Why Scorpius Loves and Hates Rose Weasley From A to Z

AN: You guessed right! Hogsmeade it is.

H is for Hogsmeade

Rose and Scorpius were never particularly friends. They had two modes: fight to the death or reluctant truce. Most of the time they were in the latter of the two. In their third year, they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He thinks that's when boys started to notice that girls were different than boys, for some strange reason.

But it isn't his third year he's talking about. It's his sixth one. And it was a specific, and in some opinions, special day. It was Hogsmeade weekend. No, it was worse. It was Valentine's Day and a Hogsmeade weekend. It was so cliche that Scorpius had to hold in a gag telling this story. Anyway, so Lysander finally grew the bollocks to ask Lily out and now... he was absolutely terrified.

"What if something bad happens?" he asked him for the thousandth time that day. Scorpius swore to God he was going to kill that boy if he asked him that one more time. Seeing that his friend was bout to snap, Al reassured Lysander that nothing would go wrong. Scorpius shook his head. He'll make sure of that.

"What's that?" Al whispered as Scorpius held out a vial of something in front of his friend's face.

"Felix, for Lysander." he said, smiling as comprehension dawned on Albus's face. He smiled at Scorpius.

"You're a genius, you know. You know he's probably having a heart attack right now. I don't know why though. It's just Lily." Al shrugged and Scorpius rolled his eyes, as he daintily wrapped Caroline's small present, eyes gazing over it meticulously as if voiding it of any flaw for his gorgeous Caroline. Scorpius rolled his eyes, storing Professor Slughorn's Felix Felicis.

"And if this was Caroline-" he started but Al threw him his "that's different" look.

"Shut up Scorpius." Al said causally, holding the box protectively.

He got to the Great Hall before Lysander did. It was decorated with large vividly colored pink, red, and white flowers. The heart-shaped confetti fell lightly, and he pushed some out of his hair, looking up at the light blue ceiling.

Lysander was in their room with his brother, building up the nerve to even look at Lily. Lily wasn't downstairs either. It was occupied by couples, so many disgusting in-love couples. This was one of those rare years Scorpius went into Valentine's day alone. He hasn't not had a girlfriend since he was seven. It was... refreshing.

He sighed, Caroline rushing over to Albus, who sat next to him and they became one of those disgusting couples, melting into each other as he hid his gift from her subtly behind his back.

Everywhere he looked there were disgusting couples. There was Lily and Lysander, obviously. And Rose's little brother Hugo was with his girlfriend, Mandy Keats. She was blonde, small, 4'9, and shy and the total opposite of Hugo, who inherited his father's ability to tower, and a bubbling personality. Hugo kissed her cheek and she flared, smiling up at him.

And then there was Molly, who was giggling in the lap Jeremy Macmillian, a Hufflepuff she had been on and off with for the past couple years. Everyone knew she was Jeremy's property no matter how many times they broke up. Even the first year shied away from the friendly Molly, at least when it came to affairs of the heart. She loved first-years, and was often very affectionate with them, dubbing them the "cutest little things in the world." But despite that, Molly and Jeremy were most definitely on right now.

Louis Weasley had Nina Finch under his arm. She was a loud and hyperactive girl who dyes her hair so many different colors everyday. Today it was a light pink and she put a streak in Louis's golden hair to match. He feed her some of his His mother understandably loathed the girl as she saw Louis as her baby, her only son.

Lucy Weasley seemed to be the only single one, reveling in it as Greg Macmillian sulks at the Ravenclaw table, looking at her with pained longing. Minnie Brown was hanging off his shoulder, glancing Lucy's way every so often. Scorpius wonders how Rose lasted, dating Minnie's cousin of all people. It was disgusting. Lucy smiled over her shoulder at Stephen Munswell and Greg sunk further into his seat as Minnie Brown bestowed endearments galore over him.

Dominique didn't really have a boyfriend, which didn't make her taken, but she wasn't alone, which didn't make her single. She was flocked by boys, ranging from burly seventh years to scrawny little fifth years, treating her like she was a princess. She was, indeed the only female part-Veela in Hogswarts, now that Victoire Weasley went out. And no one touched her anyway, everyone could tell she and Teddy were soulmates.

Roxanne Weasley kissed Trevor Thomas it be weird if he was dating his aunt Daphne's ex's daughters? He thinks so. But he has a sneaking subtle suspicion that Trevor and Roxanne didn't mind one flipping bit as a baby Cupid descended on them, throwing heart-shaped confetti in their hair.

He's pretty sure that leaves Rose. Rose is all alone this Valentine's claiming that Lorcan was her Valentine, her one true love. Lorcan, the same. Too bad he was gay. They really would have had something if he wasn't.

He sighed, grabbing Lysander's usual cup of pumpkin juice and opened the vial discreetly, not hoping to draw attention to what he was trying to do. He began pouring steadily and subtly into his cup before a voice rung out, jarring him from his concentration.

"What are you doing to Lysander's favorite cup?" Rose hissed, smacking him on the head. "It's his and Lily's first date, you jerk! Are you trying to make him screw up? I swear to Merlin, sometimes, you're a real pain in the-"

Scorpius shushed her, frantically covering her mouth. "It's nothing Rose. Nothing."

Rose bit his hand and Scorpius let out a yelp of strangled pain as he childishly held his finger in his mouth, rocking on the balls of his feet. Rose glared at him, grabbing the vial from his other hand.

