Well my last chapter had mixed reviews - there's a reason why Rose didn't get revenge - if you think about it, they've been trying to one-up each other the entire story! She had to be different, but still loud enough to get his attention. Hence, the random 'strip' show. It was also a test for him - he stepped out and respected her, even though his friends were yelling otherwise. It was his way of showing that he cared for Rose - and Rose's way of showing that she wasn't about to give up on them. And no, she wasn't going to have sex with him to make things better...it was tension - the need for things to be okay again, and a way for her to show her she loves him. But she's glad the teacher walked in, because she realized almost too late that a romp on the desk wasn't going to solve their problems. They need more than that - so read on and hopefully this chapter will be better than the last. I'm sorry if I let some of you down, but hey! That's the way the story came out, and I'm trying to get it finished [it'll be my first story ever finished!]. So cheer me on and let's get this chapter going! :)

There's a train leaving town

If you hurry up I think you just might make it

Dammit I hope you make it

Conscience is a faint, unpleasant sound

You've worried enough, but here's your chance so take it

Dammit I hope you take it

A heart attack is sleeping in your chest

waiting until the timing's best

So make a move, while you're still breathing

Say so long to innocence

From underneath the evidence

You taste like Heaven, but God knows you're built for sin

Albus blankly stared at the parchment in front of him. He couldn't believe he was being accused of this - this was ridiculous!

Kidnapping?

The long and obviously outraged letter had laid it all out for him - he had 'stolen' Veronica from them, clearly bewitching her to believe she was in love with him...enough to force her to run away and come be with him.

And a letter had been sent to his parents, giving them an ultimatum. Either return Veronica and never allow Albus and speak to her again, or pay a hefty fine - the handsome amount of funds they would have received having Veronica wed Dimitri.

And to have Veronica wed Albus, instead, because she would no longer be a part of the Lacombe family and would have to be adopted into the Potter family.

She was going to have to be his wife, or his sister.

Albus hung his head and rubbed his tired eyes. He loved her, this he knew for a fact. But was it the marriage kind of love? Would she stay with him forever? He wasn't one to believe in divorce, so the woman he was going to marry, he would be with her until his last breath.

Would she stay with him till they both died?

Did he love her that much?

The answers, he didn't know.

This was way too much for him to take in. He wasn't even 17 yet! And was dealing with very adult-like problems.

He was in school...needed to enjoy the time and freedom of being young while he still could.

And being forced to choose to marry someone, or make rash choices that would affect the plans for their life...that was too much.

Maybe he should just talk to her.

Or, maybe he should let her go.

Let her move on, go back to Dimitri and her happy, rich life.

She was just fine until he came along.

And she'll be just fine after he leaves.

"Don't you do it, Albus." James was squeezing Albus' shoulder a tad too hard at the breakfast table the following morning. Albus barely looked up. "You know Mum won't let you. So don't even think about it."

"It's not about Mum or Dad, anymore." Albus replied solemnly. He didn't want to make the decision he was having to make - he wanted to enjoy their time together - full of laughter and love, for as long as they could.

"Marriage? Who the hell do they think they are? You're 16 for Merlin's sake!" James was whispering loudly, which was defying the whole point of whispering.

"Drop it, James. It's being taken care of."

"What?" James looked slightly shocked, "You're going to leave her?"

"Yeah, now get over it. Don't speak of it again." Albus shoveled some scrambled eggs into his mouth and swallowed without chewing.

"Are you mad?" James almost yelled now, "You can't let them have her! Mum will gladly let her stay with us..."

"Stop, James. Really -" Albus interjected before James could finish, "I'm not going to ruin her life when I'm not certain I want to spend mine with her."

"You really are the stupid one." James shook his head and looked away, "That girl loves you, and you're about to throw it all away because you're too stupid to see that you truly love her in return. Your loss, mate."

Albus didn't look up, but he knew James had left him.

Alone.

One last spoonful of food and Albus pushed away from the table himself. He heard someone calling his name but didn't turn to look - he already knew who it was and he wasn't ready to face that yet.

Veronica had hurried to get to the Great Hall to meet Albus for breakfast, but apparently she was too late. He was walking away as soon as she was walking in.

A smile spread across her face at the sight of him - she truly loved that man, and he never ceased to make her heart dance in her chest, and the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

It was a sensation that no other man had given her. She couldn't wait to just hug him again - she felt so safe - secure - loved.

"Albus!" She cried out loudly, causing other students to look strangely at her.

He didn't turn around.

Well, that's strange. She was pretty sure he had to hear her. She wasn't quiet, and she could hear her own voice reverberate through the Great Hall.

Maybe he didn't hear her. That had to be it - otherwise, why would he ignore her?

He wouldn't.

Would he?

feels like the walls are closing in on me

suffocating i can barely breathe

you've got me right where you want me

this is the side of you i've never seen

you're not the girl you used to be

you've got me right where you want me

you always know how to break me down

lets just face it now

i'm never changing

Rose couldn't take it anymore. The stress was proving too much for her to handle.

Classes were in session and here she was, sitting next to Scorpius. Except this time it was much worse off than they ever were.

Their bodies spoke all the words for them. There couldn't be more distance between them.

They barely looked at each other when they filed in. And the uncertain tension radiating between them was screaming louder than either of them could have.

Rose took out a notebook she had gotten for Christmas and a new quill, laid it upon the desk, and cleared her throat.

Never looking at Scorpius.

And neither did he, technically. He tilted his head ever-so-slightly and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye - and cleared his throat. Pulled out his own fancy notebook and much more expensive quill.

And then silence.

This is how the entire morning had gone.

Their bodies were doing all the uncomfortable talking for them. They didn't have to look at each other or share any words.

