A/N: This is, by far, the longest chapter I have ever written. I sort of feel like I've run a marathon. In a good way :)

Can you search down inside, let go of your pride?

If I forget trying to win, and just let you in?

I didn't travel this far to watch it all fall apart

So give me your hand and take a chance

-I Still Love You, Alexz Johnson

December 15 (or is it 16th? It's quite late. Or early.)

I'm glad to have you back.

The Hospital Wing would be so boring without you.

I have just had the 2 most stressful days of my entire life. I think I developed high blood pressure. I'm more prone than ever for a heart attack now. A lot has happened since our last little pow wow, so I would suggest settling in and preparing for a long and winding story. I guess I'll start from the beginning; that would be logical.

So. Thursday night, after creating the 'Kidnap Scorpius Malfoy And Force Him to Declare His Undying Love' plan (also known as KSMAFHTDHUL), I had a mini breakdown. And I almost threw the whole plan out the window. Almost. But I didn't, aren't you proud of me? I had a nightmare. About McGonagall. And being caught out of bed, and as a result being fed to the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, while Malfoy watched and laughed; it was traumatizing I tell you! And I would have completely lost my nerve if it hadn't been for Lily.

The next morning, at Breakfast, she took one look at me and hauled me out of my seat in the Great Hall and all the way back to the Common Room, despite my numerous protests. Oh well, it's not like I was hungry anyway. And she sat me down in the comfy chair by the fire (thanks Lily, how considerate) and lectured me. About how she could tell something had happened to change my attitude, but there was no way, in the name of all of the snogable blokes at Hogwarts, that she was going to let me back out, and let my 'one and only chance for happiness' slip away.

And she was choked that she would have spent hours planning for nothing. But still. I suppose it was sweet of her. She really does know me awfully well; it's a bit spooky.

But I was filled with a newfound determination. And I had Lily on my side, and nothing bad ever seems to happen to her. I'm starting to think maybe she is some kind of invincible superhero. Which is cool. And I think it's because she never really thinks about how the things she's doing are wrong. So she is never acting guilty, and she gets away with everything. When really it's just because she has no conscience whatsoever.

I worried all day, though I did my best not to. I sort of failed at the whole 'not worrying' thing though, considering every time I saw a staff member I pictured them throwing me out of the school, and whenever I saw Malfoy all I could picture was various gruesome ways he would shatter my heart. But I was trying.

When it was time to execute the plan, I was terrified. My legs felt like jelly and my heart was in my throat before I had even left my dorm. I'm pitiful. I met up with Lily and Al right outside Ravenclaw Tower, as per the plan. Lily assured us, with a smug smirk, that she had learned that the Slytherin password was 'effulgence'. Which was slightly unfortunate, because that was my only chance of escaping certain expulsion; if we didn't have the password, we couldn't continue.

Damn Lily for being such an able seductress!

So we crept forward, still feeling sort of like ninjas, but, er, apprehensive ninja's. If there is such a thing. And, unfortunately, we didn't make it to the Slytherin Dungeon without running into someone. Did you really think we would? But you'll never guess who it was.

FFRLG.

Whose real name is actually Mona Fer-something or other. And what was she doing roaming the castle in the wee hours of the morning you might ask? Of course she was headed for the Library. Apparently this is something she does on a fairly regular basis; she trots off to the Library in the middle of the night to ensure that she is able to soak up the knowledge that is present only in the Restricted Section. Who knew she was a rule-breaker?

After she confessed this to us, she demanded rather testily what we were doing out of bed. To which I responded, "We are off on a very important mission to kidnap a young man and force him to talk to me so that we can resolve our romantic issues and embark upon our Happily Ever After." To which she actually… laughed. Though, surprisingly, not in a nasty way. Just sort of awkwardly. She seemed quite uncomfortable to be on her feet and not sitting in a chair poring over a book. I felt somewhat guilty for disliking her so strongly before. Especially when she gave us a shy little 'good luck, then' and shuffled away.

At least she didn't threaten to tell on us. I always knew she was secretly a nice person. Didn't I tell you? Right when I met her, I said she had a friendly face. I just have instincts about people, it's a certain gift I have been blessed with.

Though, believe it or not, she was the only soul we saw the whole way there. A good omen, in my opinion. In fact, the trek there was quite uneventful, barring our encounter with FFRLG (or Mona, I suppose I should say), and I felt rather foolish for having fretted so much. It was even, dare I say it, kinda fun.

But now let's get to the interesting stuff, shall we? Such as, the actual kidnapping and the resulting events. The only boys dorm I had ever been in was Al's, in Gryffindor Tower. This one was quite different, much cooler and tidier and… greener. Though it's diminished temperature did not seem to deter the inhabitants from wearing clothes while sleeping. They were all so unprepared for a kidnapping! Didn't they realize that they should wear more than just boxers to bed, in the case that some girls and their male cousin should sneak in and abduct them?

