Rose and Scorpius just can't get along for one minute. Even if its only at breakfast.

“You UN-prove it,” I countered lamely. He simply looked at me. “How exactly am I supposed to prove I’m not boring?”

“I don’t know,” He said as if this thought had never occurred to him. It probably hadn’t. “Stop taking notes for once, kiss a boy, annoy the Whomping Willow, take a bath in the Black Lake, run down the corridor naked, whatever you see fit,”

“Is that something you’d wish to share with the class, Mr Malfoy?” Came the annoyed voice of Professor Norton.

“You talk to Scorpius Malfoy?”

“Oh, my god, he talked to you!”

“Did you hear that? He called her Rosie!”

“Alright, alright,” I tried to shush their immature behaviour towards boys. “It’s not that miraculous.”

She pretended to look him up and down for a moment, (actually, knowing Angie she probably did take the chance to look him up and down) and then told him casually, “You’re probably about a seven or eight...”

“Nine,” I muttered automatically and then covered my mouth with both my hands.

“What about you, Rosie? Where are your boyfriends?”

I swear, if I could have killed Scorpius without going to Azkaban, I would have. He looked just so... so smug. So what if I hadn’t had any proper boyfriends?

I quickly shot a glare in his direction and then turned back to Molly.

“Hello!” James grumbled. “I’ve still got problems.”

“I know that,” I muttered under my breath. Al high-fived me and James slapped me on the arm at the same time.

“Seriously, what am I going to do about Tory and Ted?”

“Make them a present, Jay,” I smiled at him. “Now I’m going to talk to people I actually like, goodbye.”

Victoire chose that moment to make eye-contact with us and grinned as tears sprung to her eyes too. Rose beamed back at her and I put my thumbs up as encouragement.

When she turned back to face her soon-to-be husband, Victoire sighed dramatically in an ‘I can’t believe he can’t do one simple thing when I’m not there’ and reached forwards to re-tie Teddy’s tie. He grinned stupidly at her.

“You know I would answer you anything, Rose.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he confirmed seriously.

“Well, I’m going to use that to my advantage later,” I mumbled teasingly.

“I’m great,” I replied as he placed me back on my feet. He was the only one who got away with calling me that, just as I was the only one (apart from his mother) who could call him Georgie. “How’s business?”

“Much better now that Hogwarts has been let loose for the day.”

“It’s not as if she just announced she’s going to marry the poor boy,” Uncle Harry tried to reason.

“She better not!” My father scoffed.

My eyebrows pulled together. Sometimes my dad was so narrow-minded.

“Sorry we’re late,” I told them all as my mother stood up to embrace me.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Astoria smiled as she gave Scorpius a kiss on the cheek and his father shook his hand. “Your mother and I were having a lovely time catching up.”

I looked at Scorpius over my fathers shoulder as we hugged, and we both smirked. Catching up? More like trying to stop the conversation from going dead.

“I thought you were her deep dark secret?” Alice asked seriously.

“I was,” He looked proud of himself, smirking at me. “But that’s old news now.”

“So what’s the secret?” Dom evidently couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“Stop with the lovey-dovey ness,” Roxanne told us seriously, but there was still amusement in her voice.

Her eye roll and tone reminded me of someone suddenly and, instead of addressing her, I blurted, “Hey, where’s Dom?”

A wolf whistle went round the group, and Alice raised her eyebrows suggestively at me.

My own crinkled in confusion as Scorpius asked, “What does that mean?”