Well, since you were asking for it, here's the sequel chapter.

Rose was impossible. How can she deflect the Malfoy hotness? He was top of the class, yes (well, if you chuck Rose out of Hogwarts). He was probably the best Slytherin Quidditch Chaser there is (with just a bit of a huge ego). He was so stinking freaking rich that he could afford probably the entire Diagon Alley (maybe he is just exaggerating). He is adored by every girl in Hogwarts, and followed by every guy too (except Adrian Hardy because he is anti-social). What else? Oh yeah, have you seen his face? He was an angel with a cunning and entrapping bad boy's attitude, a stud who gave Adonis a run for his money, and best of all, he was the Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

So how in the world can he make girls fall down on their knees and beg to share one night with him, when he can't even make Rose look at him with her eyes filled with want and need? That is obviously a perfect evidence that she is wrong in the head, much as she is the brightest witch in Hogwarts, after her mother of course. Maybe he just acted like a total sucking git towards her? Or maybe...maybe she's a lesbian!

Scorpius shook his head. He can get every single girl inside Hogwarts, but not Rose Weasley. That makes him want her more. But there is something much deeper.

As he stared at her during dinner in the Great Hall, Scorpius came to realize that Rose probably means something much more than an academic rival and a...erm...should we say a non-platonic target to him. Rose was quite nice. Oh what an understatement.

She wasn't prude or overly-conservative; she had self-respect which his fan girls need a heavy dosing of. She was smart and witty. She knows what to say at the right time and at the right place, just as she doesn't get nervous or anything, because she talks like a blithering idiot when that happens, which he must admit is adorable. But, oh boy, when you anger her, there is no stopping her, unless there's a firm figure of authority around, she shuts up and behaves like a dear little angelic puppy with freckles and red hair. And there are just so many things that Scorpius actually like about Rose. So, all in all, Rose was likeable. Possibly, even more than that.

But what is more?

Oh yes, Scorpius is afraid of admitting his real feelings about Rose. Eck, feelings. Even the sound of the word sends him reclining back to his comfort zone, which is pure and colossal arrogance and ego.

"Scorp," Anthony Birch, one of his mates, said. "Are you staring at Weasley?"

"No," Scorpius stood up and walked out of the great hall.

He reached the Slytherin common room and sat at his favourite squashy armchair, staring at the fire and trying not to think of Rose...and failing. Behind him, a couple of students from his year were rowdily discussing who they would shag, they wouldn't shag, and who they find shaggable but wouldn't shag.

"Camilla Florence?" Scorpius recognized Hemming's voice. "Definitely, absolutely. I would shag her from Monday to Friday and into the next millennium. Have you seen her wet? I have, and Merlin—"

"I don't like her," said Dawson. "She's an airhead."

"I would shag her," Thrifton announced. "I don't care if she's an airhead. You don't actually make intellectual conversations when you bang someone dry, don't you?"

"How about Kelly Barnes?"

Hemming guffawed. "Not in a million years!"

"But she's good in bed," Thrifton said.

"Have you tried her?" Dawson asked.

Pause. Scorpius waited for the answer. "Yes," Thrifton finally admitted.

"Alright, now I know I would definitely not shag her in a million years," Hemming said. "Okay, next is...Rose Weasley?"

Scorius' head snapped straight when he heard Rose's name. He tried to look nonchalantly.

Dawson spoke up, "Oh, she's a nerd. And, like, she's never had a boyfriend. I'd do her."

"Well then, I would love to have the pleasure to be her first shagger!" Thrifton replied.

Hemming sighed. "I think she's hot if she just knows how to fix herself up. I'd shag her."

Scorpius turned around and glared at them.

"Need anything?" Dawson asked.

"Yeah, shut your mouth," Scorpius snarled and went away, but after Dawson scoffed and showed his middle finger.

The blonde headed for the quiet and peaceful library as he thought about Rose. What the hell was happening to him? Yesterday, he flirted with Rose, which she did not welcome gracefully. She practically shooed his arse out of the library. And she was talking about someone's body? Whose body? His body? Well, he hopes for. Wait, what is he thinking about?

"Good evening Scorpius," Deborah greeted him. She was one of his rabid fan girls.

"Hi," he said curtly then ran away. He found an isolated table and grabbed a random book from a shelf. He boredly flicked the pages, but his mind was set to only one thing. And that one thing happened to be in the library too.

"Wh—what do you mean I can't borrow a book anymore?" Rose said weakly.

"You borrow way too many books, Ms. Weasley," Madam Pince said firmly. "You can borrow next week; the book you are borrowing is currently in demand. There are reservations made—"

"It's not fair!"

"You can use the book only inside the library. No more arguments. End of story. Now please take your seat before I—"

"Alright," Rose grumbled.

Scorpius watched her take a seat in one of the empty tables. She brought out a roll of parchment, an inkwell and her quill, an opened the book she tried to borrow. He stood up and walked behind a shelf to peer closer at Rose. Usually, this was done by his fan girls for him. Now, he was the one doing it. He felt like a stalker.

She was furiously muttering, "I guess I have to finish this shitty essay here. Stupid assignment! What kind of—"

"Do mine ears deceive me?" Scorpius emerged from behind the shadow of the book shelf and stood beside Rose's chair. "You're actually complaining about an assignment? The Rose Academic-Queen Weasley?"

Rose froze but gained her composure and said, "Just because I do well in class does not mean I enjoy every bit of it."

