Name Game (completed)

Chapter Seven (updated)

Author's Note: I will be editing this, but I wanted to get it online before Christmas, seeing as it's a Christmas chapter. It's dedicated to SnowingMoon because her own fan fiction is great.

"I've invited Scorpius to stay with us over Christmas," Mrs Weasley informed the hazardous collection of redheads, mingled with the occasional blond or brunnette.

Ron's eyes shot away from the Chudley Cannons vs Puddlemere United Quiiditch match, he and Harry were watching on the television.

"I invited Scorpius to stay with us over Christmas," Mrs Weasley repeated, impatiently, " He's arriving tomorrow. Poor boy, he didn't think his parents would let him come, but they decided to visit one of Draco's great aunts at the last minute, and he was going to be left on his own. They agreed, provided he could spend the rest of the Christmas holidays here. Seeing as Teddy and Victoire's wedding is only a couple of days before they're due to go back to Hogwarts, I couldn't see any problems."

Ron groaned, and flung himself back onto the sofa, muttering "filthy pureblood" under his breath, just as Puddlemere United blocked one of the Chudley Cannons feeble attempt at a goal.

"I don't know what you're making such a fuss about," Mrs Weasley reprimanded him, "Scorpius is a friend of Louis' and Rose's."

"My daughter is NOT friends with a Malfoy." Ron growled, threateningly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ron,"Hermione told him, "Scorpius is a lovely boy, and whether you like it or not, he is a friend of Rose." She glanced at her daughter. Rose looked very pale and there were dark circles beneath her blue eyes. Mrs Weasley noticed too.

"Are you okay, dear," she asked, plucking at the sleeve of Rose's old blue jumper, "Oh dear, the sooner you get another one of these, the better. I've knitted you dark blue again, is that alright, dear?"

Mmm," Rose shrugged off the question, "Did you say Scorpius is coming?"

"Yes darling. I've put him in with Louis, James and Fred, seeing as he and Al don't get on." She glared at her grandson."

"Oh." Rose felt a sinking sensation in her stomach, "I feel a bit tired, I think I'll go upstairs."

Scorpius woke in the dim light of Christmas morning. He gingerly sat up in his rickety camp bed, and peered out the window. A light frost had settled over the long grass in the gnome-ridden garden.

"Morning," yawned James, "Happy Christmas." He chucked a wrapped present at Scorpius. Ripping of the wrapping paper he revealed a special edition Foofighters mix. 

"Thanks." Scorpius handed a gift in return and an identical one for Fred, who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He passed Scorpius an unwrapped copy of Robinson Crusoe. Clearly Louis had given him the tipoff about the muggle books. 

'Cheers." James held up the Weird Sisters album Scorpius had given him. He turned to the pile of present at the end of him bed.

Tearing off some glittery wrapping paper, Scorpius found an emerald green jumper from Mrs Weasley. Grinning he pulled it over his head. Finally he came to the bottom of his pile. A narrow parcel, wrapped with distinctive brown paper. He opened it. There was no note but he knew who it was from. Smiling he lifted out the ancient book. An antique book on broom altering. From Rose.

Lily glared at her reflection in the dusty mirror. Her auburn hair was tangled and tousled from her sleepless night in the rickety camp bed. Her beauty sleep was so important! She peered, blearily, at the bags beneath her chocolate brown eyes. Her skin also looked blotchy, her complexion dull, and she was certain there were two new spots on her nose.

"Do you think I have time for a shower?" she asked Rose. 

Rose shook her head.

"Nah, Dominique's in it. Why do you need one anyway? You look fine." Rose tugged her new dark blue jumper over her head.

Lily glowered at her. It was alright for Rose. She had the sort of natural beauty, that meant she literally fell out of bed looking gorgeous. With her English rose skin, azure eyes and loose waves of chestnut hair, she looked brilliant in her usual tracksuits and unravelling sweaters.

"We can't all be naturally beautiful. Some of us have to try."

Rose raised her eyebrows, and turned her attention to her final present. It was wrapped in dark blue wrapping paper with silver shooting stars bursting into showers of glitter every few seconds. A card was sellotaped to the front. Ripping it out of the envelope, Rose glanced at image on the front. Her lips turned up a little at the edges. It was a black and white moving photo of her favourite Blues band wearing bright red Santa hats. Everyone knew Rose loved the Druids. Her headboard at Hogwarts was covered with various posters of them, and her iPod was dominated my their music.

Flipping it open her eyes scanned the message. There was no name at the bottom but she recognised the elegant handwriting instantly.

Dear Rose, she read, I'm sorry. Really sorry. Our argument was entirely my fault, and if you could ever forgive me I would be so grateful. Your the best friend I've ever had, and you were also my frist friend happy Christmas. I hope you like the present. xxx

Rose a stab of guilt. It was her fault they had argued. If you could call it an argument. As far as she had recollect, she had yelled unreasonable insults at him, while he stood with a hurt expression on his face. For some unexplainable reason, it irritated her that he was trying to take all the blame. Why did he always have to be so good? Guilt hit her again. She knew she wasn't being fair, but it was to early for her to swallow her pride.

Tearing of the beautiful wrapping paper, she looked with interest at the three gifts that rolled onto her lap. The first two she looked at, were the usual silly presents he always gave her; a pair of wand-shaped earrings that emitted red sparks every so often and a bag of Honeydukes' "brain-boosting" sweets. The third was in a small box covered in claret velvet. Inside, nestled on the bed of snowy white satin, was a delicate filigree locket, shaped like a star.Smiling, she lifted it out and opened the clasp. A tune began playing, she didn't recognise it, but as her ears filled with the beautiful melody, she began to appreciate Scorpius' taste in music. An empty space where she could put a picture. Rose placed it carefully back in its box.

"What was that noise?" Lily turned round in the middle of applying make-up. "Who gave you that?"

"Scorpius, I think."

"That's lovely," she fingered the delicate sliver chain.

"Wait till you see what he's got Al." Rose smiled to herself. "Here's a taster."

Rose flicked through the songs on her iPod and pressed on one. Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas Is You began playing. Lily broke into a smile.

Finished! Mariah Carey as promised.