Men. If there were none, all my problems would be solved. I tell you, Albus? There's something wrong with him.

He pushed me into a LAKE, and somehow he's made at ME.

How this works, I'm not exactly sure, but apparently he thinks he has all the right in the world to be upset. Oh well. I can get along just fine without him.

"Lily! I swear. All you have to do is research about the History of Trolls and then put it all INTO A FREAKING ESSAY."

I take that back. Maybe I can't.

Lily looked at me as if she was trying to step about a, not sleeping, but quite awake, dragon. "I'm sorry, Rose. I've got to get going..."

"WHEN YOU FAIL, DON'T BLAME ME!" My voiced boomed.

Yeah... about the not needing Al? Its really not working out for me, is it? It probably explains why I'm raving around this Castle like a lunatic. Well, I was until I bumped into someone. Again. But this time it was Scorpius, so, you know, even worse of a situation.

"Watch where you're going, Weasley." He said, and kept walking.

It took me a moment, but I realized if anyone knew where Albus was, it would be Scorpius. "Wait. Scorpius."

He stopped walking and raised his eyebrow at me, "Excuse me Weasley, but any love declarations are going to have to wait, I'm terribly busy at the moment you see."

"Very funny Malfoy. Do happen to know where Al is?" I asked hoping he'd just tell me and we would just move on.

"Why would I tell you if I did?" Ah, so well for my dream.

"Because you're the one secretly in love with me?" He looked as if he were about to double over after that last statement.

"I think you're a bit confused Weasley. It happens to the best of us." He paused for a moment. "Why do you want to know?"

"Where Al is?" He nodded. "Because I would like to ask why he's mad at me." A moment passed where neither of us said anything and I just looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Well?" Scorpius looked at me for a moment and then said, "He's in the common room. The password is Fangs. And if anyone asks I did not tell you the password. Understood?"

I nodded and Scorpius walked off, leaving me standing in a corridor.

Alone.

When I got into the Slytherin common room I got quite a few weird looks along with a couple asking each other 'What is she doing here?'. Quite frankly, I was wondering the same thing, because in all honesty, I could have talked to him later if I really wanted to but, I decided now would be the best time, I guess.

I looked around the room and saw him in an armchair close to the fire, that was no doubt green. I walked over to him, and he didn't show any signs of realizing I was there. "Albus? Can I talk to you please?" I said for the whole room to hear.

"What Rose?" He asked a questioned sounding bothered.

"Why are you upset with me when it was you that pushed me into a lake?" A few people laughed at that.

"I'm not upset with you," He told me not bothering to even look at me, but instead stared into the fire.

"Oh right. You're not mad at all. It just took me a week to talk to you and even when I did I had to corner you in you're common room with about twenty people watching! Right. You're totally happy. Overjoyed even." I said, scathingly.

He looked around after I had mentioned all the people, and apparently he was more self conscious than I was so he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the corridor in search of a place to talk.

"You know Al, you can talk while you walk. It's all that hard. People do it all the time." He gripped my arm harder.

Obviously, he did not appreciate my logic.

He started to mumble "Do you ever shut up? I mean c'mon Rose. Sometimes..." I couldn't hear anything pass that, he became to quiet. I took that as my cue to talk.

"Well Al, in truth, I do shut up every once in a while. I mean... I did just listen to you." By this point Albus had managed to pull me into an abandoned classroom, and had finally let go of my arm. Thanks Al, I really appreciate that.

"So are you going to bother telling me why you're upset, or were you planning on playing spin the bottle." I pointed to a full bottle of firewhiskey that laid astray a few feet from us.

"Actually I was planning to ask you to explain to me..." He mumbled a very long incoherent string of words, which I do wish I would have been able to hear, but no such luck for me.

"Excuse me, I didn't catch that last part."

"Of course you didn't. Anyway. What I was saying is that you don't have to be so dramatic."

"I'm dramatic? You're the one upset about that fact I was upset." He smiled at that.

"That's beside the point."

"If you say so Albus," My voice light, "If you say so."

"Well I do."

And somehow from there we managed to end up hiccuping and stumbling our to our seperate common rooms, because we had a brilliant idea of drinking that bottle of firewhiskey, which I'm already regretting, while drunk. That goes to show how messed up we are.

Anyway, Albus showed me my way back to my common room and bid me goodnight, but being myself, instead of going to my dorm I walked around the corridors of Hogwarts. Drunk. Yeah, I really thought that one through.

The whole time I was either falling or tripping on all the random suits of armor in the castle. I mean really? Why does Hogwarts even have all this stuff? It's utterly pointless. And that's when I found myself tripping over another suit of armor, only this time, it was flesh not steal. Well this is weird I thought. I never knew Hogwarts had flesh suits. Yes, I really was that drunk. That's when I noticed that it was moving. And talking.

"Really Weasley? I always knew you were clumsy, but this is stepping it up a notch." Well thats funny, I never knew suits could be sarcastic.

I decided that I would talk back, because what other response could you have to a talking flesh suit? "Well hello there. How are you doing?" Only it came out as garble.

Apparently suits understand the universal language of Garble though, because it responded with. "I'm fine. You, on the other hand, are not." It stood up, and I finally registered blond hair. "Wait... You're not a suit?" I mumbled, quite confused might I add.

"No Weasley, I'm not a suit. I'm Scorpius. And you are drunk." He got up, and pulled me up along with him.

"That I am." I said, and started spinning.

I kept twirling in circles for only a moment though, because Scorpius pulled me to a halt. "Shut up Weasley, can't you hear someone coming?"

"Nope." I said, and promptly hiccuped.

He put his warm hand over my lips, and whispered to me to not make a noise.

Neville walked pass us, looking around, but wasn't able to see us in the dark. I looked at Scorpius and pointed to Neville and waved.

He shook his head, ever so slightly, and I deflated. I wanted to say hi to Neville. I fought out of Scorpius' and walked toward Neville who was almost twenty feet ahead of us by now, only to be dragged back again by Scorpius. "Scorpius," I moaned. He gave me a very stern look, but it was too late, Neville was already walking back toward us. He grabbed my hand and we ran, trying to be quiet at the same time, but I was stumbling behind him the whole time.

He looked around for something to hide behind or in, and he saw a broom cupboard just ahead. We ran toward it, and Scorpius pulled me. "If do anything stupid again Weasley, I will kill you. So for once in your life, just listen to someone else and shut up!" He yelled at me in hushed tones.

We sat in the broom cupboard for what must have been ages. I mean, there is nothing to do in such a cramped space, and we couldn't even talk, or in our case argue, because apparently as Scorpius told me, "Neville might still hear us."

So we waited, for something.

Anything.

A/N:

I hope you all enjoyed that enough...

Disclaimer: I own nothing... Ah the horror...