My second story :D

Disclaimer: The characters you may recognize are not mine! Just the plot :)

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'Rose, please just listen to me.' he was literally begging now.

'Why should I Scorpius? Give me one good reason.' she snapped back, closing her book with a bang.

'Because I only did it for you Rose.'

'You hexed a guy who might have been interested in me, for me?' she asked her tone so cold anyone else would have run away.

But he was not anyone else.

He was Scorpius Malfoy, her best friend and confidante of five years, who knew her inside out.

So he pursued his cause. 'Yes Rose I did. Because I know for a fact that he only wanted to get into your pants.' he said staring her down.

They were silent for a few minutes before she started giggling madly.

'Did you see his antlers?' she chortled and he breathed a sigh of relief before joining in her laughter.

'And the red nose…' he added smirking at his own genius.

'He was a jerk wasn't he.' she said finally.

'Yeah and I just did not want you to get hurt.' he said.

'I appreciate that Scor, but I can take care of myself.' she said quietly. He wanted to argue but held back knowing her.

'I want you to promise me one thing Scor...' she said. 'Hmmm?' 'We'll never fight over a guy or girl again.' she said.

'I promise Rosie.'

She awoke with a start finding herself back in her shabby office.

She rubbed her eyes cursing herself for falling asleep again at work.

She dragged her wandering mind away from her most recent dream.

Not exactly a dream.

A long suppressed memory which had decided to resurface at this moment.

'Weasely is the file ready?' Bill Robinson, her boss yelled.

'Almost!' she yelled back stuffing a few more papers into the folder in front of her.

Nothing good came from living in the past.

That's why she had stopped thinking about him for so long. Rather she had tried to stop. And she had almost moved on when this had to happen.

Out of sight, out of mind. How much she had hoped the saying was true.

But now he was very much back in sight. Flashing from every newspaper, every poster.

As she rifled through the last set of papers in front of her she caught sight of his face again.

The shard of glass already wedged seemed to pierce itself deeper into her heart.

The platinum blonde hair was its usual mess atop his head.

The face she knew so well was still handsome but much more rugged.

It looked like he hadn't shaved in months. Which was probably true.

Worst of all were his eyes. The silver, always twinkling eyes now had a haunted look. Girls swooned over his gorgeous eyes and he had always used this to his advantage. But now they seemed to have lost their charm, lost hope, lost life.

It was what scared her the most.

She handed over the file to her boss without another word, her mind still reeling in thought.

She would try to get him out of Azkaban somehow.

Sure they hadn't spoken in years now, but if she lost him forever she wouldn't be able to live either that much she was sure of.

Another old story I found in my file... As usual it's incomplete, but as with my other story I'm hoping I'll get around to finishing it once it's up here :)

I might not be very regular with updates, but I'll put them up as soon as possible!

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