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Scorpius leaned his head against the cool window of the Hogwarts Express and sighed heavily. He could barely keep his eyes open. The Christmas Holiday had been draining to say the least. He was ready to kill his mother and father.
Malfoy Manor sickened him. It was so cold, dreary, and dismal after being at Hogwarts. Everything about his childhood home screamed dread and pain. There was nothing warm about the cool stone walls and floors. Nothing comforting about his king size bed or the fluffy bathrobes he used after coming out of the shower. Nothing about Malfoy Manor was warm.
Malfoy Manor wasn't home anymore. It was just a dark, cold building that he had to sleep at during the Holidays.
Suddenly the door to his empty compartment banged open. A blue backpack, Rose's backpack, was thrown in, spilling it's contents all over the carpeted floor and a red headed girl catapulted herself at him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and hugged him tightly.
"I missed you so much." She said into his shoulder.
He breathed in her delicate, flowery scent. Her soft curls tickled his collar bone and her thin freckled arms wound around his neck. This was home. Not some house with a big door and stone pillars. No. When Rose Weasley laced her fingers through his; that was home. Rose was home.
Sorry, it's been awhile and this was short. Please review. The more reviews I get, the quicker I'll update.
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