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REVIEW: Hermione and Ron's children: Rose and Hugo | Bill and Fleur's: Louis, Victoire, and Dominique | George and Angelina's: Fred II and Roxanne | Harry and Ginny: Albus Severus, James Sirius, and Lily Luna | Luna Lovegood and Scamander's children: Lorcan and Lysander | Neville and Hannah's: Alice (non-canon) | Mark Goyle is obviously Goyle's son | Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass: Blake Zabini | Pansy Parkinson: Linda Higgs

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CHAPTER VII: Learning Awesomeness- Part 2

HERBOLOGY

A day had already passed since the 'revelation' of Scorpius Malfoy's ability to actually be attracted to someone that was not himself. And Rose found herself staring weirdly at him ever since.

'Who's the accursed young girl?' She mused while bluntly staring at him, adding the possibility of it not being a girl in the first place at the back of her head. They were in the rear side of the room (Rose since they were late, thanks to the twins again and Scorpius because he didn't really like Herbology) so no one really took notice of their silent whisperings.

"Stop being such a blasted ape—that you are—and listen to the professor."

"What makes you think I'll listen to you?" She said, an amused eyebrow seeming eternally raised. "…and monkeys are not apes."

"I know that." He said, eye twitching. "…and you admitted you're a monkey."

"I did no such thing." She retorted back with a shrug, and a pointed look that no doubt aimed to annoy him. "I merely said monkeys are not apes. But then her expression turned a curiously mocking one and he flinched immediately when he was subjected under it.

"Besides, I can't quite listen." She paused for effect, and he couldn't quite help but notice that glint on her eyes. "The fact that you actually like someone else is much more amazing than the introduction to Herbology."

Hearing the assumption—which he actually anticipated—Scorpius sighed in feign disappointment. (He actually rehearsed this the night before so there was no way he could fail). "For such a know-it-all, you believe what other people say quickly."

A pause.

"But the crystal ball didn't change color."

"But if you believe what you are saying, regardless whether or not it's true, then you are not lying." He replied confidently, making her bat her eyelids. He had a point.

Another pause occupied the space between them again. It was broken when she relaxed her back against her chair, and shrugged. She wasn't quite smiling in the conventional sense of the word. Her eyes, though, were.

"One point for you, then."

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Their Herbology class dismissed several minutes earlier, but most students decided to go immediately to their next class anyway. On their way there, however, Rose realized that she forgot a book she was reading in the dorms thanks to the annoying irresponsibility of dirty-blonde haired young twins.

It was also the reason why she was late, in fact, and she still remembered the events quite clearly.

The Ravenclaw common room was packed with students. Its beautiful arched windows, the domed ceiling painted with stars, the expansive midnight-blue carpet, and the walls where blue and bronze silks gracefully served as an uncommon background for students-in-action. Everyone was getting ready for school.

Well, not all of them. Rose was ready ages ago and was reading a book on her favorite couch right next to the window. The common room was placed on one of Hogwart's towers so the students—In this case, Rose– had an excellent view of the lake, the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch, Herbology gardens, as well as the surrounding mountains.

"Rose, you better wake them up now. We don't want what happened yesterday to happen again..." Heart told her as she anxiously approached Rose on the couch and re-read her copy of Magical Drafts and Potions. Behind her was a group of boys looking visibly irritated.

The boys didn't wake the twins up the day before since they had no idea how deeply they could sleep, so Rose was forced to wake them up 15 minutes before the bell rang. She was thankful there was no charm that prevented the girls from coming into the boy's dorms.

And now that their roommates did attempt to wake them up, all they got were black-eyes.

"Rooosssee…" One of the random Ravenclaw students pleaded for her to wake them up for the day—and maybe for the rest of their Hogwarts days. They did not want such a bother. They were Ravenclaws, and they were therefore very busy people.

"Fine." Rose mumbled in agreement and was about to put down her book but then decided against it. The common room has huge shelves filled with books and she did not want to risk losing hers. She took it with her to the boy's room since it should take several minutes more if she went to her room first and then back to the boy's.

She lazily climbed up their stairs and knocked on the door to make sure she didn't catch any other guy dressing up or worse (not that she knew what could be worse, but still). And when no such signal came, she gingerly turned the knob and walked in.

"Lorcan, Lysander." She called and immediately spotted two boys in a single bunk bed. Lorcan was on the upper bed since he was older (by two minutes). She smiled at the sight of them and decided to wake Lysander first.

"Lysander." She called as she shook him gently. He stirred for a bit and she heard a few creaks from the top bunk as well. One more stern call and the younger of the twins finally decided to open his eyes.

"Morning, Rooose~" He greeted lethargically with a huge grin. She smiled and greeted likewise. She stood up and went to wake the other up, but then realized that she had to put her book down somewhere first to climb up.

So she did just that. She placed it on Lysander's bed after he made it and she climbed a few steps up for Lorcan.

"Wake up, Lorcan. We're going to be late… again." She remembered saying as she knew he had stirred enough already.

"5 more minutes…" He pleaded and rolled around so his back faced her. Rose sighed at this and completely climbed up to properly shake the sleep out of him. But the moment she touched his shoulders he immediately turned around and hugged her stomach. Her eyes widened.

"—Lorcan!" came out a squeak. She knew he was just being overtly sweet, but this was just out-of-place. They were no longer 5-year olds, after all.

"Lorcan, let go, and get ready for school. We're going to be late." She ordered firmly with a slight frown, but it just made him hug her tighter.

"I miss you, Rose." He muttered as he buried his head on to her deeper. Rose blinked at the serious tone of his voice and she reflexively patted his blonde hair.

