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CHAPTER FIVE:

As I walk back to the common room, I begin to as promised, drown in my thoughts.

First of all, Rose Weasley, since when did you care about what a boy thinks? And second of all, how did you find yourself caught up in this emotional awakening? What even are feelings? Are you that daft? damn, Scorpius is good at making a girl feel special. Get a hold of yourself for Merlin's sake.

Ahh yes, Sirena Chang. Slytherin. Curvy. Academically slow, and well to put it nicely… 'gets around' she and Scorpius have been playing the 'on and off game' as I like to call it, since the beginning of fourth year. Scorpius has many slags, but Sirena is the elite of Slags and his main one.

I get it, she is very pretty and has attributes that I don't, so I guess it's a given that he would rather her over me, not that I really-

'Rose! Wait!' is that who I think it could be?

'For a small girl, you sure do walk fast, what have you got, some sort of turbo motor installed in your legs' Scorpius says, now walking beside me.

'Did I tell you they also are combined with Nitrous Oxide' I say, chuckling.

'Albus said you were with Sirena this morning, I presume you two are on again?' I seriously can't help myself.

'Quite the opposite actually, I told her that I don't want to have anything to do with her anymore, she just drags me down, and I can't seem to ever hold a good conversation with her' he answers honestly.

'Well, it was only a matter of time before you came to your senses and realised some pretty faces are just that, pretty faces' I say back to him.

'Most are, some aren't, like you' we are still walking to the Ravenclaw common room at this point.

'Is that an implication that I am a pretty face and more? I look at him questionably.

He begins to start laughing softly, 'yes Red, that is an implication that you are a pretty face and more. There is so much more to you than what meets the eye'

I am staring at him now, really staring at him. For a boy, there are no other words to describe him, rather than actually beautiful. I study the build of his face, which is a soft square outline, but more diamond-shaped coming towards his chin, giving him a sharp jawline. I move up to his eyes, which are as grey as a winter's sky when it storms, covered lightly by the ends of his icy, blonde, ever so soft and silky hair. I have never, however, seen him without a shirt on, but I can imagine what lies beneath his school uniform.

Did I just really think that?

'Thank you' I replied. I don't think I have received a compliment like that from a boy before. It's nice, and even nicer coming from Scorpius.

By the time we continue walking, we reach the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, I turn to look at Scorpius, giving him the nod that he can leave me here.

'What made you ask about Sirena? I don't think it's ever been like you to take interest in my love life' he asks, and I am taken aback. Am I interested? No, well, yes. I don't know, this is all too confusing.

'Well, I wouldn't say I am interested, I suppose it's because Sirena is a slag, and now that we're friends, I don't see you lowering your standards like that to be with her, then again you have before. Or maybe you just show me a different version of yourself when you're with me' I answer back.

He looks hesitant to respond like he is chewing on what words to say, he gives me that nervous look he gave me back when we first met in the library.

'When I am with you Rose, I feel the version I show is the best version of myself. You bring out the good in me, that's why I like hanging around with you' after he says this, he kisses me on the cheek, gives a small subtle smile, and with that, leaves.

And I am left, standing at the entrance, alone, startled.

'If you have me, you want to share me. If you share me, you don't have me. What am I?' the lady in the painting asks.

I know this, it couldn't be any more obvious that its-

'Watermelon' I blurt out

Water-what? Rose Weasley, did you just answer watermelon to a riddle, given by a painting, for people who are supposedly in the 'smart house'.

My brain has turned to mush. I think about it again.

'Secrets' I say confidently, and with that, I am let in.

I need, a lot, of sleep.