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After they’d met with McGonagall, Scorpius and Rose made their way back to the Heads House, Rose ten paces behind the blonde.  She was still in shock.


Rose looked up at the voice, nearly crashing into Scorpius from behind.  She careened to a halt, blinked, and looked around.  She hadn’t even noticed they’d entered the portrait hole, climbed through the tunnel, and erupted at the top of the stairs.

“How did you get in here?”

“Corvus.  Go to bed, Scorpius,” was all she said, and she was staring not at him but at the small redhead behind him.

He turned his gaze over his shoulder, nodded, and went down the stairs, not saying another word.  Rose followed, making a beeline for her own room, but Hailey cleared her throat.

“Not you, dear.  You and I have something to talk about.”

“Oh?” Rose pitched her voice before swallowing and going over to her friend, “What about?  Is everything alright?  Is it something about Molly?”

“You kissed him,” Hailey came right out with it, “I wanna know why.”

“Where did ever hear such a ghastly thing?” Rose exclaimed, jumping right off of the couch, “That’s disgusting and—”

“Can you please take a moment to remember who I’m dating?” Hailey interrupted, “Oh yes, Scorpius’ best friend.  Right, now that that’s out of the way, what the fuck were you thinking?”

Rose winced at her vulgarity before sighing and sitting back down, “Are you mad at me?”

“Until you tell me why, yes.”

“I don’t know, Hailey,” she sighed, looking down at her lap, “I really don’t know.”

“Rose,” Hailey started, leaning forward, “Do you actually hate him, or it is a defense mechanism?”

“I actually really like him, and it just sucks because every other freaking girl in this school does, too, and I don’t just want to be another one of his girls.”

“He’s never done that before.”

“I know!” Rose screamed suddenly, standing again, “But I won’t take that chance!  Look what his mother did to my father!  Chased him around and then stepped on his heart!”

Rose started to storm away when Scorpius’ door flew open, and he came rushing down.

“Don’t bring my parents into this!” he shouted, getting right in front of her and forcing her back a step, “They have nothing to do with the fact that you kissed me and let me kiss you back!  It wasn’t even just one little kiss, just a little mistake, you came back for more!  This is not about my parents, so don’t you dare put it on them!  Your father needs to get over himself and actually love his wife, the woman he married!  Goddamn it, Rose!”

“Corvus is outside, around the corner,” Hailey murmured as Scorpius turned on his heel and stalked off, “I’m leaving,” she added to Rose, “Good job.”

“You’re going to leave me?  I thought we were friends!” Rose shouted at her as Hailey gathered her cloak and headed for the stairs.

“Yea, and Scorpius is like a brother to me.  You don’t even see what he’s done for Corvus and Lyra!  He turned their lives around, Rose, when no one else could get through to them!  He’s a fucking saint compared to your bullshit!”

The portrait hole slammed behind her, and Rose just let out an angry scream before crashing up into her room and falling into her bed, sobs wracking through her.  She hated this.


Scorpius awoke the next morning on the floor of his old dorm.  He let out a groan that was reciprocated by a laugh from Adrian.

“Corvus did the same thing ten minutes ago.  He still hasn’t got out of bed.  Where the hell did you guys go last night?”

“Stole from Hog’s Head, then meandered our way to the Shrieking Shack, I think,” Corvus said with his face in his pillow, “Fucking rad night.”

“Did you just say rad?” Adrian and Scorpius asked at the same time, Scorpius lifting his head to stare at his friend.

He mumbled something incoherent that they took as either an apology or an angry stream of curses before Scorpius hauled himself up onto his feet.

“So, what did it?” Adrian asked as Scorpius rubbed his face before pushing Corvus enough until he sat up.

“She kissed me, so I kissed her back, and then we made out,” he grumbled, “I’m hungry.  Have we missed breakfast?”

“Nah, you got time to run back to your dorm and change.  Full load of classes today, though!” he called as Scorpius walked away and out the door.

