Stars Hold Our Fate (SCOROSE) ~ Editing ~

Drunken Nights

Rose's POV

"That was a draw," Scorpius snapped.

"Hugo won!" I insisted. "Now gimme them ten galleons!"

"Hey, the deal was five. And he cheated! Karl was there the entire time, just—"

I clicked my tongue loudly. Impatiently. Grinning. Holding out my white outstretched palm which, damn, it looked like an ugly white plant in this lighting. "No one said it would be easy."

"No one said what would be easy?"

"Losing!" I barked a laugh in his face. Tipping brightly to the side, I made an impatient motion with my hand. "Come on! Don't be a fun sucker, you owe me ten galleons."

"Five galleons! And you didn't see the game properly," Scorpius argued. "You had five bottles of butterbeer, remember?"

"I would have more, if I wasn't already drunk on victory." Was it just me, or were my words slurring? "Bam!"

Scorpius stared at me as if I was crazy. After a long moment, he finally he reached into his pocket and pulled out five galleons.

Slowly, he set them on my palm.

"Good boy," I said, shuffling the galleons in my hand. "Ooh! It's jingly!"

"I get half that share!" Hugo called to me, leaning back in his chair at the wizard chess table.

I turned and tossed two of the galleons at him. He caught it in mid air, slipping it into his pocket.

I looked at the three galleons still in my palm and giggled, "It's corn!" I sprinkled it around me.

Scorpius's eyes widened in alarm, "Don't throw the money around!" He swooped down and snatched the galleons off the floor and shoved them into my hands. "Now come on, I have to find Charles."

He grabbed my arm and started walking.

"Don't be a grandma!" I shook myself from his grip. "Zabizzi is fine! Probably somewhere with Lily flower."

A mummy passed with a tray of butterbeer and I grabbed a bottle, uncorking it with my teeth and pouring it into my mouth. Some spilled around my chin and I wiped it carelessly.

Scorpius saw the bottle and snatched it out of my hand, throwing it over his shoulder.

"I wasn't down with that!"

"He's with Potter?"

"Yeah!" I shouted. "He asked her to the Halloween party in the Room of Requirement."

"We're at the Halloween party in the Room of Requirement," Scorpius said irritably.

"Oh," I said, staring up at him. As I did, his head started to grow. It grew so large that his forehead was the size of Frankenstein's—no. Ten times the size! A thousand times the size!

I giggled, "You know, you look funny. Real funny."

Frankenstein scowled, and started dragging me across the dance floor again muttering, "...drunk on butterbeer—how can anyone get drunk on butterbeer? It's butterbeer, for Merlin's sake!"

"Does it actually have butter in it?"

"Yes, and it has an extremely high percentage of alcohol. Enormously high."

"Yeah. It tastes good, doesn't it?"

"What're you asking me for? You're the one who drank six bottles of it!" He scoffed.

"Snow White and the six dwarves!"

"Who the hell is—" Scorpius stopped shortly at the doors of the Room of Requirement, frowning deeply. "Someone should invent a sober spell."

"I know a spell!" I yelled.

"Shut up, you'll draw attention."

"Abracadabra!" I flung my arms up at him, thinking of the giant pumpkin in Cinderella. I even included the jazz hands. That should cap the spell for sure, right? Right.

But nothing happened.

     Scorpius's eye twitched briefly. I wondered if I had said the incantation wrong or something like that. Where was the pumpkin? He took a few long, deep breaths. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but his face looked quite pained. Maybe he needed the bathroom.

"Abracadabra?" he repeated in a low voice.

"Do you need to go? Oh, that's alright, I can show you. Don't go here."

"What are you talking about—go where?"

"I mean, if the pumpkin had appeared, you could've just gone there. I don't know why it didn't work."

"Oh, for the love of Merlin!" He kicked the doors open, grabbing my arm and marching out into the cold dark corridors. Our footsteps seemed to echo with every step we took—like a song! He was dragging me in a first-person view like a muffle music video also, so that was cool.

"Yo—this place is spooky."

He stomped out of the school—his footsteps were really loud—and it seemed like he was heading for the Pitch. It looked a dead green in the pale moonlight.

As we reached the Gryffindor bleachers, Scorpius carefully sat me down next to him, "You okay there?"

My head started spinning and I found myself leaning towards him, "Where's Hugo?"

"Hugo's in the bathroom."

"Is he having fun?"

He laughed, "Oh, yeah! Tons of fun."

"Good for him."

The night was peaceful. No clouds filled the sky, leaving scattered stars all over the darkened night.

"Now," I felt Scorpius rummaging. "Let's clean up these stains."

He took out a long stick and began muttering a few incantations. Lights sparked from the stick.

"There," he put away the stick. "That did it."

His arms wrapped around me and I smiled, snuggling against him, "You're warm."

"Thanks."

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

There was a silence. I glanced at him to see he was smiling.

"Yes, I would."

"Yay..." I yawned, pressing my face against his shoulder as I slowly drifted from consciousness.