Chapter 13

The next day, I woke up early. I put a jacket over my pajama top, since we don't have much heating in the Burrow. I walked out of my room, careful not to wake my sleeping cousins (we had separated where we slept by team, so that nobody could be pranked during the night), and make my way down the narrow staircase. When I arrived in the kitchen, my eyes could barely believe themselves. The only two other people up were my grandmother and Malfoy. The two of them sat at the kitchen table, and it seemed as though Nana Molly had just told a good joke, as Malfoy was laughing really hard. There it was again, his real laugh. So. Attractive.

"Speak of the devil, Rosie!" Nana Molly exclaimed as soon as she saw me standing in the threshold of the kitchen.

"You were talking about me?" I asked them absent mindedly, walking around to prepare myself a cup of tea.

"Oh yes, your grandmother was just telling me some funny stories about you when you were younger," Malfoy sad casually, though I could here the amusement in his voice. I turned around, and glared at Nana.

"What did you tell him?"

Just a few stories here and there that I thought he'd find entertaining," she replied, obviously not noticing the glares and smirks now being exchanged between Malfoy and I. "Rosie, what time is it now?" she asked, and I checked a clock.

"8:30."

"What? We have to get breakfast ready, and we aren't going to do that by ourselves! I'll go wake up some more people; the two of you start chopping the fruit for the fruit salad. And," she looked at us hard in the eyes, "I don't care if you are almost 17, you will not use magic. Understand?"

We both nodded, knowing that crossing Nana Wealsey as the last thing anybody wanted to do. She left to get more helpers, and Malfoy and I turned to look at each other. The fact that we were alone in the kitchen again didn't go unnoticed by either of us, but we ignored it. I walked over to the refrigerator and took out all of the fruit. I placed it on two large cutting boards, and set to work, followed by Malfoy. We worked in silence, with our arms brushing each other occasionally. More family members slowly started filing into the room, muttered good mornings while stifling yawns, and set to work on whatever Nana Molly gave them. They all started quiet conversations, which was apparently Malfoy's cue to start one with me.

"So, you used to run around the house naked?"

"You need some lessons with conversation starters," I sighed.

"Did you? Mrs. Weasley said that-"

"I have no interest in that this early in the morning, and I have no recollection of running around naked, but my family says that I did, so sure, I did."

"I don't think that it's fair that I got to miss that," he smiled evilly.

"Really not in the mood Malfoy."

"Fine, fine," he sighed dramatically.

"Like your pink boxers, by the way," I smiled.

"Yeah, I decided to dress just like you told me to."

"You do realize that I was making all of it up to distract you?"

"Just because you needed to distract me doesn't mean that you lied about that."

Our elbows bumped together again, this time causing me to push some strawberries off my cutting board. We both leaned down to get them at the exact same moment, and our heads hit hard against each other.

"Ow!" we both shouted.

"Are you alright?" Nana asked frantically, examining both of our heads.

"Yeah, fine," we mumbled.

"Wow, that was the classic romantic moment were you both go down to get the same thing and end up running into each other," Lily laughed. I stared frantically at her, as if warning her to not bring up anything romantic about Scorpius and I. I really didn't need his smirk right now. I hate being set to work right after I wake up. Everyone in the room noticed the look, including Malfoy.

"Are you alright?" Malfoy asked, fake concern dripping from his voice. He walked over to me and took my head in his hands so he could look at it. Because of our height difference, this caused his lips to become perfectly even with my eyes, and it was as if I couldn't look anywhere else. His lips were smirking of course. No doubt, he had positioned himself so that this exact thing would happen. He released my head, and whispered without moving, "Nope, seems fine." His breath landed on my face, considering he was just a few inches away. When he did move his head, I couldn't stop looking at his lips. Even though I knew that practically my whole family was watching, I didn't care. His breath was minty fresh, and there was nothing that I wouldn't give to be biting lightly on his bottom lip-

"Weasley?"

"Hmm?"

"What is so fascinating about my mouth?"

"Nothing."

"Well then why can't you stop staring at it?"

"I'm not," I mumbled, then realized that I was. I quickly jerked my gaze away. "I'm not," I repeated, sounding surer of myself.

"You two seem like you might've hit your heads a little two hard. You would normally be screaming already," Nana said. "How about you go and de-gnome the garden? Get a little fresh air."

"Nana, I'm fine. And I don't need to spend any more time with him than I did yesterday."

"You two were only together in the morning," Nana pointed out.

"Yeah but..." I thought quickly, "Any time with him is a waste of time."

Uncle George took this moment to interrupt.

"Rosie, we need a gnome to go on top of the tree! It's tradition!"

"Can't Malfoy do it?" I whined, realizing that I must sound pretty pathetic.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets one for the tree," Malfoy laughed, and grabbed my hand, forcing me upstairs.

"We have too change, it's freezing out, but meet me out there in ten minutes, okay?" Malfoy asked, though it wasn't a question. It was a command.

"Why did you hold my hand in front of them?" I whined again.

"Don't worry, nobody noticed...except maybe your dad..."

"WHAT?"

