UmbrellaUmbrella Teddy and Victoire huddled together under the yellow and pink polka-dotted umbrella on the road to Hogsmeade. It was raining and quite cold. Why did it have to be bad weather? They walked into The Three Broomsticks and got a butterbeer to warm themselves up. They say as close to the fireplace as they could get, Victoire's umbrella folded up beside them. "So, what do you wanna do today?" Teddy asked, feeling nervous about being there with her. He had liked her for some time, and had just gotten around to asking her to go into Hogsmeade with him. She had originally told her friends she wasn't going, but when he asked her she had sa
Where Are The Crackers?Where Are the Crackers? Hermione arranged the crackers around the cheese dip she had made for Christmas dinner. She thought it looked lovely and would make a nice appetizer. Hugo, who was two, was playing in the floor with a pot and pan, happily banging away and singing some unrecognizable words to himself. Rose, who was four, was somewhere sulking. She was angry because her mother wouldn't let her have any of the crackers and cheese. This was one of Rose's favorite snacks, and something Hermione usually made especially for her. Hermione decided that the plate looked as perfect as she could make it and called, "Ron, you're going to have
Chapter 4Chapter Four Scorpius groaned and pushed back to look at me in the dim firelight. His eyes searched mine, as unsure as I was about the situation at hand. He ran a finger along my cheek and down my collar bone, kissing to follow the trail of his finger. His other hand skimmed up the side of my thigh and I moaned. "We shouldn'tthat is, we have to stop," Scorpius breathed against my neck. I was panting heavily myself, and I didn't want to stop. I frowned as he pulled me up to sit beside him and took my hand in his. I was pouting. "Come on, now, Rose, don't be like that. You know this is not the time or the place. Let's get to know eac
Chapter 3Chapter Three Oh it was the best feeling in the world! The butterflies in my stomach had surely grown gigantic and were beating their way out. I felt like I was going to explode only in a very good way. When our lips parted a moment later, I glanced out the window to catch a glimpse of my father, Uncle Harry, and Aunt Ginny all restraining my red-faced mother. I couldn't hear her over the noise of the train as we began to pull away but I could read her lips. My father gave me a thumbs-up and this distracted her and converted her anger temporarily to him. I looked back at Scorpius and put my hands to my cheeks, which seemed to be on fire.