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I, Rose Weasley, had an enormous, eternal crush on a Malfoy. The world would end if anyone knew.
“At least one of the Gryffindors has some sense. No wonder they made her Head Girl.”
His cool, smooth voice penetrated the anger inside of me and I watched as Ada turned around to face her boyfriend.
I sat with my hands folded and my eyes forward. I could see Scorpius slither into the seat beside me with my peripheral vision, but I didn’t look at him.
He seemed so much more real, more human, than I’d expected.
“Apparently, the Slytherin Common Room had a bit of a show this morning."
“Are you okay?” a cool, charming voice asked.
“What if I gave you something to tell them?”
“I suppose you could tell them that you have a boyfriend now, if you’d like.”
With hot, angry tears sticking to my scarlet cheeks, I turned to him. His arms were already outstretched, waiting for me to collapse into him.
Jeanette turned on her bedside lamp and glanced around anxiously. “Okay, so Rox has been keeping something from you.”
“Sometimes I come here when I don’t want to be around people, when I want to be by myself..."
I tried to answer, but no sound came from my mouth; I could only manage a sharp intake of breath.
"You should also note that it is a merchandise sale, not merely a T-shirt sale; we’ll be making buttons and stickers as well."
“Oh this is too good! Scorpy, did you know that your precious Weasley doesn’t like Quidditch?”
“You think they’re here to meet you or to watch Scorpius play?” Lily asked, leaning toward me, her voice barely above a whisper. I shrugged.
I think my heart stopped. I couldn’t remember how to speak; it felt like my vocal cords were frozen.
“Sorry about her, Weasley. It won’t happen again—and you can let Scorpius know that she’ll be leaving him alone from now on, too.”
“Um, hello?” Jeanette sat on the edge of my bed, flailing her hairbrush about. We turned our attention to her. “I’m a little hung up on the much bigger issue—Rosie and Scorpius are saying the ‘L’ word, and we weren’t informed of it!”
“Malfoys,” he said, drawing himself up with a pseudo mask of arrogance, “do not stalk.”
Part Twenty One
He stood in front of me, tall and beautiful, his eyes understanding and concerned. He reached his arms out to me, and I stepped forward into them.
Part Twenty Two
It was a good thing Al wasn’t up here because Jeanette was not an attractive crier.
Part Twenty Three
I turned to Scorpius and my eyes met his. I smiled. Today would be wonderful.
Part Twenty Four
“Trust me, Rose.”
Part Twenty Five
“Mum wants to meet your parents at the St. Mungo’s party.”
Part Twenty Six
But Scorpius was different—he wasn’t taking advantage, and we’d been dating for a while, and he wasn’t at all pushy. He was just… Scorpius: a good kisser and an even better boyfriend. I trusted him.
Part Twenty Seven
I looked at his pale skin, stretched tight over the muscles in his torso. I traced our names with my fingertips on his abdomen. Then I traced I love you.
Part Twenty Eight
“Rose Weasley, you’re good at Quidditch, aren’t you?”
Part Twenty Nine
Curiosity may’ve killed the cat, but I’m taking my own turn at it.
Dad’s face was getting red, but he hadn’t drawn his wand, so I figured that was a good sign.
Part Thirty One
"We're home," I said, grabbing my brother's arm and squeezing it.
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