.*.For Entertainment Purposes Only.*.

by HorcruxFinder

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Escapades of Summer

The atmosphere surrounding the Potters' house was alive with excitement—the kind of excitement that was only present on the last night of summer, the last night of freedom. As Rose Weasley sat on a rickety lawn chair, she couldn't help but feel it. Although the summer air was burning her skin and the humidity was making it difficult to take a deep breath, she felt alive and full of energy. In less than twelve hours, she would be on the Hogwarts Express laughing with her friends and making plans for their final year at school. To say that she had been looking forward to this for a long time would be an understatement.

The sound of someone sitting down in the chair next to her awoke Rose from her brief fit of nostalgia. She didn't even have to look up to know that it was Albus.

"Where've you been?" she asked, looking over at him curiously. Albus and her Uncle Harry had been out of the house when the Weasley family arrived nearly an hour before. Rather than answer her, Albus was looking longingly at the blue water of the Potters' swimming pool. He was already in a pair of swimming trunks and looked ready to join Hugo, James, and Lily in the water.

"Out," he replied with a cryptic smile that covered his whole face.

"Out where?" Albus's smile only grew wider. "Albus Severus Potter, you are hiding something from me," she said, but she didn't feel like pressing the matter. Albus would tell her eventually—he always did. Instead, she watched as James and Hugo slowly waded through the water of the pool, heading towards Lily who was lounging unsuspectingly on a float. Albus and Rose both laughed as Lily was tipped into the water and resurfaced yelling all sorts of profanities that had James and Hugo begging her to be quiet before their parents heard.

"Let's just say that my dad has decided to bestow upon me the most amazing present ever, since I'm Head Boy and all," Albus finally said, turning back to Rose with a smirk.

"Go ahead and rub it in," Rose said, rolling her eyes. "And you can't tell me what this amazing present is, I assume?"

"I will tomorrow," Albus shrugged.

"Why not tonight?"

"Because tomorrow you won't be able to ruin it."

"Are you insinuating that I ruin things?" Rose asked testily.

"I promised my dad I wouldn't tell anyone," he said, standing up and pulling off his T-shirt. "But," he added, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "if you just so happened to overhear us making plans after dinner, there's nothing I can do about that."

"I love you, Albus Potter," Rose cooed.

"Yeah, you're going to owe me too," he grinned and before she could ask any more questions he took off running and dived into the pool, splashing an already livid Lily with water.

Dinner was a fun affair that night, as it always was when the Weasleys and the Potters got together. They were as close as any two families could be and Rose loved the bind that she was able to share with her Aunt, Uncle, and cousins. They were honestly just like an extension of her immediate family.

The conversation seemed to center around the Potter boys, but Rose didn't mind. James was starting Auror training the next day and Albus was heading off to Hogwarts as the new Head Boy, a title that Rose felt he fully deserved. Albus was the smartest, most dedicated person she knew. Professor McGonagall had made the right decision.

After a few hours, dinner was cleared away and the kids jumped back into the pool. Rose, however, kept one eye on Albus the entire time and when he slipped back into the house, she stealthily followed him. She had to sneak past her mum and Aunt Ginny in the living room, but it didn't take her long to hear male voices coming from the kitchen.

"You better not make me regret this," Harry was saying, although Rose could almost see the smile behind his words. "These tickets cost me an arm and a leg! The Weird Sisters farewell concert…" he mused. "It seems like they've been around forever, doesn't it, Ron?"

"Played at our Yule Ball in the fourth year, they did," my dad agreed.

"You won't regret this, Dad," Albus assured him.

"Not so fast," Harry continued. "Your mum would kill me if she knew I was giving you these, so if she catches you sneaking out tonight—I had nothing to do with it. Nothing. Do you understand me?"

"She's not going to find out," Albus scoffed. "Trust me." Harry and Ron both chuckled.

"I can't believe you're doing this behind Ginny's back," Ron said. "Have you forgotten how good she is at Bat-Bogey Hexes?"

