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The young girl was now in a kitchen. Rose was standing at the counter making sandwiches. Suddenly, Ron walked in with a smile on his face as his eyes landed on Rose.


“Is that sandwich for me, Rosie?” Ron asked, walking over and peeking over her shoulder.


“No, Dad,” she said as she shook her head. “Al and I were going to hang out.”


“You’re on your third sandwich,” he pointed out.


“It’s Al, Dad,” Rose said with a nervous edge in her voice. “He eats a lot. Don’t you remember Christmas?”

Ron let out a chuckle.



“Ronald, aren’t you going to be late?” Hermione asked as she walked into the kitchen, Hugo following behind her.


“Doesn’t really matter, does it?” Ron asked with a shrug. “All I’m doing today is the paperwork for the bloody hooligans who’ve been breaking into Muggle homes. You know, Dad’s starting to remind me of Moody, thinking there’s more Dark wizards.”


“Something has been a little off about him lately,” Hermione said thoughtfully. She paused for a minute, her brows knitting together slightly.


“Perhaps we should talk to Harry and Kingsley about it.”


“Nah, Dad’ll be fine. He knows when he’s had his fill.” Ron rubbed Hugo’s head, making his hair bushier than it already was. “Well, I’m off. I’ll see you soon. You’re coming in shortly, aren’t you?”


“Yes,” Hermione answered as he leaned in to peck her cheek. “I’m just going to stop by the Three Broomsticks to meet someone for the House-Elf –“


“Enough said,” Ron said as he held up his hand to stop her from saying anymore. “See you soon.”


He walked toward the fireplace in the living room. After saying, “The Ministry of Magic,” the flames roared, and he was gone. The young girl looked back to Hermione, who was looking at Rose suspiciously.


“Rose, what are you doing today?” Hermione asked.


“You heard me,” Rose answered with a sigh. “I’m going to be hanging out with Al.”




“What? You don’t believe me?”


“If I were her, I wouldn’t either!” Hugo exclaimed as he poured some water into a goblet.


“No one was talking to you!” Rose said as she glared to Hugo.


“Well, maybe they would if they knew what I knew…”


“What do you know that I don’t, Hugo?” Hermione asked, turning to him.


“Rose would like to know!”


“Yeah, whatever. Aren’t you going to be late for your Muggle convention or whatever?” Rose asked as she rolled her eyes, turning her back toward Hugo.


“She’s right, Hugo. We don’t want to wait. Your granddad has been so excited,” Hermione said. “Besides, you can tell me once we get to the Burrow.”


“I’ll come with you!” Rose exclaimed suddenly as she quickly packed the sandwiches into the bag that was lying on the island behind her. She grabbed it, threw it over her shoulder, and hurried into the living room after Hermione and Hugo.


The young girl watched as Hugo stuck out his tongue at Rose before he disappeared into the green flames. Hermione followed after him, and Rose let out a quick sigh before she followed after the two of them.


Suddenly, the Burrow appeared and a voice called, “I was wondering where you were, Rosie! I was just asking your mom.”


“Yes, he was,” Hermione asked as she folded her arms and looked at Rose and Albus questioningly. “I’m going to fetch Mum and let her know you’re here. I’m sure she needs help de-gnoming the garden and such.”


The young girl noticed Rose’s and Albus’s looks as they glanced at each other. As she looked back at Hermione, there was a small smirk playing on her lips before she started to climb the stairs.


“Well, we better make our move now, or we’ll never get away,” Rose said as she started to head toward the door.


“Who are you? What have you done with the Rosie who tries to keep me from getting into trouble?”


“Learn to love the rebellion, Al. You and James have rubbed off on me, I suppose.”


“Oh, what perfect timing you have!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice began to linger from the stairs.


“Let’s move it,” Albus said as he quickly made his way after Rose.


Molly and Hermione finished their way downstairs and looked around.


“Where did they get off to?” Hermione asked suspiciously.


