THIS STORY IS NOT ASSOCIATED WITH MY OTHER NEXT GENERATION FIC "THE CHILDREN OF POTTER." THIS STANDS ON ITS OWN! THANKS!

A/N: This is a three part fiction and just so you all know I've actually finished writing but to find out how it ends you must all review! Hahahahahaha! I love being the one in control.

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Oh, Crap

Chapter One

The Closet of Requirements

Running for her life (or so it seemed to her) Rose Weasley took the steps up the seventh floor two at a time. She knew exactly where she was headed and what awaited her if she failed in this endeavor. It was all Lily's fault really. Well, that was the last time that Rose helped her cousin prank the caretaker. She was sure that Lily deserved the detention. That girl was just too popular for her own good. Snogging different blokes left, right and center and apologizing to know one; least of all the caretaker who always seemed to find her and whichever young man she was with this week. To her credit it hadn't taken much to get Head Girl Rose to engage in a bit of troublemaking but in retrospect that was Hugo's fault. And Albus' a bit as well.

"You're a bleeding goody two shoes, Rosie," Albus had laughed the other day.

"See even the Head Boy agrees with me," Hugo had goaded.

"Hogwarts has not seen the likes since Uncle Percy graced these hallowed halls," Albus had declared.

He wouldn't have. Had Hugo not brought it up. But what was she supposed to do? Catching her brother trying to slip the Headmistress one of Uncle George's love potions, was she just supposed to let him get away with it? Or did she do the responsible thing? The thing their mother and yes their Uncle Percy would have done and give the snarky bastard a detention? You better believe he got a detention!

Hours later though the complaining began. 'I'll miss Hogsmeade weekend' and 'Cleaning the trophies is so boring' and 'Without my wand, Rose! My hands'll be shaking they'll be so sore.' And when none of that had worked on her he began taking the mickey. Albus got in on it and being the clever girl that she undoubtedly was Lily saw her chance and leapt. 'Prove them wrong, Rose,' she whispered, 'You could be a troublemaker if you really wanted to. I've got the perfect opportunity for you to prove yourself.'

It all sounded so great in theory. But things usually sound great in theory and then blow up in your face in practice. Steal flobberworms from Hagrid, not hard with a Potter and Weasley. Hagrid had a soft spot for the lot of them, need to borrow the flobberworms, why not? You're good kids after all and Rose would never do anything naughty with them. Charm the bucket to hover over the door to Filch's office and wait in the shadows for him to come out. Little flick of the wrist and revenge is sweet. And a bit smelly and slimy.

And it would have been perfect had Rose stayed hidden and not tried to walk away casually. Well as it turned out Filch was the paranoid type and it didn't matter much to him if you'd never gotten in trouble before he just assumed that every student was out to make his life miserable. So when she tried to wonder casually off he yelled after her and she freakin' freaked and ran. Of course Filch then ran after her.

Now she was heading for the only safe haven she could think of. The Room of Requirements. All she had to do was get inside, ask that the room remain hidden until someone who wouldn't give her her first detention wondered by. As it happened she knew Albus would be patrolling the seventh floor so when she locked herself inside she wouldn't have to worry about being trapped for too long. But as Rose was a very smart girl she knew that Filch would be looking for her to hide in the Come and Go Room so she had to mask it as a closet and keep it dark. If she was lucky he'd give up and unable to catch the culprit in the act she wouldn't get in trouble.

But life was at odds with Rose at the moment. While she walked back and forth in front of the blank wall thinking about the very specific needs she had of the room, in the dark corridor a voice rang out closer than was safe. "Who's there?" Rose turned around. She couldn't make out how it was but she knew it was male and from the slight glint on his chest she deduced that he was a Prefect. As he got closer Rose began to panic. She could hear Filch coming up behind her and quick. As she was being approached from both sides she had to make a choice. The lesser of two evils.

The choice was obvious.

As the door materialized to her right, it swung open and the Prefect was within reaching distance. His mistake but he realized it far too late. Rose's arms shot out and tugged him into the closet. The shock of the moment made it easy for her to manhandle him something she wouldn't have been able to do had he been able to see her. The door slammed shut behind them. They were engulfed in darkness. It seemed she'd asked for the closet to be a bit small. They rolled around tangled in each other's limbs and robes as they tried to right themselves and Rose tried to explain/apologize.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" she whispered. She wasn't sure if the closet was sound proof or not. "It's just my bloody cousins and my brother. I had to prove them wrong! If you'd just left me alone, you know? It all seemed like such a good idea. But no! I'm not allowed to have a plan that works out. Not the prank, not the escape, not even this bloody room."

"Oh, would you calm down," he snapped.

Rose didn't recognize his voice but that didn't surprise her much. She was related to all her best friends and didn't spend time with too many people outside of her House. This Prefect was clearly from another House and not too happy about being forced into a closet with her. They both managed to get to their feet but due to lack of space Rose was pressed up against his chest.

"Why is it so bloody small in here?" he demanded.

"Could you keep your voice down? I don't want Filch to know I'm in here. And as to your question I wasn't expected to share the space with anyone."