Scorpius chuckled charmingly and sat beside her, his right arm resting on the back of Rose's chair. Rose dragged her chair an inch away from him and said, "Don't you have something better to do?"

"No," Scorpius murmured.

"Well, if you're going to stay there, at least keep quiet and...d—don't...don't crowd me," she replied calmly and scribbled on her paper like hell.

"Whoa, you're not banishing my company?" Scorpius said.

Rose looked at him for the first time, "I don't want to argue. I have a battle with my Charms essay."

"You do realize that it's due next week?" Scorpius told her.

"Yes I do,"

"Then why do it now?"

Rose banged the table with her hands, "Because I have tons of homework to do for the weekend! I have to read chapters nine to fifteen for Ancient Runes, research the different uses of a salamander's kidney in Potions, practice body parts alteration spells for Transfiguration, memorize the timeline of Belinda Jacques-de-Groismpes for History of Magic, and do a report on computers for Muggle Studies—"

"You take Muggle Studies?" Scorpius asked. He was perfectly amused.

"Yes!" she answered exasperatedly. "I have to finish this essay so I can concentrate on—"

"Did you know that a couple of Slytherins said that they would like to shag you?" he said quietly. His face was unreadable that Rose found herself to a stop from her maniac stressing moment.

"Well, that's—that's, erm..."

"You like that, don't you?" he accused. He met her eyes. They were soft and wondering and nervous. She was blushing.

"No," Rose said sternly. "Unlike you, those boys you are indicating, and the girls all of you have shagged, I do not fornicate."

Scorpius smirked and leaned back. "You amuse me more than anyone or anything can, Weasley."

Rose scoffed, "I am not some kind of entertainment you use when you are bored from living your pathetic excuse of a life."

She snapped the book close, and went to place it to it's shelf, then she gathered her things and went out of the library.

Way to go Scorpius, he thought. What was happening to him? He was moody beyond reason. Must be the damned hormones. Oh puberty!

"Weasley, wait!" he hollered.

"Mr. Malfoy!" The librarian reprimanded as he exited from the room.

He saw Rose, who was climbing the stairs with her things pressed against her chest by her arms. he doubled his pace until he caught up with her. He touched her arm and she turned around.

"What?" she hissed.

"Y—you're not angry, are...are you?" he panted. Scorpius reached out to hold her arm.

The slightest of touch made Rose flinch and she said, "Don't do that!"

"Do what?"

"Just go away, will you?" she turned to leave and climbed the stairs, taking two flights at a time.

"Weasley come back," he chased her.

"No, I don't want to," she said loudly. Rose walked briskly into a deserted corridor.

"Come on Weasley!"

"No! Go away!"

"Why are you running away, Rose?"

She stopped on her tracks and faced him.

"Are you scared?" Scorpius said. There he stood, his face a little pink from all the running, his hair was dishevelled and he was breathing deeply to catch his breath. Still he looked handsome. "Well, are you?"

"Scared of what?" she spat. "Your womanizing skills? Your ability to charm every witch to your bed? Your capacity to make blokes realize their effeminate side?"

Scorpius knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "You mean, turn guys into gays? I didn't—"

"Remember John Sherman of Ravenclaw? Yeah, last year he came out of the closet and said he really liked you."

"That doesn't mean I converted him—"

"We both know you did,"

Scorpius sighed, "So are you scared? Rose?"

Rose stared at him. "No. Why should I?"

Scorpius took a few steps forward, so that he was an arm's length away from her. "Because you know you don't want to succumb to thoughts and feelings you think would make you weak. I know I do."

Rose clutched her bag tighter against her body. Scorpius looked at it, and reached out to take it away from her. It was good that she did not reacted negatively or something. He placed the bag on the floor and looked down on her face, which was feigning indifference but written on her eyes were curiosity and anxiety.

"So, whose body where you muttering about yesterday?" he asked with a smirk.

"Nobody's," she replied cheekily.

"If you say so," and Scorpius gave in to hormones.

He never thought of kissing her. He kissed so many girls in his life that glandular fever once threatened him. But nothing compared to this kiss. It was nothing rash and hungry, but rather sweet and relishing. Rose's arms hang limply beside her. Scorpius' hands held her head in such an endearing manner that Rose wondered where the insults he gave her all their years came from. One of his hands crept on the small of her back, while the other remained resting on her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek. Rose found the courage to respond with the gestures and she gingerly placed her hands on his shoulders.

Scorpius parted his lips and smiled. Their eyes opened and they stared at each other. "You can do better that that," he breathed.

"Cut me some slack," she said. "This is my first."

"I'm honored," Scorpius kissed the corner of her mouth.

After a few minutes, they went back to their common rooms with messy hair and swollen lips.

Yeah, hormones are disgusting.

Oh my Godric. That was actually the most explicit kissing scene I have ever written. Bah, I'm terrible. Ogh, I feel awkward. The reviewers told me they were expecting for more; THIS is what I came up with. I know, it's STUPID. But I'm working on another two Scorose fics. One is published, the other is on my drafts.

Okay, get this straight: I'm not exactly "well-adapted" to writing hot and steamy fics...and I'm not gonna apologize for that. I'm more of a fluffy romantic with a few crazy funny teasing and antics, so that's how clichéd and childish I am. I don't how well this chapter did, but I'm completely weirded out, haha.

Sorry for wrong grammars and spellings.

Review now or meet your end. Haha!