My heart is beating abnormally fast. My world is spinning out of control. My mind is racing, yet, at the same time, I can't form a coherent thought.

Why?

Because Scorpius Malfoy is kissing me. His lips feel wonderful against mine. His hands are doing amazing things. He's making it so difficult to hate him. But I do hate him; I really do. Yet somehow, here I am. Pressed up against my worst enemy.

-Flashback-

"Rose!" my best friend Ellie Parker hollered. "Come on!"

"Coming!" I screamed back. I gave my parents one last goodbye hug and kiss before joining Ellie. We climb into the Hogwarts Express, and she squeals.

"Can you believe it?!" she exclaims. "We're seventh years!"

"I know," I respond with a huge smile.

"We're going to use your new Head's Room for huge parties," she tells me as she yanks me into an empty compartment.

"Ellie, I think having a party in the Head's Room isn't the best thing for me to do. I'm Head Girl. I need to set a good example."

She responds by rolling her eyes.

"Hey. It's my Head Girl," a voice comes from the doorway.

"Hi, Albus," I greet. He smiles, straightens his Head Boy badge, and sits next to me.

"So," he begins, "what are you girls gossiping about?"

"Albus." I roll my eyes. "School hasn't even started yet. How would we have anything to gossip about?"

"Actually," Ellie butts in, "I do have some gossip."

I turn to her. "Spill," I demand.

"I really need to find some guy friends," Albus says rolling his eyes but still looking interested.

"Where's Malfoy?" I ask.

Albus shrugs. "Actually," Ellie says, "he's the subject of the gossip." I raise my eyebrows. "So, I heard that he hooked up with some Muggle girl over the holidays."

I sigh. I know that it's not true. Scorpius Malfoy wouldn't be caught dead with a Muggle. I block out Ellie's ranting and think about Hogwarts. It's always been my home away from home. I love my family, but sometimes I just need to get away from them. Of course, I'm always by a Potter-Weasley; we make up a lot of the school population. But I don't have to spend every minute around them. Sometimes I wish I wasn't always in the spotlight just because I have famous parents.

"Rose?" Albus asks.

I turn to him. "What?"

"You zoned out," Ellie scolds.

"I know. I'm sorry," I say.

"It's time to go," Albus informs us.

"Where?"

"The prefects meeting," he answers standing up. I get up and, after a quick goodbye to Ellie, follow him.

We get halfway to the meeting place when Albus stops.

"Hey, man," I hear someone greet him. I groan as I recognize the voice. Scorpius Malfoy.

"Hey!" Albus responds. He and Malfoy do one of those man hug things.

Malfoy opens his mouth to say something when he notices me. "Oh, great! It's little Weasley."

"Shut up, Malfoy," I respond.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much did you miss me?" he asks. "One million?"

I flick him off and turn to Albus. "Can we please go?"

"Rose, just relax," Albus sighs. "Why can't you two just get along?"

"Cause he's a git," I say.

At the same time, Malfoy laughs, "Look at her! You expect me to get along with that?"

"Yes, I do," Albus states. "It bothers me that you can't just get along for five minutes. For me?" He puts on a pout and puppy dog eyes.

Malfoy and I burst into laughter. "Al," I say between giggles, "you look like a six year old!"

"An ugly six year old!" Malfoy adds.

We laugh together, and Albus's pout turns into a small smile. "See, you're getting along!" I stop laughing at the same moments as Malfoy. "You just need to find common ground."

"Our common ground is making fun of you," I tell him.

"Whatever it takes," he says with a smile. I roll my eyes.

"Let's go," I demand. "You and Malfoy can have time for your bromance later." I grab his wrist and pull him along with me.

"Rose," he whines. "You're so annoying sometimes."

"Whatever." We get to the prefect room, and it doesn't take long for all the other prefects to get there.

The meeting goes smoothly. Being cousins and friends since forever, it's easy for Albus and me to be Heads together. We talk for a few more minutes after the meeting.

"I'm gonna head out," Albus says. "I wanna find Patrick and ask him about Quidditch try-outs this year."

I say bye and roll my eyes. Boys and their Quidditch. Several moments later, the door opens again. I turn to see-you guessed it-Scorpius Malfoy.

"Go away, Malfoy," I snap.

"Aww, Weasley, not happy to see me?" he asks. When I don't reply, he questions, "Where's Albus?"

"He left. Sorry."

"Sorry? That's not a bad thing."

I turn to look at him with a confused expression. "Why isn't that a bad thing?"

"Because, if he were here, I couldn't do this." He struts over to me, grabs me, and smacks his lips against mine.

-Flashback over-

It's been several minutes since he first put his lips against mine. Thanking Albus for leaving, I forcefully move my lips against his. Our tongues battle, and we break apart for air after several more minutes.

"Nice seeing you, Rose," he says. After a wink, he turns and walks out.

I gasp to catch my breath and sit down in a nearby chair. My mind races with questions, but I don't let myself think about them. I just relive the feeling of Scorpius. The feeling of his lips, his tongue, his everything.

"There you are!" a voice shouts at the door. I turn to see Ellie. "We're almost at Hogwarts. You need to change into…" She looks at me up and down. "What happened to you!?"

She comes over and sits down next to me. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a mini mirror. Thanking her, I flip it open and look at my reflection. I look horrible. "Wow. I didn't know that I looked this bad."

"Well, you do. What happened?" she questions.

I look at her and debate whether or not to tell her about Scorpius. "Promise not to laugh?"

"Promise."

"I was going to leave the compartment, but I didn't realize the door was closed. I ran right into it and fell down." She bursts out laughing, and I fake frown. "You promised not to laugh." She acts like she didn't hear me and continues to laugh hysterically. I put a smile on my face and think about what happened earlier.

Why did Malfoy kiss me? And why did he call me Rose? We were definitely not on a first name basis.