hp isn't mine! :) thanks so much to anyone who is reading this. I even got a review that said, "Wow." Not sure if it was an insult or not, though… Anyway, this one is less of a 3rd person limited POV of Scorpius but more omniscient, though not totally. Not my best writing but... I wanted to hurry the story along.

"He's coming to! Alright, Miss Weasley, see that revitalizing drought? could you give him two?" Scorpius opened stickily eyelids. He was starting to be able to make out a blurry image of what looked like the school nurse, Romilda Vane, standing over him and talking loudly.

"Sure thing, Madame," Rose Weasley responded, picking up a bottle. She carefully poured in two tablespoons while Madame Vane had her back turned, looking for something else.

"Hey, Malfoy. Open wide!" He was now fully aware, but that didn't prepare him any for when Rose Weasley propped him upright, grabbed his mouth and forced it open, and dumped a sickly sweet smelling pink liquid into his mouth.

"Harghaarh!" he choked, causing Madame Vane to turn around. "Oh my!"

Rose smiled at her. "I gave him two tablespoons, just like you asked!"

Madame Vane gaped at her. "You… I meant two milliliters! That stuff is insanely strong!"

Rose gulped. "Uh…"

TJ, who had been standing a little further back, snorted. He looked grumpy as ever, slouching in the corner of the curtained off section containing the bed Scorpius was currently lying on.

Scorpius was in shock as he took in the scene. He had spent years avoiding the hospital wing to avoid an awkward encounter with the nurse (this made getting sick miserable for him, for he attempted to remain inconspicuous by going to class as usual). Why was he in the infirmary? Why were Rose Weasley and TJ Lee watching him?

Also, he was starting to feel weird. Rose was currently profusely apologizing and Madame Vane was looking at them all, exasperated.

"No need to get all worked up, Rose. It won't hurt him— he'll just be extremely excited for a few days," she sighed. "Now I'm going to go brew some more potions. You all behave."

Madame Vane dramatically whisked out of the room, the curtains flapping behind her.

There was an awkward silence.

"Hey, I didn't do this to you," TJ was the first to speak, "But I do have something to… talk to you about." Scorpius swallowed air. "Uh…"

"I didn't either!" Rose chimed in, smiling at him. "Anyway, how are you feeling? You just fainted, but I don't think it was anything serious. You missed Spanish, though."

Scorpius was unsure of what to say, but for some reason, he felt like saying something… almost like there was energy bubbling up inside of him, looking for an escape.

"By the way, I'm kind of surprised. You've got a pretty normal face, so I don't know why you keep your hair so long," Rose stared at him, tilting her head with a contemplative expression on her face.

"Huh?" Scorpius' hands flew up to his face.

"Holy shit!" That was the first time he had ever sworn in his life. What? But before he could think anymore, his brain went into overdrive.

"Ack! Uh, what-hey-stop-my-oh my god-ah! Worst day ever! Ahh!" he reached up and felt the thing that was holding back his hair. He yanked it off and was aghast.

"This headband is pink with unicorns on it!" he wailed. "You didn't take any pictures, right?"

Rose stared at him, dumbfounded. "Malfoy? You alright? You… don't seem to be yourself right now…"

"Its that overdose you gave him," TJ rolled his eyes at her.

"Someone call the doctor!" cried Rose, "He's being weird!"

Scorpius had gotten up and was currently banging his head against the wall.

"It's only just a dream. It's only justa dream! JUST A DREAM!" He screeched, his voice hoarse. He hadn't used it this much in years.

"Why do these pajamas have Wall-E on them?! Why am I in pajamas?!" His voice was practically gone but the others could tell he was trying to shout. Rose and TJ exchanged glances.

"Uh… I thought it would look a right bit funny?" She grinned sheepishly and flicked her wand. His clothes changed back into a uniform.

Scorpius stopped banging his head against the wall. "This… This isn't my uniform?" He started patting himself down like airport security. The uniform he was wearing was completely normal. It fit like it was tailored and was brand new. It was also much less concealing and a new kind of weird.

"It… fits? There aren't any… holes?"

"Yeah, you look much better! Now, all you need is a haircu—" Scorpius whipped around to face them and cut her off with a loud, "NO! NOT THE HAIR!"

"Oh, sorry! Nevermind!" she said hastily, glancing back at TJ.

"You!" he pointed a finger each at both TJ and Rose. "You two— what are you doing? I'm not falling for it! I don't even get it!" Scorpius was borderline hysterical and his voice was raspy— he supposed it was painful but he wasn't thinking clearly so he couldn't really tell.

"Hey, punk. Don't point fingers at me," TJ growled.

