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Rose Weasley's Guide to Life by moonymayhem
Chapter 10 : On: Dinners With Neville
 
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On: Dinners with Neville





After Scorpius marched off, I had no reason to stay at the party anymore. I felt like a right twat, and had absolutely no desire to stand around wondering if everything I’d ever thought about anybody was completely wrong. I’m Rose Weasley. I’m supposed to be smart. Socially inept, on the right path to being a cat lady, and plagued with cankles and spotty skin, yes, but smart. That was the one thing I always had going for myself. Scorpius may as well have slapped me across the face. That’s what his words did. But I wasn’t angry at him. I was angry at myself for not seeing this. I was angry at myself for not understanding that my judgment was so clouded by my own imagination that it was now impossible for me to tell what had been a genuine reaction to a person and what had all been in my head.

Like that moment, for instance. I stared at Scorpius as his blonde head disappeared back into the crowd. He easily mingled with the people around him. He smiled and his white teeth shone even in the dark room. My instinct would be to think that Scorpius told me the things he did because he was annoyed at me, sick of my antics, and taking one for the Verminus team. But what if he wasn’t? What if he—maybe he was—he told me that he realised that a drunk mind does speak a sober heart. Scorpius Malfoy is not a ninny, and even he can put two and two together and realise that that would mean that I really did want to snog him. But why would he want to tell me that? The old Rose would jump to conclusions and think that he was trying to embarrass me, but what if he wanted me to realise that he knew I wanted to snog him? What if he… fancied me?

I may have been right and I may have been wrong, but what I was then realising was that I wanted Scorpius to fancy me.

Did that mean I fancied Scorpius?

Maybe now you’re getting a better picture of why I had to leave that party. Fine, so maybe I’d admitted it to myself. I fancied Scorpius Malfoy. Congratulations, the truth comes out. Too bad I was in absolute and utter denial after that horrible snogging catastrophe.

The next morning I woke up and felt much better. I was at peace with my realisation. I was now at the point where I could acknowledge that I maybe fancied the bloke a wee bit, but I could set my fancy down and walk away from it, like when people push their problems aside to be able to make it through the bigger picture. Alright, I had a stupid crush on Scorpius Malfoy, but it didn’t need to dominate my life.

I felt confident and collected for one of the first times in…well, basically in my entire Hogwarts career, as I walked down to the Great Hall with Ariadne the next morning for breakfast.

“I can’t believe you left so early! You must be mad,” she was saying. “I would’ve stayed until they kicked me out of the place.” She laughed.

We found empty seats at the Gryffindor table and sat down. Not soon after we started digging in did Lily and Lucy arrive.

“Could you, erm, go elsewhere for a minute?” Lily said to Ariadne. “We need to have a bit of a meeting, you know, just for cousins.”

“Er—alright.” Ariadne slowly pushed her chair out and stood up.

“Lily, that was kind of rude,” I said to her.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “You don’t even like her anyway.”

I glanced down the table, and saw that Ariadne had already made herself comfortable bothering some fourth-years several seats away.

“Anyways, we have something important to discuss with you, so if you wouldn’t mind hurrying up,” Lily said, raising her eyebrows instead of finishing her sentence.

“Why can’t you just tell me here?” I asked, shoving a piece of sausage into my mouth.

“Because!” Lucy said quickly. “Because it’s… very, very private.”

I kept eating. They were still hovering over me like dementors on a sad person.

“Can you two give me some bleeding—” I started.

“Hurry up!” Lily shouted.

“Christ, alright, alright, I’m finished.” At least according to Lily I was. I reluctantly followed them back up to the Gryffindor fourth year girls’ dormitory. “Honestly, what would you two do without me? You’re always needing my help.”

But the L’s weren’t listening. They were too busy checking every nook and cranny of the room: under beds, in drawers, behind dressers.

“What are you two doing?” I asked, slightly baffled.

