A.N: And here's where our story really kicks off! This chap takes place during their second year, and uses the prompt night.
Written for: Forbidden Relationships Competition
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
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"Remind me again why we can't talk to each other during the day," Scorpius muttered. He and Rose were sitting at the same table in the Ravenclaw Common Room, now that everyone else had gone to bed.
"Because Dom's in Ravenclaw, too. And if she saw us, she'd tell my dad. Can't we please just… Be together, when we can?" Rose insisted.
Scorpius sighed in reply, and said, "That doesn't explain why you can't help me with my homework before midnight. Any answers there?"
"I just… I don't want people to know I like—" She stopped herself, and continued: "I don't want people to know I like to help you with your homework," Rose finished lamely.
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Herbology first. Can you believe Professor Longbottom assigned us a twelve-inch essay on the Chinese Chomping Cabbage? Have you started it yet?" he asked.
"Finished, actually. You should really focus your time on your schoolwork, rather than everything else. How many nights this week have you been out on the Quidditch Pitch?" she questioned, without so much as looking up.
"I need to practice," was all he said.
Rose rolled her eyes, and returned her gaze to her parchment. She was writing a letter to her mum.
Scorpius glanced over at the recipient of her letter, and asked, "What did your parents say, when you told them we were in the same House?"
Rose finished writing the sentence she was working on, and answered: "Well, Mum said it was nice, that maybe we could try to become friends."
"And your dad?" Scorpius prompted.
"Scor, you know how my dad would've reacted if I'd told him. What did your parents say?"
"Erm… Well, Mum wasn't too worried, but Dad… He wasn't all too pleased that I ended up in Ravenclaw, to tell you the truth. I think he was just disappointed that I wasn't in Slytherin." Scorpius smirked. "As if I'd want to be. Oh, sorry," he said upon seeing the look on Rose's face at his remark.
"No, it's fine." Rose's closest cousin, Albus, had been Sorted into Slytherin. That had come as a shock to Rose. She had always pictured the two of them in Gryffindor. Al's Sorting had been just as surprising as her own had been. Al hadn't been the same since he was Sorted. He'd barely talked to Rose during the summer, and he never did while at Hogwarts.
Scorpius coughed, and Rose jolted out of her reverie.
"Scor, I think," Rose said, barely stifling a yawn. "I think I'm going up to bed. 'Night."
Scorpius watched her head up to the girls' dormitories, and muttered: "Good-night, Rosie," just as the door shut behind her.
A.N: I'm very excited about all the response so far for this fic! So as my treat to you, here's another chappie for you, right quick! Reviews, please?
