Pissed did not cover it! Oh no, Rose Weasley was not 'pissed' as her brother so eloquently put it! She was furious. Striding down the cold stone corridor, seemingly oblivious to the other students milling around her, fiery hair flying out behind in vicious scarlet curls, Rose was a girl on a mission, on the look-out for a certain blonde haired general pain in the ass.

A tiny, huge eyed first year dove out of her way in fright. This was not a good day for Rose! First, her mother went postal because she didn't want to be head girl. Now that might sound strange but she didn't think she was cut out to have that kind of responsibility and not screw up. Then Rose found out the unthinkable... Her partner in head boy/girl ship had turned out to be none other than Scorpius Malfoy! It was just plain unfair, the two had had a rivalry going since first year when he pushed her head-first into the luggage rack on the Hogwarts Express.

Stalking up to the portrait which hid the Head Dorms (oh joy oh joy) she hammered on the painting, ignoring the protests from Sir Lancelot, the occupant of the painting, though how a muggle legend had ended up in a Hogwarts portrait she would never know!

The portrait opened and Malfoy himself poked his head out eyes dancing in laughter at her irritated glare.

"Let me in." She growled, staring him down, then looking confused for a moment, he had beautiful silver/gray eyes.

He smirked as she shook her head seemingly trying to rid herself of some unpleasant image or other, "What about the magic word, Weasley junior?" He grinned and brushed his messy, white blonde fringe out of his eyes.

She glared at him through her slashed fringe and repeated, "Let. Me. In."

"How does it feel looking like a Shetland pony, Weasley?" He grimaced blowing the deep red strands out of her vision and stepping back to let her through.

She stared at him, surprised, and then walked past, still sporting a stunned expression. The shared common room was cosy and had a little kitchen at one end.

"Since when do we get a kitchen, Malformation?" She queried, half curious half sneering.

"No idea your majesty but maybe you should get your ass over there to have a look because you're currently blocking my ability to shut the door!" He growled at the insult she'd sent his way, and then noting her lack of movement, nudged her out of the way with his hip, catching her off balance and sending her skidding across the floor on her backside in a flurry of robes and red strands. Grinning he inspected the portrait before closing it.

"So who is that guy in the painting anyway?" He asked, looking puzzled, "I've never heard of a wizard named Sir Lancelot!"

"That got me too!" Rose admitted, dragging herself off the floor and pulling her robes off to reveal skinny jeans, a vest top and loose waistcoat, and a lot of dangly necklaces. "He was a muggle so I can't think why he would be in a Hogwarts portrait, then again, legend has it that he was the 'right hand man' if you will, of King Arthur of Camelot, whose advisor was a wizard." She finished sucking in a breath.

"You really should stop to breath when you talk you know Rosie!" Malfoy grinned as she shot 'my evil death ray will destroy metropolis' glares at him.

"Don't ever call me Rosie is you like what's in your jeans the shape it is currently!" She warned, and he smirked at her running his fingers through his hair as he took a step closer...

"Wouldn't you like to know what's in my jeans Rose?!" He whispered softly and dangerously, taking another step towards her.

"Hah, nice try Malpractice, but considering you're male, then what's in your jeans shouldn't be a revelation to anyone!" Rose grinned, then placed a hand sympathetically on his forearm and lowered her voice slightly to purr, "Unless of course there's something you're not telling me!" She stated with a grin, backing up and cocked an eyebrow at him, "Is the little Scorpion a girl?!" She smirked at his furious expression and turned to walk away.

"No I bloody am not!" He growled, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him. They were impossibly close now and he could almost count the delicately curved black eyelashes that fluttered against her cheek as she blinked in awareness of their proximity.

"Mal..." She started, but he cut her off.

"Do I need to prove it to you?" he whispered, inching his lips closer to her ear, "Because that could be dangerous!"

"Yes, dangerous..." She gasped slightly, turning her head to the side as he moved closer to her neck, the gentle breaths caressing her skin causing Goosebumps.

"Maybe we should try getting along?" He suggested, as she backed up against the wall and he followed, almost stalking her like a lion with its prey. They had reached the tiny kitchen now and her eyes fluttered closed as he drew level with her, "Open your eyes." He stated brushing his hand through her hair to the nape of her neck.

Rose opened her eyes and took a sharp intake of breath when she saw his eyes, dark and heated gazing into her golden ones from merely inches away.

"Keep them open" He murmured softly, grazing his lips across her jaw to her ear where he nibbled softly as her heart beat quickened and he moved to the pulse point in her neck and sucked gently, one hand caressing her hip and sliding fluidly down to her leg, pulling it up around his waist.

One gentle moan from Rose was all it took for the pace to change, groaning he pulled her closer and kissed her hard, running his free hand up her spine as she shivered and raked her fingers through his hair, arching her back gently, and pushing off from the wall to wrap both legs around him. Scorpius made a guttural sound in the back of his throat and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, fingers flying up her leg to the inside of her thigh, her breathing hitched and his lips traced her collarbone as her trembling hands reaches for the buttons on the front of his shirt, their breath and gasps mingling when she pawed his muscular chest running her petite hand down to the waistband of his jeans....

With a gasp Scorpius woke up and shot up off his new bed in the head's dorm, he could have sworn he only closed his eyes for a second, "Shit!" he exclaimed scraping his hands through his hair closing his eyes in exasperation then looking down and realising that he was pitching a tent. He reached for his top button but didn't get that far as there was a sudden loud banging for the common room.

Rushing down the stairs he opened the portrait and peered out to find the delectable Miss Weasley herself.

"Let me in!" She growled then tipped her head to the side at his uncomfortable expression then looked down and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Happy to see me Maladjusted?"

A/N – my first fanfic so please be kind, a little bit of fluff and smut for all you Rosious fans out there. I love them together, I used to be a Draco/Ginny shipper then decided Rose and Scorpius were so much better together! Read and Review please bods 