This is the companion piece to My Best Mate is Extremely Attractive. It is advised that you read that story first, but I suppose you can read this if you really want to!

"Scorpius, it's your turn to get Rose to the party," my mate Luca Zabini yells at me from the bathroom.

Rose Weasley. I groan. I love Rose, I do, it's just that she's just a pain in the arse to get to parties. And we need her at the parties so that she can stop us if we do anything stupid, which happens a lot.

"I think Cooper should do it!" I yell back.

Ian Cooper is my other mate, but we usually call him Cooper. Well, except Rose; she calls everyone by their first name.

"Can't, mate, I've got a hot date with Katherine!" Coop yells from the other side of the dormitory. "Plus I think Rose is in one of her moods, she'll only listen to you or Al."

"Why can't Al do it?" I complain.

"Dude, Layla. Longbottom." Al says, giving me one of those looks that says 'She's been in my dirtiest fantasies and now I'm going with her to a party, so get your arse down to the stupid fucking library and grab my cousin.'

Great. Now I definitely have to go get Rose.

"Fine." I sigh. "I'll go get her, you stupid fuckers."

They all laugh at my fake anger and I storm out of the Slytherin dormitories.

When I finally reach the library I see her right away, at a table in the back with her hair piled up on top of her head, looking…fucking sexy. She has the top two buttons on her shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, shoes off, legs crossed, and her lips are moving, she's probably mumbling as she's reading over the essay that she seems to be writing.

And all I want to do is march over there and make those pink lips busy for a very different reason…but I fucking can't. Because she's my best girl mate. And my other best mate is her cousin who happens to be very protective over her.

And Al has seen how I handle girls. Which, admittedly, probably hasn't been the best way…but they're all slags anyway. None of them even really matter. They don't care about themselves or their dignity so why the hell should I care about them?

Now I just have to pretend like I don't want to rip her shirt off, and walk over there, and convince her to go to the party.

But as soon as I walk over there, she glances up and the first word out of her mouth is,

"No."

As if she already knows what I'm going to say.

"Please, Rose?" I try the begging tactic first. When she's in her good mood the begging thing normally works, especially if I throw in the puppy dog look. Rose is a sucker for the puppy dog look.

"I said no." She turns back to her essay.

Damn. This is going to be harder than I thought.

"You know you want to!"

Obviously she doesn't want to go, but I can't think of anything else to say because she bends over her essay and I'm trying to get a peek at her cleavage. So fucking hex me.

"…I don't want to go to the Slytherin party tonight."

I think I might have missed the first part of her little speech, but I got the gist of it. Now I should probably try the sympathetic vote.

"Please? Al is going with Layla and I don't want to go alone!"

I probably won't end up alone anyway; Shelly Roberts has kindly offered me her services tonight. Good thing, too, I need to get my mind off of Rose.

"Go with one of The Slags," Rose spits at me.

Damn. She's really not in a good mood tonight. Maybe I should just leave her alone…nah.

"I want to go with my best mate." And if we happen to get drunk and do something incredibly stupid, I wouldn't mind.

"I thought Al was your best mate," she retorts, staring at me accusingly.

"He is; you're my second choice." I smirk at her.

I can't help it; sometimes she's just too easy to make fun of.

She says something witty and sarcastic and I can't help looking at her lips. I really need to get some; obviously my lack of any activity is causing me to want Rose.

I assure her that she's higher up on my list of people than any of my slags and I see her beginning to soften just a little bit. But she pretends to keep up her cold front.

"Alright I didn't think it would come to this," I tell her, reaching over and grabbing the essay that she'd been working so hard on.

She lifts her lips up into the sexiest smirk, pulling something out from her pile of papers. "I learned from last time, Scorp. Now I always keep an extra copy."

"Fuck." I say. Merlin, fuck it all, I'll never get her to go to this party. She's too smart for me.

But I do have this little piece of information that might make her very interested in going to this party.

"I'll tell Al what really happened between you and Ethan Wright."

Her eyes go wide in fear. I don't know why she doesn't want Al to know about her and Ethan. All she did was ask him out and rejected her. Oh and there's also the little bit about how I already kind of told Al about it…but she doesn't need to know that.

She considers for a few seconds, we exchange a few pleasantries ("I hate you, best mates don't blackmail each other") and then she gives in.

"Give me ten minutes," she says, rolling her blue eyes at me. "Come on, I have to stop by the Ravenclaw tower."

"I'll meet you outside the tower in ten?" I offer.

She nods at me, packing up her things, throwing on her shoes and quickly walking out of the library. She needs to stop being so appealing, the way her hips swing when she walks…fuck. Get yourself together!

I follow her from a distance, making sure that she actually does go to the Ravenclaw tower. I lean against the wall, waiting for Rose to come back out. She better come back out.

Just before her ten minutes are up, I see Rose leaving the tower. Her school robes are off, her hair is down and she smells like…I don't know what she smells like but it smells good.

"You're early," I say to her, enjoying the view of her walking towards me a little too much.

"Yeah, well." She shrugs and pats her pocket.

What the hell is in her pocket? Why would she have to pat it to make sure it's still there?

"What's in your pocket?"

"Nothing!" Her eyes widen and she looks almost too innocent.

She starts spluttering on about how since she's going to the party I shouldn't even worry about what's in her pocket.

So I reach in her pocket and grab out the book.

"Pride and Prejudice?" I ask.

I think she's read this book about a hundred times before.

I tell her that I'm taking the book for the whole night and she practically throws a tantrum, even screaming my whole name. I wish she was screaming my name for a very different reason…

I finally give up on her and grab her hand, pulling her along behind me in the direction of the party. If we don't get there soon, I might do something really stupid, like snog her. Which would be bad because she doesn't like me more than a friend anyway.

