What just happened?

What just happened? One second she's screaming at him and the next he's kissing her? She felt the shock burn through every cell in her body, freezing her limbs, thoughts and lips as his worked fervently against them. And then she suddenly felt repulsed, so she shoved him roughly backward taking an unsteady step away, her hand springing up protectively to hover in front of her now swollen lips.

He could tell by her body language how she felt, and rejection and embarrassment coursed painfully through his veins. His intense stare bore into her, looking for a glimmer of hope, but there was only disgust. Feeling the tell-tale sting of tears in his eyes he dropped his head and left the room abruptly, leaving her there alone, reeling.

Rose stood there for a long time, waiting for her brain to finally start working again, to begin processing what had just happened. What had just happened? She tried to run it through in her mind. She had followed him into the boy's bathroom, why? To shout, to scream, to vent… Lily. Lily had asked him to go to Hogsmeade with her for Valentine's day. After years of infatuation with her older brothers handsome, forbidden fruit best friend, she had finally built up the courage to ask him out, in front of Albus, in the Great Hall, at breakfast. And he had rejected her.

"…no Lily. I'm sorry, but just… no." And then he'd left. And she followed him, ran in here screaming.

"How could you? You know as well as any of us that she's in love with you! What, you think you can do better? You think she's not good enough for you, for a Malfoy?" she spat. He stared at her in shock, which then morphed into anger.

"Oh, of course that's what you think, you've always thought I'm a proud egotistical pureblood at heart, like my family, despite knowing me for six years, despite me being Albus' best friend, despite spending every Christmas with the Potters and not the Malfoys, what is it, a rouse? A trick, a lie?" he yelled.

"Well then, tell me, tell me the incredibly justifiable reason that you would turn down a gorgeous, sweet, smart, funny girl that is so obviously, completely, head over heels in love with you that…"

And then he grabbed her face and kissed her.

The repulsion that settled in her stomach was from the realisation that it actually meant something to her. It felt… good and… right. The excitement of it lingered on her skin, tingling amidst her shame. How could this be happening? Lily…

She needed to talk to someone. She raced out of the room and headed for the Ravenclaw common room in search of her best friend Rowan. Not finding her there or in the dormitory, she headed for the library, usually the best place to find a Ravenclaw. She gave the room a quick scan then started checking each of the stacks until she reach the darkest corner and froze.

She had found Rowan. But Rowan was not carefully scanning the shelves for intellectual literature as had Rose assumed, she was in fact pushed up against the shelves in an intimate and compromising position with none other than her cousin Albus.

"Rose!" she yelped, disentangling herself from Albus' arms, who stared at Rose in mute shock, but she did not stay for an answer, she turned on her heel and headed out of the room, unable to process why her cousin and best friend wouldn't tell her they were, she assumed, in a relationship. Annoyance bristled on her skin, irritated both by their betrayal and by the fact that she now had no one to talk to about the fact that Scorpius Malfoy, long standing bane of her life, with whom she only ever sniped, bickered or concentrated her outrageous competiveness against, had just kissed her, and all she wanted to do was to do it again. That was when she ran into the excited face of Lily Potter.

"Rose," she squealed, "he said yes!"

She froze. Ok, what just happened?

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AN: This started out as a quick one shot but it morphed into more, so if I get a good response then I'll continue the story!