This chapter isn't the longest, but something very interesting happens. Please leave any ideas in the reviews, I love reading your feedback… enjoy!


"Have I made the instructions perfectly clear?" The class mumbled unenthusiastically as a whole. "Good. Alright this side of the class here, go and get all of your ingredients first, and when they are done, the other side may go. And no shoving, Mister Belby!" Professor Melinda Bobbin rolled her eyes as several older boys pushed at each other to get to the cabinet first.

Scorpius looked up from his table with Quinn, watching as Rose patiently waited for everyone else. to go first. He didn't get up until she was at the back of the class alone, fetching her ingredients, telling Quinn he would grab his for him. The tall boy stood behind her and she carefully picked her supplies, making sure his presence was unknown. Rose jumped and gasped when a warm hand reached out and grabbed her cold one, as she felt a body's warmth inches away from her. "It's me," Scorpius leaned forward and whispered huskily in her ear.

A beautiful smirk formed on his lips as he watched her small body visibly relax, ever so slightly leaning back into him. "Oh," was all she said, trusting his voice and not bothering to look back and check it was him.

"Meet me tonight at seven?" His breath blew across her face, making her shiver and squeeze her hand around the bottle she was holding. Scorpius watched over her shoulder as she bit her lip, smiling, and nodded shyly. Rose was secretly thrilled, it was the first time he had asked to spend the night with her since he apologized days ago. "Good," he said as he trailed his fingers up her arm to her elbow, before stepping away and losing all contact together.

Rose bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot as she made her way back to her seat next to Elliot. But he noticed. "Now, is Advanced Potions really that much fun," he joked to the girl who was considered 'The Brightest Witch Since Rowena Ravenclaw Herself'.

The rest of the class Rose could hardly concentrate on any of her work, and was horrified when she realized she had almost ruined her entire potion. She continued to recall the feel of his breath on her neck, unbeknownst to Scorpius watching her every move.


Rose forced herself not to become agitated as she listened to her brother's twenty minute story about how he 'destroyed' another fifth-year Slytherin in a duel during DADA class that day. "And then, he fell to the floor, all whining and shit. And the whole class started cheering me one, it was sick. You should have seen it, Ro." Hugo said as he lounged on his sister's couch, eating all the chocolate their grandparents had sent her.

Normally, Rose would be appalled that someone was eating all of her beloved sweets, but she was more than eager to get to Scorpius that night. Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, seeing it was ten minutes to seven. "That's great, Hugh, I'm sure dad and mum would be so proud." She said enthusiastically, a bright smile on her face. "Um, not that I'm not thrilled you stopped by, but I actually have somewhere I need to be in a quick minute."

Taking the hint, Hugo stood, shoving as much chocolate into his mouth as he could, brushing crumbs off his lap. "Say no more," the lanky auburn hair boy muttered out with his mouth completely full. "See ya later," he said casually, letting his long legs lead him out with the wave of his hand.

Rose sighed when he was finally gone, rushing into the bathroom before she left. Five minutes later, after speeding through the corridors, the Ravenclaw was in their room, staring out one of the huge windows into the night. Scorpius silently entered a few minutes later and found Rose in the same spot, with her back facing the door, not having heard him arrive.

The brunette was humming quaintly to herself, a song that had been stuck in her head for days, twirling a silky strand with her slim fingers. Scorpius smirked, easily recognizing the tune. He silently snuck over to the sleek black piano, sitting himself on the bench. Rose gasped loud when she heard her humming come to life, hearing the pretty notes fill the air.

Whipping around she found the handsome Slytherin at the piano, effortlessly playing the delicate instrument. Walking over to him, Rose couldn't help but smile, letting the music fill her. Scorpius grinned when she sat on the other side of the bench, her eyes transfixed by his long, pale fingers. Rose was amazed at how easily he seemed to be playing, his hands a blur from their speed, stroking each key passionately. She quickly became addicted to the vibrations of the music, every sound better than the last.

The song ended with one long, sweet key and Rose sighed contently. "Scorpius, " she whispered, looking up at him, "that was beautiful."

"As are you," he kept his voice dangerously low, his eyes locking with hers. Rose's side was brushing against his with every breath she took, and she could feel the warmth he always radiated. She had never been that close to anyone, she realized as she observed every tiny aspect of his face.

