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A/N: First off, thanks to the following: VeVe2491, CaptainSlow, and -Lost In The Stars- for reviewing! There were a few favorites and, though I thank you, I really do wish you would review so I know exactly what you like about the story.

And, yeah, if you read my profile about me updating next week, I lied. But I got so bored and I really wanted to, so I hope you'll forgive me, haha! :)

Now, a Memory Refresher!

Previously on Acquaintances:

Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin, has just left from tutoring a Third Year, House unknown. As he's returning to the dungeons, he finds a wand, then an unconscious Rose Weasly, Ravenclaw, hanging upside-down in the air. Getting her down, he quickly ushers her to the Hospital Wing.

Chapter 2 (Wondering)

Scorpius opened his mouth to explain everything he had witnessed, but Madam Pomfrey interrupted yet again. "Oh, no time for chit chat; bring her in, right over here!" He did as he was told and placed Rose down on a hospital bed with the matron fussing around her. The Hospital Wing was very immaculate. There were a few beds on each side of the room and privacy curtains next to them. The large windows were spotless, making the light coming from outside seem even brighter. Scorpius proposed when she didn't have a lot of patients, she went around cleaning to keep herself busy. She was incredibly good at it, but magic probably helped.

Poppy turned to the blond after she had grabbed the airborne candles to place on the table next to the clean bed. "What precisely has come about with Miss Weasley?" She narrowed her eyes as if he had been the one to do this to the girl, causing him to blink.

"Well, I was returning to the Slytherin common room from a tutoring session," he began, but he soon paused as the matron gave him a sharp look. He was going to ask her what the problem was when he realized she was staring at his hair and attire, and it clicked. His hair was messy from pulling his jumper off and he was out of school uniform. She must have thought he had . . . Agrippa, no!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Poppy," he said quickly whilst trying to flatten his flaxen locks. Her eyes narrowed further. "As much as I would rather have been doing what I know you think I was doing, I wasn't."

"Now listen here, Mister Malfoy," she snapped, not at all confused by his wording, "what else am I to think when you barge in here looking as if you've just left from a rendezvous?"

Scorpius was ready to counter what she had said and her choice of words when he comprehended two things: if he replied (and he was sure he wasn't to as it was a rhetorical question) he would be talking back to his elder, and there was an unconscious person who needed help that only he could give. . .

Well, the matron could give better help than what he had, but he digresses.

"Okay, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Scorpius started over. He knew he was pushing his luck–did a fire just light up in her eyes?–but she did need his information, whatever way he was going to give it. "I was coming back from a tutoring session–no, not just a tutoring session, an awful tutoring session. I swear it's like the kid never went through First or Second Year!"

Pomfrey cleared her throat, telling him he had started going off on a tangent. Scorpius rubbed the back of his neck and continued, "I was going to the dungeons after tutoring this Third Year and came upon a wand in a corridor. I picked it up and was leaving to report it when some parchment fell to the ground from above, so I looked up and there she was, dangling in the air. I got her down and got here as fast as I could." There still seemed to be some doubt in her eyes, but Madam Pomfrey's gaze had softened as he went through the recollection.

"Where is Miss Weasley's wand now?"

"It's–er–I left it along with mine and my robes in a hallway."

"And why would you do something like that?"

"Because I dropped them when I reached out to catch her and couldn't pick anything up with her in my arms. I could have set her down, put I wasn't sure how long she had been upturned, so I didn't want to waste any time getting her here."

She gave a short nod. "Very well, then. Fifteen points from Slytherin." Scorpius gaped at her.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Fifteen points from Slytherin for being out of school dress code."

"But, Poppy! It's clearly after curfew; you can't expect me, hell, anyone, to be in their uniforms! Plus, did you not just hear my back-story?"

"Ten points," the matron said simply before the blond could continue ranting.

"I'm sorry, what?" Scorpius repeated.

"Ten points to Slytherin for helping Miss Weasley." Scorpius sighed appreciatively. At least she didn't get him for calling her by her first name in numerous occasions, or for swearing in front of her. "Now, what do you suppose the conjurer casted? I do have a few suspicions myself."

"I do believe it was the Levicorpus jinx as the Counter-jinx worked just well against it." At this, she went into her office toward her supply cabin, grabbing her wand to unlock it.

"Most students rarely remember the Counter-jinx to that particular curse for whatever reason," Madam Pomfrey said, slightly impressed. Scorpius was going to tell her he wasn't most students, but he just couldn't bring himself to lie, so he was left with telling her the truth.

"Yeah, I didn't at first either," he admitted as he pulled out a chair to put next to Rose's bed.

"Oh, is that so?" She reappeared with a bottle of some green liquid. Placing it on the table next to the bed, she also set down a goblet of water Scorpius hadn't seen. "Would you like some water?"

"Yes, please, madam." She was gone and back again with an exceptionally clean goblet filled with water in her right hand which she handed to the boy and, in her left hand, a spoon. He immediately brought the rim to his lips to take a mouthful. Using her wand, Poppy opened the bottle of liquid, poured some out, and, opening Rose's mouth faintly, let a few drops slide in and down her throat. She topped the bottle, left the room again, and re-emerged.

"You know, you could have just used Finite," Madam Pomfrey said casually, breaking the silence that had ensued as she set to work making sure one of the many Weasleys was comfortable. Drinking some more of the clear fluid, Scorpius licked his lips.

"Beg pardon?"

"You could have just used Finite. Have you not yet learned that?" His confusion prolonged. The elder shook her head. "Honestly; Finite stops any lingering effects of a spell on the subject of which one targets." Scorpius took another sip and shrugged. She made it sound so difficult. "Very well. As it is after curfew, you may return to your common room now. If someone stops you in the hallway, just show them this." She took out a spare piece of parchment and a quill, quickly scribbling something down in her neat, loopy handwriting. Once she finished, she made a flourish and bestowed it upon the Malfoy. "Thank you, and, to ease your worries, Miss Weasley shall be well in due time."

Scorpius drank the remaining water in the goblet, and offered it to Poppy whilst taking the parchment to shove in his pocket. She took it and walked out of the doors to her office. The young Slytherin stood and put the chair back against the wall between the bed and table. He started for the door, but hesitated. Turning on the spot, he glimpsed at the person lying on the bed, wondering why she had to be in the bed.

She was still flushed, but not as much as from earlier, and her mouth was opened a bit, most likely when the matron had given her the medicine. He slowly walked over and blew out the candles. He probably wouldn't have been able to see anything if the stars and moon weren't shining brightly through the large windows of the wing. Scorpius then went back to the doors to exit the Hospital Wing.

On his way through Madam Pomfrey's office, he nodded to the elderly woman who was sitting and writing something on another piece of parchment and gave a small smile. Like what he had been doing previously in the evening, Scorpius thrust his hands into his pockets, his left brushing against parchment. Unconsciously, his hand clutched it. He was just thinking about rushing back to the location where he had ditched the two wands and his clothing when the woman spoke.

"Good night, Mister Malfoy." Scorpius took his right hand out of his pocket to check his watch.

12:03 a.m.

"Good morning, Poppy."

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