Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Okay class, today we'll be working on telepathy spells." Great. Another useless spell that will help with nothing.

"Does anyone want to explain what a telepathy spell is?" I sigh when I see a pale hand with pink painted fingernails shoot up in the air. Of course Rose Weasley had to raise her hand. I lazily raise mine in the air too. After competing with her for the last six years, I wasn't about to let her think I didn't know the answer.

"Miss Weasley?" The teacher calls on her. I lower my hand and go back to casually doodling on a piece of parchment. Albus sat next to me, attentively listening to his cousin.

"Um, Professor, aren't telepathy spells pretty self-explanatory? Telepathy is mind reading, right? So obviously a telepathy spell would involve mind reading." I laugh a little at her answer.

"What are you laughing about?" Albus whispers.

"Well, she's not wrong, but I don't think the professor appreciates her answer very much." I say, pointing to the professor, who was gritting his teeth.

"Thank you, Miss Weasley, but others may not have found the answer to be quite so obvious. Anyway, we'll be practicing these mind reading spells today. I have pairings for everyone here, so get with your partner and then I will explain how to get inside their mind." I look up and he's holding a paper. He looks at me, and I know what's coming before he even opens his mouth.

"Miss Weasley, Mister Malfoy, I took the liberty of pairing you two together. Just try not to destroy my classroom like you did last time." He says, walking away. I look across the room and see Rose glaring at me. I smirk and stand to walk over.

"Don't make her slap you again." Albus says. I look back at him and see him suppressing a smile. "I don't want to have to deal with your whining."

I roll my eyes, and walk over to Rose. "Well, Weasley, looks like it's you and me again." I say when I get close to her. She narrows her eyes at me.

"Just remember, Malfoy, if you try anything, I'll kick your ass like I did last time." Oh, she's already throwing out threats. This should be fun.

The professor droned on in the background, but I had already read about how to cast this spell. For once, I was prepared and Rose wasn't. And I planned on keeping it that way. "I'm not trying a thing. Just be ready for me to get the higher grade."

"You wish." She scoffed, turning to the professor to hear his instructions.

"You may begin practicing whenever you feel ready." The professor calls out and the color drains out of Rose's face. She completely missed the explanation of how to cast the spell.

"Don't know how to cast the spell, do you Weasley?" I tease, and she twists around to face me.

"You...you're...ugh, it's your fault!" She finally sputters out. I laugh and pull out my wand.

"Let me demonstrate for you." I point my wand at her face and she crosses her arms over her chest, staring defiantly at me. "Penetro animum!"

After I cast the spell...nothing happens. I expected something, and I feel slightly disappointed that I wasn't hearing anything. And then, faintly, I hear a feminine voice.

I hope the stupid bastard's spell backfires on him.

"Hey! I heard that!" I say indignantly. Her eyes widen.

"What?" She asks.

"What you just thought of." I reply.

"What, me calling you a stupid bastard? Because it's true." She responds.

"I'm more insulted by the fact that you thought my spell would backfire on me. Don't insult my abilities like that." I retort. She sends me a quick look that appears like she's suppressing a laugh.

"Fine, congratulations, Malfoy. You read my mind. Now get out." She says.

"No problem. I don't want to be in your head any longer than I have to be." I respond, pointing my wand at her again. "Decedo animum."

I grin, reveling in my successful venture into telepathy.

And then I hear it.

Thank God that's over.

I stare at Rose. Her mouth hadn't moved. "Um...did you just say something?"

"If I had said something, you would have heard me." She says. And then, while I'm watching her mouth, I hear a whisper in the back of my head.

Idiot.

"Oh no. We have a problem." I tell her.

"What? What did you do?" She asks in an accusatory tone.

"I'm still in your head." I tell her. Her face falls.

"What the hell do you mean you're still in my head?" She almost shouts. The voice in her head is even louder. I cringe, and the professor hears and walks over.