"So you're in trouble. I am a Prefect you know. I could give you a detention," he said waspishly. She could feel him tugging at his robes, probably looking for his wand. Rose couldn't let him do that.

"Please, oh Merlin please don't!" In her state of panic she grabbed the front of his robes. "I can't get a detention! I've never gotten a detention. I've never even gotten a surly look from a professor. You can't, you just can't!"

He pushed her hands off his robes. "Fine, fine! I won't give you a detention." He managed to get his wand free. Rose grabbed his hand and covered what she thought was his mouth.

"Filch can't know I'm in here. You can't light your wand, please."

He pushed her hand off of his face. "All right! Merlin! Detentions really aren't that bad, you know?"

"No I wouldn't," she snapped. "I've never gotten one, I've only ever given them. And if the fuss my brother puts up every time I do give him a detention is any indicator they're ruddy awful."

"Well, take it from someone how's had a few, they're not the end of world."

"They are when you have a mother like mine. Seven years at Hogwarts and not one detention! And all it takes is my bloody brother and cousins to get me closer to a detention than I've ever been before."

"Shh… Quiet down so that I can hear if Filch has moved on."

"Doesn't really matter if he has. I asked the room not to let me out until someone who wouldn't give me a detention comes by."

He gave a heavy sigh. "Why in the hell would you do that?" he demanded.

"That way I don't leave the closet until I know that the person around won't give me a detention."

He was quiet for a moment. "Wow. I almost wish I knew who you were."

"Almost? Only almost?" Rose snapped.

He snorted. "Yes almost. First off because you're obviously mental. And then because you're obviously mental and well… that's peaked my curiosity."

They fell into a comfortable silence. Rose wasn't sure if she should be insulted or flattered by his comment. He was curious about her and that was nice. Most blokes she spent time with (she refused to call any of them her boyfriends, none were worthy of the title) were only curious about her famous family. It was kind of nice that this bloke didn't know who she was. It made her feel like she could finally be judged for the person that she was, not the person people expected her to be. She wondered for a moment who this bloke thought she was, like what he thought of her personality and character.

Rose hadn't a clue about who he was. For all she knew he was an unusually tall fifth year. She hoped he wasn't though. From what she could tell he was a least a full head taller than her if not more. All she knew was that his voice was coming from quite a bit over her head. He also had big, rough hands, telling her that he might play Quidditch. Not that that mattered much to her. An ability to play sports had never been all that impressive. What really interested her was how his lips had felt against her hand. She'd felt the scruff on his face and now that she thought about it something had been tickling her arm. It must have been his hair. That meant that his hair had to come at least to his shoulders. Rose tried to think of all the blokes she knew with long hair but was coming up blank. That's what she got for spending all her time with her nose in a book.

Rose reached out blindly and laid a hand on his shoulder. She could feel his soft hair under her fingers. His shoulders were broad and the muscle obvious. He shrugged.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

Rose blushed. Honestly she was feeling up a Prefect in the tiny closet she'd trapped them both in. Oh and on that point! He'd been remarkably understanding and helpful with all this insanity. He'd promised not to give her a detention and was keeping his wand dark and his voice down so she didn't get in trouble. The more Rose thought about it the more awesome this guy got.

She cleared her throat and moved her hand away, slowly and deliberately dragging it across his firm chest.

"I was wondering something actually," she said.

"What was that?"

All of the sudden his voice took on a husky quality that hadn't been there before. Rose's cheeks heated even more. For some reason she imagined that if she could see his eyes they would be smoldering.

"Umm… what-er- were you doing patrolling on the seventh floor. I thought the Head Boy was patrolling this area tonight."

He laughed quietly. She could feel his breath against her cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her breath came out in short little gasps.

"I was making my way back to my common room from the Astronomy Tower."

Her heart stuck in her throat.

After she finished choking on it, she said, "Oh, up there with your girlfriend for a little star gazing?"

His head came down, who knows how far, until his mouth was right next to her ear. "I was finishing my Astronomy homework actually, but ahh…" his hands crawled up her arms and settled on her shoulders. "… if you'd like to meet me up there sometime I'd be more than happy to oblige you."

Rose giggled, girlishly. "I thought I was mental," she reminded him.

He laughed. "Oh you definitely are mental. Mental but interesting. Honestly I've never met a girl who managed to fascinate me so quickly. I mean, don't get me wrong, this isn't how I planned on spending my evening, but all in all it's not bad. Close quarters perhaps, but I've got a lovely young lady with me who I know is of age, which makes what I'm about to do completely appropriate."

"What- Oh!" She broke off when his lips crashed down on hers.

This was far from her first kiss (unfortunately) but to date it was her best. One of his hands cradled her cheek while the other wound around her waist. Rose threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back for all she was worth. Honestly she hadn't a clue how she'd gotten this far in her Hogwarts career without having met his wonderful man. He was funny and kind hearted and compassionate, perhaps a bit surly but genuine for all that. She didn't get the feeling that he was putting on an act for her. Trying to get close to her because of her famous family or something ridiculous like that.