Chuckling, Molly responded, “They probably went off to see Arthur. Don’t you worry, dear; they’ll come back around. You go to work.”


“There you two are! Thought you two were going to leave me stranded here,” Scorpius said suddenly as the scenery changed into the large field. “I’ve been here for at least a good half hour!”


“What are you on about? You’ve been waiting for probably ten minutes.”


“Yeah, but the ride over was long,” he complained.


“I brought sandwiches. Here,” Rose said as she handed him and Albus a sandwich. “At least one of us remembered to bring food.”


“Thanks,” Scorpius said as he took the sandwich from her.


“How’s your holiday been, Scor?”


“Not bad,” he answered. “Mostly boring though.”


“Same,” Albus and Rose both responded.


“James has been going off and Lily’s been so annoying. All she does is ask questions about Hogwarts.”


“Hugo’s been the same. He’s been begging Mum and Dad to take him to Hogsmeade so he can catch a glimpse.”


“Younger siblings. They sound like a pain.”


They continued to talk for quite a long time. The young girl grew tired of their conversation and began to look around the field again. She still couldn’t help but marvel at the surroundings. It seemed quite familiar to her as she continued to look around.


Without another warning, the area changed, and they were back in Hogwarts. In the Great Hall, the students were sitting at their designated tables. Their heads were turned to look at the group of young students that were standing in front of the High Table.


“Lily Potter!”


A small, red haired girl walked up to the stool and sat down. She had a proud grin on her face. It was almost as if she already knew what House she was going to be sorted into. As suddenly as the Sorting Hat touched her head, it shouted, “GRYFFINDOR!”


The Gryffindor table began to shout. Lily stood from the stool and flitted toward the table without a single doubt.


“Hugo Weasley!”


Hugo quickly made his way up the stool. He swallowed hard as the hat sat on his head. The hat took a little more time to come to a decision. Finally, it shouted, “GRYFFINDOR!”


Some relief seemed to come to him as a lazy smile came to his face. He walked to the table and sat in between Lily and Rose.


“I told you you’d be in Gryffindor!” Lily exclaimed as she hugged him tightly.


“I was nervous for a minute there.”


“As you should’ve been. You could’ve ended in Hufflepuff,” Rose said.


“Stuff it.”


The dining hall vanished, and the young girl stood in a room filled with a few beds. She began to look around, seeing the posters that were hung, the trunks that stood at the end of each bed, and the clothes that hung over them.


“Rose, aren’t you coming? Classes are going to start any moment,” a girl with dark brown hair asked as she looked toward one of the beds.


“No,” Rose answered from under a pile of blankets, “I’m not feeling well. I’ll try to make it later on this afternoon.”




The girl left, closing the door behind her. The young girl could hear the footsteps and then the girls’ voice traveling up the stairs. She looked at Rose, who was still under the covers. Walking closer to the bed, curious as to what was wrong with Rose, she leaned over the bed slightly. Suddenly, Rose sat up quickly, causing the young girl to leap back and let out a shriek.


Rose wasn’t in her robes, but she was already dressed in regular clothing. She grabbed something out of her trunk, sat on her bed, and remained still. The young girl watched Rose curiously, wondering what she was staring at and what she was going to do.


After some more time passed, Rose shot up and sprinted out of the room. The young girl hurried after her. Rose had practically slid down the spiral stairs, dashed through the common room, and hurried through the secret passages. She stooped behind a statue. The young girl stopped as well, panting, wondering how Rose’s breathing wasn’t labored as well as why Rose had stopped.


“Shoo!” Rose hissed. “Get out of here you.”


The young girl stared and noticed the cat that was staring at Rose. A pair of shuffling feet sounded down the hall, and the young girl looked and saw the man that had given Rose and Scorpius detention. Once her attention was back on Rose, she saw Rose crawling on the floor, turning the corner to another hallway. When the young girl followed, she watched Rose soundlessly stand and walk toward a door, slipping inside.


