A/N: Sorry everyone, for not updating sooner. I've been super busy, and I just took PSAT's today, so my schedule should (hopefully) clear up, at least a little bit.

Wow you guys, thanks for the reviews! Since you were all so super good with the reviews, this chapters a little bit longer than all the others. I hope you will all keep reviewing. (For who asked, Ava is pronounced Ay-va.) I put a little bit of Scorpius P.O.V in here, so I really hope you like it. I probably won't have too much Scorpius P.O.V in the story, but I thought it was important to include it in part of the chapter, because it was a conversation between just Albus and Scorpius, and I couldn't have Rose in there, but I needed it in the story, so well, you'll see. Sorry for rambling.

Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own Harry Potter. Or Scorpius.

Chapter Four: Of Quidditch Practice and Dates

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Dear Rose,

Thanks for your letter. As a matter of fact, I also received one from Albus. Don't worry, I'm not 'sneaking out to any wild parties' as you so kindly put it.

I've been feeling horrible without Albus (and you too, of course).

So, I can't really do much about History of Magic – and you would never be able to fail any class. But if there's any class you would come close to failing, it would definitely be History of Magic.

Someone likes you, huh? I can't say I'm surprised. You were always a very likable person. Ha ha. But seriously, I'm not that surprised ... as to who it is, well, that's hard. I asked Albus in my letter to him, but I don't know how long it's going to take him to reply. He could have been just saying that to mess with your head, too, but I'm sure you've probably already considered that.

Anyways, talk to Albus about it, and keep your eye open for any weird behavior from any boys.

Everything here is going great. I haven't found myself in any problem situations – the staff is so nice, and everybody here is in either the same predicament as me or a similar one. I'm adjusting fairly well, but I do miss Hogwarts. Hope to see you soon.

Mail me back,

Ava

I stare at the letter for a few minutes. Any suspicious behavior from boys ... hmmm, did Scorpius' actual conversation with me yesterday count?

It's been 2 days since I wrote Ava, and since my encounter with Scorpius in the owelry.

I haven't ran into him since. I mean, I see him sitting with Albus at the Slytherin table, but I haven't actually talked to him or anything.

"Rose?" I hear Constance ask, "Is everything alright?"

I nod my head, clearing it of my previous thoughts. "Everything is fine."

"Oh, good," she pauses, "When's the first Quidditch game?"

"In five weeks time," I glance at the clock, "I actually have to get to practice now; I almost forgot." I stand up. "Bye, Constance, see you later."

"Bye Rose." I walk out the portrait hole, hurrying down to the Quidditch pitch. I'm five minutes late.

I get into the changing room and put on my gold and red robes before grabbing my Nimbus 3000.

"Oy, Rose!" Charlie Bell calls when I get out on the pitch. "Where've you been? It's the first practice of the year!"

"Sorry!" I glance around the pitch; Tryouts were yesterday, and we have two new beaters, and a new keeper. Charlie, the captain, is also a chaser.

"S'Alright!" He calls back, "But just get up here; we're trying out some new formations, alright?"

"Got it!" I yell back, swinging my leg my leg over the side of my broom and racing off into the air.

The rest of our practice was spent trying out some new formations, and getting used to the beaters and keeper. Finally, it was over. A bludger had grazed my arm, and a purple bruise was forming.

"What was up with you today, Rose?" Charlie asks as we walk off the pitch.

"I just have some stuff on my mind," I say.

He nods. "Want to talk about it? I mean, I heard your friend left, and stuff, that must me tough."

I sigh. "Yeah, it is." And I don't know who likes me, but I wasn't going to say that.

"I know how you feel. When I was eight, one of my neighborhood friends moved to France. I think she goes to Beauxbatons now," he pauses, "Well, it was a long time ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I respond, "I'll see you tomorrow," I say, turning towards the girls' changing rooms.

"Wait, Rose!" he calls, when I'm halfway inside the door.

"Yea?" I ask, turning around.

He blushes. "Doyouwantogotohogsmeadewithme?" he asks, it coming out in a blur. I honestly don't understand a single word of what he just said.

"What was that?" I ask, confused.

He takes a deep breath. "There's a Hogsmeade trip in four weeks from now. I was wondering if, you didn't have any plans that is, I mean, if you do, you don't have to –"

I cut off his rambling. "I'd love to go with you to Hogsmeade, Charlie."

His face visibly brightens, and I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. "Really?" He asks, and I nod. "That's great – I-I'll talk to you later, alright?" He starts walking backwards, and runs into the wall. I try not to laugh. "I'll, uh, see you later!" He calls, turning bright red and disappearing into the Quiddtich changing rooms.

And before I know it, I've forgotten all about what Albus said about someone liking me.

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I skip up to the library in a happy mood. After all, I have a date. When you look past all of Charlie's stupidness and clumsiness, he's a pretty decent person, and good looking too.

