Thank you guys so much if you read and reviewed this story. This chapter was one that a lot of you wanted to see, so I decided to write it (please don't abandon me now?) and I hope you like it. I tired to keep my Rose/Scorpius similar to earlier cdharacterisations of them, and I hope it turned out as a good scene.

A friend bails you out of jail,

A best friend sits next to you saying, "Man we screwed up. Let's do this again."

I paced back and forth in the dull cell, my hair whipping around my face as I turned sharply on my heels every three steps of so and stormed back across the cell.

The only seat was the short bench beside me, on which sat a slumped over Scorpius Malfoy, head between his knees in an effort not to throw up and to ease his throbbing headache.

"I'm going to kill you," I declared for possibly the hundredth time that night.

"Can we have this conversation when I'm not so confused please?" He muttered back, his words muffled but his tone evident - irritation.

"No, we cannot!" I snapped as I turned again and paced to the other row of bars. "Honestly, how can you be calm in a situation like this?"

"I'm not," He groaned impatiently, looking up at me finally. "And will you please stop pacing."

"Yes you are," I ignored the latter half of his words and pointedly spun again, retracing my line to the other side of the prison cell. "You're sitting there perfectly calm in your expensive jeans and pristine shirt whilst I probably look like any old riffraff off the street with my make-up all over the place."

He sighed, leaning his head back against the stone wall, "I'm not calm, Rose. I'm drunk."

The he grinned at me.

"And proud," I scoffed.

Despite my tone, he nodded boastfully. "Well, maybe just a little tipsy."

I stopped finally, turning to glare at me. The cell they had placed us in was small - I think they'd done it on purpose to annoy me even more - small enough that there was only space for the bench in one half and my pacing spot in the second half. Scorpius was directly in front of me, smirking at my bossy 'hands-on-my-hips' posture and stern expression.

"I'm going to kill you," I repeated simply.

The bastard grinned again, probably just because he liked to tease me. "Look, Rose, we didn't use any magic and your cousins are obviously going to bail us out. None of the adults need to know we got arrested. Besides, it's a freak occurrence - unless you harbour a secret rebel self?"

As he spoke he shuffled on the bench ninety degrees, leaning on the bench so that he could rest his back and relax his legs across the whole stretch of wood. He placed his hands behind his head, grinning much too cheerfully at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"By all means," I said sarcastically. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Well, I, for one, think a short stint in jail is good for the soul. Besides, we had fun, right?"

I hesitated. Okay, so it had been fun… up until the arresting started.

I sat down on the bench, squashing his legs and forcing him to unwillingly sit up as I sat facing him.

"Why did you have to punch that guy?" I reprimanded him half-heartedly.

His titled his head at me in a pointed 'oh please' expression. "We all knew he was asking for it. I gave him fair warning."

"You said 'Oi, mate, piss off'…"

He stared at me with an expressionless face, then exclaimed, "Exactly!"

I shook my head, a slight smile working it's way onto my face, "Scorpius! That doesn't count as 'fair warning'."

"Harassing you, trying to touch you up, then calling you a slut for ignoring him is not the way a gentleman should talk to a lady," He insisted. "Therefore, he deserved it."

I glared at him. "He did deserve it… but I didn't want you to get in trouble because of me, Scor."

He smiled affectionately at me, "I'll always get in trouble for you, Rose."

I tried not to blush, but it didn't work. I titled my head to cover the redness with my bright hair. We were both silent for a moment, then I sighed.

"If only we hadn't got that warning earlier on by the same policeman…" We both chuckled at that. "Why did we decide Titanic on the park bench was a good idea?"

"That may have had something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol we had consumed…"

"Or your declaration that you would make the perfect Leonardo DiCaprio."

"Hey!" He protested, grinning, as I brought my knees up to hug them to my chest. "You insisted you were the perfect Rose first!"

"Well, it is already my name!" I exclaimed.

He laughed. "I suppose you do have the hair…"

"Exactly!"

"Exactly," he nodded. "Re-enacting Titanic was a great idea."

"Roping in passers by to be icebergs and shouting at the top of our lungs in a residential area at one in the morning probably was not…"

We laughed again at the memory.

Don't get me wrong - I didn't usually do this kind of thing… but it was Scorpius' birthday on Wednesday and I was feeling a little stressed out. Plus, I was powerless to anything he wanted.

When our laughter subsided, the last remnants echoing off the walls, Scorpius suddenly stated, "Man, we screwed up. Let's do it again."

I slapped him on the knee, because it was directly next to mine and easy to reach. "You screwed up. I did nothing wrong."

"Oh, contrariwise, Rosie, you were the one who provoked the policeman in the first place."

"I did not!" I must have looked aghast, because he cracked up immediately upon seeing my expression.

"You were following his footsteps exactly and repeating everything he said in a French accent for five minutes non-stop."

"I…" My excuses died as I recalled the memory. Well, at the time it had seemed like a good idea.

"Stop that," Scorpius suddenly drawled in a bad French accent, attempting to imitate my voice too. "Ee'll hav zoo arrested!"

I couldn't help but laugh at my stupidity, even though I could think of nothing worse than being in jail.