“Mrs. Norris, what did we find?”


It was a couple minutes later when Rose came out of the classroom and made her way down the hallway she was going down before. Another couple of secret passageways and down another hallway, Rose stopped behind one of the columns that stood on either side of the closed, classroom door.


Rose grabbed a piece of parchment out of her pocket, looked at it, and a smirk came to her face. She let out a little whistle and waited. She let out another whistle and waited. Finally, she let out a longer whistle and waited.


After a moment, she moved further out of sight from the door as it opened. The young girl looked to the door and saw Scorpius outside of it, his brows furrowed. Another whistle sounded, and he walked toward the column.


Without a word, Rose jumped out at him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Scorpus flinched slightly before a surprise look came to his face. His hands grabbed her waist as the look on his face filled with curiosity.


“Why aren’t you in class?”


“Come with me!” Rose whispered excitedly.




“I want to go to the lake! Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the classroom.




“If we don’t go now, we’re going to get caught. I don’t want another detention, do you?”


They stood there another moment, and the young girl held her breath as she watched them. Something overcame Scorpius, and he gave into Rose. The young girl couldn’t help but grin and followed them down to the Entrance Hall and onto the grounds. They kept going, remaining silent. Scorpius and Rose would exchange glances every now and then, but never said anything.


Eventually, they made it to the lake, and Rose sat down. Scorpius stood for another moment, looking at Rose. He grabbed a stone and tried skipping it over the lake.


“Well, that was a miserable try,” Rose chuckled.


“Probably wasn’t flat enough,” he said with a shrug. He sat down next to her, and they were surrounded by silence again, until he broke it. “So… Why are we down here? And since when does Rose Weasley skip a class. Especially when it’s so close to exams?”


“What’s with all the questions?”


“Like you didn’t expect questions, Weasley. We hardly speak to each other, unless Al is around, but he’s back in class there.”


“What made you come out when you heard that whistle?” she fired back, her attention turning to him.


“No one else was willing to come look,” he answered.


“Don’t be an arse.”


“Ooooh… Feisty, are we?”


“When it comes to you, Malfoy,” she said, a smirk on her face.


“Huh. Guess I really should follow through with my plan.”


“What plan?”


Without answering, Scorpius stood up and pulled Rose to her feet. He clung to her shoulders and started pushing her toward the lake. Rose began to fight against him.


“Feeding you to the giant squid!”


Their laughter filled the air as they struggled with one another. Right before Rose’s feet could reach the water, she tried to dart out of his reach, but he grabbed her and pulled her close to him. Their bodies were close together, and both of them were grinning. As their eyes locked, their smiles began to melt away as the atmosphere seemed to change. Then, suddenly, Rose reached up and kissed Scorpius.


Pulling away, the two of them looked at each other. Rose’s eyes grew wide after a moment. Her lips parted, as if she was about to say something. Before she said anything, she ran past Scorpius and back toward the school.




Suddenly, the scene whirled, and everything had changed. The young girl was still outside, but she was in an area that looked like a locker room. As she looked around, she saw the people in the room were wearing the uniforms they wore during the last Quidditch match and had all of their brooms. Rose was sitting on a bench away from the rest of the team. Her face was pinched, as if she were trying not to cry.


“See you later, Rosie?” James asked.


She nodded. James left. Thinking that everyone was gone, Rose put her head in her hands and sighed deeply. Keegan walked over and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her back.


“Don’t beat yourself up. It’s not your fault that we lost,” he said gently.


“It kind of is.”


“Well, I’d rather James lose sight of the Snitch than see you get hit by a bludger.”


“If only I could’ve gotten a little lower,” she said with a slight chuckle as she looked to Keegan.


“Don’t sweat it,” Keegan said. “We still have a chance for the big win!”


“Thanks for the pep talk. You didn’t have to.”


“Well, that’s what I’m here for! Besides, I’ve been meaning to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime.”




