Scorpius and Rose

Chapter 11- Hogsmeade

A few days later everything goes back to normal, or as normal as things can be when you see a werewolf. Scorpius gets out of the infirmary and we celebrate by finishing the boatload of homework we both have.

As we work on our Transfiguration homework Scorpius says "Miss Moone said you were at my bed night and day."

I blush a little, then nod. I haven't done much talking the last few days, and I think Scorpius is starting to worry. I can't stop thinking about that werewolf. Hogwarts is supposed to be protected from them.

Scorpius waves his hand in front of my face. "Hello? Anybody in there?"

I nod. He doesn't accept my answer, so I say "Yeah, I'm here." I look at his eyes which today are more blue than grey. I smile, thinking of that night on the roof...

"Hello. Earth to Rose!" Scorpius says, snaking his fingers in front of my face.

"Huh?" I snap back to reality. "Sorry. I got distracted."

"Obviously." He snorts.

I smile at him and turn back to my homework.

"Night and day," Scorpius repeats.

"Yes! Night and day! Now can you focus?" I snap.

He grins devilishly. "Hm. I don't think I want to."

"Ugh." I lay my head on the table. "We're not getting any homework done tonight, are we?" I groan.

"Now, why would you think that?" He says, feigning innocence.

I grin. "Oh, I don't know."

He grins back. "Hogsmeade?"

"Tonight?" I ask.

"Yep."

"Like, right now?"

"Yep."

I sigh heavily. "Oh, why not?"

Scorpius laughs. "Exactly my point."

He grabs his forest green messenger bag from the back of his chair. We sneak out through the passage behind the one-eyed witch, using the invisibility cloak to shield us from prying eyes and to make sure Miss Cod doesn't catch us.

I grudgingly follow him out of Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade. I wrap my jacket close to my body in the freezing tunnel. Before opening the trap door in Honeydukes we make sure that nobody's there. No footsteps can be heard. Peeking up we see the light on, but nobody seems to be in the room. Quietly, we make our way upstairs, invisible.

We slip past the worker and the counter. We make our way out of Honeydukes and down the block before entering the Three Broomsticks. Before we do so we take off the Invisibility Cloak and put it in his bag, brushing the snow off of it.

We buy two butterbeers and I lead us to a booth as far away from the door as possible. We each take a seat, Scorpius sliding across the table from me. Peculiar. I lean my back against the wall and stretch my legs across the seat. He remains sitting up in a more formal position, and I frown a little. It's unlike him to be so formal. Usually, he's the one to stretch out first. He rolls his glass in between his hands, something he doesn't usually do unless he's nervous.

I sit forward, his nervousness making me nervous. "What is it?" I demand.

"What?" He asks, setting his butterbeer down and reddening a little.

I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously and sit back.

He opens his mouth, then closes it again, a look of wistfulness in his eyes.

"What?!" I demand.

"I- it's nothing!" He says defensively.

"I've known you for four years and you expect me to think it's nothing?"

"Well- well, there's this- well, it's- well,"

"Oh my god. Spill!" I say, leaning forward again.

"Well, " he grins sheepishly at me as I glare at him. "It's- it's. There's a girl."

"WHAT?!" I yell and the few people in the Three Broomsticks looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Stop making this harder for me!" He whines.

"Fine." I glare at him and sit back. "Go on."

"You see, this girl, well-" he clears his throat."I kinda like her." He looks down at the table, blushing profusely.

"Oh." Inside I feel like a deflated balloon, but I try to hide it. "What's her name?"

"Well," Scorpius says blushing even more than he already was, "she's- she's- well- her name is Rose," He doesn't look up at me.

"Me?" I ask. I feel as if all the wind has been knocked out of me. I can't even breathe, let alone talk. I open and close my mouth, probably looking like a fish while Scorpius rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. At last, I regain my breath. "Yes."

He looks up at me, confused. "What?"

I smile at him. "Yes, I'll go out with you."

He blushes even more and downs his butterbeer in one gulp. "Want some more?" He asks, pointing at my half-empty glass. I nod. We stay there for an hour or two more, dancing around us now dating.

When we finally leave the light has faded from the sky and only a hint of the purple is left. The night air is cold against my face and my hair whips at me. I can't seem to keep a smile off my face as I walk next to Scorpius. He carefully clasps his hand in mine and I let him. We walk side by side back to Hogwarts through the tunnel, holding hands.

⋯

I grin as I lay in bed, unable to sleep. The feeling of giddiness is overwhelming me. I can't believe it! He asked me out!!! Well, sort of. But it still counts! My only problem in the whole world is how Dad will feel.

I sit up in bed, suddenly worried. How will he feel? Will he throw a fit again? Will he not care? Will he be happy for me?! How will my friends feel? How will Mum feel? How will anyone feel?? Will everyone hate me? Will they think less of me? Will they be disappointed and tell me I can do better?

Stop it, I chide myself. It'll be fine.

With that thought, I slowly drift into a dreamless sleep.

...

"Hey," Scorpius says as I walk down the hall towards Divination, "Meet me in the library during lunch."

"Okay. Bye babe," I say teasingly. He blushes and waves, darting away, in the wrong direction. I laugh. "It's a miracle that boy hasn't gotten lost already," I say to myself.

"Who?" A voice says to my left. I whirl in that direction and see a girl with auburn hair and huge green eyes walking next to me.

"Oh. Just my friend." I say with a small smile.

"That boy with the blonde hair?" She asks.

"Yes," I say carefully. I glance at her robes. Weird. Ravenclaw. Why don't I know her? "What year are you in?"

"Oh, I'm in fourth. I just like to keep to myself." She says, nodding. I notice that she has a copy of the Quibbler in her hands, a magazine written by my friend's mum Luna Scamander about all sorts of crazy stuff.

"Oh. Okay," I say as we arrive in divination. I sit at a desk, grab some parchment, and stare at the clock.

All too soon, class is over and I am thrown into the craziness that is pre-lunch hallways. If you thought Muggle school was bad before lunch, try going to a magic school with levels and 142 staircases that move around on their own accord. It's horrible, but I manage to shove and push my way through the crowd to the library.