He ignored any curious (and lustful) stares as he stumbled down the dorm stairs and exited the common room, eyes bleary and head thick.  He hated her for doing this to him.

He made it back to the Heads’ house without any incident, and he quickly changed into a fresh pair of clothes and robes before heading back into the common room and into the shared bathroom.  He brushed his teeth, fixed his hair, and left just as Rose was heading toward the bathroom.  He skillfully stepped around her, not meeting her gaze, and nearly ran out of the common room after grabbing his book bag from his room.  She was still staring when he left.


One month later.

“Uhm, hi, Scorpius, can I have a private word with you?” a Ravenclaw girl asked as she tapped on his shoulder.

He blinked up at her, desperately trying to remember her name; he was almost positive he had a class with her.

“Uh, sure,” he mumbled, slowly getting up.

He looked to his friends for help, but they just shrugged.  As he followed her out of the Great Hall, he caught Rose’s gaze from across the way and sighed.  She watched him go before turning her eyes down, frowning.  They hadn’t spoken since their last fight.

“So, Hogsmeade is this weekend,” the girl immediately started as Scorpius stepped away from the door.

“Yup, it is,” he returned, arching an eyebrow.

“Are you going with anyone?” she prodded, stepping closer to him.

“I’m not, actually, just my friends.”

“That’s too bad.  Aren’t they all dating one another?” she stepped closer, though he made no motion of interest or moving away.

“Yea, but we still have fun.  Now,” he interrupted her, putting up a hand as she leaned forward, “If you don’t mind, I don’t even know your name.”

And he made his way back into the Great Hall, more confused than when he’d left.

“Why do they all keep doing that?” he muttered as he fell back into his seat, “It’s like they dare each other to come over here.”

“Oh, Scorpius,” Corvus gushed.

“Shove it, Johnson.  So, are we all going this weekend?”

“Of course!” Hailey scoffed before looking to her right as Corvus suddenly started gathering his things, “Where are you going?”

“Don’t look at me.  No!” he hissed as she started to talk, “Don’t say a word.”

He tried to get up, but Hailey pulled him right back down.

“Let me go,” he demanded, staring at her.

“What the hell is going on?”

“There you are,” a sweet voice suddenly purred, and Corvus shut his eyes, sucking in a breath.

Adrian cursed as this tall, raven-haired beauty squeezed between him and Corvus.

“You ran away,” she continued, and Adrian’s eyes went wide as she touched his thigh.

“Hey!” Scorpius shouted, standing, “Get away!”

“You must be Scorpius,” she continued, looking right at him, piercing blue eyes making him falter, “He mentioned you.”

“Help,” Corvus gasped, finding Hailey’s hand and holding it tightly, “Please.  I’ll explain.”

“Explain what?” the girl went on, and her lips met Corvus’ neck.

He flinched away, stood so fast he nearly fell over, and his wand was in the girl’s face.

“Get away!” he screamed.

She looked back at Scorpius, staring at him, and it clicked.  She’d gone after Corvus in the beginning of his fourth year, relentlessly, even though he was with Hailey already, and it had gotten to the point that he never left his dormitory save for classes.  He was terrified of her, terrified of what she wanted and what she tried to do.  She’d gone away their sixth year to a school in America after continuing her pursuit throughout their fifth year.

“Miss Eviens,” McGonagall said from behind her, “You gave an oath.  Return to your table, and you’ll be serving detention for the next month.”

There was a moment more of tense silence before she stalked away, heels clicking on the floor.  Corvus swayed, and Hailey forced him back into his seat as Lyra rushed around the table and came to sit next to him, grabbing one of his hands.

“Corvus, are you alright, dear?” McGonagall asked softly, touching his shoulder.

“Why is she back here?” Hailey snapped.

“She moved back to England.  We couldn’t refuse her.  I’m sorry, Corvus.  I’ll speak with her again.  You shouldn’t encounter her.”

He just nodded, squeezing Hailey’s hand when she opened her mouth.

