Scorpius's POV:

I've heard that girls talk and gossip a lot, but Monique Holloway.. well she exceeded a lot... by well.. a lot. I mean seriously, didn't her tongue become dry, or didn't her throat become parched? Didn't she get annoyed of hearing her voice for so long? She just blabbered on and on and on, jumping from one topic to the next... it seemed her mouth never stopped moving.

And then, I realized that she was flirting with me. She was leaning a little too close for comfort, and she batting her eyelashes as fast as a hummingbird bats its wings.

I cleared my throat, already thinking of an excuse to escape this.. this..slut who had some idea that every male she looked at fell for her, and who, not to mention, COULDN'T JUST BLOODY SHUT UP!

I was already rising, when I heard a Al's voice from behind me. "Monique... er.. can I talk to you? Er.. alone?"

I saw Rose entering, making her way to us, a triumphant smile on her face. Normally, I would dread to see that look on her face because it usually meant that she had found a way to avenge whatever little prank I'd played on her, but now that we were friends, it didn't matter. OK, maybe not little prank.. I admit I did cross the limit a few times.

She had reached me, and I was immediately surrounded my that scent, full of roses and lavender, and vanilla. Trying not too inhale too obviously, I asked, "What the hell did you tell Al to do Rose?"

She smiled mischievously and replied, "To get rid of our beloved Hollowhead of course."

I shook my head, grinning. This girl never failed to amaze me. "I'm not going to ask you how you managed that, but I can't help but say I was waiting for someone to do it. She was getting on my nerves, jumping at every boy whenever Al wasn't looking."

"It wasn't very hard. I think Al wanted to get it over with too, but I guess he was just too scared of her reaction seeing she's a..." she broke off sudden, eyes widening.

"Wha-hey!" I had begun to ask her what was wrong, when she suddenly grabbed my arm hauling me along with her. For such a tiny person with such tiny hands, she had a pretty firm grip.

"Hollowhead's a Veela! Remember what happened that night? She attacked you when you refused her! Imagining what she's doing to Al!"

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Sure enough, as we neared to the corridor, we could smell the odor of something burning. And there was an Albus Potter looking very, VERY er... burned? Monique was nowhere in sight, and Albus whose shirt had been burned badly was for some strange reason, smiling. I mean seriously, if some freaky fire-ball attacking bird thingy had attacked you, wouldn't be grinning like a fool. But, I suddenly realized, if you got rid of Monique Holloway alive, well I can certainly understand.

Rose and I were about to go walk into the corridor and fix him up, when someone beat us to it: Suzanna Wood. Rose was still making her way to the where Al was but I grabbed her back, pulling her into a tiny little wedge in the wall where we could see them, but they couldn't see us. She turned her face towards me, confusion etched on it, opening her mouth just about to protest, but before she could, I clamped my hand against her mouth before she could say anything. I jerked my head in Suzanna's direction, and then Al's, and comprehension dawned on her face.

I removed my hand from her mouth, trying in vain to ignore our closeness, trying in vain to ignore how kissable her lips looked, trying in vain to ignore the wonderful, sensational feelings running through me when she pressed her body closed to mine, and trying in vain to push the thoughts that were currently running through my mind, out of my mind.

Shaking my head, I focused my attention on what was going on with Zanna and Al.

"Al? Is tha- AL! What happened? Are you okay? Who did this? Come one, go to Madam Pomfrey!" her voice was becoming panicked now, but Al didn't move.

"I'm fine Zanna. I'm great. Never felt better. Truly." he replied, smiling up at her.

"Who did this to you?" she asked softly, her hands tracing the outline of the burn mark on his chest. Without waiting for answer, she fished her wands out from her robes and quietly muttered, "Helatio," and his wound disappeared.

There was an awkward silence.

And then: "Monique."

Zanna looked confused. "What?"

"Monique," Al repeated. "She attacked me," he finished simply.

Zanna's troubled face turned angry. Furious. "She had no right to do that? What the hell, Albus? Why do you let her just.. well...attack you like that? And you just her get away with it, and you even still lov- umph," she was cut off by Al's lips falling upon hers.

Finally, Rose's face seemed to say, and I couldn't agree with her more.

She was smiling, her beautiful face lighting up, and her head was tilted up towards mine. I had been controlling myself for as long as I could, but now with her head tilted up, her lips so full and inviting, I couldn't, I just couldn't possibly resist.

So I bent my heads down.

And I kissed her.

A/N: OOOOhh!
Sorry for the cliffie and the late update.
I'll try and update as soon as possible, but well.. just one word.. SCHOOL.
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Oh yeah, maybe I'll even update tomorrow, which is Sunday, because it seems watching football is a cure for writer's block for me! :D