Rose and Scorpius: Seventh Year

Scorpius Malfoy has made Rose Weasley's life difficult since they met in their first year. But a few days before the beginning of their final year, Rose is pushed too far and (assisted by her cousin Lily and best friend Bethany) decides to play back just as dirty, if not more, by making herself the kind of girl Scorpius Malfoy wants but can't have. And just to make things harder, Scorpius has been challenged by his best friend to seduce Rose 'Ice Queen' Weasley by the end of the year, without falling for her. Two challenges, but only one can succeed. But who will come out victorious is the question?

Rating: T

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Chapter One: Anger and Aims

(Rose POV)

"Merlin, I hate him!" I cried, running into my room, grabbing the first book I saw, then hurling it onto the floor. I knocked my piggybank onto the floor and kicked the coins and broken shards of china in frustration. I let out an ear-piercing scream and flung myself onto my bed, tears falling down my cheeks. Why did Scorpius Malfoy have to know the right way to push my buttons?"

Merlin. Everything about him irritates me. The way his stupid platinum blonde hair is just that bit too long, so he has to continuously flip his fringe out of his face. The way he thinks he's superior to everyone. The way he knows the right time to wink or smirk, therefore reducing me into a puddle of blushes. The way I feel all shivery when I feel the gaze of his brooding grey eyes. The way he just happens to excel in everything he does: school, Quidditch, dating. That habit of his, where he just rips off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. The way he effortlessly stands out in a crowd: with his tall, muscular body, dazzling platinum-blonde hair, stormy grey eyes and... something. This special aura around him.

Merlin, he pisses me off.

"Who do you hate?"

I sat up and turned around, only to find Lily leaning against the door of my bedroom. She is part of the reason I have such a low self-esteem. She's tall, skinny – and effortlessly pretty. She's got Aunt Ginny's long strawberry blonde hair and fiery brown eyes, Uncle Harry's pale skin and high cheekbones – and the typical Weasley freckles (which she covers up with foundation to make me feel a little less of an outside, with my total of zero freckles).

She's a straight E student, and she doesn't even pick up a textbook, unless it's to hit one of our other cousins with. She's sexy, confident and has most of the guys in school chasing after her like puppy dogs. She's always the life of the party: the first to stand up and dance on a table like there's no tomorrow, the first to snog someone, the first to down a whole bottle of Firewhisky. That, and she's already snogged about a million boys. And slept with them.

"Who do you hate, Rosie?" she repeated, her voice soft and concerned yet sharp and demanding. Her brown eyes met my blue and tears sprung to my eyes as I snarled, "Malfoy."

Lily attempted to act like she wasn't turned on by the simple mention of Hogwarts' own 'sex god', she really did. First came the soothing noises, then the patting of my back and the, "What did he do now, sweetie?" But throughout this, Lily's eyes were glazed and dreamy.

"Lily, there's no point in me explaining what Malfoy did to me if you're going to sit there, fantasizing about him!" I sighed, crawling under my duvet. "Rose!" Lily cried, running her hand up and down my back over the duvet. "Sweetie, tell me. I swear to Merlin, that boy is gorgeous – but a complete shallow jerk."

That calmed me down a bit. I hated Malfoy. Despised him. Loathed him. And it would just be terrible if he hooked up with my sweet younger cousin, Lily. Even if those two are made for each other. She's his female counterpart. They're both smart without trying. They're both lusted after by everyone in school. They both stand out in a crowd. They both know the right times to flick their hair, flash a smile, smirk or wink. Merlin, I wish I could be half as carefree as those two.

I emerged from under the covers. "Well, I was in Diagon Alley…"
"As you usually are the Friday before we go back."

"Yeah. Well, anyway, I was buying parchment..."

"And?"

"... and some quills too..."
"No, Rose! I meant and what happened?"
"Oh. Um. Well. Malfoy snuck up behind me –"

"Oh! I wish Scorpius would sneak up behind me!"
"Lily!"

"Oops! Sorry, Rose!"
"Well, anyway. He told me how he was happy that he'd be sharing a dorm with me this year –"

"No way! What's so bad about that?"

"... because there would be no other guys hanging around the dormitory."

Lily's brown eyes narrowed and flashed angrily. "Jerk."

"Mm."

"Did he say anything else?"
"He said: 'See you later, Virginia.'"

"That jackass!"

"Well... um... I don't know what he was implying. I'm not even from the States, so –"

"Rose, you prat! He was hinting at your virginity!"

"What?"

"YEAH!"

Lily was really angry now. Her hair was sizzling like it was on fire, her nostrils were flaring and her breathing had become ragged. I put a hand on her forearm to calm her down before she did something she'd regret. "Don't, Lils. This isn't your battle."

Lily stood up, her eyes blazing furiously. "Yeah, you're right. It's yours. And you're letting him win?"

"No, bu –"

"But nothing, Rose. You're not fighting back! You have to fight back!"

"Lily, I –"

"No, Rose! I've sat back and watched him play with you for six years –"

"Four. You weren't at Hogwarts for the first two."

" – four years, then, whatever! But I am not sitting by and watching him mess with you any longer!"
"So... what're you going to do?"

"No, Rosie, sweetheart. It's what you're going to do."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Rosie! You are going to do this! You are going to fight back! And win!"

I sighed. You can't win against Lily, especially when she gets passionate. "Fine. What am I doing?" Lily smirked triumphantly.