She complains some more and I threaten to never give her her book back. Of course, I will eventually give her the book back. But for now, that threat seems to work and she reluctantly lets me pull her to the party.

When we get back into the common room, the party is raging. I see Al and Layla on the dance floor and Ian and Katherine snogging in the corner. I catch Shelly Roberts's eye and wink at her, she smiles seductively at me and I know I'm getting some tonight.

"I'll get us drinks," I yell at Rose.

She nods at me and heads in the direction of the couch. Rose never parties. When she's at parties she's always the sober one, keeping an eye on all of use so that we don't do anything too stupid. That's the reason why we make sure she's at every single one.

I walk over to the keg of firewhiskey, pouring two drinks, one for me and one for Shelly. Rose will understand.

I look around the common room, trying to find Shelly again, but I can't seem to see her anywhere. I do see Rose over to the side, on a couch, talking to Hank fucking Lutfy.

Lutfy is a bastard. Al and I heard him telling his entire Quidditch team all the things that he wanted to do to Rose. I wanted to punch him in the face and I know Al did too. That was around the time I realized how beautiful Rose is. I mean, I knew before but now I just can't seem to get her out of my head. She's slowly driving me crazy because she just doesn't know how sexy she is!

I march over to Rose, trying to get there as fast as I can before Lutfy tries something on her.

Lutfy is winking at her as I walk up but Rose looks uncomfortable. Good.

"Sorry Lutfy, Rose is busy right now."

"Well, Malfoy, I don't hear her complaining about talking to me." Lutfy tells me, trying to sound all dangerous. He looks like a prick.

Rose dismisses him quickly, telling him that she would love to hear whatever lame arse story he promised he'd tell her later. I see his eyes flicker over her and I want to pull out my wand and hex him into next year.

He offers to get Rose a drink and hold up my extra drink.

"Next time, Rose!" Lutfy says, fucking winking at her.

"Sure, Hank," Rose says dismissively.

As he passes, the stupid prick feels the need to tell me what he wants to do to her. "Fuck, Malfoy don't interrupt us next time. All I want to do is bend her over and bang her so hard she can't walk the next morning."

I wish both of my hands were free so I could hex him or punch him or something. He chuckles, and leaves.

I sit down next to Rose, handing her the extra drink. I've just decided that I'm not going to leave her side the entire night. There's no way I'm leaving her alone so Lutfy can get a hold of her.

"What did Hank say to you?" Rose asks quietly.

"Nothing." I would never tell her. Ever.

"Sure," she says disbelievingly.

Merlin, I need a drink. I gulp mine down and ask Rose if she's going to drink hers.

"No."

I get a fantastic idea. Tonight, I'll get Rose drunk and watch her do the stupid things! One time Rose got drunk at it was one of the greatest things ever. She danced around, singing totally off key and almost stripped for me.

She hasn't been drunk since.

"You can't go to a party and not drink!"

"Yes I can. I do it all the time." She rolls her eyes at me.

I decide to play the blackmail card again.

"You're already blackmailing to be here and now you're blackmailing me to drink?" she asks me incredulously.

Yeah, I guess it's not fair. Oh well.

"You're fun when you're drunk."

"That's only happened once."

And it was fun.

"One drink." I try to convince her.

"Fine." She gives in reluctantly.

She seems to feel the effects right away. It's quite amusing. She already looks a little unsteady.

"Scorp?"

"Rosie?"

" Can I have my book back? Pwease?" she looks so fucking…cute. But I don't want to give her the book back.

"No…I want to dance with you!" I reply. Rose becomes miraculously less clumsy when she's drunk. It's fun to dance with her.

But suddenly, she's only top of me. Her legs are on either side of me and he face is so close, I could kiss her lips. Her shirt is riding down and she's giving me a good look at her rack. Fuck, she's beautiful.

"Please, Scorp," she whispers, trailing a hand down my body.

Oh, fuck.

"I…." I can't finish my sentence. What she's doing to me should be illegal.

Her hands slide down closer to my crotch and I can't think straight. "I really want that book, Scorp."

I really want her. Give her the book before this goes too far.

"Here, Rosie."

She takes the book from me but doesn't move. I lean in closer to her but then,

"Alright, Rose time to get back to the common room!" Emily Faye yells at us.

She yells something at me too, but I don't register it. She pulls Rose up from my lap and drags her off back to the Ravenclaw common room.

Fuck.

I look around the party and see Shelly Roberts. I walk over to her and grab her, pulling her onto the dance floor with me. She grinds her arse up against me but I still can't seem to get Rose out of my mind. She was straddling me, she was going to snog me.

No. I can't dance with Shelly anymore.

I remove myself from her, going upstairs to my dormitory. It's empty, thank Merlin. The boys and I have a rule about not bringing girls up here but sometimes when we're a little too pissed we forget about it.

I lay down on my bed and my thoughts are all about Rose. How good she smelled, how perky her breasts are, how close she was to me….

Fuck. This is not good. I want so much more than friendship from Rose Weasley. And she probably won't remember mounting me in the morning….unless Emily tells her! I could just casually mention it tomorrow…fuck now I'm sounding like a girl.

Tomorrow I'll just ask Rose if she remembers tonight. That's what I'll do.

A/N:...so? What do you think? Did I deliver? What do you think of Scorp's POV?

I figured I'd start this piece with the first chapter of My Best Mate, but are there any suggestions to what the next chapter should be? Any chapters from My Best Mate in which you are absolutely dying to know what's going on inside Scorp's head? Let me know!

As always, let me know what you think,

~wwccd