A/N: Alright, so, I am prepared to face my lynch mob.

I am so sorry. I had this terrible writers block. I guess it couldn't be too bad since I did have writers block for three years one time. That was terrible.

Different story, different time. But I have returned! I know it is the Holiday season, but I honestly am not that busy. Shopping is normally an easy affair since I know my family pretty well and know what I am going to get them. And since I used to wrap presents for donation for my softball little league, I am a pretty fast wrapper. So, this is a stress free season for me. :D

I do have some translations for you:
Es tut mir leid. - I am sorry.
Es ist in Ordnung. - It is alright.
Es ist nicht falsch zu fürchten. - It is not wrong to be afraid.
Ich bin eher schwach als Angst. - I am more weak than afraid.
Nein. - No.

Now! Hopefully I have broken through writers block. I am almost positive I have. I have a clear thought of how I want my other story, Outside on the Inside, to go and end and this one I have an ending in mind, but it is just getting there. So, if you find me rambling in my story, I am trying to find a tangent to latch onto. Although, the next chapter, I have a clear vision for. I am afraid to say, that someone gets bullied. And it isn't who you expect. But you will get a clearer picture of the Weasley/Potter clan. And their family dynamic. Because with all honestly, I LOVE the Weasley/Potter clan. They are my favorite. And they remind me of my family as we are a big family. And we act very much like this.

So, read on!

Henny, that lucky Penny!

Nerves and the Occasional Hogsmeade Trip

"Kleine! Stop fidgeting!" Scorpius said harshly, "Or I will burn up your clothes and leave you exposed." I emitted a squeak and stopped wrinkling the hem of my shirt.

"Es tut mir leid." I muttered under my breathe, my cheeks reddening.

"Es ist in Ordnung." he flashed me a white smile. My cheeks cooled a little.

"Why are you so nervous about today?" Lucy was still trying to make up for Monday. Mainly because she thought that if I was angry with her, I would steal more of her potions. She did not appreciate anyone going through her personal stock.

"No reason." I mumbled. I had not told anyone about Fred yet. Mainly because everyone already throught I was with both Scorpius and James.

"Why, I believe this means our dear Calesta has a date." Albus snickered. I covered my face with my hands. Oh Merlin!

"Albus." Scorpius shot him a warning glare. He just shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I was gone in a flash. Or, as fast as my upside down stomach would let me travel.

I entered the bathroom and turned on a faucet. I splashed cold water on my cheeks and forehead. The coolness did help quell some of the nerves. My stomach however, had other plans.

I felt the heat rise in my chest. I craashed through a stall door and fell to my knees. This time, the sickness was violent and forceful. The sickness made me her bitch.

After I upchucked all of my breakfast, I leaned back against the stall wall. My heart was hammering in my chest cavity. I started taking long, deep breathes.

"Kleine?" I heard flitter through the doors. Couldn't they leave me well enough alone? I groaned.

"I'm fine." I ground out.

"You're a terrible liar." he said through the door. I heard it open and then close. A murmured charm whispered by me.

I sighed and got up. I opened the stall door to find Scorpius leaning against a wall. His expression was neutral. I padded back to the sinks. I rinsed my mouth with cold water.

"What's wrong?" he inquired gently. I splashed ice cold water on my face again. I leaned over the sink and stared into my ice clue eyes.

"Freddie is taking me to Hogsmeade today." he was stubborn. He would pester until I told him. I saw him stiffen. My heart dropped to my stomach.

And the heat rose. Except, this time Scorpius was holding my hair again. Like that Saturday last month.

After I had nothing left to offer the Porcelean God, he let my hair loose. I flushed the vile liquid down and leaned back against the stall wall. Scorpius was leaning against the opposite wall with his back, ankles crossed in front of him.

I brought my knees to my chest and rested my forehead on them. I closed my eyes. My pulse was thrumming. Silent tears began to stain my muggle jeans. It was not until I sniffed that he had any idea I was crying. I heard him slide to the floor.

"Es ist nicht falsch zu fürchten." his voice graced my ears.

"Ich bin eher schwach als Angst." I whispered back through my tears.

"Nein." he responded with a clipped tone, "You are a wounded child. You need to learn to be a healed person. And that will take time." he held out a steady hand. I took it without hesitation and he pulled me over to him.

I fell easily into his lap. At first I tried to push away, but he held me down and tight. A few whispered promises and comforting words and I melted into him. One arm wrapped across my body and its hand rested above my waistband. The other ran its fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry I'm going with Fred." I mumbled into his chest. The stroking stopped and I knew I had said the wrong thing. My eyes welled and tears rolled onto his shirt. I could head his heart race.

Scorpius cleared his throat and the hand continued to stroke my hair.

"I'm not mad, Kleine." he mumbled over my head, his breathe tickling my hair on top. My tears slowed, but did not stop, "I already knew you were. Fred Weasley had a gift of gab."

"Of course he does." I grumbled, "Why am I nervous?" I breathed deeply to quell the tears.

"Because you don't know if you can trust him." Scorpius twirled a strand of hair around a long finger. I felt his chin rest on the top of my head, "And you haven't been to Hogsmeade yet. A lot is going on today." I wiped away the last of my tears. How did he know how to calm me?