“Looking for any eavesdroppers!” Lily cried in a harsh whisper.

“In dresser drawers?” I asked, mainly to myself. I knew I wouldn’t get a coherent answer from Loony Lily.

“Okay, coast seems to be clear,” Lily said.

“Agreed.”

The two sat down on Lucy’s bed, and I sat on the bed next to it, facing them.

“Okay, well,” Lucy started. She then glanced at the cousin next to her. “Erm—Lil, want to start?”

“Fine. First, when’s your next tutoring session with Scorpius?” she asked, a look of feigned innocent curiosity spread across her face.

“My next tutoring session with Scorpius?” I repeated.

“Yup. When is it?” Lily asked, still acting innocently curious.

“Er… Why?”

“Well,” she said slowly, looking at Lucy. “At last night’s party—”

“You know, Lil, I think I can tell it. I feel comfortable—I can do it.”

Lily nodded, acquiesing. “Alright.”

Lucy sighed, as sthough she was about to talk about the debilitating disease she’d just been diagnosed with. “Okay, at the party last night, Scorpius and I, we sort of—”

“You didn’t see because you left early,” Lily added, butting in and saying it like I’d bloody Avada Kedavra’d someone. Lucy, meanwhile, gave her a scowl. “Right, sorry, go on.”

“Scorpius and I got to talking a bit. And I—this is really hard for me to say, but…” Lucy stopped.

“She fancies Scorpius,” Lily said quickly.

Lucy’s cheeks flushed red and she stared at her hands in her lap. “I fancy Scorpius.”

“Oh,” was all I said.

But she didn’t hear me and continued. “And since you’re tutoring him…I thought you could maybe talk to him for me. Because… Rose, I’ve fancied him for a while, and we talked for, like, a really long time last night, but he never made a move, or anything, so I just—would you—even if you’d just, you know, mention my name and see his reaction, you know, or something?”

I licked my lips, taking my time to respond. “Er—alright, yeah. I suppose… I could do that.” I tried to play my emotions off as feeling nonchalant, not angry. Even if I’d only just realised my true feelings for Scorpius, it didn’t make it hurt any less to hear that he was flirting with my cousin all last night.

Well, there goes my whole “Scorpius Secretly Likes Rose” theory. Straight out the window.

Lucy’s face lit up. “Really?” She looked at Lily and the two squealed for a minute. “Thanks, Rose. I owe you.”

“Yup, yeah, you do. This is going to make tutoring…awkward. Speaking of which, I’ve got to go to the library, bye.” I got up quickly and darted out of the room, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from my cousins as possible. Everyone in my family, for that matter. It was like, no matter how hard they tried, they never failed to make my life as miserable as possible. I grabbed my books, parchment, and quills, threw them into my bag, and hurried out of Gryffindor tower and down to the library. I found my usual corner and settled in, ready to do some Potions coursework. I cracked open the textbook and started lazily flipping through the pages, seriously unable to concentrate.

Then—that nice smell entered my nose again—

I looked up. Scorpius.

I’m not kidding. The bloke. Is. Following. Me.

He offered me a small smile before clearing his throat and sitting down diagonally across from me at the table. We still were very much not near one another, as the table was massive, but I could smell him. And I knew he was there. And because of this I still couldn’t concentrate.

“Pssst!” I whispered.

I could tell he could hear me because he sort of sighed and aimlessly started flipping through the pages of his Herbology textbook. We weren’t that far in the book yet, so I knew he was faking.

“Psssssssst!” I whispered, more harshly this time.

He rolled his eyes and snapped the book shut. “What?”

It was my turn to clear my throat. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I wasn’t finished,” I said, staring him in the eyes. In the nice, soft, warm, blue eyes—

“So… finish,” he said.

I’d just been staring at him. Because I’m some sort of bloody creep. “Right. So, I heard you and, er, my cousin. Lucy. You two were talking last night?”

He looked a little embarrassed. Pink cheeks. He fancies her?