"I'll do what I want!" retorted Scorpius, who was now pirouetting around in circles. However, he quickly crashed into the curtains of the confined area and fell to the floor, flailing around like a fish out of water.

"I think that potion really screwed him up…" Rose trailed off.

"And it was your fault, Weasley. Now leave, I need to talk to Ballet Boy for a second," he motioned for her to leave while Scorpius continued to attempt to yell with his normally unused vocal chords and roll all over the floor. Rose quickly began to argue with him. Scorpius kept having his tantrum.

"All you jerks! I don't have Voldemort tattooed on my face! I hate you! Stop shunning me! What did I even do?!" tears were streaming down Scorpius' cheeks as he continued to roll on the floor, clutching a teddy bear (there for stressed or scared young patients— namely first years—) labeled, "Hug me!", to his chest.

"Stop crying!" commanded TJ, looking extra peeved. "Rose, get me a calming drought, will you?"

But she had turned to Scorpius. "What are you whining about?!" she ranted, her sense of righteousness coming out. "Are you crazy!? Nobody shuns you— you shut yourself off from everyone! Even when people tried to be friends with you in first year, YOU were the one who kept running away from everyone! Your life is your own bloody fault!"

"Sh-Sh-Shut up!" He yelled back. "You don't know anything!"

"Both of you!" TJ yanked open the calming draught and moved towards them. "Stop being so stupid or I'm going to—!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Rose brandished her wand, her face flushed with indignancy. Red sparks flew out of the tip and a few landed in the potion. There was a pause…

"KA-BOOM!"

"Oh my word!" Madame Vane hurried into the room and flung open the curtains (dramatically). All three students were slightly smoking— They were sooty and shocked. TJ's hair was sticking straight up, Rose's beautifully pressed blouse was stained, and the bottom part of Scorpius' hair was singed so that it only covered up to his upper lip.

"My… My calming draught! That takes forever to brew, you bloody fools!" cursed Madame Vane, aghast at the scene.

"Detention for all three of you! For a week!" she ordered. "Now get out of the hospital wing!"

The trio stumbled out, slightly dazed. Then, TJ and Rose each grabbed one of Scorpius' hands and tugged.

"Hey, Malfoy. We need to talk," TJ glowered at Scorpius menacingly, but for some odd reason, he felt no fear.

"Hey, I want some answers, too. What was with that outburst?" asked Rose, slightly calmer now.

"Detention… I wanted to stay out of trouble… I…!" Scorpius wrenched himself free and took off. However, Rose Weasley was faster.

"Accio Northwind!" a sleek broom came racing through the corridors and flew into her outstretched hand. She mounted the broom, shot forward, grabbed Scorpius and plopped him on her broom, then raced away while cackling, "Hold on tight!"

"Stop! Stop right there, you bloody hag!" TJ yelled, more panicked than Scorpius had ever heard him. "I need to talk to him!"

This was way too much for Scorpius. On an ordinary day, he might have fainted. However, he was just too awake and too fired up to do that, so he just settled for screaming, "WHAT IS HAPPENING TODAY!?"

When they finally landed, Scorpius stumbled off the broom and looked around dazedly. "The courtyard…?"

Rose Weasley smiled at him. "Hey, Scorpius. Let's be friends! You owe me some explanations, but you don't have to tell me everything right now! Here, take this!" She shoved a leather bound notebook into his messenger bag.

"Also, I fixed your rucksack. Anyway, I'll see you! Use that journal!" She sprinted off to a group of friends who were all waving her over excitedly.

"Friends?… Hey! I don't owe you any explanation! What do you mean?!" he tried to tell her, but no sound came out.

All of a sudden, he felt way too exhausted. He ran (today was the first time he had ever run through a corridor, now that he thought about it) all the way to the Hufflepuff common room, wheezed out the password, which was 'Ernie and Bert' (Seriously, who came up with these?) and briskly speed walked up to his dormitory. He yanked open the medical cabinet, guzzled down a serving of calming drought, and then yanked off his messenger bag and collapsed on his bed. The day had been way too much for him. He had said so much and three people had seen his face and he had let out information and feelings that he had refused to acknowledge internally to strangers!

Scorpius looked at the bottom of his bag— it was fixed perfectly, nothing like the shabby spell work he had used to put it together earlier. Then, he reached in and looked at the notebook. It was plain leather and looked normal, but when he opened it, he nearly had a heart attack. Words were appearing on the page!

Hey Scorpius. It's Rose. We can write each other through this! Cool charm, huh?

Scorpius felt like fainting again. He couldn't think at all, which was good because then he probably would have had a mental breakdown.

Friends... It was odd. He'd never had a friend his age before. Could they really be friends?

Probably not, he thought bitterly before falling asleep.