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"Chapter Two… The Pool of Tears. Uh-huh. This looks interesting."

Rose had just finished her essay on the importance of Nifflers in the magical creatures' ecosystem. She thought that finishing it on the day it was given would be something remarkable, since it was due two weeks after. She found this harder than expected and promised herself that once she finished, she'll smoke a cigarette at the Astronomy Tower.

It's been two months since the school year started and two prefect meetings had already been done. The second one, counting the first meeting as the one they had on the train, focused on how they would be able to encourage the students into reading novels, may they be written by a muggle or wizard (or witch, Georgina added). Since that first night at the Astronomy Tower, Rose hadn't spent much time with Albus. He'd been pretty much occupied with Yvonne Cunning, his co-Gryffindor prefect. It appeared that Albus grew fond of Yvonne and after a week of patrolling, they were snogging each other senseless, much to Rose' disappointment.

That night, she thought about reading something. Her mother owled her an old copy of 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass' by a man named Lewis Carroll. She was told by her mother that it was one of the first novels she finished as a child. Not leaving her sit in the library, she Accio'd the book from her bag which was a few steps away. It was a Friday night and the library was empty, so she decided to Accio a stick of her light cigar, as well. She put the stick between her lips while opening the book to where she last read. She was starting the night's read in Chapter Two.

"Lacarnum Inflamare."

She heard a husky male voice cast the Blueball flame and got ready to get him in detention. She gasped to see Scorpius Malfoy holding the little flame in his hand. He swiftly walked towards her and placed the flame right in front of her face, to light her cigarette. Dumbfounded, she stayed still and waited for what he would do next. In a few seconds of impatience, he took the stick from her mouth slowly, with a sleazy look in his eyes, and put it between his lips to light it himself.

"So, you smoke. I didn't know that." Rose tried her best to look like she didn't care. She believed that she didn't, but she wanted to assure him that she didn't. She opened her book again and began reading where she left. She felt it hard to concentrate, now that there was a pale blonde boy right in front of her, undressing her with his eyes.

"And you don't?" he said sarcastically. He sat on the table in front of her and blew off white smoke from his mouth. He took the cigar and offered it back to her.

Rose didn't know what to do. She felt that Scorpius could read right through her, she felt exposed. Nobody knew she smoked expect Albus. Albus. Why is Malfoy here? Did Al send him here? Knowing her cousin, she concluded that he must have sent Scorpius to find her since she wasn't present for dinner. She took a deep breath and looked back at Scorpius, who motioned her to take her cigarette. She licked her lips and sighed. A million things came through her head, the secret, her secret, and possibly a new secret coming up.

"Look, if you're not going to take it, I could—"

"Take it and leave." She snapped, standing up to put and her book back in the bag.

"Looks like you made the wrong decision smoking here, huh? It would have been better if you just did it in the Astronomy Tower like you always do." Rose's eyes widened and instinctively took her wand and pointed it harmfully on his neck. "I knew you were always this feisty. Not in public though, you always looked like you were an emo kid."

"First of all, you don't even know what an emo kid is. Second, how come you know about the Astronomy Tower? Are you spying on me? Did Al tell you that?"

"So, Al knows? Well, of course he does. He's your best mate, isn't he?" He walked around her, not caring about the wand still touching his neck. He took his time to look at her and thought how her blue shirt makes her hair color stand out. He let out soft chuckles and continued, "Tell me something, Rosie—"

"Don't call me that." She tightened her grip on her wand, her brain scanning through the hexes her father taught her over the summer.

"I'll call you whatever I want, babydoll." His voice was shady; she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand. Scorpius could see how her chest rapidly went up and down again. He let a smirk form on his thin lips. He took the cigarette in his hand and puffed.

"This is light, right?"

"I take it that you could tell the difference on your own."

