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Now, a Memory Refesher!

Previously on Acquaintances:

For reasons unknown to Rose Weasley, Ravenclaw, Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin, decides to embarrass her in the Entrance Hall in front of the student body. She has her suspicions, though. We learn the name and house of Scorpius' tutoree, Rose (kinda) meets Scorpius' mates, and a different cousin of Rose's makes an appearance.

Chapter Nine (Disgusting)

"So, Rose," someone said as they sat next to her. Turning, Rose saw it was just Carmen and returned to her breakfast; now, should she choose an apple or just go with cereal? Carmen rolled her eyes as if she knew what Rose was debating. "Just go with the apple already." Rose did as she was told, reaching over and plunking out the reddest, juiciest looking fruit in the purple bowl.

After taking a bite, chewing and swallowing, Rose looked over at her roommate. "What did you want to tell me?"

"Oh! Guess what I just heard?"

"Okay." She paused, taking another bite of her delicious apple. "I made the highest score on the Defence essay?"

"Rose, come on now, that concerns school. Try again."

"If you really want me to, sure . . ." The redhead tried to think of something as she gazed all over the Great Hall. She went from face to face, table to table, food item to the tableware, but couldn't imagine anything to speculate. Her friend made a noise of aggravation.

"Time's up! You're taking too long." Rose rolled her eyes. "I was walking down the hallway and realized I really had to go to the loo, so, obviously, I went. I relieved myself and was about to flush when I heard some girls come in and start talking . . . about you."

"Me? I promise, I don't think I've done anything humiliating in the last two weeks. Well, except for that embarrassing whatever Malfoy forced me into, but that was two weeks ago!" Rose felt weird when people said things about her to others. Naturally, it happened to everyone and, honestly, she could care less what they thought of her, she just couldn't stand the staring.

Carmen laughed lightly. "Ah, I almost forgot about that." Rose glared. "I'm kidding. I mean, who could forget that? I wish I could've seen it in person. Stupid hair making me late. It's just too unmanageable . . ." She pulled on a strand of her thick brown hair.

"Getting on with the point . . ."

"Yeah, that's right! Anyway, they were saying that a certain Slytherin has taken a mad fancy with you. And I checked: he is pretty cute." Carmen grinned, pushing her brown fringe out of her face behind her ear. Rose's heart started pumping just a tad bit quicker, and she nearly dropped her breakfast at her friend's announcement.

"And what if it was just a bum source?"

"Rose, it was Melanie Jones and those other girls that run the Hogwarts Herald; you know they practically never lie."

"Yeah, did you notice keyword practically?" The brunette Ravenclaw sighed.

"Rose," she whined. Rose wasn't paying her any attention, though as she was scanning the Slytherin table wondering which one of the boys was barmy enough to like her. She tried looking at all of the boys, but, as it was still early, there weren't many present, and the boys that were there, Rose managed to find faults with them even if she didn't know them.

Her concentration was moved from the Slytherin table to the Hufflepuff table as her eyes scanned for Melanie. They found the Sixth Year laughing with the other Sixth Year Hufflepuffs. Her hair was in pigtails and she had a bang, though it was probably there to hide her bad case of acne. No matter what Melanie tried, her face always seemed prone to blemishes, but none of her friends seemed to care; they were all teenagers anyway. Melanie was also on the pudgy side, causing her much grief with boys and girls when she was younger. To this day, however, when asked, she would claim she was comfortable with herself and body.

Rose could feel her eyes follow another Hufflepuff coming up to the area Melanie and her friends were, tentatively standing as if she was awaiting their approval. She must have earned it, though, as a moment later she sat. Her pink lips were moving very rapidly and from the facial expressions of the other girls, she was talking too fast. Rose could see someone stop her, probably telling her to slow down. Nervously, the girl pushed her black hair to the back of her ear and tried again. She must have been a Fifth or Fourth Year because all the Sixth Year Hufflepuffs had already been seated before she had arrived.

"Who are you staring at, hm, Rose?" The girl in question just about dropped her apple again as she forgot Carmen was there. Carmen gave up speaking when she realized her mate wasn't listening and began looking in the general direction Rose had her eyes locked on.

"Just Melanie and those other girls. I was wondering if we can really trust what they say."

"We can!"

Rose finished up her fruit. "So, what boy has "taken a mad fancy" on me?"

"Carter Dillon." Carmen was glowing with excitement.

"Um, I would be smiling as creepily as you, it's just . . . I don't know who that is."

The brunette scoffed. "Oh, Rose, how I need to take you outside and show you the world more." Her brown eyes searched the Slytherin table as Rose's had been doing earlier with the same intentions. "Hm, he's not there, but once I see him, I'll alert you, okay?" The redhead only nodded, picking up her goblet to sip some pumpkin juice.

O.o.O.o.O

At five o'clock, in the library, Rose had taken a seat at an idyllic secluded table by the windows. Just as she had opened her book to study for an upcoming exam, Al popped in and took a seat across from her.

