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"MUM!" Rose squealed at the top her lungs. It felt like a swarm of butterflies had taken off in her chest and she couldn't stop giggling.

Hermione burst through the door a moment later clutching a knife. "What?" She spun around frantically as if looking for an attacker.

"I made Head Girl!" Rose grinned and shook the paper in front of her mum's face and clutched her badge in the other hand.

Hermione quickly set the knife down on Rose's dresser and threw her arms around her daughter. "Oh darling, I am so proud of you. Let's go out and celebrate! When your father made prefect Grandma got him a special gift. Is there anything you would like?"

Rose opened her mouth and million thoughts rushed to her head. A new quill? A car? An owl? Possibly the new Hogwarts, A History?

"I don't know!" She exclaimed and her mother smiled.

"You can think about it over dinner. Where do you want to go?"

"How about… Pierre's? We haven't been there in months."

"Sure, let's go tell your father." Hermione grabbed the knife.

Rose hesitated. "Wait… I want to go see Scorpius before dinner. Maybe he got Head Boy." Rose smiled at the prospect. Who else could it be anyways?

"Sure." Hermione glanced at Rose's alarm clock that read 2:39. "Let's do dinner at seven. Do you know how to get to Malfoy Manor?" Rose hated to talk about the Malfoy's house in front of her mum.

"Yes, I'll be back at 6:30." Rose was already getting her jacket and bag. She stuffed her badge and letter into her bag.

Rose had always found Malfoy Manor to be a bit intimidating. She had only been there twice. When she actually got to the house, a house elf escorted her into the sitting room.

"Miss is going to be waiting here." The house elf squeaked and the left the room. Rose took a sip of her water and tried to take normal breaths. A minute later she heard feet pounding down the marble staircase. Scorpius flew into the room clutching a piece of paper. Rose blushed when she saw the "V" of his hips.

And how did she see the "V"? He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of sweatpants.

"You got it." He exhaled.

She held up her letter and grinned. He strode over to her and she launched into his arms. He spun her around.

"This is going to be the best year ever. I was so worried… but of course you were going to make Head Girl." He shook his head and put her down. She was breathing deeply from the exhilaration.

"I was worried too." She admitted. "My mum was so excited. We're going for dinner later."

"My parents are actually away for the weekend." Scorpius said.

A brilliant idea popped into her head. "You could come for dinner with us."

Scorpius hesitated. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude."

Rose hit his shoulder playfully. "Don't be silly. It will be perfect. Mum said I could get a present but I have no idea what I want."

"What about a new set of robes?" Scorpius suggested.

Rose shook her head. "Mine still fit me from last year."

Scorpius smirked. "I'm going to need mine tailored because I've grown another three inches." Rose huffed.

"It's so unfair how tall you are."

"At least you're not as short as Attie."

Rose laughed. "That's true." She was a good three inches taller than Attie.

"Let me go get dressed." Scorpius said and Rose almost protested. "Walk me to my room?" Rose nodded, thinking this would be the first time she had ever been in Scorpius's room. He led her down a series of halls more intricate than the Potter's, and that was saying something.

"What sort of place are we going to?" He asked and he pushed open one of the french doors leading to his room. Rose marveled at how big and clean it was. Her eyes fell on his king sized bed. The sheets looked like they were satin and although it was a simply gray, Rose thought it was the most beautiful things she had ever seen. It had a canopy above it that was a mix of shades of green and the crystal chandelier cast a brilliant light over it.

His room was nothing short of spectacular. Scorpius even had his over couch and sitting area. Who had a sitting area in their room?!

"This is beautiful." Rose said in awe. Scorpius poked his head out from behind a door. She had barely even noticed that he had moved.

He shrugged. "You get used to it." He came out wearing a silk dress shirt and suit jacket. The gray really made his eyes pop. Hold on, was that his closet?

"I don't think I ever could." She sat down on the plush couch and look up at the arched ceiling. Scorpius followed her to the sitting area and plopped down next to her.

"Do you want tea?" He asked.

"No thanks I just had some."

The was a pause. Rose bit her lip and looked around once more. There was simply too much to take in. When she looked back at Scorpius he was staring at her.

"I'm so excited." She said to fill the silence.

Scorpius gave her a lopsided grin. "Me too."

"I feel like we have so much to do. When do we create the prefect schedules? After Quidditch schedules come out, I suppose." She answered her own question. "I wonder what else there is. I mean, I sort of know because I asked Victoire, but I bet there's so much more we don't know. And we should do a ball or a dance or something. Mum was telling me a few weeks ago about how they had a Yule Ball when she was there and how it was amazing! Wouldn't that be fun?"

Scorpius blinked a few times. "That was too much for me to process." He told her.

