Professor Trelawney's voice filled the bubbling cauldron- scratch that- the Divination class. The general colours of the room didn't help either, deep reds, purples and the occasional glitter bomb was making my head spin. I rubbed the sides of my head trying to look anywhere but right in front of me, at Scorpius who was pulling faces at me.

"We are in a fight." I hissed at him when Trelawney's voice rose to a crescendo.

He grinned and shrugged. Every day at Hogwarts Scorpius was getting more relaxed and more at ease. He was dodging the Slytherins and following his heart, what a fairytale. I, however, was feeling the thorns of what Scorpius decided to do (casually and slowly come out as an anti-Slytherin and a half-blood lover) digging into my ribs.

He didn't talk to me about it first and that annoyed me. It takes two create a dung-storm like this. I should have a say in what happens next or how fast my parents get a letter.

In the words of Hagrid last week. 'Why, Scorp?! Why, Scorp?! Wipe that ridiculous smile off yer face.'

Our 'fight' really kicked off in the broom cupboard of all places. He kissed me. Divination was starting in five minutes. I kissed him back (for longer than I should have) then I pushed him away.

"We haven't spoken all week." I had said. "I'm not your… kissing toy."

"I have spoken to you."

I frowned.

"With my eyes," he finished, rubbing his nose against mine.

I fought back a grin, it wasn't the time or the place.

"You're happy," I commented. "Want to tell me what's up?"

"That's what Divination is for," he said, brushing his lips against mine.

"I want to know now." It sounded more like a whine than a demand.

Scorpius sighed. "It took a week but I scared off all the Slytherins. I'm toxic to them and a freaking-free-wizard."

"How?"

"I got up in their faces and made muggle-ish conversation." Scorpius' hands were on my waist. "Dream Rose isn't half as good as the real you."

"That's why you didn't get more than ten feet near me this whole week?"

Scorpius smiled. "It was an act, Rosie. I played the part of a stupid Slytherin who wanted to become the Scorpius Malfoy again. I didn't give them a chance to gossip or approach me from behind I went for it right in their faces and scared them off with my modern views and just general weirdness."

"You don't have to fake that."

"According to Goyle, I'm sick."

"Let's go to Divination." I sighed, trying to step around him.

"Rosie?" he prodded. "What's wrong?"

"Don't be thick, Scorpius, you know what's wrong," I said, coldly. I could feel half a mid-term and almost two weeks worth of emotions finally coming to the surface.

He didn't flinch like I expected him to.

"I'm going to guess you don't like how dangerously close to out in the open this is getting."

I nodded. "My parents will send more than howlers."

"Maybe we're overestimating this. Overthinking-"

"No such thing."

"Rosie-"

"We had a deal. Sixth year when we're leaving. Not halfway through school."

He finished his sentence. "Rosie, I thought you wanted a normal boyfriend. I thought you wanted to hold hands in public and I don't know 'cause oh that's right what's there to know when we're stuck in a broom cupboard?"

"I want you." I bared my teeth. "Not some freaking escape from your life you're planning."

Scorpius took a step back, flattening his back against the cupboard wall. A mop crashed to the floor, it wasn't as loud as his breathing.

He rubbed the back of his neck. I could feel his temper there, but it fell as fast as it rose.

Scorpius bent down to my level again.

"Can I ask you something?" he raised an eyebrow at me. His voice softened. My stomach churned with guilt. Why the hell would I say that to Scorpius when I couldn't picture him saying that to me?

"Sorry." I murmured.

"Yes then?"

I nodded.

"I've been thinking. Let's say we got married. I've always expected you not to take my name or if we had children not to give them my name-"

"Scorpie," I said. "I don't think we've gotten close to that far yet-"

"I know." He said. "But now I'm thinking differently."

"Well…" I looked down at my shoes. It would be wrong to say I hadn't imagined our wedding in every way, shape and form, everything down to what dress I would wear to what kind of sparkle would be in his eyes when he looked at me. "I never thought about going against tradition. But that's not the point-" the bell for class rang.

Scorpius was beaming.

"This isn't over," I scowled.

For one of us, it wasn't. Now Professor Trelawney circled her hot classroom like a vulture, her bangles clinking, she finished her speech.

"The inner eye desires practices." She preached. "It is a muscle that will go flat if left idle in all forms. Today, children, we will be revisiting the crystal ball."

There was a groan somewhere in the class, it might've been me, Trelawney ignored it. I supposed that was another thing I liked about Divination I didn't have to be my mother in this class. I could be my dad if I wanted to. Her report didn't matter and Scorpius was the only person who cared about what I did in Divination.

I watched him as he walked across the classroom and got a crystal ball from the shelves. He wasn't wearing his cloak and his sleeves were rolled up. I didn't go anywhere near my hair, I had let it lose today. It was starting to feel twice its size.

