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Monday "morning", Week before Christmas Holidays:
Rose's POV
I could not sleep for the life of me.
I had tried everything, from counting hippogriffs, to humming myself to sleep. But the images of warm chocolate brownies haunted my thoughts.
I looked at my blinking alarm clock, telling me that it was indeed, 2:00 AM. I groaned and rolled over, debating whether or not to sneak out.
You have to get up early tomorrow, to take a shower since you didn't take one this night.
But it wouldn't even take long to go to the kitchens.
Yes, but what if someone sees you?
I won't get caught.
My mind argued like this for a good 15 minutes until I lost my will power.
Begrudgingly, I got out of my warm bed, not caring to put on shoes, and walked out of my dormitory to the Gryffindor common room. The carpet under my socked feet did not make a sound as I tiptoed to the portrait hole.
The fire had diminished into glowing embers by this time, and the room was eerily silent. I exited the Gryffindor house, without anyone knowing I had woken up. I crept quietly down the stairs careful not to make much of a sound. Clinging to the shadows, I watched out for any patrolling teachers, or cats named Mrs. Norris Jr.
Finally after many unnecessary adrenaline rushes, I got to the painting of a fruit bowl. I tickled the pear- just like Uncle George taught me- and slipped inside.
Almost immediately, I banged into something hard and warm.
"Hrrmmph,"
"Whoa watch where your go—Weasley? What are you doing here?" said a voice that sounded somewhat familiar.
I backed up from the chest of Scorpius Malfoy.
Oh crap.
Why was the universe always against me?
I really did not want to see him after the snogging incident that happened three days ago, on Friday. I had successfully managed to avoid him over the weekend.
I mean you can only evade the best friend of your cousin for so long. But I desperately hoped that I would see him later than this.
I felt the tips of her ears turn red, a habit I inherited from my father. Curse my dang genes...
"I- I uh—getting a late night snack, of course," I replied, gaining my voice back. I took this time to look at Scorpius fully. He was clad in loose sweats and a navy blue Puddlemere United shirt. His usually neat, blonde hair stuck up oddly, and he held a mug in his left hand.
It was then, that I was reminded painfully of my own attire, when Scorpius looked me up and down.
I happened to be wearing a Chudley Cannons T-shirt that had once belonged to my dad. Thank Merlin it was black instead of bright orange. I tugged down the length of my blue shorts self-consciously.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said stepping around me to hand his mug to a bustling house elf. I suddenly noticed the many creatures moving around.
"Miss, would you like some hot chocolate also?" asked a squeaky house elf.
"Um, actually I was wondering if you had any leftover brownies from dinner," I replied bending down slightly to get to the house elf's level.
"Oh yes Miss we do!" squeaked the house elf excitedly.
I replied with a thanks and smoothed a lock of auburn hair that escaped my messy bun. I touched the top of my hair and cringed from the tangled mess that I felt beneath my fingertips. I turned around to see Scorpius still staring at me.
"What?" I snapped.
He promptly shut his slightly gaping mouth and gestured to the table in the corner of the kitchen,
"Care to join me?" he asked politely.
"Sure."
So I guess we were just going to ignore what happened last Friday, and I was more than willing to do that. We could act civil.
I walked over to the circular table, located in the corner of the kitchen, and sat down on the comfy chair, watching the house elves clean up. My gaze eventually came to land on Scorpius who was making his own hot chocolate despite some house elves' protests.
He came back to where I was sitting and gave me a cup filled to the brim with marshmallows and hot coco.
"Thanks," I said quietly, sipping cautiously at the liquid. I tended to burn my tongue easily. "So you couldn't sleep? Or were you just hungry?" I asked curiously, setting my mug down.
By this point, we had come to a silent agreement that neither would tell about the other person's misdemeanor.
"Couldn't sleep...had nightmares," he said staring at the contents in his cup. He looked rather handsome, I guess. His gray eyes darkened to stony orbs at the memory of the unpleasant dreams. His white-blonde hair was mussed sexily, and I enjoyed the fact that he was imperfect at times.
