"Sc-scorpius," I stammer, my eyes bulging out of my head as I stare at the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on in front of me.
 
 

“I’ll have you know, Malfoy,” I jab a finger in his chest to prove my point more and he looks down at me. “I am adored by every damn person. Except you and your loser friends.”
“Wow, Weasley, it’s a wonder your brain can function with that huge ego taking up all the room.”

Hugo and his friends strut at the rear of the crowd, obviously thinking they’re some sort of fourth year gods, and I narrow my eyes at his back.
Oh, he is so dead.

“Um… where’s Zoe?”
He shrugs and Amy bounces up and down in his arms. “Not really her sort of thing.”
“Oh,” I let it go quiet again for a few more steps. I flash a look at Scorpius to see if he’s still annoyed with me. “What about Al?”
Scorpius rolls his eyes. “Not really his either.”
I nod. “Uhuh. And Alice?”

"We,” he corrects and, pathetic as it is, my heart does a little flip at this. I sit up straighter, more alert now. Scorpius lets out a short laugh. “We’re partners now, right?”

Rose Weasley is distracting me. Again.