Draco's POV:

"Dear we received a letter from Scorpius, or rather I did," Draco's wife Astoria said, "He never writes home. I can't imagine what it's about."

"Hmmm," Draco replied not really interested. The crinkling of paper alerted him that the letter was being opened.

"Oh!" Astoria gasped.

Draco was surprised when he looked up to see the letter on the table and tears in his wife's eyes. Astoria tended to be a sensible person; she was not typically so emotional and so Draco question the content of his son's letter.

After scanning the letter briefly for any misconduct on his son's part he was briefly proud of Scorpius for listening when he talked about letter writing protocol and then became concerned over his wife's reaction of a request for a piano drill book.

"Why honey did a simple request make you cry?" Draco questioned softly not wanting to upset his distraught wife any further.

"It's a long story. Someday you'll realize it but it's not my story to tell and I don't even think I could." Astoria replied.

Draco watched in silence as his kind wife stood up and walked out of the room to get the requested belongings. She came back to the table, found packaging paper, quickly wrapped some paper and books and sent their owl on it's way with a neat package. Draco gazed at his wife from the table as she watched the owl fly out into the dusky evening.

Rose's POV:

It was Hogsmead weekend and Rose was glad of it. It had been a long week and she wanted to relax in a quiet castle with out anyone staring at her.

Originally she had thought of doing some shopping with Albus, Scorpius and Jasmine. However, Albus had finally worked up the nerve to ask Jasmine out and so that left her and Scorpius. The new plan then was for the two to go shopping together, but then Scorpius had received a strange parcel at breakfast and had rushed off calling to Rose that he was not going to go to Hogsmead this weekend.

Rose decided that whatever was in that package was very important and decided not to make a big deal of it. She wanted a weekend off.

Rose lay in her bed planning for a long day of reading when she realized that there was not going to be another Hogsmead weekend until after the masquerade dance. She needed to go Hogsmead. Rose ran around her room. She put on a pair of forest green leggings and a peach sweater dress. She found a pair of gold flats under her bed and a mint green knit hat. Rose grabbed her wallet and rushed out of her dorm, out of the castle and into Hogsmead where it was absolutely filled with Hogwarts kids.

Rose went past the stores that had girls lined up into the streets. She walked all the way to the edge of Hogsmead where the second hand, designer and artesian stores were located.

Lovegood Dresses, Shoes and Accessories were one of the best stores for balls and events. It was almost unknown to most of the wizarding population but to the few that wore Luna's clothes she was nothing less than the best. Some of the clothing was eccentric and was worn by a few famous Muggles. One went by the name Lady Gaga. According to the Muggleborns Rose knew she was a big deal.

Rose entered the shop and found that it was alive with color. Rose wandered through the quirky dresses in the front where she came to a counter at the back of the store where a slim blond woman she knew sat reading a Quibbler upside down.

"Hey, Rosie," Luna said dreamily not looking up from her paper, "I knew I would be seeing you soon. How are your parents?"

"Good, they-''

"Black and white, not very flattering for a red-head, no?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Don't worry Rose, everything will be done in a few minutes."

"I wasn't worried Luna."

"I know dear. It's just a nice thing to say. Do you want shoes?"

"Yes of course. Why did you ask?"

"Well mine seemed to be forever disappearing at Hogwarts so I figured you might not want that problem."

Rose smiled to herself remembering the story Uncle Harry told about Luna's shoe problem.

"I think they fixed the problem."

"Oh that's good dear. The dress is done, it's in the changing room."

"Luna, you didn't even leave the room. How is it done."

"I had it done before you even came, I just wanted to chat with someone."

Rose smiled at Luna's sentiment.

"I'll come back again then, even if I don't need a dress."

"Don't you worry dear, I'm fine."

"I wasn't worried Luna." Rose smiled again at the repetition of that phrase.

"Well go on try on the dress to make sure you like it and as always it's free of charge, friends discount."

Rose waved as she went into the dressing room knowing that Luna would have probably wandered off by the time she had finished changing. She always loved chatting with Luna, no matter what they talked about she always felt like she learned something even if it was not obvious.

Rose's dress was on an armless and legless manikin in a spotlight in the dressing room. It was beautiful. It almost seemed to have a fire lit with in. It had a simple sweetheart neckline with and inch wide straps one was black the other was white. The two colors started out rich and then blended together in the middle in a pattern of zigzags. The dress had sideways pleats, just two ever six inches. The underside was a shocking red and rubies were nestled subtly in the folds of the dress. The dress was form fitting and came down to about four inches above her knee.