Scorpius could smell delectable chocolate on her breath with each puff of air she blew on his face, driving him bad. Reaching out, he used his large hand to gently cup her cheek, smiling when she leaned into it. Rose's heart began to pound in her chest, and her hands shook as they held each other in her lap. Scorpius slowly, painfully slowly, leaned forward, only stopping when their noses touched.

He looked deep into her large blue orbs, his thumbs stroking her cheek softly. "Can I kiss you," his low voice made the burning in Rose's pit to return, causing a foreign sensation to erupt inside of her.

"Yes," Rose had barely whispered when Scorpius' lips were suddenly on hers. Scorpius had to stop himself from fully indulging himself, knowing he had to take it slow with her. Her lips were heavenly smooth, and her scent encased him fully. Rose internally gasped at the feeling of his hard, yet soft lips on hers. She could taste the spiciness of his scent on him, causing her head to spin. Rose had never experienced anything so incredibly strange, her body ached for his touch.

When Scorpius finally pulled away, Rose's eyes were glazed over, and there was a delicate pink lighting her cheeks. She smiled timidly at him, and he caressed his thumb over her full pouting lips. Neither of them said anything, letting the sensation of the kiss wash over them, feeling each other's breaths brush the others face.

The couple didn't speak any other words the remainder of the night, enjoying each other's presence more than ever. Scorpius couldn't help but feel like the man with the jackpot who flew over the moon. And Rose could feel the burning of his lips on hers, even as the evening faded into night. They snuck secret glances at each other, laughing when they caught their eyes.

When the night eventually became too heavy they both sighed, knowing they would have to depart. Scorpius stood from his spot next to Rose on the cozy couch, grabbing her hand and helping her up. He pulled her so she was flush against his chest, her hands going to his upper arms. "Goodnight," he said softly, leaning down and kissing the very corner of her lips.


"My boy is back!" Luciano shouted enthusiastically into the hall, making several younger years jump at his booming voice. Slinging his arm around the tall blonde, Luciano smiled at all the students daring enough to look at him. The trio of Slytherin boys were making their way to DADA, both Luciano and Quinn more than thrilled that Scorpius seemed back to normal.

It was the day after Scorpius had his astounding kiss with his little witch, and he felt invincible. He had kissed many girls, and slept with a few of them, but the small kiss he shared with Rose made him forget all of the others. Both boys noticed how peculiarly happy Malfoy had been that morning, and had asked no questions. "Settle down," Scorpius warned his exuberant friend, hiding a smirk.

Luciano just winked, "ah fuck you, Malfoy." The boys all made their way into the class, seeing most of the students already there. The desks were missing, and Scorpius immediately knew they would be practicing that day. He instantly began to worry, not for himself; he was a spectacular dueler, but for his little Rose.

It was a well known fact Rose Weasley was one of the poorest dueler of their year, her parents' phenomenal skills skipping her and going straight to Hugo. Albus Potter seemed to have similar anxiety, he looked like he was trying to block her petite body from everyone in the class, his normally cheery person set on edge.

"Alright," Professor Blackband's authoritative voice shouted over all the conversations, the class silent in seconds. "As you undoubtedly noticed, we are doing our weekly dueling session today. Now, this afternoon we will be completely silent! Only nonverbals will be accepted." Looking around Otto Blackband smiled at all the annoyed faces of his students. "Very well, let's not waste anymore time. I want only females with females, and males with males. Houses must be mixed!"

Scorpius watched as Albus immediately grabbed Rose's arm, pulling her tight to his side, his eyes threatening anyone who looked at her. "Potter," Blackband yelled when he saw the pair, "you won't improve with her. And I said only males! I want you with," the man paused, looking around the room. Scorpius' eyes threatened his professor when he saw him peer at himself. Blackband only smiled back, "Mister Malfoy."

Quinn chuckled when he heard that, and received a hard punch to his back when his blonde mate passed him. Albus reluctantly left Rose, moping as he made his way to the opposite side of the room with his enemy. "And Miss Weasley," Blackband spoke to his kind natured student in a softer tone. "You can work with Miss Barber," Rose nodded, although wanted to protest as the thick girl made her way over to her.

Alania Barber was one of the few, maybe the only, people who had ever disliked Rose Weasley. The Hufflepuff had always been extraordinarily cold towards the delicate Ravenclaw, no matter how friendly Rose was. Alania smiled evilly at the slightly cowering girl, her greasy black hair falling into her face. "Ready, Weasley," the girls nasally voice asked teasingly, drawing her wand.

