Time to face the consequences. 

Joy.

I sighed.

Then I jump back on Al’s back, and yell, “Giddee-Up Horsie!!!” probably waking up the other boys, and confirming Malfoy’s earlier statement(s). Al chuckled, grabbed my legs and re-started the trek down to the Great Hall.

“WAIT!” I scream again when we reach the common room.

“WHAT?” Al yells.

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you’d have stopped,” I grinned cheekily.

“Well in that case, I probably won’t see you all,” I nodded toward my RC friends with my chin, “After I leave.”

“Why’s that?” asked Malfoy curiously.

“Because she sleeps around,” stated Via.

I wrinkled my nose, as Al objected to the way she worded that sentence.

“Well, class is dismissed, but I hope that everyone will fight exactly the same way as Rose and Scorpius, here, “He said, “But don’t kill each other,” He added as an afterthought.

So he had noticed.

Huh.

Anyway.

He groaned, “Just five more minutes, Ro.”

“Five more minutes my arse, I will dump a bucket of ranch dressing on you if you don’t get up in. THREE. TWO.”

He was up.

“See you later Lou,” I said.

Liv sat on the bed beside me, and smiled at me.

I stared.

Liv hadn’t smiled at me since Al’s Second Screw-Up!

Something must have gone right, this time!
 

Dom immediately noticed when I stopped walking.

Maybe she didn’t take the potion.

Hey yes you are Rose, you broke those chairs just to worry them.

Yeah Rose, but that was to worry them.

I know Rose, that’s just what I said.

But really, I’m not that destructive!

What about that time whe-

I am losing it.

“Do you like it?” Dom asked Xander sweetly.

Lysander smiled and nodded.

“Dom, n-” I tried.

SPLAT!

Oh dear.

He swung at me.

I, having amazing reflexes born from growing up with James and Fred and Quidditch, ducked and swung my bat at his arm.
I would have gone with head, but I am not a murderer.

No matter what my cousins claim.

“Yeah, Peeves! GO GET ‘EM!!” I cheered, clapping my hands and whooping.

Peeves winked at me and fired another round of paintballs at the couple, who were trying desperately to stay paint free and glaring at me.

“Whatcha doing?” Megan asked, coming up from behind me.

“Watching a show,” I replied nonchalantly, not taking my eyes off the neon paint splattered Slytherins.

Isn't the chapter title soo decieving? This is the beginning of the climax. Read on, young ones.

That is so not true.
De-nial. Herb sang.

I'm back?
 

“How do I look?”
“Properly snogged,” He answered smugly, sitting up and giving me a slow once-over.
“But I’m not supposed to look properly snogged!” I protested.
“So you admit you were properly snogged?” He asked.
 

“You do not attempt to keep me from dragons. I have been around them longer than you, I am prettier than you, I am more talented than you, and they like me better. Not to mention that I’m your boss’s favourite niece.”
 
 
 
 

“You suck,” Al muttered immaturely.

“You know it,” I said cheerfully, stabbing my fork into my hashbrown and pushing the entire thing into my mouth before chasing it with some ketchup.

“You got me socks?!” Malfoy cut Al off indignantly, waving around the green socks I’d gotten him for Christmas. “Really?! I at least got you a book –I may not know if you’ll like it, but it’s a book.”

“You got me Goodnight Moon.” I said dryly. “I liked it when I was four.”
 

I had a free period next, and I could either change, or be lazy and go lay outside, probably falling asleep in the snow and missing the rest of my classes.

“ALLY, WE’RE GOING OUTSIDE!”
 

“We all decided as a group that it’s high time you and Malfoy got your stuff together and, well, got together.”
 

Scorpius said not-so helpfully and in three seconds flat, he was covered in chewed fruit.
 

We mind-voices like to mix it up a little bit too, you know, Herb patronized me.
 

 “Yo—Eric,” I hissed at her and she blinked, turning her blue-eyed gaze on me.

“My names’ Erica.”