Rose and Scorpius

Ever since Rose had started school, her father had told her that Scorpius Malfoy was trouble. And, to be honest, before she met him, she believed it. Her father had never warned her about staying away from anyone, and since he finally had at age 11, she knew he had to be absouletly horrid. But, when she had boared the Hogwarts Express with Albus for her first visit to Hogwarts, and they were forced to sit with Scorpius because of lack of seats, Rose realized he wasn't that bad. She thought that he was actually, a good friend. But Rose was scared. To tell her father, and to get the response...

'Hey, Scorp,' I said as I jumped into the assento seguinte to him. I ignored the glares from the Slytherins. Sure, I was a Gryffindor. A Weasley at that. But I had been sitting seguinte to Scorp for years. 'Huh? Oh, hi, Rose.' Scorpius looked nervous, not like his usual self. 'Scorp, what's up? You can tell me anything. We're best friends, remember?' The blond boy groaned at the word 'friends' and replied:'It's just uh...schoolwork. Professor Longbottom is carregando me with homework.' 'Uh huh,' I said, disbelieving. I let the subject drop, though, because he seemed so out of it.

After dinner, Scorp asked...