~History of Magic~
n. a chamber that tortures you with a droning ghost (no, really, I swear)

Rose died a little bit on the inside.

History of Magic was coming up and Merlin, Circe, and Medea if it wasn't still as boring as it was when her mum and dad were still in school.

Professor Binns was still haunting and droning as boringly as ever.

Still had the same tedious lecturing style and still dead (though that is definitely expected).

Rose cringed as she thought about what was to come inside that stuffy closet Professor Binns called a classroom. Everything felt smaller and less important when you listened to his talking for what felt like hours on end. She always walked out of the classroom drowsy and drained of energy. How her mum could have had enough will power to survive that class and take notes at the same time was a miracle unto itself.

She walked as slowly as she could toward the classroom. She stopped to admire the tiny things that had either attached themselves to the wall or been trampled to the floor by the rush of students every passing period. But as slowly as she walked the inevitable was happening and she was approaching the most boring class in history (no doubt about that).

Albus yawned as he walked in. Rose felt the impulse to yawn as well.

Like they say, yawns are contagious…

Shuffling toward her seat she plopped down and shoved her backpack under her chair unceremoniously.

Scorpius sat down behind her and poked her with his quill.

"Can I borrow a piece of parchment?"

"Whatever for?" Rose asked sarcastically. "It's not like your going to give it back so there's no point in using the word 'borrow'".

"Then will you give me a piece of parchment, free of charge? Or are you going to make me pay up some time soon?"

Rose shivered as she felt his breathe brush her ear and his hands pass near her hair.

"Fine, fine." She handed him back a piece of parchment without turning around.

Professor Binns floated into the classroom and the only semi-interesting thing that would happen in the next hour passed by in a mere second.

Rose steeled herself for the upcoming lecture and watched as Professor Binns shuffled his papers slowly and scratched his head as if to remind himself of his own lesson plan. But of course he had been going over and over the same material for years (literally).

She glanced at the clock in desperation. She had five minutes down, and fifty-five more to go.

Something flicked across her shoulder and landed on her desk.

She stared at the piece of parchment. Then she began to fume on how rude it was to throw things at people. Bad manners to the nth degree but she couldn't help herself as she reached for the note that had landed on her desk. Perhaps it could make good blackmail material in the future. Rose glanced around just in case there might be someone sending her death glares because she had just intercepted a love letter. She gave a mental evil cackle.

Careful to scoop up the parchment so as not to attract attention from Professor Binns, she carefully opened the parchment without so much as a crinkle. Then she felt silly for being so overly cautious because obviously Binns was much too preoccupied by his own droning to see anything.

So how has you're day been going?

Rose rolled her eyes as she recognized Scorpius's bold handwriting and scribbled a reply. She was none to pleased that he was causing trouble to ask her such a frivolous question.

You risk the chances of us getting caught passing notes to ask me how my day was? You must be the smartest wizard in a 30-mile radius.

She flicked the parchment over her shoulder and gave herself a mental pat on the back when she heard the satisfying sound of parchment striking desk.

A minute later and parchment was landing on her desk again and Professor Binns was still droning. Rose winced when she heard the slap the parchment made as it landed. Her note passing technique was flicking. Scorpius was (apparently) tossing. Tossing was too loud.

Rose smoothed out the worn notepaper. She just might have folded it a bit too viciously when she had flicked it back to Scorpius.

You don't have to be stingy. Does that mean you're having a bad day?

I'm cautious. Just so you know my day was fine until History of Magic.

So you're saying that History of Magic was very fine because I'm in the class?

Sure and I'm the great sorceress Bronwyn.

Well I'm flattered. I never thought that you would think that of all you're classes the classes you have with me are the best. I simply adore having classes with you.

Rose paused as she stared at the newest response Scorpius had scribbled onto the parchment. He was either flirting or being a prick and she really wanted to see what his features were portraying when he wrote this. She was a little surprised he could still flirt with her on a piece of parchment, but it's not like she was complaining or anything (not at all).

She blushed when she thought about his thin lips curling into that smug smile just for her and his silver earring glittering in the torch light of the passageway outside the classroom.

Rose was still as jealous as ever about his hair. She'd even asked him what kind of shampoo he used for his hair and he claimed he didn't know. She had stared at his hair incredulous afterward and continued to pester him. Scorpius finally caved in and said that he just used plain old soap.

His hair was still gorgeous and she still had to use special shampoo to keep her frizzy red hair in line.

Rose twirled a lock of her hair now as she thought about the next response. Something poked her in the back; supposedly a quill and she rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that hour and wrote something down. She then flicked the note over her shoulder and tried to look like she was paying attention to the lecture. Glancing at the clock, there were only minutes left to this horrendous excuse of a class. She hadn't taken a single note and a little part of her was chiding her for her irresponsibility. Rose squished that tiny part of her and waited for parchment to fly past her again.

But the bell suddenly rang and all the students streamed out of the classroom like desperate marauder running toward a ship and Rose was carried along in the tide of students heading toward the Great Hall for lunch.

She looked around but couldn't see Scorpius at all.

Frowning deeply, Rose sat at a seat at the Gryffindor table next to her cousin's Lily and Roxanne.

Clean plates glittered before each student and Rose suddenly thought of her mother and the organization she had started when she had been in Hogwarts, S.P.E.W.

Unfortunately, her thoughtful moment was shattered when something landed in her plate with a thwack.

Rose grimaced and looked down. She saw the similar parchment from her History of Magic class on her plate. Her plate had become a silver platter for an important message.

Picking it up gingerly as if it were cursed, she unfolded the parchment (six times, Merlin's pants that's a lot). She read her own previous scribbles and the bold writing beneath her own.

Oh, don't go and flatter yourself.

On the contrary I feel very flattered. It's so nice to know the female population appreciates me. But it's even nicer to know that you appreciate me too.

"What a flirt." Rose muttered as she tucked The Note away into her book back. It was no longer just a simple piece of parchment but a relic of male pride and one-liners that she would keep to remind herself of how sweet and idiotic Scorpius Malfoy could be.

Rose had Divination next; a class that just happened to have Scorpius on the student attendance list.

A/N: A request from A Raven Haired Illusion :) Because passing notes is just another way to pass time (and have fun all the while!) .