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As soon as they reached the hospital wing, Rose dropped Scorpius's hand, seemingly surprised that she had held it for that long.

Scorpius desperately quashed the feeling of loss that began to overwhelm him when she let go, this clearly was not the time to be having these feelings.

He could not like Rose, it wasn't possible! She was completely different to the usual girls he went for, which were usually what Rose charmingly called WBD (Willing But Dim) and were also all a part of the group Rose had also titled: The SS. This was Scorpius's "fan club" as such, and stood for "Scorpius's Sluts". Scorp couldn't say he really appreciated the name, but as with most of Rose's sayings, it had stuck, besides, he couldn't really say he truly disliked having these girls following him around anyway, what sixteen year old boy wouldn't? But he did have agree that the 20 giggling girls, swooning over his "perfect blond hair" or "amazing quidditch body" began to get tiresome.

Madam Patton had fixed him up in about 2 minutes with a bit of burn paste and sent him on his way. He studiously ignored Rose the rest of the day, no mean feat as the shared all their lessons and a best friend in the shape of Albus. He knew she knew something was wrong and became increasingly agitated throughout the day. If that was how she felt, it was nothing compared with Scorpius, whose mind was going a mile a minute all effing day.

He just couldn't stop staring at her!

If it wasn't her hair or smile it was the way her face lit up when she laughed.

Or the flash of brilliance in her eyes.

Or her increasingly irate but hilariously witty remarks.

It was infuriating!

He mulled over his feelings as he went to his dorm after dinner that day and decided that the worst thing was that he couldn't like her. This was Rose! Even a good snog with his favourite member of The SS, Amanda, couldn't relieve his tension, or the visual of Rose's face in his mind. He pulled a face and threw himself back onto his bed with a groan.

"What's that arsey face for?" Albus Potter asked, barging into the dormitory and chucking his bag next to his own bed before loosening his tie, sitting on the bed and raising an eyebrow in Scorp's direction.

"Nothing." Scorpius lied, smoothing his face of any emotion.

Albus snorted. "That might have worked in first year Scorp, but not for the last 5." He said, rolling his eyes.

Damn. Albus, apart from being exceptionally perceptive, (not that he'd ever tell him that) had known him for over 5 years, shared a dormitory with him and spent most of his classes with him.

He sighed. Albus could read him like a bloody book.

Al smirked, obviously understanding what just ran through Scorp's head.

'I -"

"Wait! Don't tell me! Let me guess." Albus crowed, swiftly interrupting Scorpius before furrowing his eyebrows in thought.

"Go ahead." Scorpius sighed sullenly. "You can probably make more sense of it than I can anyway."

"Well I know that look anywhere for a start." Albus announced with a very Slytherin smirk. "That's your "I like a girl but I'm gonna get all angsty about it cause she might not like me back yet" look."

"I do not have an angsty look!" Scorpius disputed hotly. "Angst is for girls." He whined.

"Well you better buy yourself a skirt then Scorp, cause that's the way you're going." Albus smiled mockingly at him.

"Shut up." Scorp snapped.

"Okay, fine. I shall continue with my analysis." Al said confidently. "I know who you like."

Scorpius tensed in alarm before relaxing. There was no chance in hell that Al knew who he was thinking about. It wasn't as if he even liked Rose anyway, was it?

"I bet you don't." Scorpius said tiredly. "You never guess right."

"Well it's lucky for you that this time I sought a second opinion, and they happen to agree with me wholeheartedly." Albus said smugly.

"And who might that be?" Scorp asked warily.

"Roxy and Dominique!" Al announced with glee.

Well shit.

Those girls were insanely good at matchmaking, figuring out secret crushes and were just generally the Hogwarts Love Gurus, being both in seventh year and having a whole stack of rejected boyfriends respectively.

Scorpius sighed in defeat as Albus smirked widely at him from across the room.
"Hit me with it then." Scorp said wearily.

"You like Roooseee!" Al sang joyfully.

"What? No I don't!" Scorp said hastily. "She's annoying and intelligent and she's got this stupid sweet laugh and irritating ice blue eyes and ridiculous bushy shiny red hair that she just swishes around constantly and she always corrects me and..."

Al's smirk grew wider.

Shit. He, Scorpius Malfoy, liked one Rose Weasley. Fan-effing-tastic.