Bloody of course he bloody does.

“Talking, yeah, sure,” he said.

With her perfect teeth and perky hair and spot-free skin.

“Well, why didn’t you make a move, then? Don’t you fancy her?”

Apparently, I’d decided that cutting to the chase was the best idea.

“Fancy her? Er—”

“Because why wouldn’t you?” I pressed. “She’s my cousin, you know. Don’t forget that. And we Weasley-Potters, we—we’re.. we’re as thick as thieves, we are!”

“I don’t—no, I don’t really fancy her, Rose. Sorry. It’s nothing personal. Against your family, or anything.”

I was slightly taken aback. “Oh. Well. Why not? What’s not to fancy about her?”

“I—well, maybe I fancy someone else.”

“Someone else?” I was taken aback again. Taken further back. And away from this conversation. “Fine well…” I raised an eyebrow, forgetting about Lucy’s predicament. “Who do you fancy? Tell us, then, won’t you?”

He turned a little pink again, looking down at the parchment he had laid out in front of him. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes, in fact, I’d love to know,” I admitted, leaning forward at the table.

He looked at me again. “Why?”

“Why? Be—w—because—” I spluttered. Because I fancy you? Because I want to beat the lights out of whomever you’ve got a bloody crush on? Because I’m jealous? “Just… just curious. I’m very good at keeping secrets, you know.”

Scorpius rolled his eyes. “’Course you are.”

“No, really.” Do not mock my secret-keeping abilities, Scorpius Malfoy. No one knows how good I am at keeping secrets because no one gives me the opportunity to keep any secrets. “I am. I would be—I’d be an excellent secret-keeper. You know. So, if you ever need a secret—”

“Rose,” he said, putting a finger to his lips. Putting a finger to those nice, soft, lips— “This is a library. Quiet.”

I frowned. “Sorry.”

“Thank you.”

Thank yourself, you stupid ferrett.





I was, of course, ambushed by the L’s the next day during lunch.

“So?” Lily said.

“Did you have a tutoring session?” Lucy asked.

“Did you talk to him?” Lily asked in a horrific excuse for a whisper.

“Erm, maybe.”

“Ohmigosh,” Lucy exclaimed, ready to tear my arm off in excitement. “What did he say?”

“Well… he wasn’t very—you know, that boy’s a locked box,” I attempted. “I couldn’t really get too many details out of him…”

“Details about what?” Lily asked. “You just had to ask him how he bloody feels about Lucy. Not that difficult, Rose.”

“Well, I was trying to be stealth about it!” I argued.

The L’s simply rolled their eyes, waiting for details.

“He said he… didn’t try anything with you because… he didn’t want—”

But I was interrupted by two sets of fingernails digging into my forearm.

“Wait, what?” Lucy said. “What did you ask him? You weren’t supposed to—bloody—what did you ask him, Rose? What exactly did you say to him?”

“I just… I just asked him why he didn’t make a move on you, or anything, if you two were hitting it off…” I trailed off. I could tell by the looks on my cousins’ faces that this was not what I was supposed to do.

Honestly, Lily’s never been known for her instruction-giving skills. How was I supposed to get it right?

“I… erm…”

Lily’s grip on me tightened. “What did you say Rose?” she demanded through gritted teeth.

“Well… I just asked him whyhedidn’tmakeamoveonLucybecauseshe’ssoniceandprettyandshemighthaveasmalltinycrushonhim—”

“What!” Lucy shrieked, standing up and practically throwing her chair across the room.

“Ssssh! Calm down! It wasn’t a big deal—”

“Not a big deal? Excuse me?” Lucy sat back down again, realising that all eyes were now fixated on her. “You told the bloke that I fancy that I fancy him! That was not what you were supposed to do!”

“Yeah, not cool Rose,” Lily said sternly. Or how she thought was stern. Instead she looked like someone had scolded her for popping Albus’s Quaffle, or something.