Wait did I say sexy? No...nope, Scorpius Malfoy was not sexy. At all.
Our relationship was nothing special. Mostly it included annoying each other on a daily basis, and trying to one-up each other in tests. We had grown friendlier towards each other since we knew that Albus would want that. Our arguments had become fewer, and less heated.
Well until three days ago that is...
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked watching his expression carefully.
"Not particularly."
And with that, we were silent again, until a house elf bought me my yummy brownies.
I eagerly grabbed one, biting into it hungrily.
"Mmmm..." I moaned softly, staring at the wonderful dessert in my hands. How someone managed to make something taste so delicious was beyond me.
This was magic at it's best.
I grabbed another stuffing it into my mouth. I had also inherited her father's eating habits.
"Do I need to give you and the brownie a moment alone?" Scorpius teased. His gray eyes were twinkling with amusement.
I blinked at him. I momentarily forgot about him. A brownie could do that to you.
"No! But have you tried one of these? They're fantastic!" I exclaimed, pushing the plate towards Scorpius.
He took one carefully, while I nodded my head, encouraging him. He bit into it and said plainly, "It's just a brownie. It doesn't explain your food-gasm."
"I did not have a food-gasm!" I cried indignantly, "These are just bloody amazing!" I felt the tips of my ears glow red again. He chuckled as if he didn't believe me.
We continued to eat, until Scorpius brought up the subject.
"So are you and McLaggen dating?" he blurted out, his gray eyes darkening once again.
"What? Of course not," I replied surprised. Was that what he thought? "I mean we dated a bit, but he's not my boyfriend or anything..." Which was very true. That day in the hallway, Max just dragged me under the mistletoe and kissed me. And he was quite a good kisser...
"Oh," Scorpius exhaled. I noticed his shoulders drooped down a bit, like he was tense before. Although, I don't know why he would be tense about my relationship status...
We finished eating and we walked out of the kitchen with many promises to the house elves that we would be back. As we walked back to our houses, the silence grew heavy and awkward.
Suddenly, I heard a scuffling sound, and a tiny meow.
I stepped closer to Scorpius and brushed arms with him.
"Scorp—" I breathed, suddenly scared. His head whipped back to look at me, and even I was surprised with my use of his first name.
"Someone's coming, stay quiet," he whispered. He grabbed my arm, and put a hand to my waist. I felt a slight flutter in my stomach, but I told myself that it was from the sudden warmth from his fingertips.
He led me to a shadowy corner of the castle, and we hid there, trying to not even breathe.
Scorpius' hand was leaning on the wall behind me, and I could see every angle of his face.
I gulped, suddenly aware of everything; my heart pounding in my chest, my face become increasingly warmer, Scorpius smelling like soap and mint, and our close proximity.
I peered over Scorpius' broad shoulder and saw a puffy tail twitch. My breath hitched, and Scorpius looked over his shoulder.
I heard him swear quietly, and push me closer to the wall (if that was possible). His hands were on my waist, and his chest was pressed into me. I closed my eyes internally cursing myself.
Didn't I say that I was going to get caught, and how this was a bad idea? I knew I shouldn't have sneaked out...dang yummy brownies...
Finally I felt Scorpius relax, and let out a held breath. He pulled away from me.
"Good night Rose," he murmured, avoiding my gaze. He walked to his Slytherin house. He left so quickly that I didn't register he left until I glanced around.
I was left standing there with a feeling of loneliness. My thoughts were a jumbled mess but one thing kept coming back to me: He called me Rose...
I breathed in deeply, my heart slowing to its normal rhythm, and I practically ran to the Gryffindor common room.
Even after all that excitement, I had a feeling that I wouldn't fall asleep easily...
A/N: YAY! Another chapter! I hope you enjoyed this! More to come! So stay alert (tehe, do you get it? Make this an alert for Pete's sake!). It would be nice if you also left a review! :D I enjoy them!