The room was quiet aside from the shuffling of feet, and occasional grunt of frustration. Scorpius kept his wand trained on Albus, silently shooting spell after spell at him. The Slytherin was easily the best dueler in the class, and he hardly needed to think as he continued his attack. He had to admit, Potter was putting up a good fight, as most students would be down after a couple of moments. Their duel was strong, some of their classmates stopping to watch the incredible fight.

Scorpius peered his eyes over at Rose, as he had been doing every couple of seconds, checking on her. He knew Barber wasn't a notable dueler, but it didn't take much to attack Rose. His eyes returned to Albus as he quickly shot up a shield to block his 'Avifors'. Both boys instantly dropped their spells when they heard a familiar voice yelp, turning just in time to see Rose's body slam hard against a wall. The delicate form crumbled to the stone floor, her body instinctively twisting into the fetal position as pain throbbed through her.

"Wand down, Barber," Blackband yelled when he saw Alania raise her wand at Rose, yet again. The professor rushed over to the small girl, Albus kneeling beside him seconds later. Both men helped Rose up, and Scorpius sighed when she smiled meekly and said quietly how she was alright. Her over protective cousin wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her sit on a bench pressed against a wall.

Professor Blackband sat next to the shaken girl, "that you may be, Miss Weasley. But I would prefer for you to sit the rest of this class out." Rose nodded, feeling uncomfortable with the entire classes eyes on her, and Blackband noticed. "Back to work all of you!" Looking to Albus, who hadn't moved, he said, "that includes you, Mister Potter."

The Gryffindor stood up, looking thoroughly appalled, "you're not even going to punish her?" And for the first time in forever, Scorpius silently agreed with Albus Potter. Alania just smiled, and Scorpius' eyes darkened as he watched another Hufflepuff, Samuel Walter high five her.

Scorpius felt rage fill him as he watched the scene, his wand shooting out dangerous sparks. The class had now returned to their duels, and before Potter had reach him, Scorpius silently shot a spell at Walter. The force of Scorpius' 'Sectumsempra' hit Samuel like a strike of lightning. The Slytherin hadn't realized what he had done until it was too late, but even then he felt no guilt, as he could only feel his anger.

Samuel Walter dropped to the floor, choking and coughing up the blood that had already began to block his airway. Deep slashes cut through the boy's torso, blood seeping all over the floor. Several screams pierced the silent air, grabbing the professor's attention. "Dear mother of Merlin," Otto Blackband shouted as his student started shuddering and convulsing.

There was a sick splashing noise when the man knelt next to the boy, in a pool of his blood. The class crowded around, and Blackband had his wand out in seconds, murmuring, "vulnera sanentur." When the wounds on Walter started closing slowly, Blackband called out, "Miss Weasley."

The small girl shoved her way through the crowd, a determined look on her charming face. The class watched in awe as Rose waved her hands over the boy, too quiet for anyone to hear. It looked as if she was bringing him back to life; blood ran back into his body, color returned to his cheeks, his breathing regulating.

Scorpius watched on with unkind eyes, knowing Walter didn't deserve to be healed, especially not by Rose. He wanted Samuel to suffer, more than he had.

"Class dismissed, go to your Houses until your next period," Professor Blackband rushed out, levitating the boy and dashing out of the room. Scorpius wanted to yell out when he saw Rose follow him, hot on his heels, but knew she was too kind not to go.

The class emptied out quickly, with the rumor of Samuel Walter quickly making it's way around the school. Luciano went on with Zoee, leaving Scorpius with Quinn. The pair made their way back to the dungeons, and when some time passed, Quinn finally spoke up. Making sure they were alone, he said, "I know it was you."

"What are you talking about," Scorpius spat at him, his heart rate speeding up dangerously. He kept his perfect emotionless mask, though.

Quinn scoffed, "don't play dumb, Scorpius. You were the one that cursed Walter. And don't try to deny it," he was quick to say when the blonde went to protest. "You are the only one I have ever known who can successfully cast Sectumsempra. Never mind you're the only one fearless enough to do it." Scorpius stayed silent, and Quinn knew this was his confession. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but I know you did it for her."

Scorpius' chest twisted painfully, he was sure Rose didn't want anyone to know about them yet. And he wasn't sure he knew how to describe their current relationship, as he didn't even know what it was himself. "I'm not sure I know who you are talking about," he said slowly and daringly.

His shorter friend rolled his mismatched eyes, scoffing, something very unlike him. "I'm sure you don't, Malfoy." The brunette smirked deviously at his best mate, walking away as they entered the common room.