Rose came back from her date fuming.
Her bloody family!
Couldn't they just mind their own blood business?
First Fred had dumped water all over Seamus, and then Dom had asked him all sorts of awkward questions.
Then Uncle George had said something stupid about how "Weasley girls and Thomas boys never work out."
She collapsed on her bed in tears burying her face in her pillow. Now Seamus probably thought she was a weirdo with a manic family!
The door crashed open.
"Rose! Rose!" It was Evanna back from visiting Scorp.
Rose wiped her eyes and smiled at her friend, "What?"
"He SPOKE!" Evanna said jumping up and down, "He said something! HE'S ALIVE!!"
Rose blinked, "What? Scorp spoke? What did he say?!"
Evanna stopped jumping and looked down at her shoes nervously, "Oh well um… he asked… he asked where you were…"
Rose groaned and covered her face with her pillow again. How could she have been so insensitive? How could she have gone on a date and leave Scorp behind? When had she become one of those boy obsessed girls?
"How did your date go?" asked Evanna hesitantly breaking Rose out of her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh right. It went fine!" said Rose in a fake happy tone, "I'm just going to… send Scorp a letter! See you later!"
Evanna smiled evilly as Rose ran out. Fred, Dominique and George had done their part. Phase one; Ruin the Date, was complete.
-OoOo-
George Weasley sat in the apartment above his shop rolling a vial over his hands. Rose had given him a visit while she was on her date with the Thomas boy. George chuckled at the though of Rose going to same way as Ginny before realising her true love.
Scorp.
And there in lay the problem. Without a cure for Scorp's ailment there would be no future relationship to tease Ron about. And despite Rose's excitement George wasn't sure that this saliva would fix the victims.
But he would try.
-OoOo-
Draco was sitting in his office reading over Rose Weasley's latest letter. Her signature was at the bottom and Draco trailed it lovingly.
That signature was putting all his plans into motion. The first signature (forged by his idiot son, but it hadn't mattered) had invited Draco's creatures to the castle. For they had to be invited by someone who lived there.
Then the other signatures were bringing the creatures more and more power, collecting cores for Draco's goal.
And the best part?
It was happening right under Gildor's nose and if it failed Gildor would take the blame.
Draco glanced up at the portrait, "Soon My Lord, soon."
A/N: I know I'm horrible. I haven't updated for ages! I've been hit down with writer's block and I had no idea how this year was going to end. Also I've been working on some new ficts to post after this year is done. Forgive me!!