A rather stunning revelation that occurred to me a few weeks ago.

Disclaimer: Sorry, I'm not, nor will I ever be, JK Rowling. That clever witch.

Boys are idiots.

They only care about Quidditch or the next bird they're going to shag. They have absolutely no emotions, unless you count their hormonal urges, but honestly, who does? This is the life I was forced to live. The life I'm surrounded by.

Boys. You can't live with them.

But every once in a while, a special boy will come along and sweep you off your feet. The one guy who tells you that he loves you and means it, someone who calls you beautiful at your worst— just someone who can make you inexplicably happy.

Let me just say that I have not yet found that boy.

These types of standards were bound to result from living with a mother who was brought up in the Muggle world. My mum always said that your perfect guy could be anyone. For her, she never suspected that my dad would be her husband. Her best friend. But my best friends aren't exactly boyfriend material.

One of them is a girl. I'm not against gays or lesbians, but I just happen to be straight. Helena Zabini was in Ravenclaw with me.

Another one is my cousin. Of course, Albus and I do love each other, but it was only a family love that could only be shared by us cousins. Either way, that Slytherin was in love with Helena.

Then there's Scorpius. No offense to him, but he was the git of Slytherin. Actually, he was the git of the entire school. I think he's snogged half of the girls in sixth year, and shagged the other half.

I think the only sixth years not head over heels for him are Helena (they're cousins for Merlin's sake) and me. As much as I love him, I just don't love him that way. If he wasn't one of my best friends, I think I'd hate him…a lot.

So yes, it's painfully obvious that I won't find love with those three.

But back to my original conclusion: boys are idiots.

"Why, hello love!"

Speaking of idiots.

"What, Scorpius?"

"Well, I don't have money at the moment…and I'd absolutely love a butterbeer right now…" he trailed off, looking rather hopeful.

We were in the Hogwarts café. It was built after the war to promote inter-house relations and because first and second years were jealous of everyone else being able to go to Hogsmeade. It was run by some house elves who worked at the school.

"No."

"Please, my darling Rosie?"

"Your darling Rosie?" I asked with a fake smile and a buttery tone, which he fell for immediately.

"Yes."

"For that…" I said seductively while standing up, putting my hand on his shoulder as he stared at me with wide eyes, "no."

"Aww! Why not?" he pouted.

"You're a Malfoy, which means you're loaded with money," I pointed out wisely.

"What's he whining about this time?" Helena questioned with Albus trailing behind.

"He wants me to buy him a butterbeer," I replied indifferently.

"Just flirt with some girl, Scorp. They'll probably buy you one," joked Albus.

"No thanks, Al. I don't particularly like flirting with you," he teased back.

I snickered at my blushing cousin while Helena placed her hand on Albus's shoulder comfortingly. They exchanged small smiles before their eyes flickered back to the conversation.

Ugh. Damn puppy love.

"Alright, so tell me. Who are your dates to the Winter Masquerade Ball?" Scorpius asked suddenly.

The Winter Masquerade Ball was for fourth through seventh years. It was planned mostly by prefects, such as yours truly (and, amazingly enough, Scorpius), and the Heads.

"Well, Eric Goldstein and Greg Smith asked me," Helena admitted first. "I said no to Smith and maybe to Goldstein. I'm still waiting for a certain person to ask me." She sighed dejectedly and stared at me. I suppose she wanted for me to tell Albus to ask her.

"Ask him yourself," I said uninterestedly. "He's being stupid enough not to ask you, Lena."

"I didn't know you liked someone," Scorpius said slyly. "Wait until Uncle Blaise and Aunt Daphne hear about this."

"My parents will hear nothing, undersood?" Helena hissed darkly.

"Whatever. How about you, Albus?"

His green eyes lingered on Helena before answering.

"I'm going to ask her right now," Albus proclaimed confidently. "Lena, would you like to go to the ball with me? If that guy is too daft to not ask you, I'll go with you!"

"I'd love to. And by the way, you aren't that daft," Helena replied.

Well. That was quick.

Albus began to look confused, and muttered things like "stupid Ravenclaws" and "girls are so goddamn weird."

"Well, I know a bunch of people already asked our dear Rosie here," Helena said looking at me. My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed.

"Really?" Albus and Scorpius said menacingly.

