A/N: For Pleck, because you're awesome

For the "Writing Quotes Challenge" by SoUsay234 – Prompts: Book, Library

Thanks to Amy for betaing :)

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"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever."

From the book Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Rose Weasley sat bent over Hogwarts: A History – in the school library - and was quickly discovering that her mother had been wrong about the book; it was horribly boring. Still, she continued to leaf through the pages searching for a bolded heading that would draw her in or an interesting picture to create an image in her head. None of those things appeared.

A chair –the one across from her, actually – scraped against the floor and with a heavy thud someone sat down. Rose glanced up; sure she wouldn't be surprised at her visitor. Albus had a habit of joining her in the library on occasion, though he very seldom read anything, and lately Lily had been coming to visit her.

It was not Albus and it was not Lily.

The stranger in question smirked.

"No," she answered.

"I haven't said anything." His lips, which were much too pink for any boy, turned into a mock frown. "You didn't even give me a chance to ask the question.

"Fine then," she slammed the book closed. "Ask it?"

"Can I borrow your Transfiguration essay?"

"No."

"Can -?"

"No, you cannot copy my Herbology homework. No, I will not tell you the answers to the History of Magic questions. And, no, I do not want to go to Madam Pudifoot's with you this Saturday!"

The librarian shushed her, the other students turned to stare, but the boy simply shrugged.

"How about the Three Broomsticks, I'll buy the food if you pay for the butterbeer?" He suggested.

"You're cheap," Rose retorted.

"So that's a yes," his smirk turned into a full-blown smile, and Rose rolled her eyes.

"Only if I can see your Potions essay,"

He pulled a roll of parchment from under the table, and placed it in front of her.

"That can be arranged."

Taking it from him, she put the paper on top of her closed book and sighed as she read the words.

"This isn't your essay,"

"Nope, I don't trust you." He stated plainly. "I'll give you my essay after."

"Well, how do I know you'll keep your end of the deal?" She challenged.

"I'm a man of my word,"

"You're hardly a man," she rolled the piece of parchment –with indiscernible scribbles – and handed it back to him. "But I'll kill you if you don't go through with your half, or I'll have Lily hex you."

What appeared to be a shadow of fear crossed over his face, and Rose – sure their deal had been finalized – slid back her chair and, grabbing the book, stood up.

"See you Saturday." Rose walked over to his side of the table and placed a kiss on his cheek and started out the library.

And the boy – Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy – blushed scarlet.


A/N: The quote is used. It is implied, very very very implied. And hidden, but it is there.