"But I was always here, Lorcan—Did you have a nightmare…?" She asked and his buried head nodded.

"What was it about?"

"That I was going to lose you…" He muttered and she felt herself chuckle.

"It's not funny Rose."

"It is. I would never leave you Lorcan…" She paused. "Well, I'm pretty sure we'd remain friends for a long time, like our parents."

"Promise?"

"Promise." She said nonchalantly.

But the uncharacteristic firmness in what Lorcan said bothered her to no end… causing her to forget her precious book.

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Returning back to the present she went back to the Ravenclaw tower and climbed the spiral staircase that led to their common room. She stopped her tracks in front of the eagle knocker. Sensing her presence, the sculpture like knocker creaked to a movement. Slowly, its movements became more graceful—more natural—and its metallic eyes ended up meeting hers.

"What came first? The phoenix or the fire?" It asked the riddle they had to answer. Rose stifled a squeal that always came whenever the small bird spoke. And of brain-twisters, too. It was adorable.

"A circle has no start." She answered almost immediately (because she almost squeaked), and the door opened just as quickly. But one of the trademark qualities of the door was that it was silent. Rowena Ravenclaw seemed to be quickly irritated when she was startled as she read. And would also render students avoid doing anything shameful as well.

Rose preferred this since she really wasn't a fan of noise, either. She didn't want to bother anyone in the common room if they were studying or anything. She walked carefully towards to the dome and she did find someone. Or maybe it was a 'something'…

It was a ghost. And one look told her that it was the Gray Lady. It was never known in public what her uncle Harry told her—that the house ghost was actually Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter.

For some reason, this scene reminded her of the sorting hat's words: Your sorting reminded me more of Harry Potter's sorting than his own son.

She shook away the thoughts and continued to stare.

The woman was beautiful, especially as she stood there staring blankly at the window. It was odd, she felt that she knew her by intuition… and she didn't realize she was gawking at the ghost until she was noticed.

The ghost's expression changed to that of curiosity but didn't say a word. Instead, she just went closer to her and stared at her face.

"You remind me of Hermione Granger." She stated getting Rose to blink. As far as she knew, only her Uncle Harry actually had the privilege to speak with her.

"My mother will be honoured that you know her." She just replied. It was true, anyway. Helena raised her hand and touched her face.

"Ah… But it's not… that…" The ghost whispered as she surveyed every contour of her face.

"Pardon?" Rose asked, confused at the mysterious ghost's actions. But then, Helena emitted a similarly befuddled expression and immediately disappeared afterwards.

She stood frozen for a while, having no idea what just happened.

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She ran to get her book as soon as she caught herself, and then opened the silent door– only to find a certain blonde just hanging around there inconspicuously. He also flinched at the sight of her… and the door opening without any sound.

"What th—"

"What are you doing here?"

"I-I was lost!"

"And why does it seem that you want me to think that way—" She gasped at a deduction. "Don't tell me you're planning on illegally entering our wonderful common room?"

Scorpius scoffed. "Our common room is way better."

She crossed her arms in response and she gave him a pointed look. "Then why are you here, then?"

"I told you I got lost."

"Liar." She spat dismissively, before gesturing to walk down. She was going to be late.

"Oi!"

"Don't you have a class?" She replied without turning back.

He frowned. He frowned because she was right.

"Tsk."

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A few minutes later

"Okay, so which way?" She asked trying to remain calm.

"I told you I got lost." Scorpius said in a tone of voice that irritated her.

"Why does it sound like you're blaming me?"

"Well, it is." He answered without thinking, slapping himself internally afterwards.

"How?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow. Scorpius winced at this and decided to actually use his brain.

"Are we going to go to class or not?" He spat and her eyes widened at the recollection. He smirked at his nice save. But his accomplished smile didn't last. For after taking a step or two, she turned around and added: "Don't you think you've escaped my questions."

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POTIONS LABORATORY

Scorpius and Rose finally reached the Potions section. Only a few more rooms to go and they would reach their classes. Sad to say though, they were already late.

"Don't you think you've escaped my questions."

Darn it. What was he supposed to reply? That he saw her separate from the group and decided to follow her? Just out of curiosity, duh.

He really could've gone unnoticed if he realized that he didn't know the way to their next class before she opened that blasted door. He meant, seriously, what the hell was with that silent door?

Creak

Was the sound of the door to their potions class, and it took him out of his trance. If only the Ravenclaw's do—

"You two are late." The professor stated as soon as he heard the noise. He didn't look much older than when he was still teaching the Golden trio but it was presumably because he already looked so old. He had much whiter hair but those chubby and hanging cheeks were still there. That warm smile unusual for Slytherins to make never seemed to disappear, either.

His father once told him about this guy. He was a good teacher but he was quite vain and only had eyes for gifted students.

So, by saying 'Get into his good side' was like telling Scorpius to impress this person in order to be officially a titled a 'Gifted' student. He looked at Rose with his peripheral view and saw that she knew the same thing.

It seemed like they have yet another thing to compete about.

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The competitive atmosphere between them was overwhelming, and it didn't go unnoticed by Slughorn. He looked around the class and assessed the situation quickly. He smirked at the fact that he was going to announce something interesting that'll surprise the two. He cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Our class will be held in pairs." He paused for drama. "You two will be paired up with each other since everybody else have theirs. Work hard together, since the other would be your partner for the rest of the term."

Their eyes – along with several other students – widened both in shock and despair, their heads reflexively turning each other and gave a look of mutual understanding.

How the bloody hell are they going to 'battle' now?

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END OF CHAPTER VII

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER VIII: Learning Awesomeness Part 3

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