"Well done, Mister Malfoy, an amazing feat considering you didn't listen to my instructions. But Miss Weasley doesn't seem too thrilled. What seems to be the problem?" He asks.

"I did the spell, and I was able to read her mind. But I just performed the counter-spell and I can still hear her thoughts. I explain. In Rose's head, I can hear a steady stream of expletives directed at me.

"Maybe it was just a fluke. Try the counter-spell again. I'll watch." The professor suggests.

I perform the spell again, and the professor's face pales. "Mister Malfoy...what telepathy spell did you use on Miss Weasley?"

"Isn't there only one?" I have a weird feeling that this is not going to end well for me.

"There are two telepathy spells, dumbass!" Rose yelled at me. "You would have known that if you gave a damn for once and paid attention!"

"Miss Weasley, please calm down." The professor lays his hand on her shoulder and turns to look at me. "But she is right. There are two telepathy spells and the one that you just performed on her was the permanent telepathy spell that creates an unbreakable link between the caster and the receiver." The professor explains, with Rose fuming in the background.

"So how do I get out? Because to be perfectly honest, this is not a dream situation for me." I ask.

"It's a permanent telepathy spell, Mister Malfoy. As far as I know, it can't be undone. Or no one who has casted it has wanted to undo it. I would suggest researching it, but in the meantime, it appears that you will stay linked to Miss Weasley for the time being. Good luck." The professor says and walks away.

Oh hell no. No way am I staying connected to this asshole.

"You know, I'm not pleased about this either. But how about we make this easier by you making your head a bit more of a civil place for me to be?" I ask. She sighs.

"What, do you want me to just stop thinking? It was your stupid mistake that got us into this mess. If you don't want to hear me complain about you, then figure out a way to get the hell out of my head." She says, turning away from me.

The library should have something. I wonder if the professor will let me go early.

"That's a brilliant idea, Weasley. Let's go to the library and see if we can find anything." I respond to her unspoken comment, picking up my bag.

"Okay, first, stop picking things out of my head and answering them. Second, who said that you were going with me?" She asks.

"If you didn't notice, this is my problem too. So I think I should help try to find a solution for it." She looks surprised by my answer, and I can hear her trying to think up an argument in her head.

"I think that's a great idea. You two should definitely go and try to find a solution together. Let me know if you find anything." The professor says, walking up behind us and dismissing us.

"Professor? May I go with them? Rose and Scorpius, they need a buffer if they're going off alone. Otherwise, you may end up with a destroyed library. And the more help they get, the faster they'll figure out a solution." Albus asks.

"Fine, Mister Potter. Just don't let them kill each other." The professor dismisses him, and he gathers up his belongings and joins us outside the door.

"Well? What are you hiding that made you want to come with us so badly?" I ask, knowing that he usually wouldn't have involved himself. I hear Rose's thoughts going off in my head. What does he know that I don't?

"Just this." He says, holding up an ancient looking key and swinging it around his finger.

"Al...what is that?" Rose asks, suspicious. It better not be what I think it is.

"A key to the restricted section." He says nonchalantly.

"Let me guess. That's the key that James had, isn't it?" Rose guesses. Albus nods. Why the hell did James give that to him?

"Same exact one." Rose gives him a withering look. "Come on, Rosie, do you really think there's going to be information about permanent telepathy spells in unrestricted books? There has to be a reason that there's no counterspell."

"You've got a point." I say before Rose can open her mouth to reply. "Come on, Weasley, let's just see what the restricted section has to say about this."

Oh, so now he's ordering me around?

"I'm not ordering you around, I'm just saying let's see if it can tell me how to get out of your head." I respond. Albus and I start walking toward the library, and after a few seconds, she huffs and follows after us.

A/N: So this is the beginning of my new fic! Updates will come weekly, so for the next few weeks, expect a new chapter every Monday. Reviews are greatly appreciated, especially if there are ideas of what you would like to happen in the story. Thanks, and look for an update next Monday!