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CHAPTER THREE:
Quidditch was primarily the one thing that gives me any solidarity in life. I spent frequent nights, some after training, finding myself flying around the pitch, thoughts pondering.
Tonight, as practise finishes, I stay back and follow a circular motion around the pitch, welcoming the luke-warm breeze. Intoxicating in the smell of fresh air, I don't realise the sound of another broom behind me.
'Beautiful night tonight, isn't it Red' Red, was the nickname Scorpius had made for me, complimentary to my red, burgundy hair.
I turn around, 'not too bad, if I don't say so myself, what brings you here' I smile.
'Well, Rose, as much as I think you really are bright and all, I sometimes find it alarming that you choose to spend your nights here, alone, in the air, on your broom, going round and round in circles' he chuckles softly, and goodness if angels chuckle, they would sound like Scorpius Malfoy.
'What are you implying?' I raise an eyebrow, knowing he will have some sort of sarcastic reply.
'I think I may need to be in contact with St. Mungo's' he laughs, flying his broom so that it is next to mine.
'You know what I find to be crazy' I look at him, staring into his grey eyes.
'Prey tell' he looks straight back at me eye to eye.
'It's just- well, you and I, in all the years you have been friends with Albus, never established a proper friendship, I know we have some different personality traits, and you are more sociable than I am. But in the time we have been friends, it feels like I have known you so well my whole life like there wasn't a time where we weren't friends or didn't talk to each other. We share so many common interests, and get along so well, I mean maybe on my behalf I could have approached you earlier in our schooling career and we may have been closer from then, but does it ever occur to you it's taken us five years, to be where we are now?' I am looking down now because I don't want to know his reaction, what if he is annoyed at what I am saying? What if he thinks I am trying to put this all on him?
'Your right Rose' he says to me, placing his hand on mine, while we are still so high up in the sky.
'I don't know why it's taken us this long to be where we are now, but I've always liked you, Rose. I've always admired how smart you are, how good you are at Quidditch. Being more sociable or not has nothing to do with it, in my opinion. I think that I always felt as though you were in a way, too good to be friends with me. You aren't like other girls, you carry yourself so well, and I think I found that intimidating if I'm being honest' he squeezes my hand, and I am now looking at his pearly white, cheeky smile.
I scoff, 'me, intimidating? are you mental? I'm like 5'2 and have twig arms' I then look down hiding my red, embarrassed face.
'Put you in a Quidditch match and if looks could kill sweetheart, you'd take the cake' he then laughs.
And before I know it, we are both sitting together, in the night sky, laughing together, taking in how beautiful this moment is.
My feelings of friendship towards Scorpius had changed after tonight, and I began to see him differently.