December 7th
Scorpius was sprawled out on the dark leather couch in the Slytherin common room. The soft green light that reflected through the window poured in making the room, and the students, look green as well. It was quiet as most students had gone to bed for the evening except for Scorpius and Victor Nott, who was studying in an armchair that was on the opposite side of the room than Scorpius. The only sound that could be heard was the water of the Great Lake stirring and the scratching of Victor's quill.
"Nott," Scorpius said from his perch on the couch. "How would you feel if I invited a Gryffindor to the Slytherin Christmas party?"
"Don't," Nott replied sharply, not even looking up from his parchment.
Every year the Slytherins had a tradition of throwing a Christmas party in the common room and it was up to the seventh year students to plan it every year. It was exclusive to only Slytherin students but if Scorpius could manage to get his peers to let him sneak Rose in then it would help his chances of winning the bet, he had decided. A little party to get her to loosen up and he should be declared as the winner in no time.
"Come on," Scorpius whined and sat up slightly. "It's a time for celebration! One Gryffindor won't hurt."
"No one wants to attend a party with your bossy, know-it-all, Gryffindor girlfriend," Victor Nott snapped.
Girlfriend. Scorpius liked the sound of that.