A/N: Sorry it took so long again. I finished it, then accidentally deleted the second half. Anyway, enjoy! x
Keeping their relationship between themselves, Louis and Lysander was not nearly as simple as Rose and Scorpius had hoped. Of course, Lysander couldn't lie to Amelia, and Louis blurted it out to his entire dormitory when he ran away the night the couple came together. Therefore, the news had spread, and four days later, even the ghosts were discussing it as they slipped silently through walls, eavesdropping on various conversations.
Naturally, Hugo and Albus responded poorly to the revelation; over the next few weeks, Scorpius had to seek refuge behind suits of armor and polish his shield charm so as not to spend his Easter break in the Hospital Wing. Lily and Freddie both collected twelve galleons from James, who regularly threw menacing glares in Scorpius' general direction. Only Lysander and Amelia seemed genuinely happy to see the two together.
Even the teachers struggled to hide their displeasure; Professor McGonagall's face turned twelve shades of furious red when the pair entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, fingers entwined. Noticing the Head's unhealthy color, Scorpius had proceeded to tilt Rose's chin toward him and kiss her lips softly. The reaction disappointed no one; the Headmistress fell off her chair at the High Table and accidently dragged a jug of pumpkin juice with her.
A week later in the staff meeting, Professor McGonagall addressed the situation to the faculty. It was rare that the professors paid any interest to the romantic lives of the students, but this was a unique state of affairs ."I am confident that each and every one of you is aware, by now, of the relationship between Mr. Malfoy and the eldest Miss Weasley. I would like you to consider this when giving detentions, for example. I believe that you, Neville, issued them with the task of repotting mandrakes or similar on Saturday evening, and returned two hours later to find the in a rather compromising position under your desk."
She glared pointedly at the well-like Herbology teacher, as though he was to blame for teenage hormones. Neville shuddered at the memory; he'd been unprepared and had almost given himself a heart attack that night. It had really not been a worthwhile detention; they may have been caught dropping Kappas in plastic bags into the First Years' pockets, but the chore hadn't even been completed, and Neville was too shocked to keep them on.
Lysander was lying in bed asleep – as was most of the castle at three in the morning. He was peaceful; dreaming about flying pygmy-puffs, because really – who doesn't? He was awoken by various repetitive noises emanating from above him.
It sounded remarkably like a fight taking place at first, but when he listened closer, he could hear the overly passionate moans which could only feature in sexual activity. Lysander, unlike the rest of the boys in his dorm, did not cover his ears ant turn green or start laughing.
Instead, he looked instantly to the bed which was usually occupied by his best friend. As expected, it was empty. He rolled his eyes, and hoped to Merlin that they got caught; he was not a morning person.
Rose stood in the middle of the Divination classroom. She had a flowing sheet wrapped tightly around her, held up by one hand. The other flicked her wand around the room, sending various objects crashing to the floor, and creating suggestive thuds.
She struggled to keep from laughing; it had been her idea to forge a sex scene, and it was working even better than she'd anticipated. Scorpius could be heard in the next room lobbing crystal balls at the door before repairing them. After about half an hour, Rose heard people start waking up below.
The soft mutterings between friends all over the castle steadily mounted to a low buzz that could be heard where they were. They continued trashing the place until they heard footsteps approaching. Rose ran back to the teaching desk at the corner of the room and grabbed the map which they had left open. It indicated that there were three people who were on their way up the stairs to the classroom.
Her cousin James was one of the three, and was accompanied by Professor McGonagall and Argus Filch. Mrs. Norris could hardly be considered a person, but she was marked as well. She put her wand to her neck and whispered, "Quietus" and her voice had returned to a normal volume, "Scor, get in here." She hissed, not looking up. The crashing of crystal globes stopped instantly, and she heard the creeping footsteps until he was beside her.
She looked up at him, to meet his 'concentrating face', this meant that his brow furrowed and he stared down at the parchment in her hands, not to be disturbed. She waited patiently, watching as he occasionally brushed the stray dark lock out of his eyes. Eventually, she got tired of just standing there; James was speeding up and nearly at the trapdoor which would expose them.
