Disclaimer: "Whose main characters are these in this story Acquaintances?" "Oh, they're totally not APP's." Yup, just read the previous conversation, folks.

A/N: Thanks to: anime-is-dumb, Anti-Banana19, a-panther-and-her-prince, Avanell, Fyrefly, RAWR1229, and The Donut Eater for reviewing! Awsies, APPis loving all of her reviewers! She hopes they stick around! :)

Sorry for the lack of action (but I'm glad you enjoyed the humor) last chapter; how can I ever make it up to you? This chapter, maybe? But I see a lot of you are shipping Robert/Lily . . . Hm . . . Interesting . . . I honestly never actually thought of bringing them together. Interesting . . .

Now, a Memory Refresher!

Previously on Acquaintances:

Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin, sneaks into the Hospital Wing to talk to Rose Weasley, Ravenclaw. There, he finds the privacy curtain pulled closed and tries to leave, but bumps into Hermione Granger-Weasley. Later, in his dormitory, his friends inform him of the Weasley being in the infirmary, but he tells them he already knew, and gives a backstory, including the two-thirds of the Golden Trio. As the Slytherins troop down for lunch, news has spread about the adults, causing a riot with a young Lily Potter in the middle.

Chapter 6 (Weird)

"And where do you think you're going, Malfoy?"

"Not that it's any of your business, Cosgrove, but I'm going to the Hospital Wing to return Weasley's wand."

"Oh. Can we –"

"No," Scorpius said.

Robert huffed. "Fine. Let's go vandalize some of Malfoy's stuff, yeah, Antonio?"

"I have had my eye on that bed of his," the questioned boy remarked.

"That's the spirit! See you later, Malfoy."

"Yeah, later," Scorpius said, walking to the infirmary in who knew how times in the same week. Reaching his destination, he tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't late, so that couldn't be the problem. He knocked as loudly as he could on the door. It opened a little, revealing Madam Pomfrey's strict gaze.

"Sorry, there will be no stressing out my patient–any of them–with talk of her–or his–parents. Return to your common room." Scorpius was pretty sure she only had one person in her care.

"Poppy," he said as friendly as he could manage.

"Mister Malfoy, did you hear me?"

"Yeah, but I'm not here to ask about her folks; I have some of my own. I only want to return–er, visit her like you said. Remember? You said I could come back later." He had nearly let it slip about returning her wand again. Saying it that time, she would have taken it to give to Rose later.

"Oh, yes, well." Poppy looked strained for a moment. "Very well, you've seven minutes." The door opened wider to allow him in.

"Yes, madam," he said, biting his tongue after almost asking for more time.

"Right through there, as you know."

"Yes, madam." Scorpius did as he was told, moving over to Rose's bed. Her eyelids were closed, but he could tell she wasn't asleep as they were moving slightly.

"Weasley?" He waved his hand above her face. "Weasley?"

"No, I will not get my parents' or uncle's autograph for you. Go away." She turned on her side so her back was to him.

He smirked. "As much as my friend Robert would like that, I'm not here for that. Haven't you been feeling a bit . . . off?"

"What?" She turned to face him, frowning when she saw his face. Her auburn colored hair was in disarray and her face a little on the pale side, strange considering he had seen her at a scary pink. The frown made her look sick, contradictory of her usual healthy glow. She was a very pretty Sixth Year. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Is this how you show you're gratitude for the person who saved you?"

"If I'm not in the mood right now, then obviously it is."

Ignoring her, he repeated his first question. "So, have you?"

"What shit are you trying to feed me?"

"Madam Pomfrey's the one feeding you shit." Rose rolled her eyes. "Anyway," he continued, realizing he was wasting time, "here you are as I do believe this is yours." He presented her with her wand, watching her pale face light up with joy.

"Oh, thank you!" Rose grabbed it. "Lumos," she said. The tip lit up. "I guess I did feel a bit weird. Nox." She looked at the Slytherin expectantly.

He shrugged. "What?"

"Aren't you going to leave now?"

"Nope, in fact, I think I'll make myself at home."

And that he did. He grabbed the chair he had sat in a few days ago, bringing it to her bedside. Her eyes narrowed.

"What do you want? I know for a fact Madam Pomfrey only gives you seven minutes."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because those idiots who came in asking for autograph requests told me."

"Okay, getting straight to the point, what happened to you?"

"One boy tried to hop in the bed with me. Another was snapping pictures of me in which I think my eyes were closed in all of them. This little First Year was so overcome with joy at meeting me, she burst out in tears. Then–"

"As much as I love hearing about the oddities that are Hogwarts students, that isn't what I meant. I meant what happened to you that day I found you. Why were you hung in the air?" Her eyes narrowed once again.

"One, I don't know you, Malfoy, so I'm not just going to tell you," she said. "Two, I don't think that's any of your business. Three, hasn't it been seven minutes yet?"

"I don't know, but are you sure there isn't something you want to tell me? Not even one teeny, tiny detail?" Scorpius grinned. Maybe the little action would change her mind.

"No." So much for that, then.

"Really, Weasley?"

"Really. I thank you for holding onto my wand, though."

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome." Scorpius stood, putting the chair back in its original spot. "So, when are you getting out of here?"

"A few days, maybe three. If I'm on my best behavior, she'll let me out tomorrow." At his questioning glance, she explained. "Madam Pomfrey's words, not mine."

"Oh. Are you going to be on your best behavior, then?" Scorpius asked in a high-pitched voice, batting his eyelashes excitedly in a mocking manner.

Batting her eyelashes, too, Rose replied in a shrill tone, "Aren't I always?" Her companion certainly wasn't expecting that. "Shut the hell up, Malfoy," or "Get the fuck out before I scream," were some examples he was sure she was going to say; not a witty comeback. Many girls just got offended and didn't say anything, so this was refreshing for him. That's why he was surprised he had let out a short laugh. Apparently Rose was astonished also as she gave him a strange look.

