I am seriously sorry! I've been trying to pre-write chapters for a more... regular update schedule, but the 2 months seemed to fly by on a Nimbus 2000Xtreme! That, and I have about 9 classes, volunteer work, finding a job, and more classes on the way. Yay me?

And all that on about 4 hours of sleep per night.

Did many of you forget about me? Let's just say this was a test to see if you liked me at all...

Dedicated to mis amigas neonskittles and deadpassion.

Also Anya Violetta, who's wonderful stories gave me inspiration!

(Stolen) ^^ Disclaimer - Roses are red, violets are blue. I no own. So you no sue. Except for the text that is this book, which I would be very upset if you took. So do not steal or I will be mad... stealing makes the story-gods sad. And remember on judgement day, the saints will say, "where is this story that you have stole away?"

Chapter 3

Rose didn't know whether to scream or not. Wait, yes she did.

She ran, feet pounding against the stone of the hallways of Hogwarts, going who knew where.

She had no idea. Of course she didn't.

All she knew was that she was running for her life.

She ducked into the corridor, which branched off into the older part (or newer, Hogwarts was always changing) of the school, her breath clouding in front of her. She knew that if she made it into her dorm room, she would be safe. There, she could use her wand. There, she would be safe.

A passageway was close, she knew it. She had studied maps and old documents that she had gotten from Uncle George, as well as Uncle Harry, and though he would deny it, her father had snuck in a few hints too. She had left her robes and her bag on the floor in the broom cupboard. Merlin knew when she had taken those off.

She ducked into the passageway, this time behind a statue, and made her way back to the Entrance Hall. She climbed out, and looked carefully from one side to the other. In the Great Hall, there were still a few stragglers refusing to leave their precious food in exchange for sleep. Once again, she checked the hallway, and deemed it clear.

She quickly made her way up to stairs towards Gryffindor Tower, pausing every flight of stairs to listen for the sound of footsteps. Each time, she would sigh in relief at hearing only chatter, and once again traveled up the next flight of stairs.

Into the Common Room she went, muttering the password to the Pink Lady, who had sat chittering away at her, obviously tipsy on some sort of oil painting wine (how paintings got drunk, she probably would never know) while a chill repeatedly traveled down her spine. Her hand gripped her wand tightly, and it was fortunate her wand was made of willow, and flexible, otherwise it would have snapped under the pressure that was on it.

One by one, the steps towards the dorm seemed to melt away, and she dreaded the horrors that she would see inside the room that had become her second home in the past few years.

Standing outside the door, she mentally steeled herself to the fear, and took a deep breath. In the middle of her next calming breath, the door swung open, and a strong, firm hand gripped her arms tightly on both sides, and pulled her into the room.

In a panic, she choked on her air that she had not yet gotten out of her lungs, and bucked as she was pushed and pulled at, then finally shoved onto the bed.

Her worst nightmare had, for not the first time, come true.

"Rose Granger-Weasley," a voice she was traumatized enough to recognize spoke in a seemingly foreign tone.

"You have to tell us now," the voice continued. "Or else..."

A pair of lavender polka-dotted underpants floated up in front her eyes. Rose's eyes were wide with fear, while the eyes of the person opposite her were filled with a sick, twisted joy.

"These will be sent to the school publication, anonymously, and with your name written all over it!" Rose squeaked as the owner of the voice grinned in triumph. Hands gripped her arms behind her, while more held her down.

Lily, the little witch, (the bad kind, not the normal ones) the one two years below her, was holding her hostage, recruiting Rose's own friends to do it.

Rose turned her head to the side, and hissed to the girl beside her, the one holding her arms down.

Amalynne smiled ruefully, her long punky pink streaky hair (yes, many describing words. It was Amalynne after all) perfectly positioned on her head as always.

"You know our little resident redhead," she whispered, still grinning. "She can dig up enough dirt on anyone to build another forty Great Pyramids. I don't want to be the next one."

Impatiently, the aforementioned redhead waved Rose's personal articles of clothing in front of her face. She was lucky she had just had her clothes cleaned, otherwise...

Yeah.

"What is the deal," she nearly screamed, "with you and Scorpius Malfoy?"

Rose groaned, and dropped her head backwards onto the bed -her bed- which was currently overloaded with Gryffindors, all from different years.

Which meant they were most definitely not supposed to be in the fourth years dorm.

But, who could stop a Gryffindor? Especially a redheaded Lily, daughter of the Harry Potter. Rose was also a redhead, but a much more refined one.

" You were in the broom cupboard with Scorpius Malfoy!"

Okay, maybe not so refined.

"You snogged him, didn't you!" Lily's question sounded more like a statement, which was most definitely not true.

Definitely.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Of course I didn't Lily, why would I?"

" Uh, cause he's hawt?" she rolled her eyes as if it was the most important thing in the world. She couldn't be the daughter of the Chosen One. No one in their right mind, would think Scorpius Malfoy was hot.

He was pretty handsome, his inherited pale, almost feminine features accenting his face beautifully, and his eyes, stared deep into your eyes, almost as if they could open up your soul and look over everything in there-or drop you hard onto the ground with your arse in the air.

With that thought, any thought of the prettiness of Scorpius' eyes, or his face, flew from her mind like a hunk of beef from the table when there were Weasleys around. She scowled, flipping over on the bed, and pressed her face into the bed.

"He is not hot. There is no way anyone-" she raised her arm and pointed forward, for some reason at her headboard. "would think that was hot. Unless they are Slytherin."

Amalynne let go of her friend's arms, and sat down next to her on the bed, and began toying with Rose's long hair. It was so soft.