"She's not going to find out," Harry repeated, but it sounded to Rose as if he were trying to convince himself more than Ron. "Plus, Al's seventeen—he could go even without my permission. And I'm not completely sure Ginny wouldn't approve. I just think it's better not to test her."

"So that's what you're saying to convince yourself this isn't lying to your wife? Ginny would never let any of her kids step foot into a Weird Sisters concert. And especially not the night before they leave for Hogwarts! I would never dream of letting Rosie go! Hugo, maybe—but only if he was of age!"

Unable to restrain herself, Rose opened the Kitchen door and barged in. She was going to go to that concert with Albus, if only because her father said she couldn't.

"Oh, Rosie! Hello," her father greeted sheepishly. Rose could tell by his paling face that he was hoping she hadn't heard what had been said.

"I want to go," she said without further ado. Albus smirked at her from across the room.

"Rose, I only bought two tickets," Harry said after several seconds of silence.

"One for me and one for Al!" Rose said happily.

"One for me and one for Scorpius," Albus corrected.

"You're taking him instead of me?" Rose cried. "What kind of friend are you?"

"See, Rosie, that Malfoy boy's going," Ron interrupted. "You don't want to be around that!"

"I. Want. To. Go."

Harry glanced down at his watch. "I could maybe go talk to Corner about another ticket…"

Ron looked over at him as if he'd grown two heads. "Um…I think it's actually a bit too late for that. You'll just have to go some other time, dear."

"Dad, you just said you'd let Hugo go if he was of age. Why not me?"

Ron just stared back at her and Rose could see that he was wearing the look that he so often gave her mother—the look that said he did not want to agree to what she was saying, but because he didn't want to make her mad he was going to do it anyway.

"I'll tell Aunt Ginny if you don't let me go," she added for good measure.

"I think she should go to the concert," Harry said worriedly, looking over at Ron in desperation.

"I think she should too," Albus agreed, glancing at both of their parents.

"Fine," Ron groaned. "But only if Albus stays by her side the whole time. Every second, Albus—do you hear me?"

"I'm not five," Rose groaned.

"And keep her away from that Malfoy boy—I don't like him."

"Of course, Uncle Ron," Albus agreed.

"And Rosie? Please don't tell your mother."

Albus and Rose left the room together a few minutes later. "I can't believe we're going to see the Weird Sisters!" Rose said.

"Keep your voice down," Albus hissed, but he was looking just as happy as Rose felt. "We'll meet outside of Uncle George's shop at nine. I'm not waiting longer than that so if your mum catches you, you're just out of luck."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I'll be there. But can't you bring someone besides Malfoy?"

"He's my best mate, Rose. If you can't stand being with him, you don't have to come."

Knowing that she would never agree to those terms, he walked off arrogantly. But even a night with Malfoy couldn't dampen her spirits now.

It was not difficult to sneak out of her house that night. Although it wasn't something that Rose was proud to admit, this wasn't the first time she had left her room after hours. How could it be when Albus was her best friend? He was easily one of the most popular boys in Gryffindor house—if not the whole school. There was always a party going on and he was always invited. People just accepted the fact that Rose usually tagged along upon Albus's invitation.

Rose arrived at George's joke shop before Albus did, which wasn't all that surprising. In fact, it wouldn't come as a total shock if Albus had decided to take a nap and didn't wake up until after the concert was over. Which would be completely fine with her except for the fact that he was the one with the tickets.

Since she had nothing better to do, Rose spent her time glancing from shop to shop. Diagon Alley was still pretty busy even this late at night, although that probably had something to do with the concert that was starting in half an hour. Just as Rose was about to Apparate to the Potters to find Albus, he appeared next to her with a loud crack.

"You're late," she said smugly.

"You're annoying," he countered. "Come on, we're meeting Scorpius at the front door." Rose groaned. Albus rolled his eyes. "Play nice, Rosie."

"He's just such a cad!" Rose insisted as they started walking towards the concert hall.

"He is not," Albus replied calmly.