Scorpius brushed against me and my hair as he passed. He didn't seem to mind it poofy or knotted. Maybe love does make you blind or in his case delusional.

"Hey, beautiful," he winked oh-so-cheesy at me. He planted the crystal ball on its stand in the centre of our small table. It was like he could hear my hair related thoughts.

I kept my face neutral.

He sat across from me again.

"Crystal ball, oh, crystal ball, tell me how to get Rose to smile." He tapped the ball. The swirling mist did nothing in response, no wonder. "I see something!" he exclaimed.

And that attracted Professor Trelawney to our table like a hippogriff to a dead ferret.

"Yes, my boy!" she crouched down beside him. Scorpius' face fell. My lips twitched. Professor Trelawney's eyes grew wider behind her glasses. "Let your inner eye take you."

Scorpius cleared his throat. "I see the grim."

Gasp.

"But it's on fire so false alarm."

I laughed silently into my textbook.

"Oh-"

"Professor," A nervous Hufflepuff with a squeaky voice called. There was a growing crack in his crystal ball. "He-lp."

Professor Trelawney frowned and left, looking longingly at our crystal ball.

"I made you laugh," Scorpius smirked, triumphant.

"No, you didn't." I lied.

"And you're smiling."

"Not at you." I touched the corners of my mouth.

"You know what I really see in the crystal ball?" he said, careful to keep his voice down this time.

"The grim's cousin?"

"No, you and me on a broom together just like during the Easter mid-term."

I peered into the ball too focusing on it's churning clouds.

"I don't see that."

"An hour from now, flying over Hogwarts look closer."

"I'm wearing a skirt." I pointed out.

"You've changed clothes in this version." He gestured to the ball.

"And personalities, apparently."

"Tell me what to do then. Or can you even think of what you want me to do? There's no way of making anything any better in your view without going backwards."

"How high and mighty of you," I said, it was really hot in here. My boiling blood wasn't helping. "We aren't going to agree so let's just leave it for now. I'm getting worked up and you are getting freakishly giddy."

Scorpius waved me off. "I have seen you in your underwear so what isn't there to be happy about?"


Our Dearest, Scorpius.

You're making a mistake. See sense.

Your only father.

"Short and sweet," I said, putting the letter into the read pile.

"He's trying to drill the message into my brain." Scorpius murmured. He was lying next to me on the stony shore of the Black Lake. His eyes were shut and shadowed by the overhanging trees.

It was peaceful, just me, Scorpius and the sloshing sound of the Black Lake crawling up the shore. The only thing I had to worry about here was getting soaked by the rising tide.

"Read the next one." I urged him.

Scorpius sighed. "Give it a rest for now." He patted his chest, the perfect pillow for me to inhale him and forget everything for an evening. It felt safe to ignore everything that was happening beyond the shore- even though Scorpius was the root of that bubbling problem.

"My family thinks it's funny they found a bra in your room," I said, resting my head on his chest. I could hear the soothing rhythm of his heart. "Nearly everyone knows. It's embarrassing."

His heart sped up.

"And," I added. "It wouldn't be funny if they knew who I spend most of my time with. They're not thick it's easy to put the puzzle pieces together."
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me to him.

"I didn't think of that." He admitted.

"I didn't until it became the punchline of every joke Dad has."

He kissed the top of my head. "One problem at a time, Rosie."

"Then stop creating them," I said into his chest.

"It's not me." Scorpius reached past me to the pile of unread letters. He picked up the ivory coloured parchment, on the edges were the torn Malfoy seal. He cleared his throat. "'Dear Scorpius,'" he started, his voice high, posh and decrepit sounding. "'Answer me. You are bringing undue stress on this household – Malfoy crap, Weasley slamming and the end. Now that's a nuisance creator." He shook his head. "Can we do something fun now?"

"A have a couple of cauldron cakes in my bag."

Scorpius grinned. He sat up bringing me with him. I looked into his bright grey eyes, at his long slender nose, high cheekbones, strong jawline, soft pink lips and don't ask me why but his perfect ears. Everything just felt right. My heart pounded. I took a deep breath and pressed my lips against his. Scorpius' hands stayed on my back pushing me as close to him as I could be.

After an hour or maybe more of just magic Scorpius smiled at me, no teasing. His fingers brushed under my jumper tracing circles on my stomach. He started telling me about the latest news in the quidditch world something about the next quidditch world cup. All I cared about was the sound of his voice, the words didn't matter. My eyelids drooped. I felt like I was falling asleep. Suddenly there was no past or future just the present. I didn't have to study or do homework and everything was going to be okay, I thought, I could feel it in my chest, but my gut twisted. I ignored it.


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