“Cool,” he said with a smile. “C’mon, let’s go get some post-Quidditch food.”


“Kitchens?” she asked as they began to make their way out of the locker room.


“Probably the best option.”


“You’re not going to leave me to fend for myself again, are you?”


“We’re not pissed drunk are we?”


“Not yet,” she said with a mischievous tone.


“I knew I liked you, Weasley!”


Keegan wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they continued to talk the rest of the way up to the castle.


Suddenly, the scene changed; Rose and Keegan were walking up the stairs when, munching on some snacks.


“I dare you to try this one!” Rose exclaimed as she held out what seemed to be a jellybean.




“Come on! I bet it’s great!”


“No way.”




After a moment, Keegan rolled his eyes, grabbed the jellybean from her, and popped it in his mouth. His face, for a moment, was natural, but then it began to contort. Rose began to crack up.


“What was it?” Rose asked through her chuckles.


“Garlic!” Keegan responded. “If only there were a vampire around…”


A suspicious look came over his face, and when Rose looked at him, her mouth dropped open. She ran up the stairs as fast as she could, Keegan following after her quickly.


“Vampire Rose, don’t you want to taste my blood?!”


“You’re gross!” Rose squealed as she made it to the flat hall. As she was about to begin sprinting down, Keegan caught her arm and pulled her to him. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, his garlic breath invading her personal space.


Suddenly, a loud noise sounded nearby, and someone began walking down the hall. The young girl’s attention turned to see Scorpius. He paused as his attention went to Rose and Keegan, who were still close together. A strange look came to his face, and his mouth turned into a scowl. He cleared his throat.


Glancing toward Scorpius, Rose’s face grew hot. Keegan smiled at Scorpius. “What’s up, Malfoy?”


“I’m trying not to hurl,” Scorpius answered.


“Keep on walking then.”


Rose bit her lip and looked away from Scorpius. She grabbed Keegan’s arm. “Let’s go find James.”


“He’s in the Room of Requirement, hosting a party.”


“Great!” Rose responded as she began to pull Keegan down the hall.


“Do you have a second, Rose?”


“Sure,” she said. Biting her lip again, she looked at Keegan again. “I’ll meet you there, okay? Get me a drink?”


“You got it!”


When the loud noise appeared and disappeared again, Rose turned back to Scorpius, her eyes looking anywhere else. Scorpius continued to look at Rose.


“Well, are you going to say anything, or are we just going to stand here?”


“What are you doing?”


“What do you mean?” she asked pointedly, her eyes finally looking at her.


“You’re hanging around him again? After he left you to get in trouble by yourself?”


“That was last year. People change, you know.”




“What’s wrong with you?”


“Nothing,” Scorpius answered.


“Then stop it. You shouldn’t even care what I do.”


“I just don’t want you getting in trouble.”


“Worry about yourself.”


“Fine. Next time he leaves you alone, I won’t be there to help you!”


“I never asked for your help in the first place, Scorpius. Let’s go back to how it used to be – pretend nothing ever happened.”


“And what did happen, Rose?”


She glared at him, her eyes watering. Her face began to become redder, and her hands balled into fists. “Nothing.”


Turning on her heel, she quickly made her way to the Room of Requirement. Once she entered, she was greeted with cheers. A small smile came to her lips, but it quickly waned when the door opened again behind her and she saw Scorpius. He looked at her for a moment and turned to make his way to Albus, who was near the fireplace with a couple of his other friends.


“Where’s the Firewhisky when you need it?” Rose mumbled.


“Just a goblet away!” Keegan exclaimed as he poured some in a goblet in front of her.


“You’re a lifesaver,” she responded, her attention turning away from Scorpius.


“Glad to be! Now that I’m your lifesaver, may I ask you something?”


Rose giggled. “You could’ve asked me before you earned the title.”


“Well, I thought it may give me a better chance.”