"Well? Scor they're nearly here! What do we do?" she whisper/shouted. They had perfected the art of keeping their voice low despite their agitation or nerves. If they were to avoid detection, they had to speak quietly enough so they wouldn't be found.
But right now, Rose was struggling to contain her irritation. She wasn't exactly looking forward to James seeing her in this position. Even though she and Scorpius hadn't done anything as such, it was unlikely that James would believe her, especially considering their current attire.
"We don't do anything. Seriously, Rose, what are they going to do? Unless you have some spectacular spell up your sleeve – metaphorically – that will enable us to turn invisible or fly without a broom, we should just try and lie our way out of it. It's no big deal; we've been caught before." He shrugged, as though this really wasn't a big deal. Unfortunately, Rose disagreed.
"Have you seen who's on the map? James is with them. Do you have a death wish or something? And we've been caught too many times; this is a really bad one to be caught on. What if they owl our parents again and tell them what we were supposedly doing?" she spoke in desperation, trying to convey the danger of the situation they'd cleverly gotten themselves into.
Scorpius just smiled slightly, his eyes unfocused as he imagined Professor McGonagall try to put into words what she suspected they'd been up to. That would be a letter worth reading, especially over his father's shoulder. Nothing could be more entertaining than that.
He was distracted from this delightful image by Rose snapping her fingers repeatedly in front of his face, clearly impatient. Being the overgrown child that he was; Scorpius decided to play along, making his face as blank and expressionless as he could. By not blinking or implying that he was aware of her presence, he merely angered her more.
Rose continued pushing and flicking her boyfriend, trying to get any kind of reaction out of him. Nothing. "Damn it Scor. There's a time and a place for this." She muttered under her breath. Seeing no other alternative, she reached up, and kissed him quickly, hoping to surprise him back into reality. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and kiss her back with such force that she was totally immersed.
"Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley; well I should have guessed." The couple broke apart, splitting across the room like shrapnel at the sound of the Headmistress' voice. "Are you aware that you have woken up the entire castle with your…antics?" she shrieked, though managing to keep her voice to a relatively low degree.
"Ah, damn!" Scorpius slapped his hand across his forehead. "That's what 'Sonorous' does." He rolled his eyes as if he'd been really stupid. "I knew it had something to do with the voice…" he trailed off into a thought which probably didn't exist.
"Uh, yeah. We were just practicing and got a little… distracted." Rose added with the appropriate amount of embarrassment. She and Scorpius were extremely talented actors now and they were rarely caught out for lying.
"Yes, we had established the distraction." Professor McGonagall spat, her eyes throwing lightning bolts. "Would like to enlighten us as to why you are here at four o'clock in the morning."
"Neither of us could sleep so we figured we'd brush up on our charms. This room seemed adequate since it was far away. Of course, one thing led to another and…" Scorpius shrugged, gesturing wordlessly with his hands to get his point across.
Rose bit her lip to prevent from laughing. Even at the worst of times, he still managed to take the piss out of the circumstances. "Yeah, we're sorry for waking everyone up. And for any mental scaring we may have caused." She said seriously, looking dead into the Headmistress' eyes.
"I see." She said sharply, bluntly, not buying any of it. "Mr. Filch and I were on our way to the source of the… disturbance, and we came across Mr. Potter." She gestured for James to talk. "Mr. Potter, I believe you have your own opinions on the situation?"
"Uh, yes." James spoke for the first time, looking unnaturally uncomfortable. "Could I speak with them alone, please, Professor?"
She looked at him frostily. "I suppose so. Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley, I will see you in my office at ten this morning. We will have no repetition of this incident, you may rest assured." The Headmistress glared at them, before gesturing to Filch to leave.
James rounded on them, and Rose braced herself for a total bollocking. James was not known for holding back, and she feared his reaction far more than Professor McGonagall's. "Rosie, you have a hell of a lot of explaining to do." He told her gravely, voice dripping with disappointment.
