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Recap: By the time Scorpius came over and hit me with a pillow I was asleep. With my eyes closed I told him that I was sleeping. I don't remember what he said to that, but all I remember thinking was I needed him next to me and I needed to sleep. My thoughts were muddled, but with intensity I remember telling him to sleep next to me. Again I don't remember what he said to that, but obviously he agreed. If he hadn't I wouldn't be tangled up in his bed sheets with him, while his arm encompassed me, looking up at the questioning face of Mary Finch.

"Merlin, when I said to snog the pants off of each other, I didn't mean have a quick shag!" Mary yelled, successfully waking Scorpius up and scaring me.

After stretching Scorpius proceeded to go through so many facial expressions in a single minute, it was almost impossible to keep up. First it was confusion when he realized Mary was talking to him, then he saw me… next to him… under the covers…on his bed— and it was shock. After that, he subtly looked underneath the covers and either saw my flimsy outfit or realized both Marry and I knew exactly what he was doing—and looked extremely embarrassed. Finally, he got out of bed and looked extremely annoyed, which probably meant everything finally sunk in.

"Mary, are you bloody kidding me? First you make such a bloody big deal about me fancying Rose, then you proceed to tell her all about it, making every bloody thing awkward; if that weren't enough you continue to lock us both in my room, take away our wands, and then accuse us of shagging? Are you bloody mad?...And to , uh, clear up any confusion I, uh, obviously don't fancy Weasley, that would be rather disgusting, wouldn't it." His face was flushed with color (first for everything), and he looked ready to punch someone.

I honestly had no idea what to think after that, let alone say. But from experience I can deduce that the best thing for my sanity and Mary's…life is fleeing, and fleeing quickly. However, a quick glance at Mary and even a blind bandit could see she was ready to explode. Before anything got out of hand, I got out of his bed (in the process almost freezing to death), and left his dorm before I had to hear any more of an argument that would inevitably replay in my mind for the next century.

Ignoring, well trying to ignore, the stares of everyone in the common room, I briskly walked down the boys dormitory's stair case, tripped across the common room, up the staircase, into my dorm, and promptly collapsed onto my bed. And as promised his words, were all that I could hear, 'I, uh, obviously don't fancy Weasley, that would be rather disgusting, wouldn't it,' over and over and over and over again.

Every bloody time an endless cycle of incomprehensible anger and sadness and confusion and annoyance and stupidity— just every bloody emotion at once would fuel my thoughts. 'Who is he to say I am disgusting? Am I honestly that disgusting? Why do I care so much that he thinks I'm disgusting? Screw him! I know that I'm not. Or am I? Merlin, why am I wasting my life with these thoughts? I am bloody disgusting and stupid and un-fanciable. I don't even want to be fancied by Malfoy. This should be a relief! This whole year I've been wasting way too much brain activity on Malfoy, but this has reached an all-time low. Every bloody thing Malfoy says cannot and should not have this much of an effect on me! But he honestly can't think I'm disgusting. I mean he called me sexy. He was being serious then. Right? Did he say that sarcastically? Bloody Merlin! Why do I bloody care? Screw him!'

I honestly had no idea what to do with my brain, and after a couple of hours I magically slipped away (as in slept, not died). I would deal with Malfoy and Mary and the world in the morning when I could actually process legitimate thoughts of a sixteen-year-old, opposed to those of a five year old with a school girl crush.

I woke up around noon with gossip encompassing the air, which was unpleasant and out of the ordinary this bloody early.

"So is it true?" Clarice asked before I could properly wake up.

"No," I replied, not caring what appalling piece of gossip she picked up and was giggling about with the others.

And before anyone could reply I went into the bathroom, got ready, and stalked to the Great Hall. I saw Malfoy laughing with a random girl, sat right next to him, and was ready to blow off some steam.

"You know I always hated your laugh, Malfoy, it was always so feminine." The previous girl was still sitting across the table and looked way too excited for this argument, almost making me slightly curious about the rumors.

"Rose, you should be talking, your voice is worse than a Mandrakes's cry," he promptly replied, but looked slightly confused.

"Well Malfoy, your face looks like a bomb exploded on it."

"Well Weasley I wouldn't have known what true ugliness was if it wasn't for you—and what is a bomb?"

"Silly me I thought you were smarter than you actually looked. Obviously I was wrong; you don't have the looks or the brains."

"Well…you're fat!"

"Wow Malfoy, that's so harsh, I'll just go cry now."

"I'm pretty sure you were the one that told me never to call a girl fat, aren't you insulted?"

"So insulted."

"Rose, are we done with this yet?"

"Done with what, Malfoy?"

"You know exactly what, don't give me that!"

"Malfoy, I have no idea what you're going off about." Well maybe I did, but I had no urge to discuss it.

"Whatever we're doing now…because whatever happened last night with and whatever I said and—-it's over now, so I don't know why you insist on bringing it up, Merlin you're such a bloody girl." That made me smile, and I have no idea why. I honestly should have been on the verge of killing him; he just made it sound like we shagged each other, random girl heard, and soon the whole bloody castle will be talking about it.

"Scorpius, I was joking. And I didn't bring anything up, nor was I going to, but you just did a second ago. And if I were you, I would stop trying to read into things, despite your laugh, you're pretty awful at being a girl." Okay I lied, but only slightly. I mean it doesn't matter it's over now.

"Okay, then this is awkward. From that I can conclude that you are good at being a girl, I am not, and I should never speak my mind." We both laughed at that, and I got up to leave.

"Sorry for the interruption," I told Scorpius and random girl. I felt slightly nauseated saying it, but thought it would decrease the severity of the rumors.

"Bye Rose," he called back.

Now I had to decide whether I wanted to confront Mary about what happened last night. On one hand I just wanted to pretend it didn't happen and on the other I was curious. I wanted to know what else Scorpius said about me, but dreaded that whatever she told me would have the same effect on me as it did yesterday.

Then again, I should write a letter to Mum and Dad, it's been ages since I last wrote. Same with Lily; I haven't talked to her since Wednesday. I almost forgot about the piles of essays I have to write that are due tomorrow, I'll try to get some of that in so Scorpius and I aren't up all night. And if I have time I'll try talking to Mary, but I doubt she'll want to talk about their row.

A/n: So sorry it's been ages since I updated, and the general suckiness of this chapter, I'll try updating sooner but everything has been crazy. I would love if you told me anything you didn't like/ hated/ in this chapter or in the story in general. Thanks for reading (and reviewing)!