“Well, what was I supposed to do you? You lot really weren’t very specific about it!”

“Ugh, I can’t even have this conversation anymore.” Lucy stood up again.

“Lucy,” I said. “I’m sorry, really, I didn’t mean to—”

“Nope!” She put a hand up almost in front of my face. “I don’t want to hear it. Lily, let’s go.”

Lily, meanwhile, was shaking her head at me as though to say “Look what you’ve done.” She narrowed her eyes at me and kept her gaze fixated on mine as she stood up and turned around. She and Lucy then marched out of the Great Hall in unison.

Fantastic. And just when I thought things were looking up.





“So, we were, like, snogging, or whatever, and we’re in his bed, because nobody’s ever in his dormitory, and besides, it was, like, half six on a Saturday, so everyone’s having supper—”

“Get on with it, Camille.”

“Right, sorry.” Camille laughed, that irritating, really pretty and nice laugh she has. “So we’re snogging, and then he starts, like—” Camille started laughing again, regained her composure, and continued, “—he starts, like, sort of reaching up my skirt, but I can tell he’s really nervous, so—”

I couldn’t take it any longer. “Camille. Please. That’s my cousin you’re talking about.”

She and Sam burst into yet another fit of giggles.

“Right, sorry,” Camille says halfheartedly.

“Rose, can we stop the chit-chat please?”

This time it’s Professor Longbottom talking. Right, of course. I was definitely the one talking and causing problems, wasn’t I?

“Now, if you all would grab one branch of your plant, and hold around where the branch connects to the trunk, and pull firmly, it should slip free,” Professor Longbottom instructed.

Albus and Angus burst into laughter, for some reason finding this request hysterical.

“Is there something you’re finding particularly funny, Al?” Professor Longbottom asked.

“What? No.” He snorted. “Nothing at all.”

“Alright, Jasper, why don’t you demonstrate for us, please.”

Jasper deftly held his bickery branch tree and pulled on a branch. With a nasty squelching noise, it slipped free rather easily, oozing a foul-smelling puss where the branch had been removed.

“Okay, quickly, now, collect the puss,” Professor Longbottom instructed. “Nicely done, ten points to Ravenclaw. Everyone, do as Jasper did and collect as much of the puss as possible. The sooner you get it after it leaves the plant, the fresher and better it is!”

Squelching noises filled the room, almost but not quite masking Albus and Angus’s ridiculous laughter, which had started up again.

“What is so funny? Is there something on my face?” Professor Longbottom probed, his tone somewhat serious and his eyebrows raised.

“It just—it just sounds so funny,” Albus finally admitted.

“Ugh, grow up,” I remarked.

“You grow up!” said Angus. Always known for his cleverness.

“No, you young up!” was Albus’s retort. “Have a little fun once in a while, would you, Rose? Untie your knickers and have some fun with the rest of us.”

“Albus, that was not necessary,” said Professor Longbottom. “Ten points from Slytherin.”

I smirked across the table at my cousin.

“That’s not something to be proud of, being saved by the teacher,” Albus said, slightly more quietly this time. Professor Longbottom was busy helping the Herbology-challenged Sam Dasari remove her branches.

“Oh, shut up,” was all I said, too busy collecting puss like a proper student.

“Just relax, Al,” Scorpius mumbled. Just loudly enough so I could hear him.

But I’d already thrown a branch at Albus.

“Hey!” he cried. “Professor Longbottom, Rose just threw one of her bickery branch tree branches at me!”

“Look who’s needing saving from the teacher, now!” I shouted at him.

“Both of you, stop it,” Professor Longbottom said angrily. “Fifteen points from Gryffindor, and five more from Slytherin. Another word out of either of you and you’re both getting detention until the end of the year!”

Albus and I looked at each other and then back at Professor Longbottom. He looked particularly uhappy, but also quite flustered, which was a good sign, because it meant he felt guilty about threatening his best friends’ children. When Professor Longbottom went back to helping Sam, Albus stuck his tongue out at me. I rolled my eyes and went back to the task at hand.

