October

"Halloween!" I heard multiple people shouting as I entered the Great Hall. Merlin, it was only the first of October, it's not like there was much to get excited about, and Halloween was still practically a month away. For most people at least. I sigh; Malfoy and I had to plan the ball today. The Halloween ball, not the Inter-House Unity one.

I've always hated Halloween. Don't get me wrong, I love dressing up, but as soon as I was ten years old it was always, "watch the younger ones Rose," "Don't eat too much candy, you're too responsible for that." "Don't let Hugo watch scary movies when his friends come over." "Can I have friends over?" "No, you have to supervise Hugo."

It sucked. But I had elected to make this Halloween better. I'll plan an amazing ball, and I'll go to it with my amazing hunk of a boyfriend, Beckett O'Hara. He had asked me almost a month in advance, this morning as we were walking down to breakfast. Obviously I said yes, I mean, did you think I was stupid?

That afternoon I met Malfoy in our common room. "Let's get this done as efficiently as possible so I don't have to look at your miserable face for a moment longer."

He agreed wholeheartedly, "Oh no Weasley. I'm so wounded. So. Wounded."

We decided to go with the classic Halloween ball. Tons of spider webs, fog machines, and plenty of spooky lighting. We assigned each pair of prefects to a different task and sent them to the various parts of the castle via owl.

Since Malfoy and I were in charge of Music, we set off to the library to research. It was his idea; I had wanted to walk around Hogsmeade seeing if we could get any up-and-coming young musicians to play for us. Malfoy had suggested we actually see if there were any professionals that don't cost too much to hire. Therefore, library.

We sat at a table with the stack of books we had obtained and began flipping through them. After a considerable amount of time, Malfoy began speaking, "So, you and O'Hara still dating then?"

"Yes. Beckett and I are still dating."

"Shame," I looked surprised at his remark, but he quickly amended his statement, "He deserves better."

I elect to ignore him and go on with research when suddenly I reach an epiphany, "Oh my gods Malfoy I'm so stupid!"

"Finally something we can both agree on"

I ignore him and continue, "Teddy Lupin! He's a huge musician! We can totally get him to come down here for a super cheap price!"

"What makes you think he'd do it for cheap?"

"Well I am his cousin."

Understanding seemed to dawn on his face, he held up a hand for a high five, and then we were standing directly in front of each other. I don't remember how it happened, but one second our hands her clapping together in celebration and suddenly I'm pulling back from a kiss. But this is not Beckett, so who just kissed me? Oh…. Merlin. Malfoy.

I pushed him backwards with a surprised look on my face, my eyes saying everything that was rushing through my head.

He looked about as surprised as I was, "Rose… I-" I didn't get to hear the rest of what he said because I had already gathered my stuff and was heading towards the door.

I could have sworn I heard him mumble something along the lines of "I'm sorry," but that was just wishful thinking. Malfoy has never uttered those words in his entire life.

Let's skip forward to the day of the dance. That's when everything interesting happened. The rest of the month had just been me ignoring Malfoy, and Malfoy ignoring me. Obviously Beckett was a huge part of my life currently, but sadly Malfoy was taking up most of my thoughts with his infuriating face.

The day of the dance, I pulled the dress I had chosen before the school year started out of my closet. I added a pair of emerald green heels and curled my hair. Basically, I looked gorgeous.

I stepped into the Great Hall, and immediately all eyes were on Beckett and I. Thankfully I hadn't been asked to go with Scorpius like other heads have been asked to do. I shuddered at the mere thought.

We danced practically all night, until Beckett went off to sleep. I was obligated to stay however, because I was head girl. So, I took a seat at one of the tables set up along the outskirts of the room. I pushed a plush spider away from the edge of the table and leaned back. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them again there was a tall blonde figure yanking me onto my feet. "Scorpius? What the-"

He cut me off, "Please just dance with me," he pleaded, "I came with Adelaide Cooper, and she won't bloody leave me alone."

I nodded knowingly and accepted my fate. Still slightly scowling, though not as much as before, "Scorpius if you keep dancing that far away from me she's never going to believe that you don't like her." (He was at least an arms length away.)

He stepped closer with ease, bent his head down to my ear and whispered, "Is this better Rosie."

"It most certainly is not considering you just called me that awful name."

I stared at him for a moment, and when he didn't reply I continued with another question, "Why did you kiss me?"

He narrowed his eyes in concentration, "What?"

"A couple weeks ago in the library. Why. Did. You. Kiss. Me?"

He shrugged.

"That's not an acceptable answer."

"What do you mean that's not an acceptable answer, Weasley?"

"I mean, I bloody well deserve an answer to why you kissed me out of nowhere when you know for a fact that I have a great boyfriend.

His scowl deepened, "Maybe you shouldn't."

"Maybe I shouldn't what Malfoy?"

"Maybe you shouldn't have him for a boyfriend."

"And why is that? Are you jealous?" I began to tease him.

"No," he said abruptly, dropping his hands from my waist and stalking off to go find some other girl to distract him from Adelaide Cooper.

"Well then," I murmur sarcastically once he can't hear me anymore, and resume my place at the table, waiting the rest of the night until everyone leaves.

I down a considerable amount of butterbeer, not enough to leave me outrageously drunk, only enough to impair my judgment to the point that I made the worst decision of my life.

I stumbled back to our common room to find Malfoy sitting on the couch reading, "Move over Malfoy, I'm too tired to make it all the way to my bedroom," I say as I flop down beside him.

"You do realize that only about ten steps more and you would have made it. Also, there's and armchair right there," He points across the table to the chair at the other side, all without looking up from his book.

"Yeah, but neither of those places are as comfortable, as the middle. Of. This. Couch." I say, scooting closer to him with every word, laying my head on his shoulder with a contented sigh.

He finally looks up at me, "Merlin, Rose are you drunk?"

I wave my hand back and forth, "Noooo don't be silly Scorpy. I only drank a Tiny. Bit."

"Well guess what? I don't believe you, so go to bed." His head turned back to his book.

"But Scorpius," I whisper.

He stopped reading and looked straight ahead, setting the book on his lap, then slowly turned to face me, "Rose. Go. To. Bed."

I stated defiantly, "No."

"Yes."

"Noooo."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Nopity Nope Nope Nope."

"Rose!" I bit my lip, worried he might yell at me and his face changed immediately, "Merlin Rose you can't do that."

"Do what Scorpius?"

"You can't just- you can't say my freaking name like…"

"Like what Scorpius."

"Like that Rose!"

"Well then why are you allowed to call me Rose?" I say, pointed at myself.

"Because I don't sound so seductive when I do it!" he shouts, immediately covering his mouth.

I giggled, "How do you know?"

"How do I know what?"

I leaned forward farther, our faces almost touching once again, "How do you know that you don't sound seductive when you say my name?"

He stared at me, obviously surprised. (About as surprised as I was myself).

"Rose," he began. I bit my lip again out of nervousness. "Rose. Oh my gods stop it Rose! Stop biting your lip and stop saying my name and stop being so freaking close to me! I can't handle it."

I pouted, "You don't think I'm pretty."

"Rose you're bloody gorgeous, but you're drunk and I'm pretty sure your boyfriend wouldn't be happy to walk in on us in this position, seeing as you're practically on top of me, and if you keep on going on like this he'll find us doing something much more compromising to your relationship."

I covered my mouth with my hand as my thoughts finally caught up to me, "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright."

"No it's not."

"It's fine," he insisted.

And then I cried. I cried in Scorpius Malfoy's arms, for about an hour. Merlin, if anyone finds out about this I'm dead.