Rose shrunk into the couch. "Sorry, I'm just nervous. What if I screw it up? What if I'm a rubbish Head Girl?"

He shrugged. "Who cares?"

Rose eyes widened her mouth flopped open and closed.

Scorpius quickly added, "But you won't be. You're going to be a great Head."

Rose took a breath. "You're right. I'm freaking myself out."

"Yes, you are."

"Everything will be fine."

"Yep."

"I can't wait to tell everyone! They'll be so surprised." Rose exclaimed.

"No one will be surprised." Scorpius deadpanned.

Rose glanced at him. "Of course they will be."

"Rose, you are the only one who is surprised by this." Scorpius told her and her eyebrows went down. "Who else would it have been? Atria? Albus?" He snorted.

"Amanda." Rose put in.

"True, but she doesn't have your grades. Plus she's busy with Quidditch."

Rose gave him a pointed look. "You're going to be busy with Quidditch."

"Exactly. Both Heads can't be busy with Quidditch."

"I can't wait to owl everyone."

"Freddie and James will be so disappointed in you." He shook his head, giving her a disapproving look.

"Who cares what they think?" said Rose.

Scorpius laughed and then chuckled to himself for a moment. Rose looked at him curiously, but he just gave her a guarded smirk.

"What time are we going for dinner?"

"At 7 o'clock. I told mum I'd be home by 6:30."

Scorpius glanced at his clock. Plenty of time.

"How're things going with James? Does he like being a professional Quidditch player?" Scorpius asked after a pregnant pause. Why does the silence seem so heavy all the sudden? He felt like they used to be able to sit in silence for hours while studying. Um… maybe it has something to do with the fact you had an emotional heart attack at the wedding reception? Scorpius's inner voice mocked him.

He pushed that away. The next day he had spent hours thinking about that and he realized it was just a silly little thought. It was a wedding and he was being emotional and thinking about the future. Rose just happened to be one of his best friends and she had looked particularly gorgeous. Sure, he couldn't imagine life without her, but that didn't mean he was in love with her.

"Oh, he loves it. I think he's happy he chose to play for the Harpies. Even though he's not getting as much playing time, he is learning a lot." Rose prattled on and drew Scorpius away from his thoughts. "Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry are really happy for him.

"Mrs. Potter must be really proud that her son followed in her footsteps." Scorpius said, simply because he felt like he should contribute something to the conversation rather than just watch her talk.

"She is." Rose agreed and then laughed to herself. When she noticed Scorpius giving her a confused look, she simply shook her head. "Are you looking forward to the Quidditch season? Captain and Head Boy…" She nudged his shoulder teasingly.

Scorpius sighed. "It's going to be hard work to keep things balanced…" He noted Ros's disapproving looked, "Of course, Head duties will always come first."

Rose shrugged. "Slytherin is probably going to win anyways."

He gasped at her. "Be still my beating heart! Did a Gryffindor and Weasley, just say Slytherin is the best." He teased.

Rose quickly opened her mouth. "Only in Quidditch." She snapped. "It's only logic. Gryffindor lost more players this year. Slytherin only lost Freddie so you'll only have to integrate one person into your system."

He just grinned at her.

"Shut up." She hissed, but had bite back a smile. "Not to mention Atria and Amanda."

"And me." Scorpius inserted.

Rose ignored. "Amanda's a really amazing keeper and Atria is… Attie."

"Rose Weasley, have you secretly been paying attention to Quidditch this whole time? Wait until I tell everyone."

Scorpius jumped up to avoid her fist.

"You're so mean." She huffed and stood up as well.

He grinned. "You love it."

She rolled her eyes and then looked at him sarcastically. "Yes, I do." She admitted dryly.

Scorpius smiled so hard his face almost broke.

Cake for breakfast. Why not? Amanda shrugged and she grabbed a big fork from the silverware drawer. Ice Cream cake was her favorite cake. Everything else was too dry and sweet. She especially loved the crunchy middle part and the icing - the icing on this particular cake was blue.

She started eating it, not even bothering to cut off a piece.

Her mum and dad were at work and she was home alone, basking in the silence -

Knock, knock!

Amanda froze halfway to taking another bite of the cake. She groaned, stood up slowly, and dragged herself to the front door. She swallowed the cake before opening the door.

James was leaning against her doorframe, looking very nice in a black leather jacket and low riding jeans. "Hey." He grinned. She stared at him for a moment and then blinked several times.

Why is he here?

"Why are you here?" She blurted out. James laughed and then pushed past her, stepping into the foyer.

"Just checking in." He shrugged. Merlin, that leather jacket really did amazing things for his eyes and shoulders… and hair. "Why are your lips blue?" He asked with a tinge of amusement.

Amanda touched her lips. "I was eating cake."

