A/N: Random song for an even more random chapter. This is to make up for not posting for basically a month. I've done nothing but write fanfiction tonight, and I'm ready to turn off the computer. This chapter is rated T, just for some references. Please review!

Evacuate the Dancefloor – Cascada

Rose drummed her red fingernails on the hardwood table frustratedly, directing her brown eyes at the ceiling. Scorpius looked on, amused. Who knew that his girlfriend of two months could be such comic relief?

"Scorpius," she said through gritted teeth, "I am trying to work here. We have a very important Transfiguration essay due this week. I would like to do well on it. Stop distracting me."

He put his chin on his hand and blinked, feigning innocence. "Me, distracting you? Why, Rosie, I'd never." Scorpius turned a page in his own book, scanning the information there.

Out of the corner of an eye, Scorpius saw Rose scribble something on her parchment, stare at it, and cross it out again.

"I mean, it's a weekend!" Scorpius exclaimed suddenly. "A Hogsmeade weekend and you're sitting here in the library, writing an essay!"

"You're sitting here, too," she pointed out. "You could go if you wanted. I wouldn't be offended." She chipped the nail polish off one finger carelessly.

"But I want to be with you," he moaned.

Scorpius could see her fighting not to blush, and he broke into a triumphant grin. "Fine, I'll let you work. But Professor McGonagall better appreciate all the time you've spent on this essay."

Rose raised an eyebrow and glanced at her watch. "We've been sitting here for twenty minutes, Scorpius. That doesn't constitute as spending time on it."

"Oh, psh."

Rose turned her attention back to the essay, and Scorpius leaned over the small table, staring intently at her. Two of his fingers lifted a cork-screw curl from her shoulder and started unraveling it, letting it spring back to life. Scorpius grabbed one of Rose's small hands in one of his own, and he ran his fingertips over her painted nails. "When did you start painting your nails?"

Rose's eyes strayed to her fingers and back to her textbook. "Oh, Lily painted them."

Scorpius grinned. "Did you know that the color red is an aphrodisiac?"

Rose's quill froze on the parchment, her arms tensing. Scorpius resisted the urge to burst out laughing as her cheeks turned bright red. He stretched out a leg and ran his foot up and down her calf.

Rose shivered. She looked up, making eye contact with Scorpius, and grinned. "I guess the essay can wait."

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Moon