"If it's so nothing... you use it." she held the bottle to the light, trying to see through the black tape Scorpius used to prevent the golden liquid from being seen and recognized. "I want to see you pour it into your cup, right now."

He sighed, dramatically wrenching the bottle from her hands and grumbling, as she watched him intensely over his shoulder. He should have known Rosie would do something. The girl honestly should have been in Ravenclaw. They sort too early.

And she watched him as Lysander came downstairs, nervous and fidgeting until Al, disheveled but Al all the same, handed Lorcan his Felix-ed pumpkin juice. She glared at him and he rolled his eyes as he grabbed his cup, wincing as he downed the cup. She smirked and walked off, not realizing what letting two Felix Felicis-induced boys out on Hogsmeade weekend, Valentine's day would do.

He feels different. Really different. Like everything he touched was amazingly the way he wanted it.

He walked into Hogsmeade, bouncing on his toes as Al and Caroline talked nerd-love talk and Lily and a more confident yet still-Lysander-type Lysander walked ahead of them. He didn't mind being the fourth wheel this time. How could he? It was a lovely day and the sun was shining and Ms. Flume just got a new shipment of Sugar Butterfly Wings, nothing could go wrong.

As he enjoyed his snack, rearing the Al-Caroline-Lily-Lysander train, he smiled at random people, who smiled back. He stopped in one shop window, Shrivenshaft's Quill Shop, and looked in the window. There was Rose, sitting there, admiring a quill with Lorcan, who gave her a look. She already had a bag from Tomes and Scrolls, the shop he knows is her absolute favorite, tied with Shrivenshafts. Then he knows it's Dominic Maestro's music shop, for she loved playing her violin, no matter what she said.

He recalled that he knew all this stuff because she told him at the Yule Ball all those years ago. How she was hoping her mum would ease up on her violin practice. How her shoes were really Dominique's when she had her first ball. How she was having trouble in Potions, his best subject.

She told him that her mum told her that James Potter II cried when watching a Muggle movie... Titanic, she called it. And that he talks to the portrait of Severus Snape about Albus all the time, and he gave him a picture of Al and Lily, Lily was asleep on his chest, which Scorpius thinks would make anyone, even that portrait cry.

And that Fred II was so in love with Kimberly Preece, who in fourth year thought he was a right git, that he jumped on a table in Herbology class and declared his love for her in front of everyone. Their Uncle Neville didn't have the heart to tell him to get down.

It's a miracle he remembers them now. A right miracle.

He didn't have a plan, he realized as he entered Shrivenshaft's, seeing Rose stare at the parchment, taking in the smell. He wondered why she loved that smell so much. She had told him she did.

"Scorpius Malfoy?" Rose said, disbelieving. "In a book shop? For a Ravenclaw, I haven't seen you in here for awhile. Since... second year." she recalled, almost laughing. Scorpius smiled, shrugging.

"I like it in here. It smells nice." he said, breathing in deeply. She rolled her eyes affectionately and Scorpius grinned at her as Lorcan began to talk to Mr. Shrivenshaft in the distance.

"Really? I happen to love the smell of ink and parchment-"

"Not alone, but together." they said in unison and Rose looked pleasantly shocked, and a little amazed that he remembers her exact wording of her favorite smell. She had told him once.

Scorpius looked down at her, smiling. "Rose... do you believe some people are just meant for each other?"

It was a casual question but Rose's cheeks still flared and she fumble with her newest quill in her hand. He smiled down at her and she looked up shyly.

"I think... they are. It's just that... sometimes one of them is a git. And can't show his emotions... and treats the other like she was a game, instead of serious..." she was beginning to pace around. Scorpius watched her with an amused look as she pranced around, a voice a hushed whisper, oblivious to his intense look at her. "... and has a freaking matching Patronus with her but can't grab the bollocks to do anything about it... and when she pour her heart to him one day after saving him from this horrific girl, he goes back to Horrifica and snogs her and then uses the information she told him against her and to his advantage and then acts like nothing every even happens... and-"

Now is the time to remind you that he has no plan.

He cups her chin and strokes her face once before he... well... leans. And her eyes squeeze shut, his eyes flutter down as he kisses her. He kisses her. He bloody kisses her on the lips in Shrivenshaft's Quill Shop for all to look in the window and see. And he jsut can't help but feel a bumble of "maybe-you-shouldn't-do-this" curl his stomach before she decides to... deepen it, for lack of a less cliche word. From then on, not a shite was given about who could see him and Rose Weasley snogging the brains out of each other.

As she releases his mouth, he can feel her shock radiate from off of her. He fumbles in his pocket for a bit, before handing her the Felix Felicis. She stares at him.

"I-I'm so sorry about t-that, n-not that it wasn't nice! I-I just didn't and you... and I... we..." he smiled at her shocked figure before she could hex him, running off in whatever direction he needed to avoid explosion. And definitely the red-headed kind.

Rose finally let her two lips meet after a while. Not before they lit up with the brightest smile she's ever worn.

Mr. Shrivenshaft and not-so-much Lorcan, were still in shock.

So? No? Yes? Ugh?

I would love to know what you think of this chapter.

Next:

1. I want to address the matching Patronus thing... xD

2. And to have a matching Patronus you must have a deep... bond!

3. And to have a deep bond, you must be on a level of blankity. blankity. BLANK

4. Their Patronus is a fox... or a dove. It's a tossup.