A/N: Thanks again to everyone for their feedback! I'm so happy that people are enjoying this story! Let me know what you think of this chapter, I wrote it in the middle of the night and am not sure if I like it even a little bit :P

I want you, yeah I want you

I want you, yeah I want you bad

So bad I can't think straight

So bad all my bones shake

So bad I can't breathe

-I Want You So Bad I Can't Breathe, OK Go

November 30 Cont.

Unbelievable. I have a detention. Thanks a lot Professor Quigg. I hardly think passing notes deserves the punishment of a detention. I mean, yes, it was more of a violent, hectic chuck than a simple pass, but all the same.

Her reasoning is completely out of wack. I am just thanking my lucky stars that she did not feel the need to read the note aloud to the class… but what she did was almost worse.

She let them draw their own conclusions.

She announced that she would not have students plotting deliberate rule-breaking when they should be concentrating on the lesson that would surely benefit us in each and every way that it is possible for a lesson to be beneficial to a student.

Yeah, thanks.

Clearly she couldn't even be bothered to read my full reply before doling out punishment (using one of the thousand measuring methods she finds so fascinating, no doubt), because if she had, she would have surely seen that I had no interest in deliberate rule-breaking, and had no intention of sneaking around the castle in the middle of the night.

Do I really seem the type to do something like that?

Exactly. I am far too level-headed and responsible for shenanigans like that. And yes, by level-headed and responsible I do mean wimpy. The castle is quite dark at night, believe you me or not. Seriously, it's just so creepy; there are far too many unnatural noises and inanimate objects that you just know could come alive at any second and knock you off your feet and sit on your face and suck the life out of you before you even know what happened!

Erm. Right. So, as I was saying… There is no way my crime is fitting of this punishment! Professor Quigg should be sacked! Who wastes time with theoretical potions anyway, I mean honestly. And, as if she wasn't already being far too strict and more judgemental than any objective, third-party note skimmer has a right to be, she decides we should serve our detentions together.

Since we're so chummy. That's what she said. Do I look like I want to be chummy with Malfoy? Do I? I'd like to see how Professor Quigg handles extensive sexual blackmail with someone she finds far more attractive than is appropriate considering her current relationship status and the general heinousness of his character. I hardly think she would find it acceptable to be labeled as chummy with said attractive yet heinous individual.

She wants us to polish all of the telescopes and then wash the floor of the Astronomy Tower. Tonight. Without magic. I suppose she thought she was being rather kind, giving us a detention in the exact place we both 'planned' on going.

Clearly she should have fully read my response and then would have undoubtedly come the conclusion that I would not, in fact, appreciate this, and then I could have been spared another night of being miserable while Malfoy somehow manages to get exactly what he wants, even if it wasn't the way he originally planned.

I suppose my game plan will be as follows:

I will simply not utter a single word to him for the entirety of our detention. After all, it's not like there are hundreds of telescopes, it's not like the astronomy tower is huge or anything, it's not like this will take all bloody night…

I don't think I'm fooling anyone here. This may well be the longest night of my young adult life.

On the bright side, it would make Malfoy absolutely bonkers to be ignored for longer than a few seconds at a time. His need for attention is somewhat sad at times; I believe it comes from being an only child. And not having a thousand and one cousins always running around stealing your spotlight. His parents would have had nothing to occupy their attentions except him, which has caused him to grow up into a spoiled, needy brat.

Not that I've given this much thought, or anything. This kind of stuff just comes to me when I am doing some aimless pondering about the meaning of life in my spare time.

But back to the topic at hand… There is absolutely no way for me to run into trouble with Malfoy if I keep my mouth firmly shut. I am hereby limiting myself: I will not partake in any activities that will require me to open my trap, from speaking, to whistling, to gaping, to spitting, to snogging.

Then nothing could possibly go wrong.

November 31

I suppose you should all have figured this out by now, and me re-iterating it should not come as a general shock, but I… should most definitely be in Slytherin. It is logical for me to be in my house of Ravenclaw, given that I possess extensive natural magic ability and boundless intelligence, but I think the sorting hat made a slight error in over-looking my inherent selfishness, shallowness, and deviousness.

Those are all qualities more than befitting of someone in Slytherin house, are they not?

You must be wondering about all of the fascinating things that must have happened during my detention, and how Malfoy coped with being ignored by someone as delightful as me for hours on end.

It was, in fact, the longest night of my young adult life.

I did manage to keep my mouth shut. Now, while this was my goal all along, it certainly didn't help alleviate the boredom that comes with cleaning, in the dark, for hours. However, I did manage to stay out of trouble. Mostly.

That is to say, I didn't technically do anything wrong. None of my actions were inappropriate; I kept my hands to myself, and my mouth away from his.

But I'm fairly certain that doing the above-mentioned things should not have felt like torture. When Malfoy was pouting over having his riveting comment, "Fancy seeing you here", ignored, I should not have been thinking of how delicious his lips look when they are in said pouty position.

When, after nearly an hour of us both simultaneously ignoring each other, he casually demanded,

"Weasley. Come polish my telescope."

My mind should have been on cleaning. And polishing. And innocent telescopes. God, my mind has been so corrupted by him, that any and all comments seem to double as a sexual innuendo!

I assure you that my mind was not always so vulgar. Had an immature boy asked me, several weeks ago, to polish their telescope, I would have retorted that they polish it themselves. And then not understood their barking laughter at my response.

Oh, how my poor, virginal mind has been tainted.

I regret to say that this was not even worst part of the evening. The first two of the three hour detention, as slowly as they passed, seemed to go by at the speed of light compared to the last one. I suppose Malfoy decided that, even if he was going to be verbally ignored, he would not stand for me having no acknowledgement for his presence whatsoever.

It's the only child syndrome, I'm telling you.

So he spent all that was left of our prison sentence, which would have been much less had he actually cleaned a single thing, as close to me as possible. It was unnerving, and you would have had trouble concentrating as well, I promise you that.

And of course he wasn't actually helping me clean, 'he's a Malfoy, after all, not a bloody house elf', he was just there, all around me, his hands brushing my waist and my shoulder and his breath on my neck and my cheek. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and one time I only remembered to breathe when dancing spots started to impair my vision.

Not to mention that my heart was hammering like a drum the entire time; by far the noisiest thing in the completely silent Astronomy Tower.

And again, I didn't tell him to stop. I figured it would only make him more satisfied, to let him know how deeply he was getting to me, how uncomfortable him just hovering there was making me. Not to mention, I had taken a vow of silence and planned to honour it. But now I'm thinking it was rather disrespectful to Lorcan, and to our relationship, to allow this other young man to instill such feelings in me and just let it go on and on for the longest hour in the history of Hogwarts.

Yet it still didn't feel long enough.

In first year, after earning my first detention from Professor McGonagall for, of all things, disturbance in the hallways (I had been yelling at James for setting off a dungbomb in my dormitory. And no, he did not receive a detention for it) she told me I should learn something from it.

And I did. I learned not to mess with James, I learned he was going to pull pranks no matter how upset they made me, I learned that no teacher was immune to favouritism, I learned that sorting ripe from rotten beatle eyes is putrid and horrifying and possibly worse than death itself.

I have learned something from every detention I have ever been given, and this one was no exception.

I learned that, despite all of my denials, despite all of my wishes for the contrary, I want Scorpius Malfoy.

And it's scary.

-Rose Weasley. The Girl Who Has Always Learned More Than Is Good For Her.

A/N: Not gonna lie, I would polish Malfoy's telescope.

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