The sound of something heavy falling on the table got me to look up from my textbook. What I saw was my impossible cousin and his Slytherin friend Mike McLaggen. Albus had an amused expression on his face, which, obviously was connected to the envelope he had in his hand. He shot a glance full of distrust towards Malfoy before he started talking to me.I get annoyed everytime I catch my family look at Malfoy this way. At first they thought that it's gonna pass, but it's been two weeks since we started spending time together(I don't know if we can be considered friends yet). Albus is the worst if all: I know that he doesn't like Scorpius and thinks that he is the reason we don't hang out that much lately. And he doesn't know that I know that he is the one who told my parents about me befriending Malfoy.
So now here h is with satisfied smirk and an envelope in his hands.
«You missed post today», - Al drops the letter at the desk in the library and walks away without even saying goodbye.
I sigh and pick up the letter with trembling fingers.
«Rose? Did something happen that I missed?» - Scorpius asks with a furrow in his brows.
«Just the fact that my dad will probably kill me the next time he sees me because Al wrote home that we are friends now», - I reply.
I see him change in face. He turnes pale and looks down. I can almost hear his thought in my own head.
«Oh you idiot. You seriously think that my dad can make me stop talking to you? What kind of person do you think I am?»
He looks up at me and I see hope in his eyes. What an idiot. I know that his parents don't have any point on our friendship, simply because there was no one to write them about it. And that Scorpius' father still doesn't talk to him because he was sorted to Gryffindor.
I open the envelope and take the letter out.
I want to be buried in Hogwarts cemetery, please.
The first part is not that bad: my mom's neat handwriting informs me that Hugo has a flu and Ted found a new job. And then I can see the tone of the letter change together with handwriting. Dad was so angry that it's even harder to read than usual.
«I beieved you were an adequate person, but as soon as we let you out of our sight you find yourself friends that don't promise you anything good. I am dissapointed in you Rose. I thought you can find yourself better friends. Of course, I can be mistaken, but he is a Malfoy, and they prove to be rotten.»
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Well, I will have to prove him wrong.
I feel someone's hand on my shoulder. I struggle and open one eye. Scorpius is bending over me, a soft smile on his lips.
«Again? Weasley, you should stop staying so late reading», - he says taking the book out of my hands.
«I was just waiting for you to come back», - I say a bit annoyed at him for not understanding such simple things.
«Was it so hard to wait till the morning I would have told you everything», - he laughs and helps me to get up from the armchair near the fireplace in our Common Room.
In last week Scorpius have been exploring the castle at night, trying to find a hiding place for us and, also, secret passages. I was declined to be a company for these expeditions, because Mr. Malfoy claimed me «too loud to move around the castle at night without waking up the whole faculty». So my mission was to seat and patiently wait for him, which let me bored and infinitely jealous, though I knew that he was right: I couldn't even move around the room without hitting anything on my way.
« I found it», - he says yawning.
«Where?» - I jump and, of course, trip on my own foot and fall back into the armchair.
Malfoy start hysterically laughing, and I take the closest object to me, which happened to be my book and throw it at him. The book gets his head, and it makes him land in the second armchair.
«Ow, will you ever stop doing this?» - he says rubbing his forehead, which already started to redden.
« It's all your fault. You laughed when I fell.»
«Well, it was impossible not to laugh», - he says grinning.- «But back to business: behing the tapestry on the third floor is a small room, which is perfectly suitable for everything we plan to do. We can even make potions there.»
I look at him, and we reflect each other's grins. After two months of planning our mischievous Hogwarts life can finally begin. Uncle George is going to be proud of us.