Somewhere in Hogwarts there were students having actual fun, but not the seventh years. They were forced, on the first warm day of the year, to sit inside and study for NEWTs. Granted, there were probably some seventh years that threw caution to the wind, and were outside enjoying the sun. But Rose Weasley, Ravenclaw, was not one of them.

Rose twirled the quill in her fingers, paying no attention to her books or study guides, and instead chose to watch the dust motes dance in the air. She enjoyed the way the sun set light to them, making it nearly impossible to ignore them. She thought that they could probably make a great metaphor for life, but it was too warm in the library to think properly.

"Rose, are you even listening?" Rose snapped to attention at the sound of her name. Looking over to her right, she found herself being glared at by Scorpius Malfoy, long term partner in crime. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm listening." She nodded. "What were you saying?"

He shook his head. "No, no, you've clearly got more important things on your mind."

"Scorpius, don't be a twat." Rose sighed.

"Who's being a twat?" He feigned innocence.

Rose groaned, slamming her hands on the table. "Just tell me what's on your mind."

"Just your arse-" Scorpius went red. "Uh, I mean, just you being an arse."

"Really," Rose grinned devilishly.

"Yes,"

"Are you sure?"

"Completely,"

"So if I were to do this," Rose stood and leaned against the table as provocatively as she could manage. "You wouldn't have a problem."

"None at all," But she could see him swallow.

Rose hummed. "And if I were to suddenly just, I don't know, drop my quill, and have to lean over to pick it up." She did as she described, and bit back a smile when she saw Scorpius fidget in his seat. "Or if I felt the need to sit on your lap, for lack of chairs let's say."

"That's completely fine," He tried to shrug nonchalantly. "You can sex-I mean, sit-where you want."

"Is that an open invitation?" Rose grinned, lowering her face to Scorpius'.

"Depends on who's asking." He smirked, glancing at her lips.

"Do you see anyone else?" She muttered.

"Mmm, no," Scorpius snaked his hand to the back of her neck. Rose felt her heart accelerate at the prospect of kissing her best friend. Well, okay, he hadn't been just her best friend since a lonely night in the Ravenclaw common room sometime in January. This was different, exciting. This was public. Their lips were a breath away.

"Whoa, what are you guys doing?" Came the inconvenient voice of Albus Potter, cock-block extraordinaire.

"Nothing, we're doing nothing." Rose replied, feeling disappointed when Scorpius dropped his hand from her neck.

"Didn't look like nothing." Albus frowned.

"Ah," Scorpius sighed. "Al, you're just seeing things."

"That's was no hallucination, mate." Albus frowned. Rose pushed away from the table, gathered her things in her arms, and walked backwards away.

"I'll see you." She threw a glance her cousin's way. "We can have a snogging session later. Oops, I mean a studying session." With a wink, she spun on her heel and strutted away.

Albus studied his friend's face, as his cousin left. Starry eyes, dopey smile, head resting on a hand, the signs were all there. His brows furrowed. "You're completely in love with her, aren't you?"

Scorpius dropped his head to the table top with a loud thunk. "I'm so fucked."

A/N- A quick little drabble idea I had. I dunno, I'm just kind of fascinated with the idea of a Freudian Slip. It's just been a way to work through serious writters block.

I might add on to this.