best work, but I'm still making you send it," he said smirking.
Rose scowled at him. "I hate you," she said.
Scorpius chuckled. "I love you too."
"'Love' is a strong word, Scorpius." Rose truly loved him, and she had said it back to him, but the words tumbled out of her mouth when she did. Then again, she had never experienced anything like this before.
"As is the word 'hate'." He pulled Rose into his chest and she happily lied down her head there. "I have never wanted anyone else but you, though," he said.
Rose stiffened. That comment reminded her of all of the girls who used to be Scorpius' girlfriends, and all the girls in the Slytherin House that flirted with him.
Scorpius sat up straighter and reached over to take the letter off of the table. He stuck it in an envelope and then handed it back to Rose. Rose stared at it like it was going to bite her. "Really, we don't have to send it…better yet, you don't have to come over for Christmas…"
Scorpius turned Rose around so she was looking at him. "Rose…do you not like me anymore? Because it seems to me that I am unwanted by you. Or are you more afraid that I'm going to get killed or something?" He said that last comment with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he flashed a smile.
Rose's bones melted and she turned a deep shade of red. As she struggled to talk, she kept saying incoherent answers. "Well…er, no, of course I still like you—I just—er—"
He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Rosie, don't you trust me?"
Damn it, she thought. "You cheat," she said, sticking out her lower lip.
"You're still sending it."
"Fine," she agreed unwillingly. He smirked triumphantly and twisted Rose around back into the position of her lying on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and they sat in comfortable silence in The Room of Requirement.
A/N: Yes, not my most exciting chapter. At least, I don't think so. Oh well. So, eventually, I am going to do a chapter on when she takes him home for Christmas, and I was wondering if I should do that chapter in Rose's point of view or….in Scorpius' point of view? YOU DECIDE! Now, go review. Please? I love you!