James's eyebrows drew together. "At nine in the morning?"

She started to stalk back to the kitchen. "Shut up." She mumbled and knew he was following her to the kitchen so he heard that.

"Can I ask why?"

"Because I wanted to."

"That's a good reason."

She shot him a dry look and resumed eating the cake, standing over the counter, not bothering to sit down. James looked at her curiously and watched her shovel cake in her mouth.

"What?" She snapped when he wouldn't stop staring.

"Can I have some?"

"At nine in the morning?" She mocked him. He just looked at her expectantly.

Amanda motioned to the drawer of silverware. "Go get a fork."

He came back with a spoon. He leaned on the counter next to her, so close she could feel his arm brush her's from time to time. "So what's with the cake? Was there a party I wasn't invited to?" He gave her a teasing look.

"Actually, yes." She smirked as he frowned.

"What party? Why wasn't I invited?" James demanded and Amanda laughed.

"My birthday party."

James choked on cake. "When was your birthday?"

"I was in the hospital but we just celebrated a few days ago." Amanda explained and James looked incredulous. "That's why we have ice cream cake." She said finally.

"Who knew about this?"

Amanda shrugged. "It was just family."

James stared at her with wide eyes. "We need to have a party." James said with finality. Now, it was Amanda's turn to look incredulous.

"Why?"

"Because this was your seventeenth birthday!" James exclaimed. "The big one seven! And you were in the hospital! You didn't get any presents-"

"Yes, I did."

James ignored her, "We need to celebrate properly! Let's go have a drink."

"We can't just go have a drink." Amanda argued.

"Of course we can! That's the upside of being seventeen. And you can do magic whenever you want-"

"James, it's also nine in the morning." She reminded him.

"Technically it's nine seventeen." He said seriously and she whacked him. "Oh, alright. Let's go later. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at six." And then he started for the door.

"Wait, why did you come?" She asked before he made it out the door. He looked over his shoulder.

"I told you, just checking in." He winked and then left.

Atria was really nervous. This will be the first time they had spoken since that night in Romania. They had avoided each other at the wedding, but there was no avoiding each other at home. Luckily, there was only two days before they had to leave for Hogwarts.

The she would go back to Slytherin and Al would go to Gryffindor. Except for when they were with their friends, which was always! Ugh, her plan of avoiding him was not going so well. She was accounting that night in the hospital to her being loopy on pain killing potions. Which she sort of had been still a bit out of it from being in a coma for two days.

She was waiting to bump into him in the house. Maybe they would go to the kitchen at the same time, or try to shower at the same time… or maybe they would just cross paths in the hallway. Anyways, Atria was sure he was avoiding her to because she had been home for three hours and Lily had come to see her, but Albus hadn't.

Knock, Knock.

Atria had spoken too soon. Her hair went blue and sh made sure the mark on her arm was gone. Albus peaked his head in her room, clutching a piece of parchment. Even from over here she could tell it was Scorpius's handwriting. The Malfoy seal was on the letter and the cursive look like calligraphy.

"I got a letter from Scorpius and Rose." He explained and Atria nodded. Then she frowned.

"Both of them?"

Albus inched the rest of the way in her room. "They both made Head. Apparently Rose was very surprised." He grinned a bit and Atria had so laugh.

"She's the only one."

"That's what Scor said."

An uncomfortable silence passed.

"So how was the rest of dragon camp?" He asked.

Atria lifted a shoulder and let it drop. "A bit boring." Albus smirked. "And you? With the joke shop?" What was wrong with her vocabulary? Suddenly she couldn't speak in full sentences? She reprimanded herself.

"Fun." He grinned and a shiver went down her back. She still hated him.

Sure, tell yourself that.

She cursed her inner voice. I do hate him. I hate that he's making it so hard for me to hate him. She rolled her eyes to herself at that thought. That was possibly the stupidest thing she had ever thought. And that was saying something.

"Sorry, I haven't spoken to you." He inched a bit closer and she swallowed.

"Are you?" She was surprised.

"Yes, I am." He said firmly. "I shouldn't have avoided you…"

"We were avoiding each other." She admitted and pressed her lips together.

Albus took a step towards where she was sitting on the bed. Then he shut the door.

"I don't want to avoid you." His eyes bore into her's. "Remember how you said you didn't want to be tied down for summer? Because you were going away." He added and she nodded.

"It's not summer anymore." He whispered.

And then left her to mull that over.

Damnit! She flung herself back on the bed and screamed into the duvet.

***A/N: I can't believe I've been working on this for almost a year!This was a bit of a filler chapter but it was necessary. I've had a bit of writer's block recently and review's really help with that! Please review everytime you like something/dislike something/or wish something had happened! - Alex