After class I was having a bit of trouble shoving all my books into my bag, and was the last student to leave. Professor Longbottom stopped me.

“You and your cousins have seemed a bit on edge lately,” he said. “Is everything alright?”

Victoire’s pregnant and I’m the only one who knows, and I’ve just discovered that I’m in love with Scorpius Malfoy. Spawn of Satan.

“Nope, everything’s fine,” I assured him.

Professor Longbottom nodded. “Well, I think I may invite you lot over for supper some evening this week. Just to chat and catch up. I haven’t seen you all in a while.”

“When you say us lot… Do you mean every single Delacour-Weasley-Potter?” I asked.

“It wouldn’t be fair to pick and choose, now would it?”

I forced an uncomfortable smile. “No, I suppose it wouldn’t.”





That was how we all—all of us: me, Albus, James, Lily, Lucy, Fred, Louis, Hugo, and Roxanne—ended up shoved into Professor Longbottom’s office that Thursday night. Lily and Lucy still hadn’t spoken to me since Monday’s drama—not that I was really missing their not-so-witty banter—and Albus made a point of sitting on the opposite end of the round table Neville had conjured up for us to eat at. I was squished between my brother and Louis.

“So, how has everyone’s week been?” Neville enquired.

“Great, thanks for asking,” said Fred, digging into his potatoes.

“Very good. Are you all enjoying your classes?”

A few weak yes’s echoed through the room.

“Especially Herbology,” said James, chewing attractively.

“James, you’re not even taking Herbology,” Lily said, almost sounding confused.

Neville let out a very forced chuckle. “Oh, James, I sure do miss having you in class!”

James plastered a horrificly fake smile across his face. “Me, too, Nevs!”

Neville kept laughing like it was his job.

“Hey, James, how’s Camille?” Louis asked, a frighteningly evil grin spread across his face.

James gave him an utterly confused look straight back at him. “Why would you ask me that? At a nice, calm dinner? With Uncle Neville?”

Louis shrugged. “Just trying to spice things up, I suppose.”

“Nicely done,” Fred remarked.

“Camille? Oh, you mean Camille Scott?” Neville asked.

“Yes, Camille Scott, isn’t that a nice catch for someone like James?” Fred questioned Neville, laughing.

Neville laughed slightly again. “Oh, well, I can’t really say. But congratulations, James, do your parents know you have a girlfiend?”

“I don’t have a bloody girlfriend,” he grunted.

“I heard her talking about you during Herbology the other day,” I said, absentmindedly poking at my brussels sprouts. “She said you were ‘nervous’.”

All of the boys, save for James, of course, burst into laughter. Hugo started choking a bit, so I whacked him on the back, and a brussels sprout flew across the table and hit Lily in the eye.

She started screaming. Because naturally, when one gets hit in the eye with a brussels sprout, the first thing they should do is scream.

“My EEEEEEEYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” she shrieked.

“Calm down! It’s just a bloody brussels sprout!” Albus was saying from his spot at the table, rolling his eyes in irritation.

“I’M GOING BLIND! I SWEAR, IF YOU MADE ME BLIND, ROSE!” Lily started, unable to even finish her threat.

“Me? What did I do?”

“You threw it at me!”

“No, I didn’t, I was saving my brother from choking to death!”

“You aimed is mouth at me!” she exclaimed.

“You must be kidding.” I realised my efforts were fruitless, so I stopped even trying to argue with someone as mad as Lily.

She whimpered a little, and Lucy rubbed her on the back.

“So, Al, how’s Emily treating you?” James said, casually buttering a biscuit.

“Sorry, Emily who?” Albus replied.

“Should I tell your girlfriend, then, that you don’t even know who I’m talking about when I mention her name?” was James’s response.