Suddenly, he placed himself at her back, placing one hand on her right that held her wand, and the one around her stomach. He pulled her hand close to his hand around her and took her wand. He placed the said wand in her bag, not letting go of her. All this time, Rose felt calm. She even took the cigar off him and puffed once before throwing it out the window. She didn't feel threatened, but instead felt warm. After he put the wand inside the bag, Scorpius found himself admiring her vanilla scented Ginger hair, not letting go of her body against his.

Unconsciously, he put his two hands together around her abdomen, moaning to the sensation that he felt embracing the girl he originally wanted to intimidate. He closed his eyes, feeling Rose' hands caress his in the embrace. She put her head on the other side, making room for Scorpius to rest his chin on her shoulder. He felt her warm hands stroking his hair, making him groan in pleasure. The smell of nicotine still lingered in the air, just the way the two of them liked it.

The embrace went on for a few minutes until Rose felt Scorpius kiss for neck softly. He continued to leave a trail of kisses on her neck while pulling her chin so she could face him. She opened her eyes like she just woke up from a dream, only to find out it was a nightmare. She broke away from the embrace, her shoulder hitting Scorpius' chin hard enough to make his upper lip bleed.

"What are you doing? What the fuck are we doing?" She put a hand on her forehead in disbelief. She let her guard down. She almost shared a snogging session with Scorpius Malfoy. She wanted to storm off the moment she got out of their entanglement, but something about Scorpius' face stopped her and waited for what he was about to say.

Scorpius licked the blood from his upper lip. He figured it wasn't as painful as the feeling of her body heat pulling away from him. What I am thinking? This is ridiculous. He straightened himself and looked back at Rose. She looked like she was waiting for an explanation, something he couldn't provide at the moment.

"Well, why are you here in the first place, Malfoy?"

Rose couldn't take his stare any longer. He looked at her so innocently, looking lost. She never felt so confused. What does he want from me? She thought, touching the spot where he first kissed her. She didn't let go, her body trying to convince her that she might need the snog. But conjuring enough strength, she took her bag and stood close in front of him.

"Don't you play mind games with me, Malfoy. You might regret it."

She walked away from him silently. All he could do was look at her back in confusion.

'…Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves…'

Rose kept reading her book 'til the next morning, fighting the urge of thinking about Scorpius Malfoy. She ended up reading rather than sleeping because she couldn't stop touching her neck. It felt so good, she wanted more. She kept on arguing with herself silently on how it would never be. A Weasley liking a Malfoy? It would be more likely for hell to freeze, she kept telling herself. She started to read again from the beginning, finding the story rather amusing. However, she stopped momentarily at the fascination that embraced her by a moral the Duchess mentioned to Alice at Chapter IX.

"Rose? Why are you still awake? Why time is it?" Molly Mulligan, one of her roommates, came in their room with a cup of cocoa in her hands.

"I'm not sure…" Rose stopped reading for a minute to look for her watch, which she realized was currently misplaced. "Why aren't you in bed?" She inquired abruptly, raising her eyebrow slightly.

Molly, as Rose believed, had a thing for Scorpius since they were in third year. She was one of the 25% of the female population at Hogwarts that had a secret thing for Scorpius. Rose had to admit; he was very good looking and appealing. He had an athletic built which he developed over the years as the Slytherin Quidditch Team's Keeper. His facial features were sharp and pointed much like his father's, but his eyes were warm and charismatic, which probably was from his mother. Rose never knew his mother, unlike how she knew his father with how her dad would always said stuff about Death Eaters and the Wizarding War.

"I just went for a stroll outside, getting some fresh air. I figured it's a Friday night, so I don't have to sleep early. You don't mind, right, Ms. Prefect?" Molly winked at Rose, who just stared back at her as her mind drifted towards her mom and Uncle Harry's conversation. "Hey, are you okay, Rose?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry, Mol." She closed her book and placed it on her bedside drawer. She sat up to face her friend, who looked at the time while still sipping her cup of cocoa, and licked her lips anxiously.

"So… Uhm. Have you talked to Malfoy lately?" she said as casual as she could.