Apparently this thought had never occurred to them. Though all of my panic returned full force at the thought that I would shortly be locked in a room with a nearly naked Scorpius Malfoy. Lord help me, I already had a difficult time controlling myself around him! This task was starting to seem impossible again; the whole point was for me to talk to him, which I would undoubtedly not be able to do if he remained in his current state of undress!

But, I am ashamed to say… I did nothing to try and fix the problem. Come on, would you? It was such a heavenly sight; you can't blame me for wanting to admire it for as long as possible, even if it was likely to cause my ultimate destruction.

And then we charmed him up, made sure that no one could hear us and that he absolutely could not move and was not visible. Phase one, complete. Over and out. Roger. Ninja. We're champs. Moving on.

And then came the part that I was somehow most and least looking forward to at the same time. Lily and Al locked us in the closest vacant space we encountered, which was, of course, a broom closet, because I was an evil sorcerer in a past life and the powers that be are constantly punishing me; this time by forcing me into a teeny tiny space with a beautiful, half-naked, and pissed off young man. Just my luck.

He wasn't… exactly… thrilled with the situation, to say the least. Once he could move again, he proceeded to glare and stomp around and let out a string of profanities which I will not repeat, other than 'have you lost your bloody mind?' because I think that I very well might have. He then uselessly banged on the door for a while trying to escape, and continued his tantrum when it was in vain. While all of this was going on I may have simply been ogling his lovely chest and how it is just so defined, and how he has those man lines that have got to just be the hottest things ever and FOCUS ROSE Merlin I am like an animal in heat. What would my mother say?

Until he turned to me and I started to panic again and forgot why we were even locked in this stupid closet in the first place. But as I am always poised and collected when in the presence of attractive males, I choked out, "So hey, what's up?"

Brilliant.

What is wrong with me? He gave me that look again, the one that clearly says 'you are a nutter, how were you ever released into society?' which I tend to get from him a little too often. Luckily I found my head and was able to get back on track relatively quickly. Relatively being the key word, there. It would seem that in all of the hours I had spent fretting about how I would explain myself to Scorpius and how it would end it devastation, I had never once considered what I would actually say.

So it wasn't pretty. I sort of just took a deep breath and let everything tumble out, about how kidnapping him was the only way to get him to talk to me and I needed to explain myself because of course I didn't really think he was a disgrace, I am merely an idiot (which he should know already) who lashed out in jealousy because he was the one who had snogged my cousin in the first place, which angered me beyond belief because I wanted to be the only one to snog him. Because I had fallen for him and I didn't even understand how or when it had happened.

And the whole time he didn't say anything, he just looked at me and I just kept trying to get my mouth to shut up but when has it ever listened to me? And when he finally did speak, it was as though he hadn't heard a word I'd said.

He softly asked if I had ever remembered what had happened the first night we had kissed. The night of the party. Which I hadn't.

Apparently I had spewed a speech quite similar to the one I had just uttered. Except drunkenly, so I assume there was lots of slurring. All about how 'I never meant any of the things I said about him, I thought he was brilliant and so much more of a man than Lorcan ever could be', and I told him, drunk of my arse on Firewhiskey, that I had fallen for him. And he had kissed me, and he told me, still in that quiet voice that was making me worry, that he knew I was drunk, and it wouldn't mean anything to me, but hearing those things meant everything to him no matter what brought them on.

And then I didn't even remember any of it, and I went right back to Lorcan, and he tried to make me remember how great all of it had been. But I wouldn't let go of my denials, refused to accept that there was anything real between us, was unable to see that he was more than just a slimy Malfoy.

Well I suppose I was right when I predicted he would break my heart when I went to talk to him, but I didn't think it would be from hearing how he thought I felt about him. How could all of this have happened? I didn't think that my lying to myself about my feelings could have hurt anyone else. And I suppose all that nonsense that 'drunken words are sober thoughts' has some merit after all; it was only when I was intoxicated that I was ready to acknowledge the feelings that I had completely locked away.

I wanted to prove to him that I meant it. This time I meant it, and, Hell, last time I meant it to, even if I didn't realize it. If that makes any sense at all. So I kissed him, and it was wonderful and it dawned on me just how much I had missed this feeling, feeling like I was flying and falling simultaneously. Feeling in love. And then it was over.

He pulled away, and he was shaking his head, and saying he couldn't do this, he couldn't have me change my mind again, take everything back again. And I panicked. Like always. Except, for once, me being impulsive actually paid off. I did something right. How often does that happen?

I gave you to him to read. And yes, of course I brought you with me on mission KSMAFHTDHUL. Did you think I was going to leave you behind, all vulnerable to be broken into and read by my wretched and nosy dormmates? I don't think so. I told him to read you, (while ignoring any less than complimentary comments) because I needed him to believe what I was saying, and I trusted him, even if he was a Malfoy, trusted him with all of the ammunition he would ever need to humiliate me but believing he wouldn't.

