This idea came into my head last night and I just had to write it down. I love James and I love Rose and Scorpius, and thus this story was born. Enjoy!

James Sirius Potter prided himself on being a good bloke. He was funny, he was clever, he was a good brother, a loyal friend, a great boyfriend, and a promising trainee curse-breaker (modesty was still an issue for him, unfortunately). And when James wasn't pranking people, one of his favorite hobbies was, to use his wording, 'saving' them. From themselves, from their parents, from their futures, from anything, really. And, it was in the spirit of this passtime that James, upon hearing from his brother Albus that Rose had recieved her Head Girl badge in the post that morning, set off for the Weasleys house (Ron and Hermione Weasley's house, that is).

When he arrived he said a quick hello to Ron, Hermione, and Hugo, before heading into the back garden where Rose sat on a worn stone bench. She was re-reading her letter, her eyes shining in triumph and eager anticipation. She was fingering the badge lovingly, grinning from ear to ear.

He plopped down beside her and said, grinning, "Congrats Rosie!"

"Thanks James," she beamed, "How'd you find out?"

"Al told me," James said, before continuing in a still-cheery fashion, "And best of all, guess who the Head Boy is?"

Rose was not fooled. She knew the look on her cousin's face, she'd seen it many times before.

"No," she said slowly, "No bloody way!"

"Fraid so," he shrugged, "Al told me straight away. Dear old Scorpius owled him immediately. I mean, after all, they are best friends..."

Rose was fuming. James was goading her, and she knew she shouldn't rise to it, but she couldn't help it. Even though she'd long ago come to terms with the fact that her childhood best friend was a Slytherin and best friends with her arch enemy, that didn't mean she had to like it. Of course, she'd found a suitable best friend in fellow-Ravenclaw Clarice Longbottom, but the downside to that arrangement was that, when Clarice and James began going out the year before, she had to suffer much more of James than she'd previously thought she could stomach, and James' favorite topic of conversation when Rose was around was, predictably, Scorpius Malfoy.

"Shut up," she muttered.

"Oh, very witty comback, Rosie," he smirked, "Do you save all the good ones for dear Scorpius?"

She glared at him. "Did you just come here to spoil my victory?"

James pretended to be affronted, "Whatever gave you that impression, my dear cousin? I came here to congradulate you on your success and inform you of with whom you will be sharing the success, the honor, the responsibility, and, best of all, the common room..."

"Ugh," she moaned. She'd temporarily forgotten that the Head Boy and Girl shared a common room. Now she'd have to spend all year with the Slytherin git.

"Well," James continued, "At least now none of us have to worry about the Head Boy coming on to you."

"Excuse me?" she asked, offended.

"Well," Jame said, playing it as cool as possible. She was falling right into his trap and he didn't want to blow it, "I mean, if it'd been someone like Andrew Davies he might've tried to make a move, but we all know Scorpius would never be attracted to you, even if you tried to make him."

The comment found its mark.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she glared, "You don't think I'm good enough for Malfoy?"

"I just don't think he'd ever be attracted to you..." he drifted off suggestively.

"I bet you he would be!" she said.

"Alright," he smirked. She hated being challenged and she loved being right. She'd played right into his hands, "I bet you that you can't make him fall in love with you by the end of the year."

Rose stood up, leaving the letter and the badge on the bench, and began pacing the garden. The responsible, reasonable voice inside her head was telling her that this was a very bad idea, but the proud, challenging voice, the one she was convinced she'd inheritted from her dad, was fuming with indignation.

She whipped around, "Fine. And if I win you have to," she paused, biting her lip and thinking. She needed something really good for it to be worth the effort. "You have to streak through the Great Hall in the middle of dinner!"

James frowned. If his plan worked the way he wanted it to, he was going to lose, and he definitely didn't want to streak through the Great Hall.

"No deal," he said, "I'm not making a special trip up to Hogwarts just to streak."

"I thought you were sure you'd win," she smirked.

He grumbled.

"Fine," he muttered, "And if I win, you have to kiss Scorpius, on the lips, in the middle of the Great Hall in front of everyone."

This was his back up plan, in case he actually won.

She looked revolted, "Ugh, no way!"

