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I don't know what hit me. I guess I didn't realize it until a few days had passed. I was the bloody champion, and the bloody goblet picked me for the bloody tournament that I had bloody entered! Stupid Gryffindor genes.

I had woken up earlier than anyone, not being able to sleep for long. The sun had barely begun to rise when I got out of my four-poster bed, Lily and everyone snoring softly in their beds. I used the regular bathrooms, too anxious to get to the Prefects ones all the way down the North corridors. I look into the mirror, the knots in my hair from the tossing and turning at night and the shadows under my eyes were as clear as day. I could've asked Lily for the potion she uses to remove bags but, I didn't have time so, I quickly changed into my school robes and with a band, put up my damp curls into a ponytail. Grabbing my school bag I rushed out of the bathrooms. At this time, the early rising students had rolled out of bed and were sleepily walking towards the bathroom.

I muttered a quick excuse me and rushed down the staircases and ran past the empty classrooms until I reached the library. I needed to do research. I took a deep breath and looked at the rows and rows of information stacked on each other. I went up to the first bookshelf and started taking the books, looking at the insides to see if it was what I was looking for.

Pretty soon I was taking trips back and forth to get everything. I had created a mini wall in between me and everything else in sight. I pulled out a parchment and quill for notes and set a mini timer I had gotten from Diagon Alley. You whispered into the small red clock for when you wanted it to ring and then put it right next to you. I whispered into it to ring when I was supposed to go to class and set it on the desk. Then I got to work.

The first one I opened was about curses and defense spells, that has to come in handy. I got to reading about theBuldiva Spell which allows a dome of protection to be cast around you for a day but you needed a lot of energy and a circle to be drawn at the size you wanted the spell to be cast. Looked like a lot of work and would be useful for immediate responses. I flipped through many other pages until I finished that book. I reached for another one and opened it when an animalistic sound erupted. I looked at my little timer, which was now floating next to my ear, and it was screeching with fumes shoot out of its ears. I tapped on it twice, a signal to turn it off. Quickly grabbing my bag and I put shoved a collection of random books in my bag and I ran off to my next class. Double Potions.

Professor Reynolds swept the classroom as he talked about the Invisibility potion. I scribbled down on my parchment with he was saying when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around to see a worried Al and an equally worried Scorpius.

Al leaned over inconspicuously and asked me, "Rose, how many books are you carrying in that bag of your and Merlin, what happened to your face. You looked like someone punched you in both eyes."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my paper, "I am fine, Al. Now shut the hell up I am trying to focus."

"Rose, are you okay?" another voice asked. I turned to see Scorpius, with a crease in between his eyes. Just then did I fully realize the state of my hair and my face and I sighed. Surprisingly, hearing his voice just annoyed me more. He should also be studying for this tournament. We weren't going to just breeze past this and if I was going have to lose an arm because of this idiot.

Al raised his eyebrow. His green eyes were full of confusion as he looked at Scorpius, "I am sorry why do you care."

Scorpious pretended to not really care, "Champion stuff. I can't do this without her." That was probably the lamest excuse that Scorpius could have ever come up with but, it worked for my knucklehead of a cousin.

"Yes, I am fine," I hissed a bit too loudly under my breath to the two boys.

"Miss Weasley." Oops.

I turned to see an annoyed Professor. "Since you, Malfoy, and Potter seem to love chatting with each other, you are now in charge of cleaning up the Gorgon blood. And ten points off from each of you."

I internally groaned as Professor turned back and mentally cursed life. Gorgon blood was so sticky and had such magical properties that magic could no clean it off cauldrons and ladles.

When we were placed at our tables I quickly snagged the one with Rachel. Rachel Wood stood there utterly confused as I was always with Al.

"Do you mind," I asked her.

She smiled and shook her head, "Course not."

Sadly, those bastards took the table on the other side of us so no matter which side I went to, they were always there.

"Rose, did you have breakfast this morning?"

"Rose, are you okay?"

"Rose, did something happen?"

"Are you having PMS?" This came from Al who was most definitely going to be hexed after this.

After I had rotated to the other side, I winced, anticipating another question. When it didn't come I saw Scorpius, looking at me with questioning gray eyes. We will talk later, mouthed to me and then, said nothing to me the rest of class. When the class was dismissed and I had managed to clean off everyone's Gorgon blood, I rushed to my next class, Care of Magical Creatures with Ravenclaw. I spend that time running away from Al too and thus being thrown into a pen full of Baloot Bunnies. Basically, bunnies that if they got too excited could expand like a balloon. So when I was handed a piece of carrot, the bunnies bloated in my face, nearly suffocating me to death. Dangerous balls of fluffiness I never thought that could actually happen. Anyway, I walked back to castle that time with potential tufts of white fur in my hair and an assignment to do a three-foot essay on the Baloot Bunnies.

The class I had right after and right before Lunch and our free period was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaws again. I loved this class, it really was my favorite. It was taught by a young teacher, Mr. Herrin. Professor Herrin was a tall man with a great insight into the dark arts and how to protect people from as I took a seat next to Rachel, I realized he may be able to help me in my quest to find more books. Especially the ones in the restricted section. The books in the Restricted section has alway been my dream to read. Some you could snag from the Ministry's library, and I had when I was a kid visting Dad, but most were Hogwarts copies. Sad thing was that the section had diminished because in burned the Battle of Hogwarts but someone had managed to save a good amount from the section.

I hastily took a seat and began writing notes on from the blackboard on the schematics on non-verbal spells.

"May I have your attention," Professor Herrin spoke in his low tone. "I am to inform you of the Apparition test that it to take place right before the first task of the tournament so be in the Great Hall by eight on the first Friday of the full moon. Anyway moving on to the Grievance Spell."

