Scorpius Malfoy would like to know what, exactly, one is supposed to do when your arch-enemy/team-mate/haunter-of-dreams repeatedly tells you they love you, only to completely forget come sunrise? He's just enquiring, you know, for a friend. Companion piece to 'Four Times...'

Hangovers make Rose Weasley grumpy. Scorpius Malfoy makes Rose Weasley grumpy. Waking up in places other than her bed makes Rose Weasley grumpy. So it's completely understandable that combining all three makes for an incredibly grumpy Rose Weasley, and a smart person would avoid antagonising her at all costs. Turns out Scorpius Malfoy isn't very smart.

He wears tweed jackets with leather elbow patches and red trousers and tie clips and he's stuffy and he's pretentious and - and, for some reason, Cho's drawn to him anyway. [Oxford University AU] [Gift fic for provocative-envy] [rare pair trash: chercy edition] COMPLETE

Salazar Slytherin disappeared from Hogwarts one night, and was never seen again. Until now. COMPLETE.