A/N: Hello lovely readers! So, here is another chapter and I apologize for the slight...erm...suggestive stuff in it. But this is still rated a 'T' so it's all good ;). And thanks so much for reviewing and sticking with this story, I swear this story is going to be the death of me. Oh! And I have some fluff for all you guys. Alrighty, read on!
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Rose's POV

I ran into Max McLaggen on the way to my classes.

"Hey, Rose," he called trying to catch up with my long strides.

"Hullo, Max," I replied, remembering what Lily told me to do.

"You know, class doesn't start for a while," whispered Max quietly, "we could do something else in the mean time..."

"No thanks," I said a bit rudely. I was done being Max's snog partner—at the end of the day, I wanted a guy who really liked me, and not just my lips.

"Alright, maybe next time," replied Max, oblivious to my tone.

"You know what Max?" I said, turning to face him, "I don't think there is going to be a next time. I think we're done here."

I strode away quickly from his frowning face, hugging my books to my chest fiercely.

Boys were so much easier to handle when they're silent.

Tuesday Night, after dinner, Slytherin common room. Three days from the Holidays.

Scorpius' POV

I sat in a comfy armchair near the fireplace. I had a Transfiguration textbook in my lap, but I had read the same sentence repeatedly, still not understanding what it meant.

It had been a day since I last talked to Rose, and I had grown anxious. The most we've exchanged was a few glances, but that was all. I've tried talking to her, but the teachers seem to think that they need to load us down with so much homework right before the holidays. So I've spent almost all my free time in the library or Slytherin common room, like tonight.

But I had given up, momentarily, on my homework and instead I relived all the times I had seen Rose after the incident.

I remember when I saw her in Transfiguration, and she had almost smiled at me. But it soon turned into a confused expression that resulted in her sitting on the other side of the room.

What the heck did that mean?

If it hadn't been for James' note, I would think that she was still mad at me. While walking to another classroom, James had sent me an enchanted paper airplane that had said, "She knows". That was all.

My mind slowly drifted off into PG-13 thoughts of Rose Weasley.

She was standing near me, in her usual Gryffindor uniform. She was waiting for me, and she watched me—curious to see what I would do.

I brushed back her auburn curls and leaned in slowly. Her blue eyes sparkled with apprehension, and she started to lean in also. Her lips looked pink and soft. We met briefly—our lips brushed faintly—

"Scorp!"

I jerked upright, sending my textbook flying to the floor. I looked furiously at my daydream interrupter.

"What, Al?" I asked, still annoyed.

"You were dozing off. C'mon let's go to bed, we've studied enough for today," said Albus stretching tiredly.

I sighed and looked in my book bag, mentally checking off all the homework that I did today.

I barely did any of it.

"You go on up, I hardly did anything Al."

He yawned. "Alright, suit yourself." Rubbing his eyes, Albus climbed the staircase to the boy's dormitory. Wearily, I picked up my Transfiguration textbook. All of a sudden, I felt antsy—I felt like going for a long run, or flying on a broom.

I picked up my book bag and decided to take a walk through Hogwarts.

My mind was somewhere else as I walked aimlessly through the labyrinth of staircases and corridors and the next thing I knew, I found myself walking into the Astronomy tower. It was the perfect place to read while not getting caught after hours.

Moonlight seeped through a wide window, lighting the tower faintly. I settled down in a small nook, getting ready to read. I was halfway through my required reading when I heard footsteps.

I jumped up and grabbed my things, stuffing them haphazardly into my book bag.

But I was too late.

"Scorpius?"

I'd know that voice anywhere...

I slowly turned around, leaving my things on the ground while I faced the red haired beauty.

Rose had a textbook in hand so I guess she had the same idea as me. She was wearing her school uniform, except that her tie was hanging loosely around her neck, and the first two buttons of her shirt was undone—torturing my hormones cruelly.

"Hi...Rose," I replied, unsure whether to use her surname or not.

