Remember how I said that I'm a really slow updater? Well, this is what I meant.
Albus, in fact, only had to wait about a day before receiving a letter from his mother. The letter demanded that he fixed the glasses and threatened him with a long-distance bat-bogey hex if he didn't. So Albus fixed his glasses.
Scorpius was sitting in an armchair, his legs resting casually on the stool in front of him.
"You've got a free period too?"
Scorpius turned his head as much as his position would allow and saw Rose emerge through the portrait hole.
"Yeah. Where were you?" Scorpius asked, letting his head fall back onto the cushion.
"Where was I when?"
"You normally come up here to study sooner than halfway through the period."
"I found Albus in the library when I was checking out that book you wanted for the Charms essay. His reparo charm didn't seem to be working properly." Rose winked. "Although, I'm afraid, I may have done more harm then good." she paused. "Don't you have homework to do?"
"I finished most of it."
"And you don't plan on studying at all? We've got a potions exam coming up. And you have the essay..."
Scorpius shook his head. "Not really. Anyways, we've got months until the exam, and the essay isn't due for two days. Relax, Fireball."
Rose rolled her eyes and said from habit, "Don't call me Fireball." She tossed him the book. "Of course, you always get one hundred percent on all of the tests and assignments by not studying and putting it off until literally the last period, right?"
"My test scores are my own business."
"They why do you tell me them every time?"
"I don't tell you every time."
"Yeah right."
Rose heaved his legs off of the stool and sat down.
"Hey!" Scorpius sat up and flung a pillow at her. She ducked and caught it as it flew above her, and chucked it back at him, nailing him hard in the head.
"Are you going to start on your homework?" Rose opened her tiny purse, stuck her entire arm in it, and pulled out a book that looked like it was three times as big as the purse. Then she stuck her head in it, muttering under her breadth. "Where's my potions essay? I should really put a lamp in here."
Finally, Rose managed to extract her potions essay from inside the purse. She set in in her lap folded her hands over in, and looked up at Scorpius. "Well?"
Rose, straight-backed and neat as usual, contrasted greatly with the blond boy splayed out on the couch. Scorpius's response, of course, fit perfectly with his appearance.
"Nah."
Rose rolled her eyes, took out her quill and wrote while Scorpius watched her work.
After about ten minutes, the portrait hole opened again and a group of girls walked in. When they saw Scorpius all of them whispered to each other, giggling. Rose rolled my eyes.
"Why are you hanging out with HER?" Allie, their 'leader,' leaned against the armchair. Scorpius sat up.
"Why do you think? Rose is my best-" Allie cut him off, glaring at me.
"Scorpius, Hogsmeade, next weekend?"
For a dreaded moment, Rose thought he was going to say yes. But that was before she saw his face.
Scorpius stared at her, utterly disgusted and at loss as to why Allie would have thought that he might accept. When it looked like his glare wasn't registering, he sighed and said shortly, "No." Then he turned back to Rose, making it clear that it was time for Allie to leave. Scorpius had dated Allie for about three days last year, until he figured out how awful she was.
Scorpius jerked his head towards Allie's downcast retreating figure, and rolled his eyes. Rose nodded as the cluster of girls erupted into giggles. She don't know how they got into Gryffindoor. The self-proclaimed 'popular' girls, with there short skirts and fake smiles, and super-clingyness that annoyed Rose, were used to all of the boys asking them out or at least accepting when they asked. Of course, now they would begin spreading rumors about how Rose Weasley was dating Scorpius Malfoy, and then they would start getting letters from their parents. It would take months to kill all of the rumors that would start; It happened last year with a different group of overly-jealous girls.
"When's Quidditch practice?" Scorpius asked, changing the subject.
"It's after lunch today, I think."
"What period is it?"
Rose looked at him. "How can you not know what period it is?"
He shrugged.
"It's the period before lunch. Fourth." Rose looked up at the clock. It was already passing period. She stood up, putting her books and essay back in her purse. "Congratulations, you've managed to go the entire free period without getting any work done whatsoever."
Scorpius heaved himself up, and yawned dramatically, and Rose ducked as he flung his arms out."I was tired!"
The two of them made their way down to the Great Hall, followed at a distance by the giggly, infuriating girls. Rose spotted Albus in the middle of the Gryffindoor table, one of the only ones there.. Rose plopped down next to him, and Scorpius by her.
"What took you guys so long?" Albus complained.
"We're early! Did you spend your entire free period waiting for lunch to start?" Rose helped herself to a sandwich.
"No! You saw me! I was fixing my glasses."
"How are they now?" Scorpius asked.
"Well...I accidentally dropped them out the window, and they landed on James's head," Albus explained. "But he charmed them so it banged me in the head; apparently mom didn't block retrieval spells; and then Hagrid accidentally let a niffler loose and it got a hold of my glasses. I got them back, and went up to the library to figure out how to counter bat-bogey hexes and undo mom's spell that prevents me from blowing them up or anything. Rose helped me figure out how to counter long-distance bat-bogey hexes, but we can't undo the spell yet."
"So we'd better learn how to destroy howlers, huh?" Scorpius said knowingly. "Maybe something besides tossing them into the pudding..."
"That was an accident!" Albus told him defensively. "I didn't know it would blow the entire table up!"
Rose grinned, remembering detention last year; fixing the Gryffindoor table by hand, and scrubbing the food from the wood and floor. Professor McGonagle had figured that if Albus was involved, Rose and Scorpius would be as well, and had put all three of them in detention.
"Why can't you just get contacts?" Scorpius asked.
Albus shivered. "Why would stick plastic things on my eyeballs? I don't see why muggles invented them. They're awful!"
Scorpius snickered, and Rose rolled her eyes. "Wimp."
Albus huffed at her, turning back to his food.
After lunch, the three of them went down to the Quidditch pitch. James was already there, drilling with Jack Wood. They went to the lockers to get their things, and met back on the field with the rest of the team; Jack and Ethan, the beaters, and Thomas, Scorpius and Rose were chasers, Albus was seeker, and James was keeper.
"We have a start-of-the-year game coming up," James announced. "This Saturday."
There was a murmur of surprise among the team; normally the first games came much later in the year.
James got us started on training immediately, and by the time practice was over, Rose was more than ready to go up to my dorm and sleep. Sadly, sh had DADA next, which she couldn't miss.
"I can't believe we're having a game this early," Albus complained. "I'm out of practice."
"That's because you quit after we beat you so many times this summer," Scorpius said. Scorpius had flooed frequently to the Weasely house, along with the Potters, and they had played many Quidditch games, some of them lasting hours.
"If you want to drop out, I'l play seeker for you," Rose offered. She had made a good seeker in the games over the summer, having beat Albus a little over half the times they had played.
"No! I didn't mean-"
Albus stopped as Allie came over, accompanied by her usual group.
"Hey, Scorpius," Allie said.
"What do you want?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to-" her sentence ended in a scream when Scorpius stood up suddenly, his books flying. Allie was thrown on to the ground. Rose and Albus exchanged amused glances.
"Sorry, I just remembered, I left my...charms textbook in the common room when I was doing my homework." Scorpius took off down the Great Hall and disappeared out the door. Rose snorted.
"Doing his homework? As if," she muttered to Albus.
Allie picked herself up, annoyed. "What's wrong with him?"
Rose and Albus ignored her, now engaged in deliberate conversation about Quidditch.
Don't expect anything any time soon. And FYI, I can't write romance. I'm going to try, because my friend wants me to, but be prepared for utter horribleness.