"Shut up, Helena," I hissed. She smirked in response and continued.

"McLaggen, Pritchard, Whitby, Baddock, Ackerly, and Cauldwell. That's," she paused to count on her fingers, "six people! Damn, Rose! Didn't know you were that popular," she added with a wink.

"Me, neither," Scorpius said, glaring.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably and, hoping to divert the attention away from myself, asked, "Who are you taking, Scorpius?"

"Haven't asked anybody yet. So what did you say to those six guys?" he spat.

"Well, honestly, I don't think that's any of your business."

"C'mon Rose, we're all friends here!" Helena prodded. Albus nodded enthusiastically and urged for me to continue.

I sighed. "I told all of them that I would think about it…well all except McLaggen because I think we all know what an enormous prat he is."

They all nodded in agreement. Benjamin McLaggen of Hufflepuff was widely known for his fairly mediocre looks and his utter stupidity. From what I've heard, he's also an awful fuck.

"Now, c'mon Scorp, at least tell us who you're planning to ask," Helena whined.

"Doesn't matter anymore," he replied sulking. "I was going to ask her later tonight, but I decided not to."

"Well who was it?" I cried in frustration. "That's all we want to know. We couldn't really give a damn if you gave up or not."

Well I suppose that was a tad bit insensitive.

"Wouldn't you like to know! Why don't you go and snog your five remaining suitors, Weasley?" Scorpius yelled.

"What's got your wand in a knot?" I retaliated, anger instantly flaring up. "It's not like you're one of them!"

He didn't bother to give me a reply. He just grabbed all of his things and stalked out of the café.

"Think you might have stepped that just a little bit over the line, Rosie," Albus pointed out with a small smirk.

"Shut up, Albus," Helena shushed while swatting his arm.

"What?" he asked innocently while throwing his hands up in the air.

I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding in. "I guess I should go and apologize."

"I think we both know that that isn't a very bright idea, Rose," Helena said to me with a sympathetic expression on her face. I sighed again and stared at the exit where Scorpius had just left.

"Cheer up, Rose. Knowing him, he'll blow off his steam during Quidditch and be back on his feet in no time. Don't take it to heart," Albus sympathized.

He still hasn't talked to me. It's already been a week and a half. It's not live I haven't been trying either. Every time I try to corner him, he always had a way of slithering away.

I talked to Albus about it. He kept telling me he genuinely had no idea; either that or he is an absolutely amazing liar. When I questioned Helena, she genuinely had no idea.

When I had no idea what to do, I found myself walking and walking and walking up to the Astronomy Tower. The ledges were icy with sleet and the air was crisp at this height. I allowed myself to revel in the beauty of the snowy mountains and the especially blue water.

"Rose?" a familiar voice said from behind.

"Scorpius," I said turning to face him. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged in response and turned back to me. "Helena and Albus said that you wanted to talk to me, and that you came up here."

"Yeah…I just wanted to apologize, you know, for what I said last week. I was getting ahead of myself…again," I admitted. Scorpius let out a short laugh, and his lovable dimples were prominent in his cheeks.

"I guess I should say I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to blow up at you like that. So I guess I'm sorry…" Scorpius finished rather pathetically. I smiled, however, at his lame attempt of an apology. But I suppose mine wasn't much better.

"Truce?" I offered.

He laughed and said, "Truce."

"Good," I said smiling. "I need someone to annoy me for the rest of my time at Hogwarts, or until we get into the Auror Academy. Or I should say, if we will."

"Of course we will…or at least you will, with all your Outstandings."

We ended up talking for what seemed like hours and eventually went back into the castle to protect ourselves from the cold.

"I do believe we've missed dinner," I said nonchalantly.

"I do believe you're correct. Fancy a visit to the kitchens?" Scorpius asked.

"No, it's fine. I'll probably go when I'm starved."

"But isn't that always?"

"Maybe," I replied with a grin.

"Whatever. Goodnight, Rose," he said. Scorpius looked around quickly before stooping down to my height and pecked me on the corner of my mouth.

I didn't get to see his face because he immediately ran away back to the dungeons. I stood rooted to my spot, unable to move. I could feel my face heat up and I hesitantly placed my hand where Scorpius's lips touched my skin.

Bloody hell.

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