"Well, let's just say you're going to make yourself the girl Malfoy wants, but could never ever have…"

(Scorpius POV)

"Merlin. I am such a bloody jerk!" I groaned, kicking my door open and flinging myself onto my bed and curling up in the covers.

"No you aren't, Scorpy," someone by the door squeaked in a falsetto voice.

I sat up, still wrapped in the covers, only to see one of my best friends, Alexander Vincent Goyle, smirking at me. Actually, he is my best friend. Our dads were friends back when they were at Hogwarts (along with Vincent Crabbe, who died in the war), and his dad was one of my dad's only remaining friends. Our dads stuck together, even though they were shunned after Voldemort's downfall. So it's no wonder Alex and I are best friends and Gregory's my godfather (and my dad is his).

"Shut up, Alex," I moaned, chucking a pillow at his head. He dodged it expertly. He's used to my ways, Alex is. He's had to put up with me since we were kids, hasn't he? It's only natural. He's the only one who's seen me cry, scream and act like a loser – i.e. he's the only one to have seen me turn off the Malfoy charm that half, scratch that, all the ladies at Hogwarts have fallen in love with.

"Aw, c'mon, Scor," he chuckled, sitting down next to me. "It can't be that bad. What'd you do? Shag a girl and leave her?"

"No."

"Shag a girl, then shag her best friend?"

"No."
"Shag a brunette, blonde and a Chinese chick; all in the course of an hour?"

"No."

He's listing all the things I've done before, some of which without turning a hair. Hey, that's me. I was brought up heartless. I wasn't cooed at, or praised; I was slapped and kicked and screamed at – all of which my grandfather did. He told me that there was no such thing as love. That's why he hates my father. My father was supposed to get married to Pansy Parkinson. It had been arranged for years and years, since they were at Hogwarts. But then he met my mother, Astoria Greengrass, one of Pansy's bridesmaids' little sister.

And so, my grandfather, when I was at the young and innocent age of nine, gave me permission to treat women however I wanted to, because when I left Hogwarts, I would be married to the sexy daughter of another of my Dad's friends, from Beaubaxtons, Alannah Zabini. Thus, he (in a psychological way, anyhow) gave me permission to shag every girl in Hogwarts – treating them all like dirt.

"Then what'd you do, Scor?" Alex continued, startling me from my thoughts.

"I met Rose Weasley in Diagon Alley."

"Oh, and let me guess. You snogged her."

"No!"

He's got a giant smirk on his face now, one that could rival mine.

"Oh, c'mon, Scor. I know you fancy Weasley. And have done for years."

"I do not, or have ever fancied any Weasley."

"What 'bout Victoire?"

We both sighed dreamily. Victoire Weasley. The Veela Weasley, with ice-blue eyes, stunning silvery-blonde hair and a lean, slim, body. Much more attractive than her sister, Dominique, who got more Weasley genes, thus resulting in strawberry-blonde hair and green eyes. Sure, her body's pretty much the same as Victoire, but – Oh, who am I kidding? There's only one Victoire Weasley.

"Well, she doesn't count. She's way too gorgeous to be counted as a Weasley."

"Haha. I bet you wish she were the Pureblood your grandfather's arranged for you to marry."

"I wish. Even if she is about seven years older than us and engaged. He wouldn't have, anyhow. He hates blood traitors just as much as Mudbloods."

"Which is why, sadly for you, you can never go out with Rose Weasley. She's got a blood traitor father and a Mudblood mother."
"Oh shut up, Alex!"
"Ha! You defended her! You fancy her!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"
"I don't"
"You do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"Don't!"

Alex rolled his eyes and grinned. "Whatever, Scor. Anyway, what'd you do?"

"I told her I was happy that I was sharing a dormitory with her this year –"

"Wait, what?"
"I'm Head Boy –"

"I know."
"And she's the Head Girl."

"Oh. Um... wow. Ok... continue."

"Yeah, well, I told her I was happy that I was sharing a dormitory with her this year, because that meant no other guys would be hanging around our dormi."

"Wow. That was mean."
"Yeah, whatever. Well, get this. I then was stupid enough to say: 'See you later, Virginia'."

"Scor! You shouldn't hint at a girl's virginity! She may not even be a virgin."

"She is. She's way too ugly to have had sex."

"Scor!"
"What? It's true."

He threw his head back and began to laugh.

"Weasley may be a virgin. And nerdy. And a half-blood. But she is not ugly. She's prettier than half the birds you shagged over the summer."

"Oh, shut up."

"I bet the only reason you don't like Weasley, and enjoy tormenting her, is because she's the only girl who isn't turned on by your charm!"

"That's ridiculous!"
"No, it isn't! I bet you can't snag Weasley."
"Why not?"

"Because in the last six years, she hasn't even talked to you properly."
"So? I prefer sex without talking first."

"Scor!"

"What?"

"I bet you cannot snag Rose 'Ice Princess' Weasley this year –"

"Wait, what?"

"– without falling for her."
"That's ridiculous. I'd never fall for Weasley."
"How are you so sure?"
"Because –"
"No, Scor. Weasley's not like those other girls. You have to be loyal to her. You have to show her you can be trusted. You have to talk to her."

"Meaning?"
"No other girls at Hogwarts."

"What?"

"Mmhm."
"And when I win, what do I get?"

"A new broom."

"Serious?"
"The loser has to buy the winner the Meteor 9000."

"But –"

"What's wrong, Scor? Chicken?"

"Nope. I'm in."

Two challenges have been set, but only one can be victorious!

MWAHAHAHAHAA! ;)

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