“Sure, and I’ll go tell Camille that you get nervous with all your girlfriends—oh wait, you haven’t had any other girlfriends.” Albus was now the one with a fake smile plastered across his pale face.

“Clever, yes, that’s really clever. You should write that one down,” James suggested. “Save it for later.”

No one spoke; we were all too busy laughing, obviously.

“Recycling… Good for the environment,” James was babbling.

“Alright, would you all please calm down?” Neville requested. “I just wanted to have a nice, calm dinner with you all, but apparently you’ve all gotten too old to act like mature people. Now, if we’d all stop bickering for a few moments, maybe this could be a bit more pleasant.” Neville cleared his throat. “Louis, I hear Victoire’s getting married?”

Louis nodded. “She is. To Teddy.”

Ooooh, please do not make me blab about her pregnancy.

“Well, of course. I remember him waiting every day outside of my Herbology class when she was in fifth year,” Neville reminisced, staring blindly off into the distance.

Lily started beaming. “Kind of like how Patrick waits outside my Transfiguration class for me.”

“That’s only because he’s got Charms down the hall at the same time,” Lucy explained.

“Ugh, that is not true.”

“Yes, it is, he’s in my Charms class,” Lucy repeated.

Good, more drama, definitely not going to blab about Victoire being preggers.

Lily rolled her eyes in frustration. “No, but I mean that’s not why he’s waiting. He’s waiting because he wants to see me.”

“Good, now I know where to find him the next time I need to get out some frustration with my fists,” James remarked.

“James!” Lily squealed with irritation.

“Yeah, you really did a great job of that last time,” I said, commenting on James’s remark.

“Oh, be quiet, you. You’re the one who ratted us out, anyways,” James practically spat at me.

“I was not! You heard so yourself, I was tutoring Scorpius,” I said confidently.

Albus and James rolled their eyes simultaneously.

“Since when have you even been tutoring Scorpius, anyway?” Albus wanted to know.

“Since… a while. None of your business. Scorpius would prefer if I kept everything top secret,” I said with a smirk.

“You’re always the one waiting outside his classrooms, anyway,” Lucy was saying to Lily.

“Are we still on that?” Louis asked, not sounding particularly pleased.

“Unfortunately, yes,” said Roxanne quietly.

“I’m quite enjoying it,” said Fred, who was sitting to Lily’s right.

“Excuse me? What are you trying to say, Lucy?” Lily asked, folding her arms in front of her chest.

“Girls, can we please save this for later?” Neville asked desperately.

Lily ignored him. “Lucy?”

“Nothing, I’m just saying the truth.”

“Well, why? Rose is the one you’re mad at, not me,” Lily reminded her.

“Mad at Rose? Why are we mad at Rose?” Albus asked, perking up a bit from his usual sullen nature.

“Alright, and cut, nice work on the set of The Neurotic Family of Wizards, see you all next time when we shoot the Neurotic Family take a vacation!” I said quickly, standing up. “Thanks so much Neville, it was delicious, I will see you tomorrow bright and early for Herbology—”

“No, why are we mad at Rose?” Albus asked again.

We are not mad at Rose, Al,” Lily said sternly. “Lucy and I are. And it’s none of your business.”

“Fine, I can see when I’m not wanted,” Albus said, sulking.

“You’re right, you’re not,” Lily mumbled under her breath.

“Rose, you might be right, maybe we should just call it a night?” Neville said, sounding a little desperate.

“Well I’m thinking the fun has just begun, what do you think, Hugh?” Fred asked, nudging my brother.

“Yeah, the fun’s just begun,” Hugo agreed.

“Well, I have a huge Potions essay to write—”

“There’s no Potions essay,” Albus said, looking confused.

“Charms essay. So I’d best be heading out,” I insisted. “Thanks, Neville, it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome, Rose. Have a good night!”

And with that I was gone from that horrific room. I’d only made it to the top of the steps in the Entrance Hall when I was ambushed.