I was trusting him with all of my secrets, all of my thoughts that I never ever imagined anyone would read, and there was a very good chance he would clue in to just how bonkers I really am and therefore want nothing to do with me anymore. Or be insulted when I declared that I hoped he got hypothermia. Or when I said he was a heinous individual. Or when I speculated that he had an incurable need for attention.

See?

I, Rose Weasley, took a real, true risk. Did you think it was possible? I didn't. Oh, the things we do for love.

And then I sent Lily and Al the super secret signal, which was really just a wolf whistle, (I personally think they could have been a little more creative, but hey) and they released me and I bolted back to Ravenclaw Tower faster than anything you have ever seen before. It was really no wonder I didn't get caught by a teacher, I was probably going so fast that they didn't even see me; I was probably just a ginger blur. And I happened to leave poor Lily and Al behind. Oops.

Though, when they finally managed to speak to me, (which wasn't until, er, the next morning as I was busy having a panic attack in my dorm for the remainder of the night) they told me that they had been seen by a professor! While I was in the closet! They were spotted by Professor Quigg! But seeing as how she is a nutjob and also the most gullible being on this earth, she believed their 'cover story'. Which was that they were sleepwalking. Honestly. How could she really believe that they were sleepwalking? Together? And in tandem? Is that even possible? I was not kidding when I said this woman should be sacked; she has quite a few screws missing. But, I suppose I should be glad, better her than someone like Uncle Neville, there is no way he would have believed a crackpot story like that, and they would be in detention until the day they died!

Luckily, my sidekicks escaped certain death at the hands of their parents, and have since spawned my belief that they are simply immune to getting in trouble.

But I'm sure you're not interested in that, who cares about Lily and Al when we can talk about Scorpius! So. I did not sleep a wink all night because I was fretting, I was worried that I had done something stupid, again, and that the epic ninja plan had only made this irreparably worse. But, fear not! Clearly this story has a happy ending, otherwise I would have chucked myself off of the Astronomy Tower rather than write the whole thing down. Speaking of which, my hand is awfully sore. I think I have carpal tunnel.

I may have skipped breakfast this morning to avoid seeing him. But I couldn't stay in my dorm anymore, so I ventured to my safe haven of the Library. Where I happened to run into FFRLG (Mona, Mona, for Merlin's sake I must remember her name!) where, upon her muttering, "So? How did it go? Are you Happily Ever After?" I promptly, er, fainted.

Which is slightly humiliating. Though I don't think it was her words themselves, those were just the last things I remembered before I toppled over and then woke up in the Hospital Wing. I suppose not eating or sleeping for the past 4 days had taken a severe toll on my body. I was bound to crack sooner or later. Madame Rosmerta (who, according to Uncle Harry, used to be a super hot bartender, HAHA! Now she is quite wrinkly) said it was clear that I had been under a lot of stress lately (no, really? I had no idea) and that all I needed was some rest and relaxation.

Right.

How was I supposed to relax when, upon waking, out of all the people who were by my bedside, (which was quite a large number, actually, I was shocked. I suspect some of them may simply have come to quietly mock me) there was no Scorpius Malfoy? I felt quite heartbroken and humiliated the whole time I was being visited, but, to be honest, I think I will skip over that part because it was horrible and icky so I think I will just sweep past it to the good part.

The part where he did come visit me. He snuck in to visit me, actually. When there was no one else around, and it was all dark and come on, that is sexy! He's a ninja too! And he gave you back to me, and said, "I really am better than hot cocoa on a cold day, aren't I?" And while normally I would have scoffed, or rolled my eyes, I just felt so giddy that he was here, and he was smiling, and maybe he didn't really think I was a nutjob (alright, he probably does, but maybe it doesn't bother him all that much) that I simply grinned right back, and exclaimed, "You have no idea," and then he climbed into the bed with me (oh, just take me now, I don't care if I need rest!) and we snogged for a good long time, and then we both dozed off, and now he's still asleep, right beside me, and I feel like the luckiest girl who ever lived. And the best part is, as lucky as I feel, I think he actually feels lucky too.

Just wait till I tell Roxanne.

Actually, I think he's waking up.

Oh, Scorpius Malfoy is just the hottest, most snogable boy who has ever existed, and my one and only wish is to be able to lay my eyes (and hands) on him for evermore, he's just so scrumptious, and yes, I am very aware, Malfoy, that you are reading this over my shoulder, which is a slight invasion of privacy. I am kindly asking you to stop laughing, and demand that you snog me at once –

A/N: Hmm. This has got to be the fluffiest thing I have ever written. I'm not sure I am good at it at all. Ah well, I did my best

Review if you want to cheer me up, because I think there is only one more chapter to go and therefore I am depressed :)