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I've been reading many Draco/Astoria fics and if you haven't discovered them yet I suggest that you give them a go.

Thank you a million times for all the reviews! I can't believe the number of people that are reading my story.

Haylomissymoo: Your name is Annabelle as well right? That is the best name (of course I'm biased) especially when it's spelled correctly ha-ha!

I've decided that there should be a winner for the little guessing game I started.

The-writing-vampire and Inali Grimalkin you win a virtual trophy, because you guessed what Scorpius was holding correctly.

I thought a lot about what should go into this chapter, and to commemorate the double figures, I decided that something very special will be in this chapter.

Rose's tale

Chapter 10

Rose stared in disbelief at the two broomsticks clutched in Scorpius' large hands. Scorpius himself looked visibly nervous and backed away from Rose.

"You know I hate heights. What are you thinking? Just because you got me an incredible gift doesn't mean I'm going to fly a bloody broom!" Rose exclaimed in a hushed but angry voice.

"Rosie, I didn't want to upset you, I just want you to have a go." Scorpius whispered, not wanting to wake the many sleeping members of Rose's family that were in the house.

"Listen here. If I tell you a fear I don't want you trying to help me overcome it." Rose said walking towards him and poking a finger in his chest.

Scorpius just gave a small smile.

"But isn't that what friends do Rose? They try and help their friends; they assist their friends if they have a problem." He said.

Rose glared at him, she was the one who wanted them to be friends and he knew it. Mentally cursing him, Rose grabbed the ancient Firebolt and walked in the direction of the Potter's house. Scorpius followed and when they reached halfway he stepped over his broomstick and took to the night sky.

He had always loved flying, ever since his Father had bought him his first broom at aged eight. It was a toy broom but he had loved hovering a few feet off the ground and zooming round the huge woods that sat behind his house. His father used to play broom catch with him but Scorpius had developed a keen eye from an early age. This helped him become seeker in third year for Slytherin.

Scorpius ignored the yearning to keep flying and peered down at Rose, she was gazing at the broomstick in her hands, her pyjama's was fluttering in the freezing December breeze and she looked visibly frightened.

Scorpius swooped down and landed next to her. Pulling off his hoodie he wrapped it round her and took the broom from her hands. He ignored the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and pulled her closer.

"Get on and hold on." He said ordered.

Drawing in a deep breath she climbed onto the broom and snaked her arms round his waist. Scorpius took off and tried to concentrate on flying, instead of the feel of Rose's face buried in his neck.

Rose opened her eyes slowly and yelped when she saw how high in the air they were. Gripping even more tightly onto Scorpius she looked up instead of down. The sky was littered with bright glowing stars. The moon illuminated the land below with its bright light, and suddenly, Rose wasn't afraid anymore. She knew that if she fell then she would surely die or at least be horribly injured, but looking at the stars and gripping onto Scorpius, she felt surprisingly safe.

Scorpius felt Rose relax behind him and he smiled. He dove down to where he left the other broomstick and landed gracefully.

"Ready to try it on your own?" he turned and asked a calm looking Rose. She grinned and grabbed the other broomstick.

After taking to the air for the first time in eight years, Rose realised that she had been missing out. The air that caressed her hair felt wondrous and the flipping sensation that occurred in her stomach when she twisted and turned was invigorating.

Scorpius watched as she dipped and dived as if she had been flying her whole life. He grinned as she started to spin in a complicated corkscrew pattern, which was a bit advanced, even for him. But he started to worry when she plummeted to the ground and still hadn't pulled up. Realising that something wasn't right he leapt on his broom and shot towards her.

The impact was terrible.

Rose's broom wasn't behaving, it had started to spin and twist. Then it plunged towards the ground, she tried to pull up but the grass kept coming nearer and nearer. She saw a shock of white blonde hair before she only saw black.

Scorpius felt Rose hit his broom as he tried to catch her. He succeeded but their combined weight knocked him backwards. His limbs tangled with Rose's and he hit the ground. The force winded him and it took him a few minutes to register that there was an unconscious Rose sprawled across his body.

Scorpius sat up and pulled Rose onto him, she had scrapes all over her arms where she had hit the ground but looked otherwise unharmed.

"Rose." Scorpius breathed, "Please wake up, c'mon Rosie for me? It'll be my Christmas present." He joked but his breathing quickened with fright when she didn't stir.

Rose blinked and looked to see Scorpius gripping onto her tightly. He had a badly bleeding cut above his eyebrow and a split lip.

"Scorpius. Get off me you big oaf." Rose grumbled and pushed him away. Instead of moving back he pulled her closer so she was on his lap and he hugged her even tighter.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry! The broom was so old and they sometimes malfunction. Does your head hurt? We can see you Mum if you want isn't she a healer? I know you'll never fly again now so-"

Scorpius was cut off by Rose laughing, loudly, her head was thrown back and mouth was stretched wide in a beautiful smile.

"Never fly again?" Rose snorted in a very un-lady like fashion. "I will fly again; it was only a bit of a bump!" Rose sighed and finished laughing.

"Wait…You're going to fly again?" Scorpius asked. Rose nodded her head.

"Will you enter the tournament?" He asked with a huge grin on his face.

"I will if you teach me some more, and let me clean up you injuries." Rose grimaced at the blood running down his face.

They got up and mounted the non-malfunctioning broom together and flew quickly back to the house.

When they reached the house Rose collected all the medical supplies and began to clean the cut above Scorpius' eye. They were very close together and Rose had to tiptoe to reach him. He was at least six foot two and she was barely five foot six.

After cleaning the cut on his eye she put some healing salve on it and watched as the skin knitted together instantly. Then she did the same to his lip.

"Thank you Rosie." Scorpius smiled as she cleaned the scrapes on her arms.

When they were done they both started to walk up the stairs.

Just as they reached the first step they both stopped suddenly. No matter how hard they tried they couldn't move. Rose peered upwards and saw a small sprig of enchanted mistletoe.

"Oh no." She whispered and Scorpius turned to look at her.

Rose looked up again and he caught sight of the mistletoe, hanging in the air. It was enchanted so that it floated around the house, claiming its victims in an unbreakable bubble until they kissed. Rose looked at Scorpius and placed her hand on his cheek.

"This is a one-time thing." She whispered before gently pressing her lips to his. The kiss was quick and sweet, but unforgettable.

The bubble broke and Rose pulled back, she bit her lip before running up the stairs. Leaving Scorpius utterly confused, but in his own bubble of unbreakable happiness.

DUN DUN DUUUUUN!

That bloody mistletoe eh?

I hope you enjoyed it, what do you think they should do next?

More late night flying lessons?

Maybe I should fast forward to Christmas?

Suggestions are more than welcome. :)