Just My Luck

When they finally were able to return to the Heads' dormitory, Rose and Scorpius both collapsed on the couch in front of the fireplace. Rose looked over and saw that Scorpius was still tense. He kept his gaze fixated on the entrance the dormitory as if he waited for McGonagall to come and burst in. There was a clock at the side of the fireplace that chimed 2 a.m. It was so late compared to when the two of them normally went to bed.

"You can relax. No one told her anything. You're going to be fine," Rose said. Scorpius snapped out of his trance and looked at her instead.

"But what happens if your cousin is really hurt because of me? It's not worth it if I get to keep my badge. I don't want to be Head Boy if I don't deserve it," he said as he ran a hand through his blond hair.

"Louis has a fairly thick skull, I can almost 100% guarantee you that he's fine." Rose spoke the truth. When duelling in the garden at home in the summer, she had accidentally knocked out Louis and he had woken up two hours later, fit as a fiddle. "And Albus is still with him so I'm sure we'll hear news of how he is sooner or later."

Scorpius didn't relax. "Weasley, you aren't listening. I hurt someone today to the point where he was knocked out."

"And you aren't listening to me when I tell you that it's not the end of the world. Honestly, Malfoy, relax. Worse things have happened at this school and worse things will happen after we graduate." Rose put her hand on his shoulder. "You are fine. And if McGonagall does somehow find out, we can explain that it was self defense." She then took her hand off of his shoulder and got up off the couch. "I'm going to head to bed, ok? See you in the morning." She then headed up to her bedroom and shut her door behind her.

It was about five in the morning when Rose felt a shake on her shoulder. She rolled over and opened one eye. It was Malfoy.

"What the bloody hell are you doing in my room?" she asked, half-asleep.

"I came in here to snog you… what do you think, Weasley, I can't fucking sleep."

"That's not my problem," Rose mumbled and she rolled back over, her red hair produced a fluffy mane around her head.

"I feel so guilty."

"Feeling guilt equals no criminal mastermind, now go to sleep," Rose groaned. "Or I'll hex you into Oblivion."

"Will you stop with the jokes? I actually feel like a terrible person right now."

She could hear the impatience in his voice and was that … fear? Fear for showing his emotions? Rose sat up and looked at him with a sleepy gaze.

"If I give you a Sleeping Draught, will you leave me alone?" she practically growled, annoyed at being woken up. Scorpius nodded. The Weasley girl sighed and got out of bed, her pyjama bottoms so long they brushed against the floor. As for her top, it was long sleeved and kept her quite warm when she wasn't in the cozy heat of her bed. She went over to one of her cabinets and took out a care package that her mother had sent her. Finding the Sleeping Draught, she took it out and handed it to Scorpius.

"There, Malfoy, are you happy now?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow. It was as if she was challenging him to say anything negative.

"Yes, I am. Go back to bed, Weasley and thanks." He scurried from her room, downing the potion as he went. Rose sighed and closed up her cabinet, leaving the care package out on her desk. The moonlight was pouring into her room and she knew it was far too bright for her to able to go back to sleep.

"Just when I need it, he does too," she muttered as she got back into bed. "That's rotten luck."