Fifth Year Ravenclaw Keeper Rose Weasley sat outside by the Black Lake under the same tree she was by nearly every fair weathe

"Don't get too friendly with him, Rosie. Grandad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

Those were the last words that my father had said to me before I got on the Hogwarts Express for the first time. I didn't get the chance to get acquainted with him, though, so it was ok. My mother said that I was a natural born rule-breaker, and that it came from her and Dad. I guess I didn't really believe that. That is, not until my cousin Albus and I broke our family's tradition and got into houses other than Gryffindor. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, and Albus was a Slytherin.

Now, Albus became friends with a lot of people from that house. Dad said that they used to be a lot worse, but I guess they got nicer during the years following Voldemort's downfall. Well, anyway, since I was best friends with my cousin, it was inevitable that he would have to hand out with some of my other friends and vise versa. I didn't think that it would bode well for me that he seemed to be best friends with Scorpius Malfoy, the one boy that Dad had told me to avoid. Needless to say, Uncle Harry wasn't too sore about it, but my father on the other hand wanted me to have nothing to do with him. My uncle finally convinced my dad that Scorpius wasn't an exact replica of his father and to lighten up. Aunt Ginny told me that dad had always been really protective and then went into a story about a guy named Dean.

So, that was how Scorpius and I became okay friends. I mean, we weren't that close, but he was one of those guys who was kind of always there when you just wanted someone to talk to.

We both weren't that into the relationship scene. He dated a bunch of girls at a time, and I just couldn't seem to find a good guy. The longest I went out with someone was about two months with a Hufflepuff in my year named Jacob Thomas. I liked him, but he seemed to like me a bit too much. He got really clingy and didn't even like me talking to other guys. That was why I had to break it off with him. And even after that, he was still hung up on me. It took him one month and a really good bat-bogey hex to tell him that I simply wasn't interested anymore, and I think that he got the picture, but every now and then, he tries again.

So there I was, in Hogsmeade on Halloween Day. The Halloween night Masque was to be held in the Great Hall that night. After purchasing my costume which I was determined to keep a secret, I went into The Three Broomsticks and ordered a Butterbeer and a sandwich.

"Uh, hi," someone said to me. I looked up. It was him again. Jacob. "I, uh, I heard that you didn't have a date yet, and I was wondering if you would settle for going with me." At that point, he produced a rather large box of chocolate.

I looked down and, smiling, I shook my head. It was typical Jacob behavior. "Jake," I started. "I know that we went out last year for a little while, but I just don't like you like that anymore. You know that. Please, for your own dignity, stop trying. There are tons of girls just waiting to go out with you, but I'm not one of them."

Jacob nodded sullenly. "I know," he said. He sighed. "See you later, then?" he asked.

"Ok, I guess," I said. I hated making him feel stupid like that. I still wanted to be friends with him, but I didn't want to be his girlfriend again. It wasn't much fun for me.

"What was that all about?" someone behind me asked.

I turned around. Scorpius was standing there with an amused look on his face.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, motioning toward the other chair.

"Sure," I said. He sat down. "That was just Jacob trying to get me to go out with him again. I don't see why he tries so hard. It just gets him nowhere. A lot of girls want to be his girlfriend right now, but he's still hung up on me. Help, please."

"I'm not so good at the advice. May I interest you in a sarcastic comment?" we both laughed. "How much have you tried?"

"Remember how he suffered that really bad Bat-Bogey hex at the end of last year?" I asked. He nodded. "Guilty."

"Ah," Scorpius said. "I see. Well, he'll come around. So, was he asking you on any specific date, or was it just general?"

"Apparently, someone let it slip to him that I was still available to go to the dance with someone," I said. "Apparently, no one stopped to think that I might possibly prefer to go alone."

"Do you?" he asked me.

"Not really," I said. "But I don't think I'll go with someone. I just don't feel like dating at the moment. So, are you going to take one of your various and sundry girls to the ball?" Scorpius shook his head. "Really? Well, that doesn't make much sense. Aren't you dating a different girl every week?"

"That is a common misconception," he said. "I haven't dated for about two weeks now."

I fake applauded him. I raised my glass in a mock toast. "To being single," I said.

"Cheers," he said, tapping his glass to mine.

We smiled. I was lucky to have a friend like him.