Fast forward three years.

Ever since that day at on the Hogwarts Express, the memory of Scorpius began to fade in Rose's memory. Rose met another boy, Luke, and they began going out. From that point on, Rose forgot about Scorpius all together. Her thoughts were of Luke and only Luke.

Scorpius, on the other hand, never forgot about Rose. Her watched her eating at the Ravelclaw table at breakfast. He watched her scribble note when they had Charms together. He began to realize he loved her, even though he barely knew her. He was devastated when he discovered she had a boyfriend, but never gave up hope.

On one particular October morning, Rose had just gotten out of double Potions with the Gryffindors. Scorpius was on his way to Transfiguration when he ran into them coming out of the classroom. Rose was, of corse, hand in hand with Luke.

"I've gotta go to Herbology," she said, to him.

"I know," he said back. "I'll see you at lunch."

They kissed and Luke walked off. Rose watched him go. Suddenly, Natalie ran up behind her.

"Hey!" Rose called.

"We've got Herbology," Natalie said. "And if we don't hurry, we'll be late. Let's go!"

"It'll be okay. Longbottom doesn't really care if your late or anything,"

"I know, but I've never been late for Herbology,"

"Oh, come on, Nat. You're so uptight,"

"Can we please just go?"

They both began to walk off together. But they had only taken a few steps when Rose's overstuffed bag ripped and her books spilled everywhere.

"Oh, Rose! Here, I'll help you clean them up,"

"It's alright Natalie, you go. I'll catch up,"

"You sure?"

"Yeah,"

Natalie scurried off to Herbology while Scorpius watched Rose clean up her ink soaked books. He walked up to her slowly.

"Need any help, Rose?" he asked tentatively.

"No," she responded. "I'll be alright." With a mutter and a flick of her wand, the ink seemed to dissolve into thin air. With another mutter and flick, the bag neatly re-sewed it's self. Then she neatly packed her books back into her bag and stood up. Scorpius still stood in front of her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Scorpius opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Professor Cathward came trotting up next to them.

"No magic in the corridors, Ms. Weasley. That's ten points from Revenclaw," And with that, he trotted away.

"God, I hate him," Rose hissed. "Anyway, who are you, again?"

"Scorpius," he said. "Malfoy. Don't you remember?"

"Um, no," she giggled a little.

"We met on the Hogwarts Express," Scorpius tried to explain.

"Oh, well I guess I have horrible memory. Well, it was nice to meet you again , Scorpius, but I've got to go to Herbology. Maybe we could hang out in Hogsmead sometime," She smiled at him, and then walked off down the hallway.

Scorpius watched her go, and realized that she didn't care he was a Malfoy this time. Had she given up her family grudge against him? And they were going to hang out in Hogsmead? What about her boyfriend? Questions like these pounded Scorpius all the way to Transfiguration class, which he arrived at fifteen minutes late.

"Detention, Malfoy," old McGonagall croaked from her desk.

Rose arrived at the Herbology greenhouse ten minuets late, and tried to sneak into her seat beside Natalie quietly and unnoticed, but she was barely half way there when Professor Longbottom came up behind her.

"Detention, Rose," he said.

"What?!"

"Sorry, but that is your consequence for being late to class,"

Rose threw her bag down on the table, making Natalie jump.

"This is horrible," she fumed. "I can't have detention today! It's quidditch! And Luke's counting on me being there!"

"Sorry?" Natalie responded.

Rose scowled back.