"I thought you were sure you'd win," he mocked, throwing her earlier words back at her.

"Fine," she grumbled. Grabbing her letter and badge to head into the house. Her mood having been ruined by her no-good cousin, what a prat.

"Hey, hey, hey! Not so fast," he smirked, standing up. He'd been lounging in an extremely irritatingly non-chalant fashion throughout the conversation, "We need to establish some rules. No telling anyone about the bet. Not a word to a single soul."

"Except Clarice," she quallified, "I'm allowed at least one person to help me!"

He tried not to smile, "Alright then. Just Clarice." In truth, he'd planned on telling Clarice about it anyway so she could witness his triumph, but this would be even better. Now she could help him.

He extended his hand out to her and she took it.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

James had to wait a few days before cornering Scorpius. Even though Scorpius was best friends with his brother, and got along pretty well with James, the Potters, and some of the Weasleys, James still wasn't in a position where he could just pop over to Malfoy Manor whenever he felt like it. Only Al could do that...

So, he waited until Scorpius came over to the Potters' for dinner a few nights later.

After diner, he persuaded Scorpius to play chess with him, much to Al's discontent, and only after they'd settled down at the board did he speak.

"I hear you're Head Boy next year," he began casually, nudging his pawn forward.

Scorpius smirked, "You've heard right." His knight moved back.

"And has Al, by any chance, told you the good news?" A bishop cornered a rook.

"What good news?" he asked skeptically. Anything that James Potter called good news was, most surely, bad news for him. A rook took a pawn.

"Rosie is Head Girl." A queen took a rook.

Scorpius' eyes narrowed. Of course Weasley would find some way to ruin this for him. Weasley only ever meant one person inside his head, despite the fact that here were dozens of them. The rest were just Victoire or Hugo, Molly or Fred, but she was Weasley. She'd always been, from the very first day. To be fair, she'd started it all. After Al'd been sorted and had gone to their table to sit next to him, she'd been glaring daggars at him, and flounced by him with a snarl as she made her own way to the Ravenclaw table. He learned from Al later that she'd been mad at him for stealing her best friend, but even if that conflict hadn't arisen, they would've been enemies. She was the best in the year, unquestionabley, but that didn't stop him from trying to beat her at every test. He was the best seeker in the school, undoubtably, but that didn't stop her training her hardest every year for the Ravenclaw/Slytherin Quidditch match. Their competitions were unsatisfying for them both because neither ever won completely. It was maddening.

"Great," he muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "Just fabulous."

"Well, at least you don't have to worry about the Head Girl making a move," James pointed out fairly.

"Yeah, she wishes," he smirked.

"Um, no," Jame said smugly, "I thought what I just said is that she doesn't."

Scorpius shrugged, "I've never met a girl who didn't."

"Except Rose," James interjected.

"Well," he said carelessly, "She would if I made an effort. But, of course, that would involve being in the same room with her for more than two minutes, which I simply don't feel inclined to do."

"I don't think she'd be attracted to you, even if you did," James said idly, holding in his smirk.

"Uh, yeah, she would," he replied, "Even Weasley's capable of feeling. Besides," he smirked, "No one can resist this."

In a way, he was right, James had to grudgingly admit. Scorpius was smart, he was handsome, he was in shape, thanks to Quidditch, he was talented, he was funny, and, believe or not, sensitive and considerate when he felt like it. Not that he felt like it too often.

"She can," James challenged.

Scorpius rolled his eyes, "This is a pointless argument."

"I bet you, even if you spent all year trying, that you couldn't make her fall in love with you."

"Oh yeah?" Scorpius said without reservations. Unlike Rose, he didn't have a reasonable, rational voice in his head. He was no Ravenclaw. "What are the stakes?"

"If I win you have to kiss her, full on the mouth, in front of the entire Great Hall."

He smirked as Scorpius cringed a bit before saying, "And if I win?"

James thought for a fraction of a second. He planned on losing, and he didn't want to have to do two horribley embarrassing things when he did, "I'll streak through the Great Hall," he said easily.

"You're that confident?"

"Oh yeah."

They were both smirking.

"Game on."

So, that's chapter one. Please review!

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