"You're right, as usual." I replied, "Thank you. I feel much better." I wiggled deeper into his embrace. His hold tighted on me. I felt drowsy.

"My pleasure." he whispered.

My eyes closed without permission and I fell into a comfortable sleep, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing and the feeling of him playing with my hair. I soon found myself dropping into a deep sleep.

"I think I'll have a round with this one?" my arm was being yanked away from me.

"Calesta!" my friend, Hannah Spinelli, yelled for me.

"You're pretty fucking hot." his speech was slurred. The potent stench of booze saturated my air.

"Let me go." I whimpered, "Please, I just want to go hime?"

All I got in response was laughing. My heart felt like it would beat right of my chest. My body was shaking.

"Calesta!" my eyes shot up. I realized that I was not shaking my body, Scorpius was.

"I'm awake." I said, the shaking ceasing. My face felt wet.

"What the hell happened?" he pulled me away from his body by my forearms. I touched my cheek and realized I had been crying again.

"I'm fine." I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Like hell you are." his tone was short, "What were you dreaming about?" but his eyes told me he already knew the answer.

I took a long, cooling breathe. I scrubbed the tears away.

"You already know." I replied. He nodded his head.

Scorpius brought my back into his body. I buried my face into his chest. I pulled in his cologne and smell through my nostrils. My arms wrapped around his waist. I felt one of his arms around my shoulders and one around my waist. He just held me while I calmed myself down.

After a few minutes, I took one last lungful of his sent. I started untangling myself from his lap. I stood up and stretched.

After the stiffness left, I offered my hand to the blonde boy. His cool fingers wrapped around my offered hand. I pulled him up and wrapped my arms around his waist. His arms enfolded around me

"Does James get all mushy too when there is a crying girl?" his nose scrunched up in mock disgust. I left the stall to inspect my appearance.

"I actually think he starts crying with them." Scorpius left the stall to lean against the wall by the sink. A small smile flittered across his face. I rinse my mouth out and my face off.

I looked at my reflection and took a moment to watch the water drip off my chin. My eyes were red, but my face was not. My cheeks were as pale as ever. I grimaced.

"I wish I wasn't so pale." I mumbled. Scorpius snorted indignantly, "How do you make it look so flawless?" I turned to him and leaned my hip against the sink.

"I don't cry in the middle of the morning." he responded and he pushed off the wall, "Come on, Kleine. You're going to be late."

"Alright." I bounced off the sink and followed him out.

Scorpius led me to the staging area. There were so many children. My steps slowed and Scorpius seemed to sense my hesitation. He stopped at the edge of the mob.

"Stay here a moment, Kleine." he murmured in my hair. I nodded in aknowledgement.

I watched him disappear into the crowd, shouldering people out of his way. I looked at my shoes after I lost track of his white, blonde head. My stomach was tingling. I really do not get why I am nervous. Honestly, it is Fred WEASLEY.

But that was the problem, was it not? He was a boy. He was a potentional risk. He could hurt me. But, He was not here.

I hugged my middle. That two second nightmare had my every nerve wound up tight. If I had food in my stomach, I would have thrown it up right there. Thank heavens I already did that. The thought swarm across my mind. I felt a wry smile spread across my lips.

"Kleine, do you need to visit the lavatory?" Scorpius' voice glided over my ears. I shook my head and took a deep, calming breathe.

"Are you sure?" a familiar voice sounded concerned. I lifted my eyes.

"Hey Freddie." I greeted, "How are you?"

"Hey, Prinzessin." he seemed to favor the German noun, "I'm pretty good. Just got a right dressing down. Curtesy of Mister Malfoy." Scorpius had a mischievious smile, "How are you?" I eyed Scorpius warily.

"I'm fine." my eyes slid over to Fred. What did he mean? I took a breath, "Did he threaten you?"

"'Course. Wouldn't be Scorp if he didn't, would he?" his casual tone relaxed my stomach muscles. Scorpius rolled his eyes, "I'll keep you safe and return you to Scorp here in one piece, untouched." Fred held up his hands.

"Ever the Gryffindor." I stated with a smile, "How chivalrous of you." he responded with a wink.

"Alright, Kleine?" Scorpius looked at his fingernails, an air of unconcern. I knew better. I gave him a nod and left my arms drop to my sides.

"I'll be fine. I'm not as nervous." he gave my shoulder a tiny squeeze before he went to find James.

"You know," Fred began with a serious tone, "I would never hurt you, right?" my eyes settled on his chocolate brown orbs.

"I know Freddie." my reply quiet, "I'm not afraid of you." my fingers slid into my pockets.

"I'm here when you want to talk about it." he pinched my cheek. I realized that his show of affection was not prolonged touching in the form of arms around shoulders or palms between shoulder blades.

No, Fred had a quiet way about him being a big brother.

"How do you show you love for Roxanne?" I looked at him curiously. I saw the Mischievious Weasley Glint in his eyes.

"I read her journal!" he whispered excitedly. I rolled my eyes, but still managed a smile. Pinching my cheek was not the worst thing possible.