"This is a nice spot you have here," he commented. "Bet I would have never known it was here if it wasn't for you, so thanks." Rose smiled sardonically, but mentally, she was thinking that she was going to have to find a new reading spot. After making a reminder to search the library, she returned her attention to her book. This did not please Al. He began tapping on the table, but when he saw it didn't bother Rose–she did have a younger, sometimes annoying brother after all–he began ripping up parchment.

She didn't react.

He reached into the bag Rose hadn't noticed he had brought with him, pulled out some Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, and began chewing it loudly and obnoxiously. Al could see her left eye twitch a little before she acted as it didn't bother her. He smirked before tapping his foot against the ground quickly to a silent beat in his head. Rose coughed agitatedly. Al mocked her cough. His cousin still wouldn't acknowledge him, so he ceased with his bothersome acts. He nearly missed her breathing through her nose appreciatively.

"Rose," he said at last while chewing his gum. "Rose," he repeated when she didn't respond. "Rose," he whined pathetically which caused bits of spit to come out of his mouth onto the table. "Oops, didn't mean to do that," he apologized, using his sleeve to wipe the surface. Looking up, he could see the redhead's disgusted face and laughed.

Licking his lips, the raven-haired Sixth Year glanced around the library when a person walked by before sitting straighter in his seat. Just as Rose thought he was going to study with her, he pulled his feet from under the table and onto to the surface, leaned his chair back, and stuck his arms behind his head.

"Fine, Rose, cousin o' mine, since you won't talk to me, a member of your own family, I'll just wait until you've finished reading." He shook his head sadly at her. "Really now, choosing an inanimate object over your animate family member? I'm insulted. But anyway, I'll shut up now." Smiling widely, his teeth moving apart to show his completely blue tongue that contrasted with his white teeth, he nodded to show he was being sincere. As if Rose was going to believe he was going to do such a thing.

After flipping and reading through several pages in the next half hour, Rose closed her book. She couldn't believe she was able to make it as far as she did without comments from her cousin. "Okay, Al, we can go now." She reached over to shove her book into her rucksack, waiting to hear Al's response. Hiccupping, she turned toward Al while simultaneously trying to squeeze her book in with the many others of her bag. He was–how could she not see it coming?–sleeping. His feet were still on the table and he was in the same position when he had claimed he was going to be silent, his mouth vaguely open. Rose briefly wondered what happened to the gum he had been chewing. Then she wondered how she was going to wake him up without making him choke on aforementioned gum.

Abandoning her book that did not want to cooperate, she stood, walked over to Albus, and bent down to his face. Carefully, she moved her pointer and middle finger to the side of his mouth that wasn't closed, prying his mouth open a bit. She shuddered, peering inside for the bubble gum, finding it stuck to his teeth on the side. Her fingers went toward it so she could quickly pull the wad out and leave when her thumb brushed against the wall of his mouth. This prompted Al's eyes to flutter open while his mouth closed–getting Rose's fingers wet.

"Ew, Al, gross!" she squealed, pulling away from him. The drool line that came attached to her finger from his mouth nearly caused her to vomit.

Al wiped at his mouth. "The fuck, Rose?" he asked, a frown gracing his face. He returned his chair that somehow hadn't fallen during his snooze back to all four legs touching the ground and moved his feet off the table. She watched as he took a piece of the parchment he had been ripping earlier to spit his wad of gum out, crumpling the paper afterwards.

"You fell asleep. I was only trying to wake you, but I remembered you were chewing gum and I, as your caring older cousin, didn't want you to suffocate." Rose leaned forward to wipe her fingers on Al's shoulder, her tongue stuck out in disgust.

"You're only older by two months," he mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest after he had run his left hand through his messy hair.

"And . . . ?"

"And five days," he mumbled.

"There you go. Sorry for intruding in your personal space for your own good. Now, what did you want to talk about?"

He visibly brightened. "Okay, so I'm sure–no, I know–you recognize the glorious event occurring next month." Rose just about said Christmas, but had to stop to think of the answer he really wanted to hear. Al narrowed his eyelids at her, peering at her with his green eyes . "Well?" he asked.

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. "Ah, it's your birthday!" He frowned again. "Did you really think I forgot? That was just to work you up, yeah?" He sighed deeply.

"Okay, fine. As I was saying, it's my birthday next month, and James wants to throw me a party."

"Uh huh, no different than last year," his older-by-two-months-and-five-days cousin said. "Are you having another small get-together in the Gryffindor common room like last year?" Al tilted his head to the side and rolled his eyes.

"Cuz-o, that party, not get-together, was in no way, shape, or form small. You just showed up when everyone was leaving to go to bed or return to their common room. Oh, and I still remember your excuse for almost not making it to my celebration." He saw her shrink in her seat a little. "I had to study! The O.W.L.s are next term! What a load of rubbish."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to succeed," she snapped. "Is that all you wanted? To make me feel like scum for almost missing your party?"

"No, I wanted to check in advance that you are coming and on time to this event."

"Yes, I will be coming and on time to this event."

"Thank you," he said with a smile. "What's more, James and Hugo need help with preparing the location of this year's party."

It was Rose's turn to narrow her eyes. "No party in the Gryffindor common room? Do you want a different common room? I don't think that's possible, however."

Al smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Not exactly."

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