Disclaimer: Okay, so I would assume that nearly ANYONE could figure out that I'm not J.K. Rowling, but just in case, I'm not. Unless J.K. Rowling is a teenager in America that has too much time on her hands.

I hate Scorpius.

Let me rephrase that. I don't hate him. I dislike him. Deeply. With a feeling that matches hate.

And I have good reason, if I do say so myself.

Perhaps I should start from the beginning. Yeah, that sounds good.

So I'm sitting in the head common room, I'm head girl, when Scorpius, who happens to be head boy, comes bursting through the door, this crazy happy smile on his face.

This should have been my first sign to flee.

You see, that smile is dangerous. It means he's going to do something really stupid, and I'll most likely be dragged in with him.

"Rose! You'll never believe it! I made a Time Turner!" Scorpius thrusts this misshapen thing in my face that if you tilt your head back, squint, and have really bad vision might pass as a time-turner.

Because I don't tilt my head back or squint, and my vision is perfectly fine, it just looks like a chunk of metal, with a few bands of gold wrapped around it.

"Sure you did." I roll my eyes. A hurt look crosses his face.

"Really, I did! Okay, so maybe it doesn't look perfect, but that doesn't matter! It's the spell I cast on it that makes it a time-turner."

"Uh huh. And where did you find this spell exactly?" I question, even though I know the answer.

"The library." He says. Yeah, Scorpius is a big fan of the library. Whenever he goes there, I always tease him that he should have been sorted into Ravenclaw, even though he's definitely a Gryffindor.

"Naturally. So have you tested your 'time-turner'? Does it work?" I demand. He looks at me mischievously.

"I haven't tested it yet. I thought you would test it with me," he smirks at me. I regard him suspiciously. Just from his tone, it's clear he already thinks I'm going to test it with him. Sad part is I do. Damn predictability.

"Maybe," I say. "But only if you let me bring Albus with me." Albus is great at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and if Scorpius accidentally unleashes demon again (fifth year), then Albus can surely stop it.

"Deal. Go and get him." He smiles the crazy smile again, and plops down on the couch, rearranging himself so that if I haven't got off the couch a second before hand, his feet would have pushed me off. I glare at him and then flounce out of the room.

As I walk down the hallway, I think about how easily I gave in to Scorpius. Maybe I shouldn't have. It made it seem as if I would do anything he asks, like I have a crush on him or something. Absurd, I know. It'll take me at least an hour to list all the things that are different about us, starting with the fact that I'm short, and he's tall.

I'm still thinking about our differences (I'm on we take our coffee different ways), when I get to the Fat Lady.

"Password?" She asks.

"Romania," she's on this country kick this year. Every password has been something along those lines. The portrait swings open, and I step through.

I find Albus making out with his girlfriend, Katy.

Great. Another reason for her to hate me.

"Albus!" I half-shout. He detaches himself, and shoots me an annoyed look. Katy does too. Because those two never got the chance to make out.

I was being sarcastic just then, in case you didn't pick up on that.

"What's up?" Albus asks.

"Scorpius has an idea. I need you to make sure that neither of us gets killed." I say.

"I see why you need me. That guy really needs to stop coming up with ideas." He seems to be remembering the demon incident too. "Bye Katy." They say their good byes, which consist of a very long kiss, along with a glare sent at me, courtesy of Katy. I smile sweetly at her. Albus and I make our way to the exit.

"Didn't I just let you in? You should have stayed in for at least a half an hour," the Fat Lady complains.

"I'm sorry we didn't fit with your schedule," Albus snaps. "We'll never do it again." The Fat Lady's face goes red. I pull Albus away before he can get into a fistfight with a portrait, and we start making our way through the hallway.

"So what is Scorpius's idea this time?" Albus asks.

"He's laboring under the impression that he created a time-turner. He wants to test it, and he wants me to help," I explain.

"And you're helping him?" Albus sounds incredulous. I hurry to defend myself.

"I don't want him to kill himself. He's annoying, but I would be sad if he died I guess."

"He probably would kill himself," Albus muses. "Or, if his time-turner actually works, he would get stuck back in time."

Another sign I should have backed out. I forgot that while Scorpius is an idiot, he is a very talented idiot.

I snort. "His time-turner work? Please." For good measure, I snort again.

"Snorting is unladylike," Albus jokes. I snort again. By the time we make our way to the head dormitories, we are both snorting at each other through laughter, and it takes me a few minutes to compose myself and tell the engraved wall with the Hogwarts crest the password.

"Freesia."

The wall melts away to reveal the head common room, along with Scorpius. And he is…sleeping?

"Scorpius!" I yell at him. He flinches, and his silvery-blue eyes pop open.

"Yes?"

"Why were you sleeping?" Albus asks.

"Because I was tired." He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I walk over to the couch, and shove him to the ground, before sitting down primly.

"What'd you do that for?" Scorpius says, outraged.

"Because I wanted to sit on the couch," I say. He sneers at me.

"That gives you no right to-"

"Before we continue this pointless argument," Albus interjects. Scorpius and I become begrudgingly quiet. "Let's get on with whatever the hell Scorpius plans to do. I don't want to delay being with Katy any longer."

"You're going to be a lot more than delayed when we go into the…wherever we go." Scorpius says. He's trying to be clever, though that's ruined when he stumbles over his words.

"Sure," Albus says sarcastically.

"We'll definitely be going…wherever we go." I continue. From the look on his face, Albus and I aren't exactly making Scorpius happy.

"You guys have no faith in me, do you?" He mutters.

"No," Al and I chorus. Scorpius looks at us despairingly and sighs in defeat.

"Fine. Don't believe me. But remember, I'll be the one laughing when we go…wherever we go."

This whole conversation, ladies and gentlemen, should have been another huge tip-off that nothing good would come of this. For one thing, Scorpius didn't know when he turned the time-turner which direction in time we would go. There should have been a chorus of alarm bells going off in my head then. But no. The alarm bells needed the batteries replaced or something, because they sure as hell didn't go off then.

Suddenly, in one swift movement, Scorpius grabs my hand. Tightly. So tightly in fact, that when I try to jerk away, I can't.

Stupid Quidditch making him muscular and strong.

"What are you doing?" I nearly scream at him, my face turning red, as any Weasley's would.

"We have to hold on to each other. Otherwise, only I'll be going," he explains, refusing to meet my gaze. His face has turned slightly pink, as close to a full-out blush as Scorpius's complexion will get. It's then that I notice that Albus has his hand on Scorpius's shoulder. I feel the red of my face deepen.

"Oh," I say, looking at the carpet. I glance at Albus, and see that he's smirking knowingly.

What is that about?

"Okay then," Albus speaks in the awkward silence. "Let's get on with it, shall we?"

This seems to snap Scorpius back to reality.

"Right." He says, then with his free hand, he picks up the time-turner, balances it carefully between his fingers and brings the hand that holds my hand towards it, so that I'm leaning over him, with my arm lightly brushing his chest. I feel myself blush again.

"Here it goes." Scorpius says, and with that, he flips one of the bands, one time.

At first nothing happens. All three of us sigh; Scorpius in disappointment and Al and I in relief.

"I knew it wouldn't-" I start, but my last word is lost to us as we started spinning into a tunnel of some sort. A tunnel, that was taking us somewhere in time.

A/N: So what'd you think? It was something I found from a long time ago, when I first started writing fanfiction...like, a few months. :D Time is all messed up for me. My internal clock broke so long ago...

Review? Please?

~Colleen

New A/N: This is the revised version. It's pretty similar, but the ones farther along will probably be more different (same ending though). I'm not going to put this on all of the chapters, just the first. So it's known. ^.^