Disclaimer: Uh, I don't own anything, got it? Also, I'm sorry about the not updating thing. My sister had friends over a bunch of time this week which meant that I did not have access to a regular computer that had this document on it. Go figure.

The rest of the week flew by, and I was having a lot of fun, but there was one thing nagging at the back of my mind. Why hadn't he written back yet? He promised he would. It made absolutely no sense. I wrote to him nearly every day. I should have gotten at least one response by now.

I waited. Every night I looked out the window. The only owl that had come back was my own, when she came back from delivering my messages. There was no reply at all.

At first, I thought that Lily had been hiding them from me, because she didn't really approve of me being with Scorpius, though she thought that he was insanely hot, but she swore that she didn't take them, and she was the only one in the house who was able to get to them as we locked the room before we left, and no one went up there during the day.

I didn't sleep well that last night. I was worrying about him. What if his family invited some distant friends and they had a pretty daughter and they hit it off or something? I nearly started crying with that theory.

I was extremely tire when my brother, my cousins and I had to leave for the train, but I figured I would sleep on there.

Lily, Albus and Hugo were all sitting with their respective friends (or a girlfriend in Al's case), so I was left all alone.

I settled for an empty compartment and leaned my head against the window.

It seemed that I had drifted into an unthinking stupor for a few minutes before I heard the door slide open. My face instantly brightened when I saw who it was.

"Hey Scorpius," I smiled.

But there was something wrong. His face was had, emotionless. It reminded me of the last glimpse of his face that I caught when he left me crying that day in Hogsmeade.

The thought of it frightened me.

"Oh, hello," he said. It was awfully formal. "I was just looking for Albus. Do you know where he is?"

"He's sitting with Lindsay," I informed him.

"Oh, ok," he said.

"You can sit here, if you want," I offered.

"No, I told Jonathan that I would catch up with him today," he said.

"Oh, alright then," I said, though he had closed the door and walked away before I could finish the sentence.

Why should I feel hurt by that? Of course he would want to see his friends. I had kind of been monopolizing him, and his friends didn't know that we were together. He knew that everything was out the window with my family, and I had sent him a letter saying that there was probably no reason for us to keep it a secret anymore. He was probably just going to explain it. There was no reason to be worried at all.

But all the same, I was. This wasn't his normal behavior. What happened?

I thought back from the time we left each other to the time that I got back on the train.

We kissed and promised to write everyday. I kept my promise and wrote him the next night. The night after that, Hugo told my entire family about Scorpius and I, and I told him about it that night in another letter. I wrote him every night, and he never wrote back once.

And then something dawned on me.

What if his parents had found the letters? What would they thing? It was nothing good, probably. But what could they possibly say that would affect Scorpius in such a way?

I would confront him about it at the first possible chance that I could get. He couldn't ignore me forever.

I occupied my mind with other things for the moment.

There was a little less than half a school year left at Hogwarts for me. That was pretty significant.

I had always been sort of stubborn on the fact that I wanted to go into work as a healer in St. Mungo's. My father had wanted to be an auror, but I was only ok at Defense Against the Dark Arts. My mother said that I should be a teacher, but as much as I loved the school, I would probably feel trapped there after a while.

After I put my luggage up in the common room, I sat down and thought for a moment. Mostly, it was about how I would approach Scorpius. It wouldn't be easy, I knew.

A fit of déjà vu overtook me as I remembered that this was exactly how I felt that morning before Hogsmeade when I resolved myself to tell him.

Holy crap, I thought. What am I going to do? My boyfriend is acting weird, and I am just here sitting in my bed. I should go down to dinner right now and go talk to him.

And that's exactly what I resolved to do.

But when I got there, there was a nasty surprise waiting for me.

He wasn't there.

Al came up to me with a note in his hands. "Scorpius told me to give this to you," he said, giving me an apologetic look.

Tentatively, I opened it.

Dearest Rose,

I'm sorry that I couldn't write to you over the break. I was going to, I swear, but my parents had somehow found out about us. I don't know who told them, but they were furious with me when I got home.

They told me that there were some… arrangements to make, and that's when they informed me of their knowledge.

They were completely disappointed in me, and they said that there was only one thing to do now.

As you're reading this, please know that I am not doing this of my own accord. My parents are sending me to Durmstang. I'll have another year there after this one there, so I won't be able to visit.

You have no idea how completely sorry I am that I didn't tell you before. I just couldn't

I almost did on the train ride today, but I didn't want to see the look on your face. It would just be too much for me to bear.

I am so sorry, Rose.

Forever yours,

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

Crying, I closed the note and ran back to Ravenclaw tower, clutching it to my chest.