“Drop it,” he muttered, and she did so, instead leaning forward to put her forehead on his shoulder.

“They’re going to kill us, Scorp.  These girls, they’re going to kill us,” he said, looking up at his friend, and Scorpius just smiled.

“I fully agree.”


Hogsmeade came and went with no harm done.  It was when he returned to the Heads house that he felt his world turn upside down.  He acknowledged Rose with a nod as he shook off his jacket and made his way down the stairs.  She was on the couch, sipping a mug of something.

“How was Hogsmeade?” she asked, and he stopped, blinking a few times.

“Excuse me?”

“How was Hogsmeade?” she repeated, “I just got back fifteen minutes ago.  It’s so cold out already.”

“It was… uneventful,” he said slowly, turning to face her, “And yours?”

“Pretty good.  Nothing too great.  It was a little lonely, but,” she shrugged, “My own fault.  I saw what happened the other day in the Great Hall.  Was that Claire Eviens?  When did she get back?”

“I have no idea.  It threw Corvus for quite a loop, though.”

“Mm,” she frowned, and Scorpius turned to continue to his room when she started again, “I’m sorry.”

He stopped, back still to her, and counted to ten as he tried to think of what motives Rose could have.  None came to mind, and so he turned again, arching an eyebrow.

“You’re sorry?” he repeated, still unsure he’d heard her right.

“I’ve been really awful the past month or so,” she went on, not looking at him, “And I really shouldn’t have.  I’m sorry.  I have no reason, other than my own insecurities, to be rude to you.”

“O…kay?  Did someone hit you on the head?”

“No,” she laughed, finally looking at him, “Come sit?”

He obliged, going to sit on the other end of the couch.  She was shy for a few seconds before smiling over at him.

“Can you tell me about your parents?  How they met?”

Scorpius’ eyes widened, and she nodded in response, “I want to know.  I want to know their side.”


And so he launched into the story, smiling as he went.  He’d always loved explaining the story of his parents, the two opposites, the Gryffindor and Slytherin, making and breaking history.  And Rose actually enjoyed it.  She liked to watch Scorpius’ eyes light up and his smile widen, and she liked the story he told, one that was very different from anything her father had told her.  They continued after he finished, and it was almost two in the morning when Rose yawned.

“Oh, it’s late,” Scorpius murmured, looking up at the clock on the mantle, “We should probably head to bed.”

“Mm, probably,” Rose yawned again.

Scorpius smiled, “Thank you for tonight, Rose.  I certainly hope it wasn’t a one-time thing.”

“It won’t be,” she promised, touching his hand, “I want to be friends, Scorpius.  I—”

She was cut off as he kissed her.  She made no movement to stop him.  Instead, she kissed him right back, melting into his touch.  Nothing could be better than this, she was sure.


I did have another scene to put into this chapter, but I thought it would fit better in the next one, so you’ll have to wait for that, :)  But!  I thought this was intense, and I hope I didn’t scare anyone off cos, woah, did it ever stop?  Anyway, I hope you’re all enjoying!


Okay, if any of you have been checking the page here and have been paying attention to the bio section (which you always should because I usually have status updates for chapters and other news updates and stuff like that!), you’d have noticed that there’s some sneaky stuff going around about a “secret story”.  A few days ago, I released the title: Grazed Knees.  Now, I’m telling all of you this because, well, if you read Unforgivable and you’re reading this, you’ll definitely almost probably be interested (no, before you go nuts, it does not have to do with either of these stories, it’s just similar).  That’s all I’m saying for now.  I don’t want to jinx it.  But.  I will give you a summary, and let me know what you think, okay?  And, I’ll be letting you guys in on what’s going on and what it’s about with each chapter of this.  As of right now (February 2011), though, I can tell you that I’m working on chapter twelve.  WOAH.  :)

The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation—it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love, and it thrilled him.

And, yes, that is a quote from Ian McEwan’s Atonement.  One more hint: novel length.  :D

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