"He's shagged half of the girls in school, Al. If that doesn't make someone a cad—"

"It's not his fault girls throw themselves at him. He can't help it anymore than I can."

"Egotistical much?"

"Just tonight," he smirked.

"Who are you shagging now days anyway?"

"No one."

"No one? Or no one important?"

"No one at all. I'm taking a break."

"Oh, I see," Rose said, after taking a minute to decipher his hidden motive. "You're waiting to see who the Head Girl is. I mean, it's the perfect opportunity—you will be sharing a dormitory with her after all."

"I know who the Head Girl is, actually."

"Who?"

"I'm not telling you," Albus smirked. "That's what you get for acting as though I can't keep it in my pants. Now can we stop talking about this? It's making me uncomfortable."

The closer they got to the concert hall, the more and more people they seemed to come into contact with. Thankfully, once they got to the front door it didn't take them long to spot Scorpius Malfoy's platinum blonde hair. Without willing herself to do so, Rose took in his dark jeans and his white polo eagerly. Although she found the boy to be a bit of a prick, she couldn't stop herself from admiring his finer features. It was one of the cruel jokes of the universe to make someone so beautiful be such a jerk.

Albus immediately walked over to join his friend in the line and Rose followed him.

"Can you believe my dad got tickets?" Albus said once they got near enough. Scorpius turned around with a wide grin on his face.

"I half expected this to be a joke and you would leave me here ticket-less. My dad's been trying to get tickets for weeks and then Harry just walks in and they shove them in his face. How unfair!"

"Well he did save the whole wizarding world a few years back," Rose said before she could stop herself. "Maybe you've heard about it?"

"Rose!" Albus said threateningly.

"You brought your cousin," Scorpius noted. "How lovely."

"You're my two best mates—now get along for one night or shut up." He handed them each a ticket as he said this and Rose stared at hers in disbelief.

"We're on the fifth row!" Scorpius did a double take at her words and looked down at his own ticket again.

Albus shrugged. "I guess so." The ticket vender took their stubs and pointed them into the building. Before taking their seats, Scorpius and Albus wanted to purchase a firewhiskey for each of them so Rose bought one too. The last thing she needed was to get into an argument with Malfoy about how she was a prude; that was one of his favorite topics of discussion.

They took their seats just as the Weird Sisters took the stage. The applause from all sides was deafening. The music was as phenomenal as on the wireless and Rose couldn't help but sing along. Albus was laughing at her enthusiasm from beside her.

So was the guy on her left whom she had never met before.

She glanced over at him and he smiled down at her. She smiled back. He looked several years older and was quite attractive. Rose, however, was not the type of person that had any desire to hook up with someone at a concert. And this guy didn't exactly look like good news.

"Hello," he said, having to scream over the music.

"Hi," Rose responded, but immediately turned her attention back to the band.

"What's your name?" the guy asked. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?

"I'm sorry—I can't hear you," she tried. Noticing that something was off, Albus looked over and seemed to sense what was going on. Without a word to Rose, he pushed past her so that they switched seats. Smirking to herself, Rose looked over at Scorpius to see if he'd noticed the exchange. He was looking down at her curiously.

"Some guy was trying to flirt with me," she explained.

"Why?" Scorpius joked. Rose simply rolled her eyes. He smiled at her coyly before turning back to the band.

The overall concert experience was far better than Rose had hoped for. She had been particularly worried about having to spend an entire night with Scorpius but it hadn't been bad. It wasn't that Rose and Scorpius disliked each other necessarily; it was more that they were constantly in competition with each other. They fought for the top spot in every class and both of their stubborn attitudes created a constant battle of wits. They tolerated each other for Albus, but if it wasn't for him the two would probably openly hate each other. As it was, however, they simply suffered in silence unless Albus happened to not be present.

Scorpius was distracted half way through the show by a group of French witches on his right side. As he continually fought off their advances, Rose became slightly embarrassed to be a female. Surely this wasn't usual behavior? Did girls actually find it acceptable to throw themselves at guys like Malfoy? Sure he was decent looking, but that was hardly an excuse.