Lily, steamed by the way she was being ignored, ran and tackled Rose, landing on top of her and squashing her to the bed.

She flailed her arms and legs, unable to breathe, then played dead to see if Lily would get her fat bottom off her back.

"Lily, I don't think she's breathing anymore," Amalynne said to the little monster, and then looked dubiously at Rose's limp form. Rose's hair was still in her hands, and she was twisting it, had been playing with it for the past ten minutes or so.

"Yeah, right!" Lily pouted, her hair flipping out at different angles below her chin. "She just doesn't want to give us the juicy details."

At this, Rose used all of her strength and pushed upward, knocking Lily onto the floor, where her rump was introduced to the floor (Nice to meet you! You feel nice, what lotion do you use?) and sat up, scooting closer beneath the covers. The other girls in the room, seemingly also forgotten, looked up expectantly at her, apparently all eager to hear her story.

Rose pointed at the door. "Out. Now."

"What?" "No!" "We wanna stay~!" "You can't keep it from us forever!" Multiple voices shouted in indignation.

"Yes, later, go away now!" she told them. They lingered near the door, buzzing like irritating little flies. "Oh, yes, please, thank you, now get the bloody hell out~!"

At last they filed out the door, and when the last girl had left, she nearly slammed the door shut.

"Oi! Stop slamming to door up there!" shouted a voice from somewhere below in the Common Room. "Some people are trying to study!"

"Oh shut up James, everyone knows that you never study!" Rose shouted back through the closed door.

"That's just cause I'm totally awesome!"

She went back to the bed and tumbled onto her stomach, and once again Amalynne sat beside her.

"Sooo... what happened between you and Malfoy, huh?" Lily asked her, her eyes glinting eerily in the light of the room.

"Oh, so now you decide to ask me?" Rose asked her skeptically.

"Hey, I've got the right to put your panties up wherever I like." she retorted, still holding the stupid underwear.

That was it. She was sooo going to start locking up her underpants.

"That's it. I am sooo going to start locking up my underpants." Rose blinked twice, then looked at the two girls in horror. "Oh, no. I'm starting to sound like Dad."

"Huh?"

I'm saying everything that pops into my head!

"I'm saying everything that pops into my head!"

Lily waved the underwear in her face once more. "I won't let you go to bed until I get some answers Rosie."

Scowling, she snatched at the panties, only to have them pulled away at the last minute. "No way am I going to pass up my blackmailing opportunities." Lily stuck out her tongue.

Rose shook her head, and raised her eyebrows, a puzzled look on her face. "Why are you so obsessed with this? You're twelve."

"Hey, twelve is old enough to start liking guys." Lily shrugged. "Your just a late bloomer."

"I am not!" Lily tilted her head and then questioned Amalynne.

"Lynnie-" Amalynne groaned, "how many passing crushes have you had on guys this year?" Amalynne thought about it for a while, then answered.

"Not including summer hotties, I think maybe about five to ten?"

"See," Lily nodded her head, as if agreeing with someone -or something- inside her head. "You are weird."

"I like guys!" Rose protested. "I just don't care all that much about it." The last part was mumbled, and she pouted. It seemed she was pouting and frowning more these days.

"Okay, storytime!" Lily clapped her hands, once, twice, then sat down and waited.

Rose told them all about it.

"See? You totally misunderstood the whole thing!" Rose told them, nodding her head decisively.

"So he was apologizing to you?" Amalynne asked. She had taken out her wand and was fiddling with It behind Rose's head.

"Awwww! That's so sweet!" Lily gushed.

All Rose could do was stare at her. "Huh?"

"He's shy!"

Rose did a doubletake, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming, shaking her head to make sure nothing was trapped in her ears. She had heard correctly.

"He bugs me everyday, and has no problems with talking to anyone. I wouldn't particularly say that means that he's shy."

"He pulled you into a broom cupboard to apologize!" Lily insisted. "He's shy."

Rose blinked twice, then spoke slowly. "Or that could mean he didn't want to lower himself in front of his friends, and apologize to a Weasley."

"That too." Lily smiled. "Okay, all done!" She got off the bed, to the restroom to splash her face, and changed, hopped into her bed, pulling the covers tightly around her body.

"All that bugging and this is what could've stopped it all?" Rose asked.

"Yup. You think I'm bugging you? I feel so special."

Amalynne let go of her hair, and also got ready for bed. Rose followed suit.

In the middle of her taking off her shirt, she asked them something she needed to know. "You aren't going to bug me about this again, are you?"

"Nope!" they chorused, both in bed. Rose had no idea why Lily was sleeping in their dorm, but, oh well.

She fell into bed, and was unconscious and immersed in her dreams almost immediately.

Right before she closed her eyes, she realized something.

Hogwarts had no student publication.

Once Rose began snoring softly, the other two looked at each other. They simultaneously pulled their hands out from under the blankets and grinned.

Crossed fingers were just oh so fabulous, and the most awesome loophole ever!

I have a REQUEST! If you have any ideas for the next chapter, could you please PM it to me? I have a vague idea on what's going to happen, but I will occasionally ask what you want, then choose the one I can work with best. Thank you!

I also need names for the other girls, past Golden Trio era names, boys, Ex.- Neville Longbottom's kids or something. Thanks!

As always, critiques, as well as all other thoughts on the story, are welcome.

If you review, I shall post your name at the TOP of the next chappie.

Of course, that's if you don't want to burn this story after printing it out, then re-piecing it together, just to burn the horrendous thing again.

Not that I've ever thought that...

Neon, you're up next. Gotta fit you in somehow.