"No. Of course not. I couldn't. You know that." Molly let out a few silent giggles. "Why do you ask?"

She took a moment to think about a good reason, but figured there was none better than, "No reason."

Molly smiled brightly, probably at the sound of Scorpius' name said out loud by someone other than herself. As she bid her classmate good night (by that, she joked good morn-night), Rose lay back down on her bed, thinking again of Scorpius.

Rose knew about the hardships Scorpius had to go through to be accepted in any social circle during their first year. Though, he didn't pretend to be nice to anyone. He just stayed the way he was, waiting for someone to approach him. There were months where the Slytherins would leave a space from him during dinner because they didn't want to be near him. But later on, he found people who found him interesting and later, the school saw him smile for the first time. He smiled rarely, however when a girl laid eyes on it, they would instantly fall head over heels over him.

"Say, Mol. Can you tell me where you got the co—" She stopped at the sound of Molly's gentle snore. She sighed and thought about her lost watch.

Scorpius paced back and forth in front of the fireplace of the Slytherin Common Room, putting his fingers across his lips. It had been two hours since their collision in the library and yet, he couldn't get over it. Her scent still lingered in his clothes; he wanted to put her in his arms again. He couldn't deny himself the pain of wanting the enemy any longer. He let out a deep breath and clutched Rose' watch that she left in the library.

Scorpius remembered the first day Rose Weasley approached him and asked for his name. As a youngster, he wasn't very sociable and didn't want to be friends with anyone yet. But on the train ride, even if he wanted to introduce himself to Rose, he felt forced to stay away from her, seeing James Potter and the rest of their group glaring at him. He sneered in annoyance. He hadn't done anything yet, but he was already prejudiced to be as horrible as his father. He didn't mean to leave Rose at her question, he found her cute and sweet. All is done, he later thought, and just had to live with it.

After learning about the letter Rose' mother gave to his father that summer before his third year, Scorpius' urge of being friends with her soon disappeared. This resulted to their civil yet very limited interactions. They wouldn't be around each other, meaning being in the same classroom and being seated beside one another, for more than five hours a week and they treated each other as the other didn't exist outside the classroom. It was clear to him though that he needed to change their previous arrangement.

"What is that awful smell?" Georgina said sharply, with her arms crossed to her chest. "And why are you still in your uniform?"

"Since when did you care about that, Popplewell?" Scorpius immediately headed towards the stairs going to the boys' dormitories. Georgina did not stop talking and turned around to continue her unwanted lecture, eager to make her co-prefect listen.

"You do know that smoking isn't allowed in Hogwarts, right? And as the Slytherin Prefect, you should be an example to the rest of the student body. I have been patrolling the halls for weeks without your presence, the least you could do is be a good boy and not do anything against the rules. You listen to me, Malfoy, when I'm talking to you!"

Scorpius sneered in irritation. He was already on the first step of the stairs, when he suddenly walked back towards Georgina, ready to give her a piece of his mind. He stopped just a few steps away from her. Clutching his fist, which reminded him of the watch that he still held, he looked her in the eye and saw no fear of being hit or hexed by him.

"I think you've been sorted wrong. You should've been in Gryffindor. I can't believe a half-blood like you would be put in such a prestigious house like Slytherin. You even have your muggleborn father's name, Salazar Slytherin would never have agreed to it."

He smirked at this and threw the watch at her. She caught it without breaking eye contact. Not even seeing the watch's features, she knew exactly who owned it.

"Possessing Rose Weasley's watch? Well, that explains everything. You must have been dying to snog her ever since that meeting on the train. That's pathetic, a Malfoy wanting a Weasley... I take it you want me to give this back, saving you the trouble of embarrassing yourself in front of her?" She smirked, "I may be a daughter of a muggleborn, Scorpius, but I didn't get sorted to Slytherin for nothing."

She threw the watch in the air a few times, smiling at her retort. Scorpius stood there in astonishment, but kept his face straight and blank. She walked to his side and gave his cheek a little slap with the back of her hand. She looked him in the eyes once again, enjoying her triumph.