Rose shook her head to clear away all trace of thoughts about Malfoy and tried to focus on the Weird Sisters who were now playing her favorite song of all time. She sang along happily.

"Switch places with me," Scorpius suddenly demanded, whispering fiercely in her ear.

Annoyed both by his interruption and how he seemed to find it acceptable to lean so close to her, she angrily retorted with a resounding "No!"

Scorpius glared at her. "If these birds were hot it would be a completely different matter—but they're not, and I'm not in the mood."

"I never thought I would hear Scorpius Malfoy say that he's 'not in the mood.'"

"Really?" he countered. "Because the very thought of you puts me 'not in the mood,' so if anyone would be likely to hear me say that, it would be you."

"Has anyone ever told you how charming you are?" she asked with the biting sarcasm that she always reserved especially for Malfoy.

"Plenty of people," he smiled in response.

"Shut up," Rose finally said, running out of comebacks. Scorpius smirked at her, but otherwise accepted his victory in silence.

A few minutes later, Scorpius assaulted her attention once more. She felt his hand brush hers gently. Thinking it was an accident, she let the situation slide with only a glare in his direction. He smirked at her but his hand did not move and instead began to draw patterns lightly on her wrist and the back of her hand.

"What are you doing?" she asked, turning to him angrily.

He shrugged casually but removed his hand nevertheless. "I'm in the mood now," he explained. Rose rolled her eyes and heard Scorpius chuckle. Within a few minutes, the concert had ended.

The theater had seemed crowded enough before people began emptying it chaotically. The claustrophobia mixed in with the sudden lack of pounding music and the strong smell of alcohol left Rose feeling very disoriented. They were almost out of the building before she remembered that she wanted to buy a souvenir.

"Albus, I want a T-shirt. Come with me—the vender's right over there."

Rolling his eyes, Albus glanced at his watch. "I don't have time, Rose. Dad wants me home by midnight."

"You snuck out of the house and still managed to get a curfew?" Scorpius scoffed.

"You're just going to have to live without a T-shirt, Rose," Albus said calmly.

"I'll just go by myself then!" she countered.

"No you won't!" Albus exclaimed, stopping her. "I promised your dad I wouldn't let you out of my sight."

"Aw, how sweet," Scorpius cooed at me.

"Shut up!" she snapped at him. "I'm a big girl, Al."

"Why don't I go with Rose and you can go home?" Scorpius offered, surprising the cousins.

"Are you serious?" they asked together.

"Why not? I've got nothing better to do."

"Are you sure?" Albus clarified. "Because I'd rather deal with my dad for being late, than Rose's dad after she's been raped and murdered."

"No one's going to get raped and murdered," Scorpius promised, "Just go."

"I'll see you two tomorrow," Albus sighed, Disapparating on the spot. Scorpius and Rose stared at each other awkwardly for several seconds.

"So, where's that vender?" he finally asked.

"Oh, um…this way." It didn't take them long to find the T-shirt stand, but the line was ridiculously long. They took a spot at the back of it and waited as Scorpius complained the whole time about a lack of people to bribe for a better spot in line. Rose wanted more than anything to tell him that bribing people was only an immature way to flaunt wealth and blood status but she knew that that would only make him angrier and more impatient.

When it was finally Rose's turn in line, she picked out the shirt that she wanted but before she could grab the money out of her pocket, Scorpius had laid the necessary galleons on the counter.

"Girls aren't supposed to pay," Scorpius said in response to her incredulous face as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. He took the shirt and they stepped out of line.

"Excuse me?" she asked, taking the shirt from his proffered hand as they made their way out of the building.

"Girls—like you, although technically that is debatable—aren't supposed to pay for things when they're with rich, charming men like me. Didn't your mother ever teach you etiquette?"

"She did. And I'm pretty sure that rule is null and void when you're not on a date."

"If you don't want the shirt, just give it to me. I'm sure I can find some girl at Hogwarts who will shag me in exchange for it."

"How chivalrous," Rose said, although she couldn't help but laugh.

