Scorpius's POV

"Scorpio, you shouldn't have done this," she says, with a beautiful laugh. She looks at the blanket on the ground and the magical picnic basket smiling from ear to ear.

"But I did, you see," I reply, unable to make a sarcastic remark. That's weird. "It's all for you."

She laughs and hugs me, and I've never felt truly as happy as I do now. She laughs and I run my fingers through her curly hair. She kisses my cheek and messes up my perfectly quiffed hair, but I don't mind a bit.

"Rose!" I say sitting up. Why was I laying down? Where is the sun? And the blanket and the basket? And my girlfriend? I frantically look around, I'm in my four post bed, the curtains hanging flawlessly. It was just a dream!

I pull back the curtain, and look out the window. It's nighttime, and the moon shines on the lake, it's reflection shimmering. I'm dreaming of Weasleys, thinking about the moons reflection, what next? Sitting in butterfly gardens?

I rush to the restroom and douse my face in the water, trickling from one of the ceramic bowls, floating in midair. Get your act together Malfoy!

Rose's POV

"What did you say?" He asks slamming me up against a wall.

"I-I s-s-said not s-so c-cocky anmore." I choke.

He glares at me, and then leans close. He kisses me.

It replays in my mind, over and over again. Glaring and snogging, glaring and snogging, glaring and snogging. Over and over and over again.

I wake up in a sweat. The dream wasn't one I wanted to have. It's scary, like a nightmare for me. Does Scorpius really like me? How? Why?

Ugh, this is so confusing. I just wish it would have never happened. "Lumos" I say, pointing my wand at the window. I see the sun rising, meaning that we were no longer held by rule in our dormitories. I get ready for the day, makeup, hair. I put on my casual clothes and exit the common room. Thankfully it's the weekend, so I'm free to do just about anything.

I walk out of the common room, past the Great Hall and out to the lake. I pull out one of my books and sit down on a tree stump.

I read the book, occasionally looking out, watching the sunrise over the lake. It's still somewhat warm outside, but I shiver. Not from the cold, the wind or the tiny drops of water misting my face from the lake. I shiver from the feeling of those icy blue eyes. I feel enclosed in frost, seeing everything in ice.

"I didn't take you for an early bird," I hear a voice behind me.

Without much thought of who was talking to me, I reply, "I had the worst dream and it just kept playing over and over..." I shut my mouth, recognizing who had spoken. I slam my book shut and put it in my bag, rising off of the stump and attempting to walk quickly away.

"Don't run, Rose, I won't bite," he says softly. Chuckling with a lack of his usual sarcasm. He was genuinely laughing.

I plop back down and crane my neck to see him. He wears his Hogwarts robe, his normal blonde quiff, and his icy blue eyes look less blue, and more like silver. He looks peaceful.

I let out a small giggle at his joke. He looks at the stump, raising an eyebrow. "You think there's room for two?" He asks, walking towards me. I nod and scoot over. He sits down, and I mischievously smile. "What?"

I bump him with my hip and he tumbles off. We both laugh as he sits back on the stump. The feeling I feel is foreign.

"So about yesterday..." He says, looking at his feet. "I'm sorry, it wasn't like me."

"It's fine I guess," I reply, not knowing which part of yesterday he was talking about. I pick at my nails, the silence is awkward.

"Here, c'mon," he stands up, brushing his robes off, putting a hand out for me to take. I stand up and take his hand. He leads me along the lake, past the Flutter Garden, and to a part of the grounds I'd never seen before. There was an abandoned hut and a couple of large stones. "My dad said your mum punched him here. He said it was the first time he realized that she wasn't as weak as he thought her to be."

I laugh. Mum didn't like Draco very much, but I don't remember her telling me she punched him. I put my hands in my green pockets. Why I have green pants? I dunno. It feels a little bit too Slytherin for me. I'd been looking at my feet for a while, and I realize it's been too silent. I look at where Scorpius had been walking beside me. He's not there. I look all around and don't see him.

"Scorpius!" I yell. There's no answer. I start walking back from where I came from.

Bloody hell, he left! He just left out of the blue. The git! "Dammit Malfoy!" I mutter. I can't believe that I actually thought he was being nice to me. I'm an oaf.

I backtrack to the tree stump, than back to the castle. I walk into the Great Hall to begin my meal. I see Lily at the Gryffindor table, she waves at me. Scorpius is sitting with his minions of friends. Git!

I plop down next to Lily and add a few pumpkin pastries to my plate. I chew, glaring at Scorpius. He must've felt my stare, because when his friends aren't looking, he glances apologetically at me, pointing to one of his friends. Then to his eyes, and draws a line from them to his head. He wants me to read his mind.

I stare into his eyes. I see a boy pulling Scorpius's arm. Scorpius looks confused. I exit his mind. I nod at the Malfoy and turn to Lily. "What's going on with you and Blondie?" She asks, her mouth slightly full. I can't decide what to tell her.

"He's trying to get me to let him read my mind, but I won't let him," I lie. "He's been bugging me about it for a while. Keeps telling me he'll tell our secret if I don't let him, but he's not very good at Occulemency, I know he's bluffing."

I look at her to see if she believes me. I think she does, because she continues to eat her dough ball, reading the Daily Prophet.

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5 hours later

I am sitting in the common room, reading a book for Potions Class, and a strange owl comes flying through the window. It's always open during the day because of the fresh air.

I untie the parchment from the owl and he flies away. The letter, written in cursive, is unsigned.

'IS IT WRONG THAT IM DREAMING OF YOU, ROSE?'

I can't reply, it was unsigned and the bird had flown away before I could stop it. Someone is dreaming of me? Yes, that is wrong, strange person. I really don't want to be in your dreams, because in dreams you can do anything to me. That's just frightening.

At dinner, I try and decipher it with Dean, Hugo, Fred (my cousin, he's a fourth year) and Albus, since Lily was sitting with Cissa an Lucy. They're boys, so they just gave me rubbish about how I've got a secret admirer. Only Dean really helped. He said he might look around for handwriting like the one in the letter.

But no matter how hard I try, I can't get the words "I'm dreaming of you" out of my head. But the voice is not one that I've ever heard before.