**UPDATE, 2/13/11- I posted the story yesterday, and when I reread it I got annoyed with something so I went ahead and edited it a bit.

Nothing too major, just some wording and stuff, so if you've already read this chapter, you don't need to read it again. xD Thanks, guys!

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Hey guys(:

This was originally going to be a oneshot, but I got more ideas for it ^-^

I MIGHT EVEN MAKE THIS LONGER THAN JUST 2 CHAPTERS!

AND EVEN FINISH IT!

Review, please.

For Zaina, the awesomeest person in the whole wide worrrldd.

Disclaimer: Yes, I def. own Harry Potter (SARCASM ALERT!)

"Erm. Hello, Rose." What progress you have made, Scorpius. You even said her first name. Well done, Scorpius. Now all you have to do is ask her out. And then make sure she says yes, so that useless sniggering thing over there won't make fun of you. No pressure. At all.

"Good bye, Malfoy." She said over her shoulder, barely looking up at me (okay, fine. She didn't look at me at all). She scribbled another word on her parchment.

"So. Uh… I…. Er…." I stuttered, offended that Weasley had the guts to ignore me, the Scorpius Malfoy.

"Spit it out, Malfoy." Oh, well that was nice.

"Well…. I…. There's this…, I mean like..., You know how...," I could tell by her sigh that she was getting annoyed, "Doeryouwanergooutwidme?"

"Come again, Malfoy?" Rose lifted her head slightly to raise an eyebrow at me. Al snickered from somewhere behind me.

"Er. Do you wanna uh….." I gulped, "Y'know, well, uh."

"I don't comprehend the random words coming out of your mouth." She answered swiftly, rolling her eyes.

"It's not random." I retorted, folding my arms across my chest.

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is NOOOT."

"Is TOOOO."

"IS NOT."

"IS T—"

"Why, hello there. Nice seeing you all, cooperating with each other so…. so… er…. nicely." Screw you, you despicable, horrible person. Erm, I mean, hello, my dear friend, Albus Potter! How nice to see you on this fine, fine day.

"…"

"What, no greetings to your beloved cousin Al?" The miserable little thing widened his eyes. I think he was trying to look innocent. Needless to say, it didn't really work.

"Actually, Al—" I was cut off.

"Thing, can you tell your nice little friend to bugger off while I do some homework?" Rose glared at him, pointing to the parchment she had been writing on before.

"You talking to Scorp, Rosie?"

"As a matter of fact, thing, I was talking to you." She poked a finger at his chest, "So will you?"

"Nope." I hate you Albus. So. Much.

"Turn that no into a yes, and maybe I'll spare you on my killing raid tonight."

"Maybe?" Al smirked.

"Fine, I'll spare you. Happy?" She grunted, glancing at me before shifting her deep, ocean blue eyes back to her lovely cousin, "Are you guys done, like terrorizing me yet? Cause I kinda, sortof, really need to finish my Potions essay. Now."

"Just one thing, Rosieposie. There's this thing that Scorpius has been bugging me about for ages, and I really think that this is the most perfect opportunity for him to tell- well, ask really, you about-" I cut him off quickly, fearing where this was heading. And if you're wondering how in the world I knew where this was heading, I'll have you know that I, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, can read minds.

"Oh, we were just leaving, Weas-Rose! You go and write your essay! Score me an O, will you?" I grabbed Al's arm turning around as quickly as possible, planning to drag him back to our dorm, until Weasley, er… I mean Rose's voice stopped me.

"Ask me something, hm? Well, go ahead." She smirked. Rose Weasley just smirked at me. Weasley just smirked at me. At the Smirk King. She smirked at the Smirk King. She was going to pay. Rose Weasley was going to pay big time. Nobody- and I mean nobody- smirks at the Smirk King.

"Oh, I completely forgot about that!" I smacked my forehead lightly, releasing my hold on Al, faking surprise, "Wanna tell me what the answer to number eight on our arithmancy homework?" Oh, the expression on Al's face when I said that…. where's the camera when you need one?

"...Uh, twenty-nine." Rose answered slowly, her eyes wide with confusion and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Thank you, Weaslrose!" Hah. Weaslrose. My new nickname for any disgustingly un-Malfoy person named Rose Weasley. You didn't have to call her Rose, but you didn't call her Weasley either. I was a genius.

I glanced quickly back at Rose as I started pulling (a very, very pissed off) Al hurriedly back into our dormitory, I suddenly realized what it, the odd thing in her eyes, was.

Hurt.

author's note:

Yup, definitely adding on more later.

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