"Did you just laugh at something I said?" she asked.

"Er," he seriously considered lying, saying he had bronchitis or some other lung condition, but didn't. "Yeah, what's the problem?"

"It's just, I always thought you thought I had terrible jokes and oughtn't try," she said dryly.

"And where would you get something like that?"

"From what you said back in Fifth Year. Any bells ringing in that empty head of yours?"

Oh. Well, he may have been a bit of a git back in his younger days . . .

Flushing a bit, Scorpius said, "Well, I –" But he realized he didn't have reasonable answer, so he settled for what he considered safe. "I didn't know you back then."

"And yet you still spread rumors about me." It was clearly not a question. A red eyebrow lifted, disappearing under her bangs. Scorpius did not reply. "Whatever," she said, tossing an item the blond hadn't seen at her side into a rubbish bin. Impressed, Scorpius started to compliment her, but stopped. After three goals, a strange red and round looking thing she threw missed the bin, rolling past it before hitting the wall a little. Rose made to sit up to slide off the bed, grab it, and put it in properly, but she stopped suddenly, looking whitish.

"Whoa there, Weasley," Scorpius said. He was up at her side, helping her lie back down.

"Ow," she mumbled, two fingers massaging her temple. Her brown eyes followed Scorpius as he bent to pick up and throw away the article that had rolled off. Madam Pomfrey entered at that moment.

"Mister Malfoy! I will not have you throwing away my patients' food! Do you want detention?"

"Wait, Poppy," he started, wondering what to say so he wouldn't rat out his classmate or lie to the matron.

"Ow," Rose said piteously, clutching her forehead.

"Miss Weasley!" Poppy was next to Scorpius in an instant. "What is the problem?"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over my bleeding headache." She groaned.

"Miss Weasley," she said sternly. "Just give me a second." She made to go into her office, but collided with Scorpius. "Sorry, if you will excuse me." She bustled off.

Rose's eyes stayed on Madam Pomfrey until she was out of sight. The Malfoy then understood what she had done.

"Oh, um, thanks for that."

"Uh huh."

"Mister Malfoy, what are you still doing here? Your seven minutes was up . . . many minutes ago!" Madam Pomfrey said, a small red bottle in her hand. "Here you are," she gently said to Rose, "Just drink all of this and get some sleep. Your headache should be gone by then." Her head snapped to Scorpius. "Mister Malfoy."

"I'm going, I'm going. Night, Poppy, Weasley."

"Oh, and Malfoy?" The boy turned at Weasley's voice. "You don't know me now, either."

O.o.O.o.O

Scorpius said the password to gain access to the common room. Inside were Bradley Sedlar and a few others, mainly Fifth and Seventh Years.

"–raised my wand. She just wouldn't listen," Bradley was saying, smirk in place. "If she had just obeyed–" He stopped at the sound of someone entering the room. "Malfoy," he sneered. There were other greetings to the blond from the people gathered around Bradley.

Heart beating considerably faster, Scorpius nodded, going calmly to the Sixth Year dormitories. Pausing before shutting the door, he tried to listen for more of the conversation, but it was peculiarly quiet; they must've not heard the door close. Closing it silently, he saw Joseph was the only person inside, eating some chocolate. Wearily, he went to his bed, lying on his back with his hands behind his head, the bits and pieces of the discussion he had just intruded in pounding in his head. Was it just a coincidence? He could have just been talking about shagging some girl . . . But raising your wand at her? Should he mention this to Headmistress Vector when she called him in to talk?

"Chocolate?" Joseph said. Even if he didn't like people, Joseph would still be civil, in most cases, to them.

"No thanks." Silence ensued. "Hey, Franklin, do you know where Cosgrove and Hall went? They told me they'd be up here smashing up my stuff."

"No, I don't." There was a pause. "But I'd be more than happy to smash up your stuff to compensate for them."

"Nah, that's okay." Scorpius continued thinking, waiting for his friends to come back. He closed his eyes to stop the headache he was getting from reflecting on so many topics, and sighed. Unbeknownst to him, as the minutes ticked away, he was slowly nodding off. That is, until the door came open and someone came over and sat on his stomach. Eyes popping open in surprise, Scorpius quickly pushed the fat lump off. The fat lump, Robert, jumped back up, but this time Scorpius was too speedy; he quickly slid off the right side of the bed, causing Robert to land on the person-less bed.

"You're no fun," he pouted, making himself comfortable on the bed.

"Yeah, and you're no feather," Scorpius countered, rubbing his abdomen.

"True and you have no abdominal muscles."

"Exactly, but I'm getting there."

"Sure, and I'm–"

"Yes, I'm sure you both can continue this until the morning," Antonio interrupted hastily, "but, please, don't."

"Where were you guys?"

"Cosgrove was thirsty."

"There's water on the table."

"But I wanted tea," Robert said.

"Yeah, he wanted tea so we had to go to the kitchens."

"Did you bring me back anything?"

"You wanted something?" Robert asked.

"Never mind."

"Maybe next time, mate."

Scorpius just yawned, and saw Joseph was already fast asleep while Antonio was getting ready to be in the same state. Sitting on the edge of his bed, the blond shoved Robert off and smiled at the satisfying thump following. Hopping up, the boy frowned.

"Fine; nighty night, Malfoy."

A/N: Please review! =D A little random humor for you a the bottom there. I hope you liked it! And if that didn't fill your craving of Rose/Scorpius, there will be more the next chapter, the chapter after that . . . but I'll stop there. ;)

Oh! My favorite line:

"Mister Malfoy, did you hear me?"

"Yeah, but I'm not here to talk about her folks; I have some of my own."

-APP