I, Rose Weasley, am a nerd. I like to spend all my spare time in the library reading. And sometimes I'd even try my hand at studying. Is that such a bad thing? My mother doesn't think so and I agree with her. The more knowledge you have the farther you'll go in life. And rest assured I do plan on going very far. Whether that means me becoming an Auror or a Healer doesn't really matter to me. I do try to excel in all things though so I'll have a wide variety of things to do in the future.

Anyway, that's way beyond the point. The point is: I was in the library as usual and out of all people to show up, Scorpius Malfoy decided to make an appearance. I don't have a clue in the world why but I do remember seeing him walk in from the corner of my eye. He seemed to be up to something as always so I went back to my book in attempt to go undiscovered.

Does that ever work though? Whenever I don't want to be found it seems that I'm easy to find. I could see Scorpius making his way over to me and I thought about making a run for it. But that would be a little too obvious right? I wouldn't want to make a run for it and come to find out that he hadn't even seen me because that would put me right in the open. Gosh, things were so complicated when you were trying to avoid socializing with someone in fear of arguing.

That's right. If it wasn't quite obvious already, me and Scorpius aren't exactly best buddies. I mean he's a Malfoy and I'm a Weasley. I don't know about you but that makes it pretty hard to be friends when your parents were rivals themselves during their years at Hogwarts.

"Studying over here, Weasley?" I heard him ask from behind me. He always had that voice that seemed so innocent but sinister at the same time. Must be a Malfoy thing though because I've heard the way his father speaks and they sound exactly the same. Kind of like they hate you but love you at the same time. It was confusing for many girls and that's why I think he has them falling at his feet. They become so confused as to if he likes them or not they decide on the one they want the most.

Ignoring him I kept reading until he decided to take my book from me of course. He was such a prat sometimes. Why couldn't he ever get the hint to just go away when he wasn't wanted?

"Give me my book back, Malfoy." Pursing my lips, I glared at him as best as I could as I tried to reach for it.

"Hmm. I'll think about it. I might actually like to keep it." He said as he raised the book above his head with that signature smirk on his face. It was so annoying when he did that. It's like he's trying to intimidate you so he can drag you into trouble. I've yet to fall for that one though.

"No you won't. You'll give it to me right now because I haven't done anything to you. If you're looking for someone to bother you should go find Violet Parkinson. She seems to be your object of attraction lately anyway." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Jealous, Weasley?"

"No! Don't flatter yourself Malfoy. I could never be jealous of someone so dimwitted." Putting my hands on my hips I gave up entirely on getting my book back. Well, for now that is. I always get my stuff back when I want it.

With that he snorted and rolled his eyes at me. Apparently he didn't know the difference between someone with quite a high intelligence and someone who probably couldn't even tell you the difference between devil snare and a mandrake. It angered me to think he thought Violet was as smart as me when she wasn't even close. Pardon my bragging though.

"Don't you snort at me! I am way smarter than Violet and you know it. Hell, everyone knows it."

"I don't really care. The important thing is that I think you're getting a little jealous."

"Fuck off and give me my stuff back. I couldn't care less what you thought." Reaching out my hand I refused to look at his face. I swear if he had a smirk on I would wipe it clear off. No. I'd wipe him clean off the Earth. No one special would miss him anyway.

"Using swears now, Weasley?"

"Yes. Wanna hear a few more curses? Like the unforgivable ones?"

"Tch. Please, Weasley. We all know you would never even think about using one for fear of going to Azkaban."

He was really starting to get on my last nerve now. If we kept arguing we would be here all day because I'm just as sarcastic as him. Well, maybe not sarcastic. Just defensive. And the only thing that mattered right now was getting my book back. I couldn't afford to go to Azkaban this early in life. That would ruin all my plans for the future.

"Whatever. What can I do to get you to leave and give me my book back?"

"Give me a kiss, Weasley."

Perhaps I hadn't heard him right. He was arguing with me one moment and now he was asking me for a kiss the next. He had to be kidding. What made him think I would give him a kiss when he was such a prat all the time?

"Um, excuse me?"

"You heard me. I'm becoming quite bored with Violet. And it doesn't mean anything…"

His voice began to trail off at that point. He was dead serious and I really wanted my book back. So what do you think I did? I pulled his face down to mine and pressed my lips against his, duh. It was the only thing that I could think to do at the moment so I acted. It was only for a few seconds anyway.

It did feel longer though. My hands had found their way onto his neck and his onto my hips. His lips were soft against mine and when he licked my bottom lip asking for entrance I shyly denied him the right. After all he asked for a kiss and not a snogging session. Thank Merlin for that.

"So can I have my book back now?"

I knew I had to be blushing but I didn't really care. I just wanted to take my stuff back and run out the library as fast as I could. And when he did give me my book back that's exactly what I did. But not before calling to him over my shoulder.

"Don't tell anyone about this or I'll make sure you won't ever be able to have children. And you know how important that is to your family."

One thing I found out when I got back to my room was that even small kisses manage to imprint their selves on you. I found myself thinking about that kiss and the way his lips felt on mine a little too much. Oh, Merlin. What had I been thinking when I kissed him? I shouldn't have done it. Now I was going to be thinking about it every time I saw him.

What have I gotten myself into?