At least I was with my best friend.

Scorpius always seemed to be able to cheer me up and make me laugh, no matter the situation.

Suddenly a young police officer, probably no older than thirty, came and collected us for our standard one phone call.

As he escorted us down the corridor, I said, "I've never really thought about who I'd call with my one phone call until now. I never imagined I'd be in this situation…"

"Me neither," Scorpius agreed. I gave him a quizzical, disbelieving look - if anybody I knew would wind up having to be bailed out of jail, it was Scorpius, because he was a 'act now, ask questions later' kind of guy.

He caught my expression then amended, "Oh, not me, come on, I'm a natural rebel… I meant you."

I nodded. "That makes sense. So, who d'you think you'll call?"

"That's easy. I've had my person picked out since forever."

"Who is it?" I asked, genuinely curious. Al? No, he'd tease him or refuse to come. His cousin, Clive? No, he was in Florida…

"My mum," Scorpius smirked. "Obviously."

I laughed, "You're going to call your mum? I can just have Lily bail us both out, you know."

"And miss a chance to see her go mental and call me a loser who will never get anywhere in life? Never. It's too fun to watch her blow her top. Plus, I think she's always expected me to get into some sort of legal trouble sooner or later, so better it was something minor like this and not murder or something."

I shook my head as I chuckled, disbelieving. As we stopped by the phone and it was handed to me, I said, "You're one strange, masochistic boy."

"I prefer the term 'strange, masochistic man', if you please," He joked.

Then Lily answered the phone with an unbelievably cheerful, "Hello, Lily speaking."

"It's me. I… need you to come get me."

"Sure thing, cousin. Where abouts are you? At your parents? Cause I was just about to head to Mark's so I could pick you up on my w-"

"No, Lils. I'm… I'm in jail."

The phone was silent. Scorpius gave me an mused look, then mouth "You're dead."

"Lily?"

"Jail? Rose Weasley in jail? You've got to be kidding me! No. No way is she… the only way you could be… was if-Oh my gosh, let me speak to Scorpius!"

"Lily," I sighed, but a smile played at my lips as I mouthed Scorpius' works back at him. He looked ten percent confused, ninety percent terrified - Lily was scary. "I don't have long before my time's up. We're at that small two-celled excuse for a jail on the side road by Club 66. Please can you come and get me? I don't-"

The line went dead. I hung up irritably at the stupid timed phone call they allowed us.

"Is she coming?" Scorpius asked as he pushed himself away from the wall and dialled a numbed into the phone.

"I sincerely hope so," I leaned on the other side of the phone box. "If not, how does you mum fell about dual bail?"

"She'll probably be up for it. She already thinks we're secretly dating," Scorpius smirked. My eyes widened in surprise. She did? Why? How? When?

Then Scorpius' eyes twinkled as someone evidently picked up the phone on the other end.

"Hey, mum…" He spoke enthusiastically into the phone. "Guess where I am?"

We'd been led back to our cell and left to our own devices. We played 'Would you rather' a few times, simply determining that Scorpius would rather be a fish than a frog and that I would choose a zombie apocalypse over vampire invasion, then got bored.

After an hour of waiting, the buzz from the alcohol began to wear off and tiredness took its place. We ended up sleeping tucked side by side on the narrow wooden bench, Scorpius' arm draped over my shoulder to keep me pressed against his body and so from falling onto the cold floor.

Just as I began to drift into a strange half-dream-like state, a sharp rattling on the metal cell bars jolted us awake.

I promptly fell flat on my face on the floor as Scorpius bolted upright, rubbing his eyes.

"Guess who?" Lily sang happily.

I climbed to me feet with the help of Scorpius' proffered hand. We both turned to glare at Lily.

"Girl with money, I hope," I grumbled.

"Tut tut," She teased cheerfully. "If you're going to be like that I guess I'll just go home. I'm sure everyone will be wanted to know where you are in the morning. Besides, you looked awfully cosy just now…"

I blushed violently as Scorpius responded in an equally teasing tone, "Actually, it was."

Part of me wanted to question that, the other part figured he was winding Lily up, as he usually did. A third, more dominant part, realised Lily was here for a reason, and I was desperate to get that reason fulfilled and get home to my nice warm bed.

"Please, Lily," I begged, stepping forward and gripping on to the bars.

She paused, her face neutral, then motioned for the officer to open the doors. "Relax," she smirked. "I already paid for your bail… and lover boy's too."

I glared again as we both exited the cell. We walked to the parking lot in silence, then the lights of a sleek Aston Martin rounded the corner and the tyres screeched towards us, halting a few yards away.

"You are in big trouble, Mister! The furious voice shouted as Astoria wound down the window. "Get in. Now."

Scorpius grinned at me. "Later, cell buddy."

"You're masochistic," I teased back judgementally at his grin as he climbed into the car.

It drove away as Lily turned to me. "So… are you going to tell me what happened, or should I blackmail you first?"

I rolled my eyes as I got into the passenger seat, "It's a looooong story, Lily."

But I grinned at the memory anyway.

Scorpius may attract trouble, but he made life interesting.

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