We stood there awkwardly staring at each other for who knows how long. Finally I broke the unnatural silence.

"Well...I'm just going to read..." I announced, easing back down into the shadowy corner. I pulled out my Transfiguration textbook while trying to ignore the soft footsteps of Rose approaching.

"What're you reading?" she questioned quietly, sitting down next to me. I was sensitively aware of our knees touching.

"Transfiguration textbook, I'm on the Animagus part," I whispered back. "You?"

She showed me her Charms cover. After that we lapsed into silence, as we both read silently—the only noise being the rustle of turning pages, and the hoots of owls outside.

Rose broke the comfortable silence.

"Scorpius?" she squeaked. I glanced up at her flawless face, and I had to control my slight gasp.

Her face was bathed in the soft iridescent moonlight, making her pale blue eyes glow entrancingly. I could almost count each of her freckles scattered across her button nose and pink cheeks.

I don't think I've ever wanted to kiss a girl more than I have at that moment.

"Hm?"

"Er—" she cleared her throat, "James told me about the potion."

I nodded for her to go on.

"So... you didn't mean any of those things right?" she asked off-handedly. But I wasn't fooled—I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Of course not. And I'm sorry, Rose. I never meant any of those things about you or...McLaggen," I replied softly. Steeling my nerves, I placed a gentle hand on her knee. Rose tensed slightly, but I felt her relax almost immediately.

She turned to me, and smiled softly, "You're forgiven."

I smiled back automatically, and I realized that she was so much prettier when she smiled—rather than sneered—at me. But mostly I was relieved that she forgave me—she usually saved that kind of kindness for her cousins and friends. Not for someone like me.

"And anyways...we're done. Max and I..." she continued nonchalantly. My head whipped back to hers and I tried not to smile to widely.

Unfortunately, the moment ended abruptly when I heard heavy footsteps.

"Quick, let's go!" Rose hissed, grabbing her textbook. I snatched my book bag and scrambled up hastily, pulling Rose with me.

I could hear the ragged breathing (even from the other side of the room) of Filch. Luckily he was a lot slower since he was very old now, and his ears weren't the best, but that didn't stop his cat from finding students.

It was too late, to go back down the stairs, so I grabbed Rose roughly, and pushed her into a shadowy corner.

I couldn't seem to pull my hands away from her curvy waist, as I pressed my chest into her—trying not to let a shadow of myself show.

Why was I always getting into these kinds of positions? And why was it that it was always with Rose Weasley?

"I know you're in here. Students shouldn't be out after curfew," wheezed Filch menacingly.

I silently prayed that we wouldn't get caught—who wanted to get detention right before holidays?

Glancing down at Rose, I wondered how she was doing. However, I immediately regretted it. The first two buttons of her shirt were undone—giving me a not-so-innocent view.

I scolded myself internally, while I tried to tear my gaze away from her chest. Merlin, my hormones could not handle Rose Weasley.

My hands started to travel upward slightly, and I wondered if I could get away with it, since Filch was still in the tower.

"Scorpius? I think Filch is gone," claimed Rose, trying to look over my shoulder.

"Oh, right," I croaked, retracting my hands from her body. Shoving my hands into my pockets—to keep myself from touching her—we both walked out of the Astronomy tower.

Our shoulders bumped into one another while we went down the spiraling staircase. Finally we stopped at the crossing point, where Rose had to walk up the stairs, and I had to go to the dungeons.

"Well, good night, Scorpius," whispered Rose, smiling shyly at me.

"Night, Rose," I murmured, grinning back.

I watched the back of her, as she climbed the shifting staircases, and I realized something very dangerous.

I was attracted to Rose Weasley.

Sighing, I tiptoed to my dormitory, knowing that this would end with Rose slapping me probably.

A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed that, and please review since they make me happy :D. More fluff and such to come! Here I'll give you a one-word hint for something that should be coming up soon: snowballs. ;)
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