"Well played, Georgie." He smiled slightly.

"I guess I could always do something to keep that Ravenclaw Prefect away from her so you could accompany her patrolling the halls. But I'm going to need a piece of her first. Don't worry, Scorpius, I won't touch her." She winked at him devilishly and continued to walk away. "If you want to make sure, you can look for us at the grounds tomorrow, around 3 to 5 o'clock pm."

Scorpius was enraged, but remained calm. He let out a sigh and walked up the stairs, mentally looking for his dreamless sleeping potion.

It was lunch at the Great Hall, around 12 o'clock in the afternoon. Scorpius was playing with his food in peace, silently looking for Albus at the Gryffindor table. They were planning to spend the afternoon playing Quidditch with a few other classmates. Though, he knew that he's mainly distracting himself from his Rose, who conveniently was in his view right across the room, eating her salad with her housemates. She smiled every now and then, but looked pensive when she wasn't talked to.

Albus stood at Scorpius' back and shook him hard, startling the blonde in the process. They laughed in unison.

"C'mon Scorp! Hurry up eating. I thought you wanted to play some Quidditch?" Albus sniggered, playfully punching Scorpius' arm.

"I do. Just hang on a minute. Sit down for a moment, let me finish eating."

Albus looked on both sides and saw no one complaining. He smiled at the Slytherins present and sat next to Scorpius, who wasn't in a hurry to eat. Scorpius wanted to talk to Albus about his cousin and their collision, but he didn't know how to start. He needed someone to talk to, and Albus was the only one who could trust, regardless of him being Rose' protective cousin. Nevertheless, he felt that it doesn't matter, as long as the talk happens. Taking a bite of bacon from his plate, Scorpius mentally prepared himself into not sounding stupid.

"Hey, Al? How's Rose been lately?" he started, "You guys alright?"

"I guess. I mean, I haven't talked to her for a while now. But I think she's ok." Albus said blankly, staring at Scorpius' plate.

"She seems pretty down lately. Don't you think?"

"I don't know, man. Why? Did something happen to her?" Albus almost stood up, looking for Rose.

"No, man. Nothing happened." Scorpius suddenly had a vision of what might happen to him if he told Albus. He didn't know any spells in facial reconstruction so he decided to take the conversation into a new turn. "I'm just saying that maybe you should go talk to her."

"Why? What's with the concern for my cousin all of a sudden?" Albus sipped some of Scorpius' pumpkin juice, calming himself down.

"You've been with Yvonne, and me, so much lately. Yesterday, I saw Rose at the library alone. She looks lonely. You should go talk to her." Swallowing the last bite of his bread and bacon, Scorpius continued, "but after we finish that game."

Albus grinned and handed the goblet to Scorpius. The two stood up from the Slytherin table and walked out with different thoughts in mind.

Rose looked at them in her usual silence, finishing her meal. She had a feeling that Scorpius would want to tell Albus about what happened the night before. But seeing that Albus did not hex Scorpius to oblivion, she had a feeling he didn't tell Albus anything. She narrowed her eyebrows in the thought of Albus and the other knowing. Would it matter to them? She shrugged in doubt.

"Rose! Someone told me to give you this note." Hugo walked, smiling at his big sister. "You've really gotten skinnier, sis. Are you okay?"

Rose nodded, smiling back at Hugo. He handed the little folded paper and waved goodbye at his sister. She watched her brother walk with some other third year students out of the Great Hall. She hadn't seen any of her cousins for a while, which she blamed herself for since she had been the one isolating herself from them this term. She heaved a sigh and opened the little folded note. It appeared to be a girl's writing, as it was very neat and cursive.

I think I have your watch. Meet me at the grounds around 3 o'clock.

A/N: If I get enough reviews to keep me going, I'll continue it. I've already got the whole plot in my head. But if not, I guess I'll just abandon it and possibly give the story to someone willing to continue it. Thanks for reading! If you want more, review review review! :)