For the first month of dating, things went very well for Rose and Scorpius. It shocked everyone. Nobody had expected them to last that long.

But after a month, things seemed to take a turn for the worst. Their bickering started up again.

Of course it wasn't nearly as bad or as often as before. And it never took them long to forgive each other. But it still happened.

"That's not right," Rose said, peering over Scorpius's shoulder at his Potions essay.

"Stop reading over my shoulder," he snapped, annoyed.

"But the sentence you just wrote down is wrong," she said.

"That's because I can't concentrate with you breathing down my neck, Rose. Go do your own homework."

"Fine," she huffed. "Sorry for trying to help you get a good grade."

Scorpius sighed and turned to look at her. He immediately felt like a jerk when he saw the hurt expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, holding out his arms.

She allowed him to pull her into a hug.

"It's okay," she said, as he planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Now," he said, pulling away and turning back to his essay, "what was it I did wrong?"

Rose smiled. "Just let me pull up a chair, this could take a while."

A few days would pass without any arguing and then something else would happen.

"Rose, do you know where my tie is?" asked Scorpius, as he came downstairs into the common room one morning, where Rose was waiting for him to go to breakfast.

"Why in the world would I know your tie is?" she asked.

"I thought you might have seen it. I think I left in here somewhere."

"It's not my responsibly to keep track of your possessions, Scorpius," said Rose.

Scorpius couldn't help but think that she sounded exactly like his mother.

"I'm not saying it is," he replied, rolling his eyes. "I was just wondering if you'd seen it. No need to scold me."

"I wasn't scolding you."

"It sure sounded like it."

"This is stupid, Scorpius. Why are we even arguing about this?" Rose said.

He sighed. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," she said.

Then one night in early April, right before the Easter holidays, Scorpius didn't show up for their nightly rounds.

The next morning Rose stormed into the Great Hall, looking around wildly. And there he was, sitting at the Slytherin table, reading the newspaper and calmly sipping coffee.

She marched over to him, ignoring the stares from the other students.

"Where were you last night? We were supposed to do rounds."

"I was busy," replied Scorpius, not looking up from his paper.

"Busy?" Rose repeated coldly.

"Yes," he said, failing to elaborate.

"I see. And what exactly were you busy with? A girl?

Scorpius finally lifted his head to look at her, his eyebrows raised.

"Are you accusing me of cheating on you?" he asked, his voice low.

Rose remained silent.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes.

"I have never cheated on a girl in my life," he said. "And I don't plan on starting now."

He stood up suddenly, pushing past her, and headed for the door.

She followed him out of the Great Hall.

"Scorpius, wait. I'm sorry!" Rose called after him.

He turned around.

"Rose," he said, "if you can't trust me, then how is this relationship supposed to work?"

"I do trust you," she replied.

"Obviously you don't," he said, glaring at her.

Rose felt her eyes tearing up.

"Are you breaking up with me?" she said quietly.

Scorpius's expression softened slightly.

"No," he said. "But I think we need to take a break. That way we have time to cool off and think things over during the holidays."

"A break?" said Rose, a thousand questions zooming through her head.

What did that even mean? How long would this break last? What if he decided he wanted to make the break permanent? Could he see other girls during a break?

But all she said was, "Okay."

Scorpius nodded. "I'm glad you agree that it's for the best," he said.

I don't agree, Rose screamed in her head. But she kept quiet.

They both stood there awkwardly for a minute, unsure of what to do or say, until Scorpius broke the silence.

"I'll see you in a week, Rose," he said. Then he turned and walked away.

Rose stood there, watching him go, her tears falling freely now.

A hand touched her shoulder, startling her.

She turned around.

Albus was stading there. He held out his handkerchief to her.

She grabbed it, wiping her eyes and nose.

"Thanks," she sniffed.

"Come here," he said, pulling her into a hug.

She buried her face into his shoulder.

"How much did you hear?" she mumbled.

"Enough," he said. "I heard about the break."

She cringed at the sound of that word.

"But, Rosie, it's gonna be okay. It's just a break. You'll work things out."

"You don't know that."

"He's crazy about you, Rose. There's no way he's gonna let you go for too long."

"Thanks, Al," she said. "You're the best cousin in the world."

He grinned. "Right back at you, Rosie. Now, come on, it's almost time to go. Just think of the Burrow and Grandma's cooking for an entire week. That should cheer you up."

Rose smiled. "That does sound nice," she said.

Well this chapter was kind of sad. I hope you still liked it. Don't forget to leave me a review!