He proceeded to explain about the Movement spell perhaps the most famous non-verbal spell. Being able to move things with a flick of the hand.

"You will be writing on the directions on how to effectively execute a nonverbal spell due next week," Professor Herrin spoke as students flooded out of class to lunch. I briefly saw Al standing outside of the door, waiting patiently. I sighed, there was no way I could blow him off this time.

"Professor?" I spoke up as Professor Herrin returned to his desk.

"Yes, Miss Weasley. Is this about your Immobilizing Spell paragraph because I assure you it got an O."

I beamed, I worked a lot on that foot long paragraph. "Well, no. I actually was wondering if I can get your permission to look into the Restricted section of the library. Since I got into the tournament, I supposed I can look into some things."

Professor Herrin's forehead creases and he stares at me through the tops of his glasses. "I would love to help you but, I would first need to know if I am allowed you such access. I will get back to you."

I brushed off the slight impatient feeling I got and nodded, "Thank you, Professor." And I left the classroom to a waiting Al.

Once outside Al passed me something wrapped clumsily in a wrinkled paper. I take it curiously and look at Al.

Al sighed, "Do you remember the time you first took the OWLs. You couldn't eat or sleep for a week. I think the same is happening to you again." He was right.

I didn't realize how sleep deprived and neglectful I got. AL continued, not without a trace of brotherly affection, "I know that you have the Tournament and everything but please don't kill yourself. Come to lunch."

I bite my lip and think. "I am sorry Al, but I can't. This Tournament is not an Owls exam, it is so much more. I need all the preparation I can get."

"You are too stubborn," Al frowns, "Fine but I will probably bring Hugo and Lily with me to wrestle you out of that library."

I shake my head and start to walk off when I remember the package in my hand. "Hey! Al!."

Al turns around, his black hair ruffling, "Yeah?"

I wave the lumpy thing, "What is this."

Al smiles, "To help you. It is a Chocolate Frog mixed with a little bit of the sleeping draught. I might let you do what you are doing Rosie but I still value your health as a cousin."

I roll my eyes but my heart warms up. "Thank you."

"Try not kill yourself with all that reading," Al says without looking back.

I rush down to the library then, praying that my stack of books was still there.

I was flipping through my fifth book when someone sat down abruptly next to me.

I guessed it was someone sent as an ambassador by Al, "Go away," I mutter.

Suddenly a box floated right in front of me. I glower at the box and turn to the person ready to scream my head off at them. Then I relaxed, it was Scorpius.

"Lunch is done already," I say softly, my mood changing at the sight of his face.

"No, but I finished early because Lily mentioned to me that you were stressed about the tournament. She thought I could help you," Scorpius said consolingly.

Merlin, they are really trying all the methods to try and get me out of this place, aren't they? "She thought you can help me because we are dating and in the Tournament together," I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Scorpius smirks, "Because as she put it if anyone is stubborn as you are, it is me. Now, Rose, you need to eat something."

When I refuse to budge from my position and ignored him, my face in stuck to the book, he tugged it out of my hands.

"Hey!" I exclaim reaching for it again but, Scorpius tuts and pulls it back.

Fine. He wanted to play it that way. I smirk and pull out my wand. "Accio book," I say, expecting the book to fly into my hand and allowing me to make my escape leaving a flustered Scorpius. But that little ass had tricks up his sleeve too.

"Repeteous." That caused the book to stop midair from where it was coming to me and undo my spell, causing it to return to Scorpius. "You forgot Wildfire," Scorpius grins, "I was the best dueling partner you ever had. I can see your moves coming." Suddenly, I never wanted to read a damn book as I wanted to right now.

"Locomotor Mortis."

"Protego. Ha, stunning spell, nice." We shoot a few more spells back and forth, and I realized that I was actually having fun. I never realized how great it felt dueling with Scorpius.

"Weasley! Malfoy!." Oh no, honestly. I didn't expect to get in trouble two times in a row in a day. Madam Quince stood there with a furious look on her face. "I didn't expect this from either of you! Dueling in the middle of the Dragons Section!."

She walked up and snatched the book from Scorpius's frozen hand. "Give me that and now get out, both of you!"

We practically ran outside as Scorpius grabbed his box and we went outside, panting. I took a whiff of the fresh air and laughed. Laughing felt great and I felt the stress slowly relieve itself. Suddenly my shoulders and neck felt very sore and my stomach grumbled and I felt very sleepy.

Scorpius smiled and handed me the box to which I opened it and found food, "Just like old times eh. I beat you this time too."

I softly close the lid of my box, feeling that same warm feeling again, and shake my head, "No, not just like old times. This time the winner get a prize." Then I go on my tippy toes and press my lips to his. Scorpius's arms snake around my waist and we stand there for a while until we pull away.

"No," Scorpius smiles widely, showing his dimples bolder than ever. "What you want to do now," Scorpius asks, a little bit breathless. His sun-kissed blond hair had fallen over his eyes and my fingers automatically push it back up.

I smile, "Relax in the sun, I guess studying too much is bad for me," I say sheepishly."

Scorpius smiles for a brief moment and then swiftly kisses the crown of my head. "It is fine. I haven't been studying up to my quota for the Tournament actually. We can study together, how about every Monday anWednesdayay at four. I don't think it is supposed to interfere with our Quidditch times either."

I beamed, "And I'll see what I can do about getting an emtpy private classroom."

Scorpius raised an eyebrow and I blush wildly, making him laugh. "Not like that you pervert," I smack him. He then grabs my arm and pulls me in, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Lets go and eat something, eh."

So we sat at the edge of the black lake, far away from people and we sat, talked, and ate for the rest of lunch our free period. Afterward, I laid back and rest my head my head on Scorpius's chest, falling asleep to the warmth of the sun and Scorpius's cool hand playing with my curls.

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