Rose's POV

Since three nights ago, Lily and I can't go meet each other, for her cloak now is in the hands of a Malfoy. Caitlin and I now study together and we've gotten pretty close.

Today we don't have to go to classes, it's the weekend, so I decided as this is the only time I will get to hang around Lily, I decide to owl her and see if she will meet me in the library.

I wait for Felix to fly back through the dormitory window, it takes him about ten minutes, but he bares a letter.

'SURE, I NEED TO STUDY ANYWAYS.'

I walk out of the dormitories, and past the painting. I go to the library, return some books that I had finished and search for new ones to read. I see a few flashes of blonde, and thinking its Lily, I go to meet the girl. But to my surprise, it is not Lily, but the Malfoy twins, Cissa and Lucy. They're not as bad as their brother but I'm sure they will be once they're older.

I turn on my heel, but I hear my name. "Hey, Rose."

I turn around and see them smiling up at me. I'm tall by nature, so even though I'm only a year over them, I feel like a giant around them. "Hello, Lucy, Cissa," I say nodding. They still need to know that I don't like their family much.

"Look, Rose, I know you and Scor aren't exactly on the same page at the moment, but we would really like to hang out with you, you seem really nice," They say in sync. It's creepy when twins do that. "So what do you say? Will you sit with us?" They speak again.

I think about it. Logic would say that they're just being genuine, but the history of the Malfoys would say that they are or will be using me for something, whatever it be. I want to trust them, but I don't want to trust their last name. "I guess." I say, a tad ruder than I wished to be.

I show them my usual table, and return to my search for books. I find three that I want to read, and check them out.

"You aren't just sitting there, that's her table," a voice says as I return to my table. I know that voice, it sticks out anywhere. It sounds high pitched, and is always dripping with venom. It never says anything, it hisses and screeches, like a snake strangling an owl, or vice versa. The voice belongs to Scorpius Malfoy. Ugh.

"You are a disgrace to this family!" He hisses at his sisters, who are cowering in fear. You should know you're too evil when your own family is afraid of you.

"We swear, we didn't even know who's table this was, we just sat down!" Cissa says, shooting me a hinting glance that to anyone else would have seemed like she was scanning the room, but I knew she needed me to help.

I run to the table and slam my books down, in faux anger. "What in Merlin's name are Malfoys doing at my table?" I yell. I sort of feel bad for the two twins being scolded by both their brother and the person they were trying to be kind to. But to let me know they knew it was fake, they send me thankful glances.

Scorpius slams me against a bookcase, and looks me straight in the eye, his own full of hatred. I want to glare back at him with equal amount of disgust, but I can't. He scares me, but I wish he didn't. "My sisters can do whatever they goddamn want, Weasel. You yell at them again and you will never be able to sleep again, for you will never know where I am!" He yells, ignoring the librarian, trying to get him to quiet down.

I look him straight in his icy blue eyes, that seem to wrap me in arctic-like temperatures. I shiver, realizing just how evil he is. I hold his gaze, restraining myself from following my instincts to go run and hide somewhere. I try to hide my fear, but he chuckles, leans down, and I squirm believing that he is going to kiss me. He chuckles more, when he feels me squirm. He puts his lips to my ear and whispers, "I know that you're afraid of me, I see it in your eyes. You know that I'm dangerous, you're a smart witch, Rose. But not too smart for me, for I am, how did you put it?" He licks his lips, a habit he likes to copy from Professor Reeve, the Slytherin teacher, pretending to think. "A bully? A very smart, smart bully. Am I not, Weasley?"

My eyes widen as the weight of what he just said falls onto me. How did he know? Does he even know, or is he bluffing? If he does, in fact, know what I had said in room 189, he will use it against me somehow. And he's a Malfoy, he WILL find a way to hold it over my head.

He's still standing in front of me, glaring at me, a smirk on his face. "Now, are you willing to change yourself for a bully?" He chuckles mischievously, pulling out a folded cloak from underneath his robes. MY INVISIBILITY CLOAK! "So, if you do EVER yell at my family or me, I've got evidence, that bloody little Rosey isn't so angelic." He gives me a good shove against the bookcase, and walks back to his sisters, ordering them to follow him back to wherever villains go to hide.

I sit down at my table, the safety that I usually feel at it gone. I feel tears fall down my cheeks. "What's wrong, Rose?" I hear Lily's voice from behind me. She's thinner than the last time I saw her, which was the night our 'secret' meeting was held, but I think nothing of it.

I explain everything that had happened, unable to contain the tears I had strongly held while Scorpius threatened me.

"Maybe he's a legilimens?" Lily asks, pointing to my head.

"You're suggesting he didn't know that it was us in room 189 until I looked him in the eye?" I wipe my eyes, knowing I will look like a dementor because of the makeup running down my face.

"Well it wouldn't hurt to learn occulemency, just to be safe," she says.

I quickly wave my wand at my face and pray to Merlin that I no longer will look like a crazed person. And that is how we spend the rest of the day, learning legilimency and occulemency from at least twenty different books, and practicing it on eachother. We didn't even stop to eat lunch or dinner. I was quite hungry but it was worth it. Scorpius would no longer be able to enter my head.

Scorpius's POV

I feel awful for being so harsh with Rose. But I do know now that it was her that had been in room 189, with Lily. I also feel bad about reading her thoughts, it's not something I would pride myself in or boast about, it was her secret, and I invaded her privacy.

I have no idea why I feel guilt, she's a Weasley. Weasley? Since when do I call them Weasleys? They haven't been Weasleys to me since I first heard Dad call them Weasle-Bee. I was four. BLOODY FOUR!

But glaring at her, I saw her fear for me. I used to enjoy seeing people squirm under my glance, but her, it just didn't feel right. Her bold hazel-green eyes stood out, fear or none, they've always stood out. She wears makeup, but I don't know why, really, but I've never known why girls wear makeup. She's quite beau...

I am loosing my mind! Merlin, what has gotten into me? Me, like a Weasley? I think not!

I angrily strut down the crowded corridor, the students inside of it parting to allow me past them. I am above these people, they should be bowing down at my feet, not just standing there fearing me. Fear, tis a wonderful emotion, isn't it? Ahh, there's normal me again!