"You're laughing because you know it's true," Scorpius smiled.

"I'm laughing because there are very few girls at Hogwarts that you would actually have to bribe in order for them to sleep with you."

"And what about you?" he asked as they walked out of the building. "Which category do you fall into?"

Rose looked up at him and met his eyes. He gave her one of his charcteristic smirks. "Scorpius Malfoy, I promise you right now that you will never find me in your bed."

"Weasley, I know that you're inexperienced but I feel it's my duty to inform you that an actual bed is highly unnecessary," he said patronizingly. "A blanket at the top of the astronomy tower will suffice, as will the bleachers of the Quidditch pitch."

Rose rolled her eyes. She didn't even have to ask to know that he had gathered that information from experience. They were now outside of the theater, but neither of them seemed to want to leave just yet. Nevertheless, the silence continued on and Rose felt too awkward to not say anything.

"I guess I should probably get going," she mused.

"Yeah I probably should too," Scorpius agreed. Rather than make a move to leave, however, he stayed right where he was, staring into Rose's eyes. "Or," he continued a few seconds later, "We could maybe…walk around. It's a little early for me to go home."

"Whatever," Rose shrugged. They turned down a side street and walked in silence for several minutes. Rose was feeling more than just a little bit awkward when Scorpius finally spoke.

"You and Albus seem really close."

"We are. He's my best friend—I've known him forever. He's like my older brother."

Scorpius smirked at her choice of words. "Which is exactly why you are off limits."

"Off limits?" Rose laughed. "Are you suggesting that if I wasn't related to Albus Potter, you would be making a move on me right now?"

"Well I'm trying awfully hard to make a move on you right now even though you are related to Albus Potter."

"Surely not!" Rose joked. "I thought you were much smarter than that, Malfoy."

"I've had a bit too much to drink," he shrugged. "And I haven't met my quota of girls for the day."

"It's after midnight," Rose noted, glancing down at her watch.

"Well I guess I'll just have to overcompensate now," he said without missing a beat. Rose's eyes were already mid-roll when Scorpius's lips met hers.

Her first instinct was to pull away but before she could, she realized that his lips felt quite good against hers and she decided that she wanted them to stay there for just a while longer. To her surprise, she kissed him back. He smiled against her lips, as his hands came to rest on each side of her body. She laced her hands through his hair and pulled him as close as she possibly could, deepening the kiss.

Every nerve ending in Rose's body was on fire and all of her senses were filled with Scorpius. She could feel him, taste him, smell him. And she didn't completely hate it. Never once had Rose kissed someone just because she wanted to, without any attachments. Malfoy wasn't her boyfriend—hell, he wasn't even her friend. He was just a guy that she had found herself surprisingly attracted to after a few drinks.

Scorpius held her tightly against his body, which Rose was incredibly thankful for because she was starting to feel dizzy. He showed no signs of stopping anytime soon and Rose was perfectly fine with that. In fact, she felt as if she could continue like this all night. There was just something completely liberating about the thought that she was going to regret this in the morning.

When Scorpius finally pulled away, it was out of the need for air. Their gazes locked and Rose could read his emotions in his eyes—emotions that she was sure were reflected in her own: a lust stronger than any she had ever felt and a deep confusion that such passion could be aroused by the person standing in front of her.

"It's…uh…late," Malfoy finally said, after they had stood there for several minutes.

"It is late," Rose agreed, amazing even herself when her voice sounded normal.

"And I haven't packed for Hogwarts yet," Scorpius shrugged.

"Then you should probably go do that," Rose agreed.

"I probably should. Night, Weasley."

"Night, Malfoy." And without another word, the two Disapparated to their separate worlds, both knowing that in only a few hours they would be seeing each other again and neither knowing exactly what that kiss would mean come morning.

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A/N: I know this chapter wasn't set at Hogwarts, but everything else will be. It's been a while since I've posted a long chapter story, but I have high hopes for this one. Reviews are always appreciated and the more I get, the faster I'll update :) Please let me know what you think about the first chapter!

SarahBeth.