Rose shifted uncomfortably in her seat and crossed her legs away from Scorpius.

He did the same.

He began jotting notes down, his head facing away from her, his cheek resting in his hand.

Rose did the same.

Except opposite of him.

Every breath they took, every sigh they expelled - spoke to each other.

After endless moments of note-taking, sighing, and clearing of the throats, Rose tossed her quill down in frustration.

Causing it to flutter off the desk and under the table.

Well, now this was a familiar scene. Except last time, Scorpius couldn't have retrieved it fast enough, just to get a peek of his prized green panties that she wore for him.

She noticed him stiffen - unsure whether or not to retrieve the quill or let her get it.

He was watching her out of the corner of his eyes again.

She uncomfortably tucked her hair behind her ears.

And both of them lunged at the same time to pick up the fallen pen - and busted their foreheads against each other.

"Yowch!"

"Argh!" Scorpius and Rose hollered simultaneously, both rubbing their foreheads furiously.

And there it was. The ice breaker.

The corner of Scorpius' mouth broke into a grin as he spun to face away from her. But not before he tossed the fallen quill back to her side of the desk.

Rose rubbed her forehead and turned back in her seat with a small grin.

Victory.

"We need to talk."

"Okay." Those were the four most dreaded words to hear. Nothing good ever comes from hearing those words.

"I don't know how to say this without hurting you." And me.

"Then don't say it." '

"I have to."

"No..."

"I'm sorry, Veronica."

"Stop." Her bottom lip was quivering, threatening to reveal how vulnerable she let herself become. To Albus, and only Albus.

"I don't want this..."

"Albus, just stop. You've made your point. You've embarrassed me enough." She couldn't stand there anymore - her eyes were threatening to spill their tears in a very obvious way. And she wasn't going to let him have it.

She turned and ran away in the opposite direction, leaving Albus in the hallway.

Alone.

Well, that didn't go as planned.

Albus sighed deeply and looked towards the ceiling.

He was only doing what was right, right?

But then why did it feel so wrong?

The look on her face when he came out of the classroom was a snapshot in his mind.

Her smiling face beaming up at him, her warm arms surrounding his neck with a tight and loving embrace. A sweet kiss planted on his neck, the sweet smell of her perfume...all re-playing in his mind.

He wished he could turn back the hands of time and pause that moment forever - just to replay that feeling she gave him. That warm, comforting, loved feeling that only she gave him.

And now he crushed her heart - stomped it into the ground, raked it to shreds, and set all the pieces on fire.

Little did she know, that when he tore her heart apart, he tore his own as well.

He found his way back to his bedroom and slumped down on his bed.

And let the tears roll down his face.

After their incident in the classroom, Rose would find things to drop - all over the castle.

She dropped her books in the hallway (sometime the day after their ordeal) as she was exiting a classroom. A few choice cuss words came spewing out of her mouth, but then hands were on her books, and silver eyes were piercing through her.

"You dropped these." Scorpius picked up her books and handed them to her, with that same cracked grin he gave her in class. Before she could say anything, he threw his bag over his shoulder and sauntered carelessly down the hallway.

Her quill continuously fell off the table in the class she shared with him.

She got the same response, every time.

"You dropped this." He would say, with that crooked grin.

Once she caught onto his little game, she dropped everything whenever he was around.

Books, shoes, hair ties, her backpack, her breakfast, lunch, and dinner tray in the Great Hall, her wand, and once when she was dragging her clothes to do the laundry herself, her undies.

Scorpius especially loved that.

She had thrown a bunch of dirty clothes into a bag and hung it over her shoulder.

It was late at night - most of the students were either sleeping, or finishing up the last bit of their homework so they could go to sleep.

Rose never liked to make the house-elves do her laundry. You know, her Mum's ordeal and everything...

But she had heaved the heavy bag over her shoulder and headed down the empty hallway.

Well, she thought it was empty. And Scorpius was definitely a sneaky little boy.

"You dropped these." Sounded a deep voice from behind her. Her skin visibly prickled and she stiffened.

She could hear his slow and confident footsteps closing in on her.

And then he was there - right next to her. With that crooked grin and his hand outstretched towards her.

And in his outstretched hand was a pair of her panties.

Her cheeks immediately flushed and she reached out quickly to snatch them from his hand.

He grabbed her fingers before she could pull her hand completely away.

It was long enough to get the point across, but not long enough to make it appear as if he was holding her hand.

It was a split second that lasted an eternity.

Rose stuffed the panties in her pocket and when she looked back up, he was gone.

Their game had gone on for a couple of weeks now, and Rose wanted to just talk to him.

But she knew that this was the most she was going to get out of him, until he decided it was time for them to talk.

So until he was ready, she was going to drop things.

And he was always there to pick them up.

With that damned grin that made Rose's heart skip a beat and melt, all in the same breath.

But this day, Rose wasn't expecting.

She walked into the Potions classroom because the Professor had asked to see her at the end of the day.

And Scorpius was standing there, with the teacher.

"You dropped these."

In the teacher's hands were two vials - vials that were obviously from the Potion's closet.

Vials that Rose had never seen before.

"Those aren't mine..." Rose began to plead but the look on the Professors face spoke of repercussion.

"Detention, Miss Weasley. For stealing."

And there stood Scorpius, with that crooked - now stupid - grin, on his damned face.

To be continued...

:) Hope ya'll enjoy it! I'm trying to update as much as I can, since I have the time. But I'm still super busy, so bear with me!

The songs that I put in the chapters were both from Framing Hanley - the first is titled, Built for Sin, and the second is You Stupid Girl. I suggest you check them out if you like rock music - they fit my characters so I had to put them in there :)

Review and let me know how you like it!