"Ten minutes Rosie, meet me outside."

And he just walked off. I glared at his back, and then turned around and slammed my door behind me.

I decided that if Malfoy was going to make me go outside on a freezing day, I could at least make him regret it. I put on a tight tee shirt and skinny jeans, something I was sure he would notice if he really does watch me as much as he says he does. Then, I got things like a winter coat, mittens, a hat, scarf, etc. I carried these things out and down the stairs so that I would put them on at the door. I merely stood there for a few moments, waiting to hear Malfoy's footsteps. The moment I heard them, I started to put on all of my winter gear, so that when Malfoy finally reached the door with me, I had on only my tight clothing, a scarf, and my hat. I was about to reach for the mittens, when I felt him standing very close to me. So, I leaned up and looked him right in the eye.

"Is there something wrong, Malfoy?" I asked innocently. His eyes were surveying my body closely. It was satisfying, seeing him dressed in all pink.

"Yeah, actually there is," he informed me, not sounding embarrassed.

"What is it?" I asked, taking a step closer to him. We were now only a few inches apart. Instead of making me look up at him, he kindly knelt so that we were eye to eye. Yep. Malfoy did something kind!

Before Malfoy had time to give me an answer, the door to the kitchen swung open, and Al, Lily, and Fred walked out. Malfoy and I sprang apart quickly, and I leaned down to get my mittens, looking like that was what I was doing the whole time. None of them noticed how close we had been, because they had been turned toward each other, having a discussion. They did, however, notice the guilty look on both of our faces, and the fact that Malfoy's eyes were still on me.

"Hey, Scorpius, what's so interesting about Rosie's chest?" Fred asked loudly. My face turned red, as did Malfoy's.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "We were just going to de-gnome, so I guess we'll see you guys later."

And with that, he grabbed my arm (while I was still trying to zip up my coat), and dragged me out of the house.

"Help! I've been taken hostage!" I yelled to the three that were standing there. I was smiling, and truthfully, it was kind of fun to pretend to be gripping to the side of the door while Malfoy dragged me off. They merely looked at me with awe and disbelief. Malfoy laughed, and closed the door.

"Why did they look so shocked?" I asked him.

"Probably because you were acting like you were having fun with me."

"But I wasn't."

"I think you were Weasley."

"Proves how well you know me."

"I know you really well, Weasley."

"You don't, if you think that was fun."

We kept bickering, as we made our way down to the yard.

"Alright, lets just do this. Have you ever de-gnomed a garden?"

"No."

"No?"

"Normally our house elf does stuff like that."

"Well, we don't have a house elf."

"Alright, so how do you do it?"

I leaned down, grabbed a gnome, swung it around a few times, and then chucked it over the fence.

"Seems simple enough."

"Just don't let them bite your hand. It hurts like hell," I informed him. "And always aim over the fence. That way, it's harder for them to come back."

So, we set to work, throwing gnomes over the fence. We even had competitions to see who could throw them the furthest. Malfoy won, obviously, because he was so strong, but it was actually pretty close because I had so much experience. When we could only find one more, I preformed a full-body-bind spell on it, and brought in to George.

"Here you go!" I announced, plopping the frozen gnome in front of George.

"Thanks Rosie," he said, smiling.

"You two are just in time for breakfast!" Nana told us, placing the last dish of food on the table. Everyone gathered around, and I somehow got stuck sitting between my father and Malfoy. The world officially hates me. As we sat down, I threw a warning glace at Malfoy, which he pretended not to notice.

"Okay everyone, dig in!" My grandfather said. I quickly reached for the big plate of waffles, and placed four on my plate. I offered the platter to my father, who declined, and then placed it down. Right as I was reaching for the syrup, Malfoy came to irritate me again.

"You didn't ask if I wanted waffles Rosie," he reminded me.

"Rosie?" My dad asked sharply. " Since when do you call her Rosie?"

"Just this year," Malfoy assured him, and turned his attention back to me. "So, would you offer me the waffles?"

"Want any waffles Malfoy?"

"No, I don't but thank you for asking."

"Oh, shut up."

"What happened this year? You seem much nicer to each other than before," dad commented. It also happened to be one of those awkward moments were everyone went silent all at once, so everyone at the table heard him. Thankfully, before I had to respond, Hugo, of all people, jumped in and saved me.

He snorted right as he was taking a sip of juice, spraying it all over. Still laughing, he said " Malfoy and Rosie? Nice to each other? Ha! I'd pay to see that!"

"Lils? Al? You two haven't noticed anything?" Aunt Ginny asked them, and they both shook their heads.

"Of course, we don't see them all the time," Hugo added, winking at me secretly, and I silently groaned. "After all, they have every class together, have to do rounds together, and the fact that they share a room-"

"WHAT?" Dad shouted, and I quickly tried to fix the damage Hugo made.

"No, we don't share a room! We share a common room, and a bathroom, but we sleep in separate-"

"Why didn't you owl us, telling us who got Head Boy?" Dad fumed.

"I...didn't think it was important," I said weakly.

"So, from the sounds of it, you two are with each other almost all the time," Harry added.

