Scorpius strode directly toward her as soon as she entered the great hall the next morning as if he had been waiting for her. He took her by the wrist and led her away from breakfast.

"I need to talk to you," he mumbled almost incoherently. She let herself be lead dumbly away and thrown into a nearby broom closet.

"Yeah, they aren't going to talk now." Rose rolled her eyes to herself.

"How do you wake up at the end of your dreams?" He rushed at her, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"Excuse me?" She barked.

"The dreams, do you wake naturally, do your friends wake you?" He was worrying her now.

"I'm always wake myself up. I wake up shaking, sweaty and screaming." She furrowed her brows letting herself be held.

He rubbed his eyes after a while with the heel of his palm. His shirt was rumpled like he'd slept in it. "What is it?" She whispered, searching for his eyes but he wouldn't look at her.

"It's all I can hear, all night and every night. It haunts me. Your screams. I hear you screaming." He was rambling, she was overcome with thought and fear and confusion.

"My screaming? You hear me scream?" She caught his gaze and he just slowly shook his head, yes. She was breathless and caught up in him, she could feel his warmth radiate from him and was sure his breath was cresting upon the loose curls atop her forehead.

"Oh. My. God." The door swung open and they both turned to find Daphne and Alexandria standing mouths agape. "Oh. My. God." Daphne repeated.

"You guys have a lot of explaining to do." Alexandria placed a hand upon her hitched hip studying them there in the broom closet.

Scorpius realizing the implication backed away from Rose and the wall he had pressed her into, flushing red against his ghost pale cheeks. He almost seemed to run away from her then and Rose couldn't help but feel disappointed. There was so much more to think about. He could her scream? He never made a sound in her dreams. Maybe she didn't have it so bad after all.

"Well?" said Alexandria expectantly. "What is the cause of dear Scorpius turning into a tomato, and you two getting cosy in make out point here."

"He wanted to talk to me, about the dreams."

Daphne clicked her tongue, "That is the worst excuse I have ever heard."

"He said he can hear my screaming." She shifted awkwardly.

"Your screaming?" They asked in unison, concern filling their brow.

"Where is Alex?" Rose asked Daphne later at dinner.

"Um, probably meeting some guy. I dunno." Daphne shrugged her off, returning back to her chatter with Hyacinth Flint.

Scorpius wasn't at dinner she noticed, but she tried to ignore it. She ate very little of her chicken and greens and found herself wondering around Hogwarts halls instead.

The gloom of the castle spoke to her tonight, it felt eerie to walk through it all, knowing the battle that had taken place here so many years ago. She had thought often that it felt improper to open it up again, that it should stand in memoriam to those who had died here. Her mother had reminded her on many occasion that Hogwarts just wasn't the type of place to stand still whilst there were students to teach. The very soul of Hogwarts wouldn't allow it.

Thunder and lightning broke across a darkened sky and clouded all her thoughts. She felt as if the air was too electric to breathe in.

"Rose." He called out to her from across the clearing, tumbling forward he reached her and intertwined their fingers together.

"Rose." He beseeched her.

She shook her head in fear. Dark figures in hoods encircled them she realized.

"This is different." She mumbled.

His eyes widened. "Rose. Are you dreaming or am I?"

Before she could answer lightning struck her and the sword of Gryffindor struck into her own shoulder. She heard the feint cry of her own making and felt a searing ache burning through her body.

"Nooo!"

She woke up gasping, clambering onto her uninjured shoulder. Ripping out of her bed in her night dress she raced through the Slytherin dungeons and out into the corridors unsure of the time but aware fully of the darkness. She ran through the empty corridors unsure of whom to seek, would it be appropriate to seek out Headmistress Mcgonagall at Merlin knows what hour?

That was when he slammed into her, bracing himself by gripping at her elbows. "Rose!" He breathed.

"You were there weren't you?" She cried out.

"Yes." He nodded.

She hugged him and he held onto her there in the darkness without word. Gripping onto him, he breathed her in fervently his hair falling over his eyes.

"Scorpius," She hissed into his ear. "We need to tell someone, the Headmistress maybe." He didn't let go and so she rested her chin at the crook of his shoulder.

He grunted awkwardly when they finally broke apart. He was in his pyjamas too, a plain tee shirt and cotton pants; stripped with Ravenclaw blue. She smirked at him then and he caught her.

"What?" He couldn't help but laugh.

"Scorpius Malfoy in his pyjamas, I'm surprised the look doesn't come complete with stuffed teddy bear." Her mood lightened as they walked the halls together.

"What did you expect me to sleep naked?"

They laughed together all the way down to the Headmistresses office. When they got there the place was lit, upon climbing the stair they found Headmistress Mcgonagall in her nightgown.

"Miss?" Rose cried out.

"Would you two care to explain?"