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"How about you had me at hello?"

"More like you had me at warty chicken."

"Did he honestly call her a warty chicken?"

"Don't you remember? It was at the Sorting."

"Didn't you call me a frumpy hare at our Sorting?"

"Only after you said I had no soul!"

"Fine, fine. Oh! How about you're my everything?"

"Excellent! Put that down as number two."

It was a beautiful October day. The sun was shining brightly, a little breeze rippling through the brightly colored flowers, making them dance.

Will and I were stretched out on a picnic blanket by the lake. Supposedly, we were planning our next attempt to get Scorpius and Rose together. In actuality, we were making a list of the Top Ten Clichéd Things Rose and Scorpius Will Say When They Finally Get Together.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the sky. "Do you have any food?" I asked. "I'm starving."

"Yeah, I have these cookies my mum sent me," he said, pulling a plastic bag out of his backpack and handing it to me. I pulled out a cookie and bit into it.

"This is delicious," I said.

He laughed. "Yeah, my mum does a lot of cooking. I burn everything, so she usually handles the meals."

"What about your dad?" I asked.

He smiled a funny smile. "I actually wasn't joking about my dad, that one time. He really did have an affair with my mom and go back to his wife. He's just not Ron Weasley."

I reached out, took his hand, and squeezed it. "Hey," I said. "I hope he and his wife have really bratty children. A guy who ditches one great kid deserves to have a bunch of horrible ones."

He laughed. "Great kid, huh?"

"Sure," I said, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look him in the face. "I mean, come on. You're funny, you're smart, and you're a good friend."

He raised eyebrows. "We're friends?"

I raised a single eyebrow, which is much cooler than raising both. "I'm not your friend?"

"It pains me to admit it," he said, grinning, "but yes, you're my friend. Even if you have no soul."

"I'm touched," I said. "Ooh, how about I'll never let you go."

"Excellent," he said, and added it to the list.

That evening, after destroying Will at chess in the Gryffindor common room, I headed up to my dormitory and found Rose sitting on my bed, grinning, her arms folded across her chest.

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm not going to like the reason you're here?" I said.

"So," she said.

"So what?" I replied.

"So what's up with you and Will?" she asked, a slight smirk on her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

The smirk grew slightly. "Well, two months ago, you hated each other, and now you practically spend all of your time together."

"Yes," I said. "That is a true statement. And your point is?"

"What's going on with you two?"

"We're friends."

"Friends," she repeated.

"Is that an unfamiliar concept or something?"

She got to her feet, still smirking. It was very irritating, to tell you the truth. "No, no," she said. "Well, goodnight."

I stared after her as she left the room, and then turned to face the mirror. "Why do I get the feeling something's going on here?" I asked my reflection.

"Something always is, dearie," replied the mirror.

AN: Can you think of any more extremely cheesy romantic lines? I actually kind of struggled with that bit.