“Hey, Rose!”

Alright, it wasn’t really an ambush as it was only one person, but Scorpius was running up the steps behind me.

Where did he bloody come from this time? I really need to get some sort of restraining order on him—

“Listen, I’ve had enough berating for one night, so unless you have something really nice to say to me, I’m not really interested.” I started walking.

Scorpius followed. “Do you not remember a word of what I said to you the other day? At the Quidditch after party?”

I rolled my eyes. “You mean that load of rubbish?”

“Rubbish?” he repeated, sounding understandibly peeved.

“Sorry, it’s just hard to take you seriously when I get shouted at for no reason constantly by my cousins. I'm like their verbal punching bag,” I muttered.

He sighed. “Well, I was being honest with you, but you apparently have severe problems taking compliments.”

“I hardly think that telling me people don’t hate me is much of a compliment.”

“Well.” He sounded a little nervous, like he did when he was being questioned by Flitwick during the trial. “What if I told you… What if I told you I thought you were pretty.”

I stopped walking but continued staring straight ahead.

“But that you spend so much time scowling that sometimes it gets really hard to tell.”

“You see, after what you said to me at the party, I’ve been having a lot of trouble knowing if people are being serious or not,” I said quietly.

“I’m being serious.” Pause. “Would you look at me, please?”

He sounded a little agitated so I did as he asked.

“If a drunk mind really does speak a sober heart,” he continued. Not only did he sound nervous, but now he looked nervous, too. Why was Scorpius of all people nervous talking to me, alone, in the middle of Hogwarts castle where no one could hear us. “And you’re sober right now.” He paused. He seemed to think I knew where he was going with this. I didn’t. “Then you shouldn’t have much of a problem… snogging me. ...Right now.”

“Do you want me to snog you?” I asked, slightly gobsmacked by his remark.

He just stared at me, before laughing slightly, and saying, “Yes.”

“Er—”

But instead of me snogging him, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue, and giving me the best kiss I’d ever received in my life. Not that I’d received very many kisses in my life, but the point was that this was even better than the sloppy, drunken mess that was our last kiss. This time neither of us pushed away. He moved his hands up and down my back, grazing my bum, as I let my hands drift to his golden-white hair. It was so soft, like warm, smooth sand between my fingertips—

Suddenly we both heard the voices of two very loud people arguing. It sounded like Lily and Albus. Scorpius pushed me forward, pulling aside the tapestry hanging on the wall behind me. As soon as we stepped behind it, we were falling. And it felt like we were falling for ages. I gripped onto Scorpius for dear life, my head pressed against his chest, until—

“Rose, we’ve landed.”

“What?” I looked up at him, but we were standing in pitch blackness. “Right, oh—yes, I suppose we have. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly.

“Where are we?”

“I have no idea.” He stepped back, pulling away from me.

I quickly grabbed his arm. “Do you mind if I—just so we don’t get separated.”

“I don’t mind.”





A/N: Sorry, I had to stop there, this chapter is SO LONG. I’ll just let you know that nothing fun happens in the dark, sorry, maybe next time ;) Anyways, I felt like I was really mean to Neville this whole time, I’m sorry about that. Poor Neville. Oh well, he has a pleasant life with Hannah Abbott, the Delacour-Weasley-Potters just spiced things up for him, a bit (in the words of Louis). So, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I was having a major mind blank with how I wanted to start it, and several hours ago I had a bit of a breakthrough and I wrote the entire thing straight through… That’s never happened before, so it was quite exciting. I hope you enjoyed it, though, and it doesn’t feel rushed or anything.

Thanks so much to all who have continuously left reviews, feedback means so much more to me than anything else, so I want you to know I really do appreciate it! For those of you who may not be leaving reviews… tell me why! Even if it’s to tell me why you dislike this story, I love and appreciate feedback of all kinds, so say whatever you want. Thank you all for reading this story!!! :)


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