Rose carefully slid the dress off of the manikin after tossing her clothes carelessly on the ground. She slid the dress carefully over her head and was excited to see the result. The zipper in the back zipped itself up and blended into the fabric leaving no seam. She felt the dress shift and mold to her skin. Rose turned around and gasped at the results. Her curves were accentuated and her hair looked like it glowed due to the ruby accents. Her legs looked long, her arms toned and thin. Luna could work miracles.

Rose looked around the dressing room for shoes and a mask, which she knew Luna had most definitely made. She spotted them on a shelf. The boots were a deep red, so deep they seemed black they came up about five inched above her ankle and had a small heel. They were made of a weird material, which was extremely soft leather. The mask was grey with accents of a deep red at random spikes and a few rubies; it only covered her eye area and the beginning of her nose.

Rose put the mask and the boots on and looked at the completed look. She now stood at 5'10 and was complete unrecognizable even to herself. She beamed at Luna's dress and accessories. Rose smiled to herself and thought; Well Luna you've done it again, perfection in every way! Rose only needed to worry about her makeup and hair.

Rose slid off the gorgeous dress, shoes and mask. They floated into packaging and were tenderly wrapped by invisible hands. They then shrunk down to perfect carrying size. Rose finished getting dressed and grabbed the packed. Everybody did always say good things come in small packages. As she was walking out she noticed a note on the counter that started with Rose.

Rose,

There is a hair and makeup shop two doors down on the left. Send me a picture of the dance.

-Luna

Aww how sweet, she thought of everything, Rose through to herself. Rose glanced at the clock in the store, which was brightly colored and covered in feathers and was shocked to see that an hour had passed. She rushed out of Luna's store calling goodbye as she left.

Scorpius's POV:

Meanwhile Scorpius cried over a piano. He sat in a completely grey room with a single glowing white piano: the Room of Requirement. The atmosphere was so dramatic that he could not even bring himself to play the first note.

His heart felt weak and his hands would tighten even when his hands just ghosted over the keys, not even playing any notes. He was terrified of what playing again would feel. It would hurt like a newly healed skin tearing open again and then that new gash would feel like it was on fire because someone poured pure alcohol into it. The only problem was this was not his skin it was his heart, his soul, his essence. What sane person would want to do that?

Scorpius slammed his hands down on the piano bench. He winced as the wood dug into his palms causing angry red creases. Tears ran down his cheeks not from the pain in his hands but what he was afraid of.

Scorpius stood up suddenly the wooden piano bench fell over with a loud echoing clonk in the empty room. He grabbed the papers and books of the piano and threw them angrily across the room. He tore them in half as he threw them. He never wanted to see black notes dance across white paper ever again. Why would he ever start with sheets he was so stupid. When he played last he did not play from a piece of paper he played mindlessly and from his hidden passion within. Why would he even imagine that he could find what he was looking for in a thirty-page drill book? He did not need to remember how to play; he knew that he would never forget.

Too afraid to even pause Scorpius bent over the piano standing he angled his hands over the keys. At first they just trailed over the snow-white keys like a weeping willows branches but then all of a sudden anger of being scared hit him the soft delicate notes poured into deep and resonating playing. It was intense. Scorpius felt like flames were running up and down his whole body, but they were not painful they were scorching flames of fervency.

All of a sudden the adrenalin died down and he played softly. Almost like a lullaby, it was calling him home; he could almost feel a gentle breeze blow through his hair cooling his thoughts. He smiled to himself and happy tears ran down his cheeks.

Scorpius walked out of the white room that seemed to be almost alive now leaving the shredded papers behind. He knew that he would never need them again.

Ashley's (Scorpius's ex from the train) POV:

Although Landon made her feel much more appreciated than Scorpius ever did she was still angry about the fact that he would degrade her so much in front of Landon when they broke up. Sure she had cheated but everybody knew that she and Scorpius would never stay together. Everybody also knew that they were just using each other purely for a physical relationship. Why else would the two of them ever be together? They always argued and fought otherwise.

Since Scorpius had called her, "just a good fuck" on the train she had been harboring some resentment towards him and decided that with the upcoming ball she could mess with his mind a little. She knew that he had feelings for that sad little excuse of a girl Rose Weasley. She had known since one time Scorpius whispered Rose's name while they were having sex. Seriously, she thought, what party girl slut could ever be a start quidditch player? No girl, that's who. She was going to be a huge failure in the public eye!

With that fact in mind Ashley decided that Rose was going to "get" a boyfriend. It would be just enough to put the already seemingly distraught Scorpius into a state of hysteria. Ahhh, this will be fun to watch.