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Scorpius POV:

It was the end of the school day, and McGonagall had summoned Rose and me to her office.

"What do you need, Professor?" I asked.

"Well, as Head Boy and Girl, you two will be putting together all the big events at Hogwarts," the Headmistress said, "Here is a list of all the events of the year. The most upcoming one is the Halloween Ball next month, so I suggest you get started."

We nodded, and she let us go back to our dorms.

"Malfoy," Weasley said briskly, "Meet me in the kitchens at lunch tomorrow so we can discuss the ball, alright?"

"Alright," I replied.

"Weasley!" I called before she left (no doubt to meet Dixie in the library).

She turned around, "What?"

"You dropped your quill," I said, handing it to her.

"Thanks," she replied softly.

We stared at each other for a few moments, before her cheeks flushed and she turned around and left.

I collapsed onto the couch as soon as she was gone. Had Weasley and I just had a... moment? And why did I feel the sudden urge to be nice to her? I'd always antagonized her, but I actually couldn't remember the last time I was really mean to her, besides friendly (friendly!) teasing.

"Hey," I looked up to see Albus.

"Hi," I replied.

"So," Al said, "Ready to give up fifty Galleons?"

"I'm a Malfoy," I scoffed, "Fifty Galleons is nothing for me."

"But it's a whole lot for me, since Mum and Dad never give more than ten Galleons in pocket money. And it's usually not even five!" he complained.

"Well," I said slyly, "Guess you're gonna have to pull together the money somehow, Potter, 'cause there's no way Dixie will fall for you."

"Please," Albus scoffed, "I've got most of the girls at Hogwarts falling at my feet."

"So do I," I smirked.

That was true. We were both unusually handsome. Years of Quidditch had given us an impressive physique, and the fact that Albus was a Potter didn't hurt, either.

"Fancy a game of Quidditch?" Al asked, "I nicked a Snitch from our last game. We can break into the broom sheds, and go out to the pitch."

"Sure."

Albus played Seeker on the Slytherin House team, and was probably the best Hogwarts had ever seen since his father. I played Beater, and have to admit, I'm pretty good.

We were surprised to find Weasley and Dixie out on the pitch, too, practicing maneuvers and feints. Both girls played Chasers on the Gryffindor team.

"Lady Allyson!" Albus called out jauntily. Dixie's head whipped around at the name, "Fancy seeing you here."

"Hullo, Potter, Malfoy," she greeted, landing in front of us, Weasley not far behind.

Weasley glared at us, but I could have sworn her cheeks were tinged pink. Probably from the wind.

"We were just going, weren't we, Ally?" she asked her best friend.

"Er, right," Dixie said, not breaking eye contact with Al.

Rose grabbed her arm and dragged her off.

Al's cheeks were also tinted red.

"Lady Allyson's really pretty, have you ever noticed?" he asked me, kicking at the ground.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You know what? Let's just go," he snapped, rushing towards the Slytherin broom shed.

I chuckled. I better have my fifty Galleons ready to give up, 'cause at the rate things were going now...

Rose POV:

"I still can't believe you forgave him!" I exclaimed at Ally as I dragged her off the Quidditch pitch.

"He was really sorry, Rose, I could tell!" she defended.

I stared at my friend, amazed. The extent of her kindness never ceased to shock me.

"You know," I replied, shaking my head, "If everyone was half as nice as you, the world would be an awesome place."

Allyson flushed, "Let's go, Rose. Curfew's in twenty minutes."

Ally headed off for the Gryffindor Common Room, while I went to the Head's dormitories.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. And I didn't resurface until the next morning.

Okay, next chapter Albus/Ally and Rose/Scorpius will really start picking up.

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