I don't get dates that often. I've only had a few boyfriends. So I'm obviously excited. I'd already written my letter to Ava, telling her about it. She's bound to be excited too.

Anyways, once I enter the library, I see Albus sitting at the table in the far corner, stabbing his parchment furiously. I walk over to him and grab the quill from his hand.

"What in the world are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm looking out for the well-being of the parchment," I answer, still smiling. He yanks back the quill. "No need to be so rude," I say.

He ignores me.

"Or you can be rude," I say, sitting down across from him, and slowly opening my bag.

"What's put you in such a good mood?" he asks, grumpily.

I grin at him. "I thought you would never ask," I say, throwing my bag on the ground, so that Madam Pince throws me a look. "Sorry," I mouth at her. "Anyways," I continue, turning back to Albus, "I have a date to Hogsmeade in four weeks."

He snorts. "Took him long enough," He remarks.

"What in the world are you talking about?" I ask, confused.

He rolls his eyes. "He didn't tell you when he asked you?" He questions, raising his eyebrows, "I thought he would ..."

"Tell me what?" I ask.

"How he's liked you since at least third year – or, at least, that's when he realized it," he answers.

"Charlie?" I question.

"What about him?" he asks, now confused. Serves him right.

"Charlie asked me to Hogsmeade, doofus."

Albus nearly chokes on, well, nothing. He starts coughing, and I get up and thump him on the back. Finally, he can talk again.

"I thought – I thought you were talking about someone else," he says.

I shake my head. "No, Charlie asked me. Isn't it great?" I ask.

He narrows his eyes, before looking back down at his paper. "Bloody brilliant," he mumbles.

"Fine," I say, picking up my bag, "I'm leaving."

"Good riddance," he answers.

-- (SCORPIUS P.O.V)

I'm sitting in the Slytherin seventh-year dorm, trying to do my transfiguration homework when Albus walks in. He slams the door behind him before throwing his bag across the room, and throwing himself on his bed.

"What's up with you mate?" I ask.

"Nothing," he mumbles.

"Has wittle-Ava still not written you back? Is wittle-Albus a wittle-heartbroken?" I tease. I'm greeted with a pillow to the head.

"Shut up, Scorpius," he says, "Just for that, I'm not going to share my important information with you," I'm pretty sure he's smirking.

"See if I care," I answer, because frankly, I really don't. I turn back to my homework.

"Not even if it has something to do with an certain red-head seventh year Gryffindor?" he asks, and I know he's smirking.

Rose. My breath catches in my throat. Ever since third year; every time I think of her my heart always skips a beat. And when I see her – God, I can't even describe it. Rose. Her beautiful auburn hair. Rose. I think I'm in love –

"Do you want to know or not?" he asks, and this time I throw the pillow at him.

"Of course I want to know, you idiot."

"Name calling is not going to get you anywhere in life, Scorpius," he warns.

"Fine," I say, "Please?"

"Since you asked nicely, but I'm warning you, you aren't going to like it. Just like you haven't liked a lot of my news about Rose in the past," he says, and I groan, already picturing what he's going to say, but I let him continue, "Rose has a date," he finishes.

Of course. All of his news about Rose is always about her having a date. Or a boyfriend. Or both.

"You should've just asked her out man," he says.

"But I can't – she's Rose!"

He crinkles his nose in disgust. "Yea, she's Rose, what's so special about her?"

"I don't know! I can't just ask her out – I mean, I've always come off as arrogant to her, she'd probably say no, and I don't know!" I cry out.

"Well then, just show her the real you. End of story."

"No, not end of story," I say, "I'm never going to get a date with Rose at this point – I don't see why you just can't put in a good word for me," I whine.

"Because she's my cousin, and the thought of her with any guy is utterly repulsing to me. And I don't put in 'good words' for any guy, not even you, Scorp, my best friend – you don't know how many guys have asked me to put in a good word for them with Rose, or Lily, or espicially Dominique, while she was still here," he says.

"You're right," I answer, "Sorry – it's just hard, I guess, is all. So who is it this time?"

"Charlie," he answers, "Chaser and captain on the Quidditch Team."

"I'm on the Quiddtich Team," I point out.

"Yea," he snorts, "The enemy team."

-- (ROSE P.O.V)

Albus is such a git. 'Good riddance.' Whatever.

But something is bothering me – who did he mean when he said he thought it was someone else? I remember now when he'd said he knew who liked me.

Was he talking about them? Suddenly, Al walks into the Great Hall with Scorpius. Scorpius looks at me, offers a small smile, and looks away.

What was that? Oh God, was he talking about Scorpius? It couldn't be Scorpius ... could it?

I think I need to write another letter to Ava.

A/N: So there it is, five full pages in all it's glory. Pretty please, do review.

Love you all, Paige