“Of you saying yes to go to Hogsmeade with me. It’s coming up, you know.”


“Hmm…,” Rose said as she rolled her eyes to the ceiling, tapping her chin as if she were thinking. Finally, she looked at Keegan and grinned, “Of course!”


“Fantastic! A drink to our date!”


Rose’s mouth turned into a small “O” before a grin crossed her face and her eyes sparkled with glee.


The warm glow of the Room of Requirement left and was replaced with a snow-covered ground and brightly lit windows of shops. Students and other shoppers were bustling around the street. After a moment, the young girl finally caught a glimpse of Rose. She was standing next to Keegan, looking into a window that had a display of brooms.


“Look at it! What a beauty!” Rose admired.


“That it is,” Keegan responded with a smile.


The young girl looked at him, noticing that he wasn’t looking at the brooms in the window, but at Rose. Letting out a small sigh, Rose turned to Keegan. She noticed the way he was looking at her, and she blushed slightly, ducking her head and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.


“Where to next?” she asked softly.


“Honeydukes? Three Broomsticks? Shrieking Shack?”


“The Shrieking Shack?”


He shrugged. “Not a lot of people go there because of those old legends.”


“How about a Butterbeer? It’s getting a little chilly…”


“A Butterbeer it is!” he exclaimed.


They began to walk down the street, weaving in and out of the crowd. Eventually, they made it into the Three Broomsticks, and Rose went to try and find a table while Keegan went to the bar to grab the drinks. As she was searching, Rose reached a table where Albus was sitting.


“Rosie!” Albus said, a grin coming to his face. He instantly stood up and wrapped her in a hug. “Where have you been?! I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!”


“Hey, Al. Oh, you know, just around.”


“I hear you and Keegan are hanging around each other quite a bit.”


“And where did you hear that from?”


“Oh, you know, just around,” he answered flippantly.


“Ha, ha,” she said dryly, a small smile still on her face. “But, yeah, we have been. He’s actually getting us drinks right now.”


“How gentleman-like,” a snarky voice said behind her.


Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she saw Scorpius. She rolled her eyes as she turned back to Albus, who looked from Scorpius to Rose curiously.


“I can’t believe how packed it is in here,” Keegan said as he walked over with the two Butterbeers in his hands. “Is there a free table?”


“I haven’t seen any,” Rose answered.


“You can sit with us, if you’d like,” Albus offered.


“Thanks, Potter,” Keegan said as he set the mugs down.


Keegan sat down, and Rose followed suit, sitting next to him. Albus sat down, and Scorpius plopped down like he was a throw pillow.

“Are you guys getting ready for that match against Hufflepuff?”


“They’re Hufflepuff,” Scorpius scoffed.


“Their Chasers have been really up to par from what I hear. Probably in the best shape the Hufflepuff team has seen in decades.”


“I’ve heard that too,” Rose added before taking a deep sip of her Butterbeer.


As Keegan and Albus continued to talk about Quidditch, Scorpius stood up and walked through the crowd toward the bar again. The young girl watched after him, puzzled. She didn’t understand why he was in such an odd mood.


Rose watched Scorpius through the window. He paused and looked at her, their eyes searching one another’s. Before too long, Rose turned back to the conversation with Keegan and Albus.


“I’d better see where Scorpius went off to,” Albus said as he stood from the table. “I’ll see you later, Rosie.”


“Bye,” Rose and Keegan said.


Suddenly, Keegan wrapped his arm around Rose, his hand resting on her waist. He rested his head upon hers for a moment as they sat in silence. Before long, Rose squirmed slightly and took another sip of her Butterbeer.


“Did I thank you for the Butterbeer?”


“You’re welcome,” he answered. “Thank you for coming here with me. I’m sure you had other plans, especially with it being your first official Hogwarts trip.”


“I actually wasn’t planning to at all, but I’m glad I did.”


“Me too.”