Rose felt guilt wash over her, she hated that she had upset one of her favorite cousins. She opened her mouth to apologize. "No, not to me." James stopped her, "I know you weren't actually going at it, but you might want to convince Hugo of that."
Rose's shoulders relaxed; she was relieved that James, at least, understood but was also nervous; he clearly wasn't finished. "Which leads me to my next point." He continued, "I was going about my business; hiding Freddie's Defense essay – that kind of thing, when I hear some very interesting noises." He winked knowingly at them, "brushing over that swiftly, Hugo comes down and asks me what it is – poor, naïve child – and I tell him that it is probably you two.
"Naturally, he takes this as confirmation that you are doing stuff that your father would not approve of, and heads towards the portrait hole, ducking so as not to hit his abnormally large head on the ceiling. I, being the friendly, responsible, mature cousin that I am full body bound him and came here myself to inform you that it was quite a pitiful attempt."
"HEY! It was not pitiful! McGonagall swallowed it, didn't she?!" Scorpius yelled indignantly, speaking for the first time since the three were left alone. Rose jumped at his sudden outburst, and he rested his hands on her waist, reflexively trying to relax her. James' eyebrows raised at the gesture, and his gaze drifted to the younger boy's hands.
Scorpius followed his line of sight, and knew that he was probably imagining Ron Weasley's reaction to it were he present, but he still didn't move. James smirked, but carried on speaking, "McGonagall swallowed it because she overlooked the details which I picked up on since I am such a perceptive human. For example, your clothes – or lack thereof - I know the Divination department is totally off its head, but it is yet to produce nightwear for couples. Wait a couple years, they might introduce a 'His Hers' range." He shrugged, evidently enjoying this.
Rose blushed and Scorpius' hands tightened on her waist as he grew uncomfortable. James' smile grew and their uneasiness; he may have understood what they were up to, but it didn't mean he liked seeing his cousin in some guy's arms. "Come on, go to bed. You might as well get some sleep. It's four now, so if you go back now, you can be relatively conscious to see McGonagall at ten.
Of course, if you'd rather be totally pissed now and visit her with a killer hangover, I'm sure I can convince the firewhiskey in my trunk to help you out. But don't drink too much; I think she'd appreciate it if you could at least string a coherent sentence together." James was obviously considering retracting his offer.
"No, no. We will take our punishment sober thanks all the same. I'm not really into the whole pain thing." Rose assured him, hoping he wouldn't push the matter. It was one thing to pull pranks on the castle as they slept, but a whole other to break the law. It wasn't technically a wizarding law, but muggle ones often applied – murder, for example was frowned upon, to be euphemistic.
"Hey, how'd you get firewhiskey into the –"
"Let's go, Scor." Rose dragged him through the trapdoor before he could get them into more trouble. She was tired, and really not up for an interrogation about underage drinking.
A loud boom echoed throughout Ravenclaw tower at nine o'clock. Lysander watched as Scorpius flew two feet in the air, tried to catch himself, missed his bed on landing, and twisted himself inside his sheet before plummeting gracefully to the floor.
"FUCK YOU, LYSANDER!" he yelled, as he slowly got to his feet and got over the shock. He swayed slightly on the spot, his eyelids drooping. Lysander raised the trumpet to his lips again, and the dark haired boy's eyes flew open and his hands covered his ears.
Lysander lowered the brass contraption and grinned. "Sorry, mate. Didn't wake you, did I? see, I had a slight dilemma in that I usually practice here around this time and you are usually up already. But you were still sleeping and I didn't have the heart to wake you – unlike you did me at three am." He wore a mockingly sympathetic smile.
"Oh you…I swear I'll…DAMN YOU SAND." Scorpius shouted, unable to form an entire insult. He grabbed his clothes from the back of his chair and stormed from the dormitory. Lysander watched, grinning to himself. Payback's a bitch.
A/N: Let me know what you think. I apologize for Scorpius' colorful language, but wouldn't you be the same under the circumstances? Please review! x