"Not really helping," I whispered across the table to him. He just winked back, looking knowingly between Malfoy and I. Was it possible that Harry wasn't as oblivious as the other adults? Dad seemed to not hear my comment.

"So, you spend that much time together, and still hate each other?" Dad asked in disbelief.

"No, not exactly, but we aren't friends either," I started to mumble but Malfoy took over.

"Actually, we are sort of friends. We still argue, but we sort of enjoy each other's company. Well, at least, I enjoy hers."

"What the hell does that mean Malfoy?" Dad asked menacingly.

"Well, I guess we should start from the beginning. You see, on the first day of school, I made a bet with her," I felt my eyes get wide, and, without thinking, and grabbed Malfoy's arm.

"Malfoy!" I shouted, but he ignored me.

"Anyways, I bet her that she would fall in love with me by the end of the year."

Malfoy smirked at the faces of everyone at the table. All the kids put their heads in their hands, all the adults looked ready to feint, Harry just looked smug (I knew he had noticed something), and I looked as though I was preparing for death. Mom was the first to speak.

"So...you...haven't won the bet yet?"

"Nope, but give it time," Malfoy smiled.

"Malfoy. You. Are. Exactly. Like. Your. Father. And. If. I. Find. Out. That. You. Have. Done. Anything. To. My. Daughter. I. Guarantee. You. It. Will. Be. The. Last. Thing. You. Ever. Do." Dad pronounced every word clearly, while he was shaking from anger.

"Ron, he's not like Draco," Harry reasoned. "He's funny, and sometimes nice, and smart, and-"

"GREAT! Let some idiot Slytherin get all of that! Just stay away from Rosie!" Dad shouted.

"Ron, think about how this might make him feel," Ginny put in. "Don't you remember how scared you were when you met Hermione's parents?"

"That was totally different on so many levels. One, he's met us before. Two, I wasn't cocky or arrogant. Three, I went there to meet them, not because my friend invited me over. Four, I was in love with their daughter!" Dad finished his list loudly. I noticed that Malfoy looked slightly embarrassed at the fourth reason, but assumed that it didn't mean anything.

"They're young! Let them make their own decisions! It's not like she's actually going to fall in love with him! After this year, they'll never see each other again!" Ginny shouted.

"I told you to keep them away from each other!" Dad practically screamed, pointing at Al, who shrunk back into his chair. I realized that Hugo, who had been sitting next to Al, was no longer there. At the exact moment I realized this, Hugo came walking though the door. The moment Malfoy saw him, he spoke again.

"I made it up!" he shouted to the rest of the table, then nodded toward Hugo, just sitting down. "We needed to have enough time so that we could prank the other team, and came up with me telling you that we had some bet going."

"What?" Dad asked, sounding aghast.

"I would never make a bet like that with Weasley! Didn't you notice how she, Lily, and Al never actually confirmed what I was saying? They kept trying to interrupt, but you kept yelling, which was the perfect diversion!"

"So...you're saying that there is no bet?" Dad confirmed.

"Yep!" Everyone on the opposite team shouted.

Dad just looked at them all, dumbfounded, for a few moments. I was holding my breath, hoping that he believed. Finally, he nodded, and turned back toward his food, along with the other adults. Our attention then turned to the other team.

"So what did you do?" Lily groaned.

"Well, you'll just have to wait and see!" Al grinned.

All of the kids practically swallowed their food whole.

"May we be excused?" I asked Nana, still with a mouthful of sausage. "We want to see what they did to us."

"Fine, just make sure you've eaten enough!"

With that, all of our team went sprinting up the stairs, closely followed by the other team, who must want to see our reaction. As I was running, Malfoy caught up to me.

"Saved your ass, didn't I?" He smirked.

"Oh, fuck off," I mumbled.

We reached our teams room, and we all went in, trying to find what their prank was. As soon as we were all in the room, we heard it slam shut behind us. As we all turned around, we saw that the door had been locked, and heard all of them laughing from the hallway outside.

"You do realize that we can just unlock it with our wands?" James yelled through the door.

"Okay, try that!" Hugo yelled back. We all went to our respective bedside tables to get our wands, and realized that none of them were there.

"Looking for something?" Lucy shouted through the door, which caused all of them to start laughing again.

"So basically, when Hugo came up here, he just took our wand so that as soon as we came in here, you could lock us in and we couldn't get out?" I asked, confirming my suspicion.

"Wow, good job Weasley!" Malfoy said sarcastically.

"So, what do we have to do to get out?" Victoire asked.

"We haven't actually decided yet, but we'll let you know. C'mon, team meeting!" Roxy announced, and we heard them walking off to their bedroom.

"Whatever, they'll let us out pretty soon, and even if we have to do something embarrassing, we can get them back for it," I reasoned. Everyone agreed, and sat down in their beds, waiting for the others to return.

A/N Sorry it has taken me so long to update! I've been sick of writing, and have just been reading fanfiction lately, but finally came back to this, realized how much I missed it, and have been writing nonstop! Hope you like this chapter! 14 will be up soon!