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Chapter Three

After the parade, Rose and her family went straight home. She would have liked for Albus to come over, but their parents insisted it was too close to when school began. She didn't mope, however, because she knew she'd have more privacy and time to write to Scorpius.

Rose got his letter as soon as she reached her room, and had to force herself to eat and change into warm clothes before writing him back. After drying Scorpius's coat and laying it on top of her bed, she grabbed a cup of hot apple cider and a few pieces of leftover pupmkin bread. She ran them up to her room and layed her snack out onto her desk. She took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of her brother's pajama pants and a sports bra. Then she went back to her desk and sat down.

'Sorry I took so long to write, I had to shower, and get food and whatnot. Four more days until school starts! Then you'll have to deal with me every single day!'

In the middle of her writing, Rose sneezed. She grabbed a tissue from the box covered in flowers on her desk and blew her nose.

'And I've gotten a cold. Don't feel bad, however. I would've gotten wet regardlss of who I'd been with. Today was worth it, I don't mind getting sick. I about forgot how... absolutly hilarious and arrogant you are. And nice haircut. It suits you..'

She thought about him kissing her hand, and pushed the feeling to the back of her mind.

'OH, and what was that little heart, Malfoy? That our secret sign or something? Wow, I'm really pretty brain dead so I'm just going to send this now. Write back. Love your bestie, Rose.'

She didn't know what else to say. What could she say? She found it somewhat harder to write him after that morning. It was weird. It's not like she was worried she'd say something stupid. She'd never worry about that. Ever.

Rose waved the letter out the window and Scorpius's great eagle owl flew into the room. It landed on the desk and Rose tied the letter onto it's leg. She pet it's head softly and then he shot back out the window. She sat with her knees against her chest under the window. She reached under her bed and pulled out a tiny opaque bottle. She shook it upside down in her hand and poured all but two little round pills back into the bottle. She swallowed the pills and tossed the bottle back under her bed. Melodramatic. That's what they all were. She couldn't help it, really. They might grow out of it, hopefully. They were teenagers. It's just how they were. Dumb, stupid bloody hormones.

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Arrogant? He was not arrogant. He was just sure of himself. . As he sat, trying to figure out what to say to her, he kept imagining her soft lips on his. No, no, no. Bad. Mental, very bad. He shook his head as iff to toss the one moment of insanity from his mind. He got up and paced the length of his room, running his fingers through his hair.

He considered flying to her house on his broom, just to see her reaction. It'd be priceless. Too bad she'd kill him if he flew through her window. Too bad her dad would kill the both of them if he caught him.

"Rosie, Rosie, Rosie." he muttered to himself, suspending his pacing for a moment to gaze out the window.

He felt stupid. How hard was it really, to reply to a bloody letter? He leaned over the table with a blank sheet of parchment and Rose's letter, and wrote her back.

'Aw, you didn't write much Rosie. Anything the matter? I'm glad you're eating. You looked tiny... I mean tinier than usual. Joy! I get to deal with your cousin and his constant reminders to leave you alone or else! Ha! Albus really is the funnier one of us two. He's an alright bloke, though, for a Potter. I guess I can consider him a friend. Wow, way off topc. I forgot to say, yay! I get to see my best friend Rosie everyday! Thanks for the reassurance, but I feel bad anyway. If I wasn't so selfish you wouldn't have gotten sick. I'm sorry. Trust me, I'm not worth getting sick over.

Oh, so you think I'm hilarious, do you? Because I recall you calling me a dull, humorless toad just this past year! Funny how things change. And I am not arrogant! I'm simply very confident. And sexy, but that's a whole other thing. I am so relieved that you like my hair! If you hadn't liked it i would have cried day in and out, and then shaved it all off. Kidding. But really, thanks. Your hair got longer. It's nice.

And yes, Rosie it's our secret sign. I've always wanted to do it, really but I've never had anyone to do it with. So I'll do it with you, okay? Okay. I saw how quickly Potter found you. That would have been fun to explain. "Oh, i was just hiding your cousin behind a tree, Poitter. Just the two of us. No, we didn't do anything! I simply gave her my jacket and I'm hugging her because i saw a big bee." Ha! You're right, I am funny.'

He tied the letter to the owl's leg and it took off out the window. As soon as it left, he wondered why she didn't much again. It was weird. Maybe she got in trouble? He didn't know. Sometimes she would act normal one moment, then she'd be completly out of it the next, her writing close to illegible, and it didn't make any sense. She blamed sleepiness and distractedness. But he knew it had to be something else. He just didn't know what.

All during his wait, he doodled on a blank piece of parchment. He even wrote the beginnings of a poem. When her reply finally came, he put down his quill and untied it from the owl's leg. He unrolled the letter slowly, as if to torture himself and read.

'"I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever." Try and figure that one out, will you. It's a quote. My brother's been running around saying it in every different accent he can think of for the past hour or so. Anyways, I'm fine. Just a little tired and stuffy. Really, don't feel bad. You are worth it. You're worth a lot of things, even though you may not be able to see it just yet. I don't know how Al would've reacted, but you're both in Slytherin, so I don't think he would've minded too much. I take that back! You aren't a dull humorless toad. you just a toad. Haha. Kidding. Your far from a toad.

Does Al really do that to you?I'll have to talk to him about that. He has issues. merlin, you are arrogant! Or would you like to be called pompus or egotistical instead? If you shaved all your hair off I would die! You might look nice, though. Maybe kind of bad boyish. Well, if you grew you hair out, you might look bad boyish then, too. But don't do that. I like it how it is. I like it a lot. Just leave it like that.

If we ever get caught, let me do the explaining! You'd make everyone get the wrong idea! I'm going to bed, so I'll talk to you later. Night, Scorpius.

He smiled and shook his head. If she wasn't sleepy, he'd talk to her all night long. He wrote her a quick letter that said, 'Sweet dreams Rosie. I'll see you soon.' then gave it to the owl to mail the last letter of the day.

He turned off the light in his room and stripped down to his boxers. He hopped on his bed and looked out the window. He made the little heart with his fingers, then dropped his hands. He hadn't realized how sleepy he was.

When he fell asleep, he was happy to find he dreamed of what the new school year had in store. Mostly it was him and Rose, and at somepoint, they kissed. He forgot it in the morning. Anyway it was only a dream.