The scene suddenly began to change, and the young girl was back on the snowy grounds of Hogwarts. Keegan and Rose seemed to be making their way back from their trip. They were talking about something though because the young girl could see their breath.


Before they reached the Entrance Hall, Rose slowed down slightly, letting Keegan get ahead of her. When he didn’t notice that she wasn’t right next to her, Rose bent down and scooped up some snow in her glove-covered hand. She quickly stepped back up to him, stood on the tips of her toes, and threw the ball of snow onto his head.


“Hey!” he hollered as a shiver ran through him. Rose started laughing, and he looked at her in surprise. It wore off shortly though because a mischievous look came to his face. “You’re going to regret that Weasley.”


“Only if you can catch me!”


Grabbing a handful of snow, Keegan began to run after Rose, who had already taken a head start. Rose turned around and began to run backwards, watching Keegan. He threw the snowball he had at her, but she easily dodged it.


“It’s going to take more than that!” she cried with a laugh.


“You better get a move on then!” he shouted back as he started to run at her faster.


Rose let out another shrill laugh as she turned around. As she was about to head toward the cobbled path that led to the Entrance Hall, Keegan had reached her. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled her to the ground. Landing softly, Rose continued to giggle, Keegan falling beside her.


“Merlin! What a hoot,” Rose said as her last few chuckles softened.


She looked at Keegan, who was looking at her. A small smile was on his face. The young girl watched them, wondering why they weren’t moving or why they weren’t saying anything. Rose’s cheeks seemed be a little more red than they were before.


“You’re a hoot,” Keegan said softly, almost too quiet that the young girl couldn’t hear. Then, without warning, he leaned down and kissed Rose on the lips.


A strange mixture of emotions filled the young girl instantly. She was happy for Rose. She was horrified of what was happening in front of her eyes. She was sad. She was in shock. Her eyes remained on them as Keegan broke away, but she didn’t really notice. All she could do was try to decipher why she wasn’t just happy for Rose and that be that.


Before the young girl could try and fill her thoughts with answers, different images began swimming around her. They were mainly of Rose and Keegan, the Quidditch games, and parties. A minute passed, and a cloud of smoke cleared all of the whirling pictures.


The young girl looked around, and she realized they were back at Platform 9 and ¾. Looking around, she noticed that all of the students were pushing their trolley’s of things around toward their families. It must have been the end of term.


“I’ll come visit you! And you can come visit me. It’ll be a great summer,” Keegan said as he was leaning against one of the stoned walls.


“I can’t wait for it,” Rose said as she leaned up and kissed him with a smile. “I better go meet my family, or they’ll come looking for me.”


“I could always go with you.”




“Why?” Keegan asked, his brows furrowed, yet he seemed to have a knowing smile.


“We’ve already discussed this, Keeg,” Rose answered.


“I know. I just like teasing you. Send me an owl, okay? We could always meet at James’s.”


“Okay! I’ll miss you.”


“I’ll miss you.”


Rose wrapped her arms around Keegan tightly, resting her head on his chest. When she pulled away, she smiled slightly, kissed him again, and then walked away, her trolley following behind her. As she was walking away, tears filled her eyes.


“Chin up, Weasley!” Keegan called after her.


Turning, Rose looked at him and smiled, the tears still in her eyes. She wiped them away quickly and turned to walk the way she was going before.


“There you are, Rosie!” Ron’s voice filled the station as Rose walked into view. “Where were you?”


“I was having some trouble with my bag,” Rose lied. She instantly bit her lip, her eyes turning elsewhere. “James’s friend, Keegan Galway, stayed behind to help me.”


“That was nice of him,” Hermione said with a small smile. “Did you say Galway?”


Rose nodded.


“Do you know them, ‘Mione?”


“Yes, and so do you, Ronald.”




“Can we go now? I’m starving! Is Grandmum making her famous welcome home spread?”


“Of course! Pretty sure she’s making all the favorites.”


“Thank Merlin!”

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