Rose stopped thinking. His lips massaged over hers while his hand moved into her hair and his other hand moved onto her bum. She squeaked. She loved it when blokes touched her bum. She tilted her head to the side and rubbed her hands down his chest. His mouth pulled away from hers and drifted down her to her throat. He began pushing her robes off her shoulders and Rose was too caught up to mind. In fact she began pushing his robes off as well. He pressed her against the stone wall of the closet, in an effort to get closer to him she hitched her leg over his hip. One strong hand gripped her knee to keep her steady but that just made her more unsteady. She began shivering in his arms and holding on for dear life as he sucked at her throat.

His mouth came back up to hers. His tongue slipped between her lips and his hand snuck up her thigh. She gasped against his mouth when his hand settled over her knicker clad bum. This man, who she didn't know (very well anyway) was officially closer to her than any other man had ever been. And while she knew it was reckless and stupid to seriously snog a bloke she didn't know in a closet she just couldn't help herself. Everything about him seemed so perfect. She didn't know his name and she felt half in love with him already. And now with his hand under her skirt she was feeling wanton and sexy two things she'd never felt before. All because of his touch. His kiss. His everything.

He was perfect. This was perfect.

And then the door to the closet opened and a blue light broke into her perfect little world.

"Oh, crap!" At Albus' voice Rose broke the kiss and looked at her perfect man. Her eyes went wide and so did his.

"Did you find something?"

The door slammed shut again and they were back in darkness. They stood frozen listening to Albus and Filch through the door.

"No," Albus insisted. "I was thinking you could go down that hall and I could check down that one."

Filch grunted and scurried off. The door opened and they finally broke apart. Albus punched Scorpius Malfoy in the face. Rose screamed and wrapped her arms around Malfoy as he was thrown against the back of the closet. She looked up at the bruise forming on his cheek.

"What the hell, Albus!" she demanded.

"What the hell? What the hell? He had his bloody hand under your skirt, Rose! That's what the hell!" Albus said.

Rose glared at her cousin, crouched down and pulled her wand from the robes laying on the floor. She touched the tip to his bruise and muttered a charm her grandma had taught her, it faded as quickly as it developed.

"Thank you," he muttered.

Rose bit her lip. "You're welcome."

"Stop looking at him like that, Rose!" Albus yelled.

"What? Like what, Albus?" Rose asked.

"Like you want to suck Malfoy's face off! Oh and by the way you earned yourself a detention, mister!"

"He has not, you insufferable prick!"

"Rose! Since when do you use that kind of language?"

"Um," Scorpius said.

"You are not a part of this conversation!" Albus yelled, grabbing Rose's wrist and pulling her out of the closet. "Come on, Rose. We're going back to our House where we both belong!"

Rose looked over her shoulder as Albus dragged her down the hall. Scorpius was staring after her, looking positively bewildered.

The next morning Rose marched down to breakfast with Albus in tow. He seemed to believe that Scorpius had taken advantage of her but he'd taken her word for it when she insisted that she'd enjoyed it and that that made it okay. Okay for her but he was still pissed. The only reason he wasn't going to tell her parents was because Rose insisted that she hadn't planned on kissing a Malfoy, didn't know she was kissing a Malfoy and didn't mean to ever do it again.

But he wouldn't let up on the detention. He was convinced that Scorpius knew he was kissing Rose and took advantage of her inexperience and her not knowing it was him. For that he deserved to be expelled as far as Albus was concerned. Rose was happy she managed to keep Albus down to one detention. It was all her fault and Scorpius was the one getting in trouble.

Rose sat down at the Gryffindor table with her cousins, Albus sat next to her and she dutifully ignored him. She was very confused about how she felt about what happened last night. The thing that sucked was that had he been anyone else it would have been so simple. The only two times in her school career that she thought hard about Scorpius Malfoy was as she got on the train for the first time after her dad had warned her away from him and Winter Break the same year when her dad asked her about having classes with him. But now she had to think about how she felt about him. The problem was that for nearly seven years she hadn't felt anything for him. The only time she ever thought about him was during class when he answered a question or when he played Quidditch. Now she had to think about him as the bloke who made her feel like a sex kitten last night.

That was another thing! He made her feel sexy. No one had ever made her feel sexy before. She glanced over her shoulder at the Slytherin table. Her heart jumped to her throat. Scorpius was watching her. When he saw that he had her attention he picked up an orange slice and ate it slowly. Her chin began to quiver and her mouth water. Something about the way he was looking at her made her feel… empty in the pit of her stomach. He licked the juice off his lips and she groaned.

"Rose?" Lily broke her concentration. "Are you all right?"

Rose looked back. "No," she said, miserably. If only he could make this easy on her. If he had any decency he would act like nothing had happened. If he felt nothing it would be easy for her to pretend to feel the same. "I have go to the loo."

She rushed out of the Great Hall and down the corridor to the girl's toilet. Rose stopped. She didn't really have to use the toilet she just had to get away from Scorpius. He was making this all so hard. Why oh why did he have to be so wonderful last night. So funny and understanding and sinfully decadent with his kisses and his hands. Rose sighed and leaned against the wall. She wasn't doing herself any favors thinking about it. She just had to let it go. There was no way. Simply no way she and Scorpius could be together.

So what if it was the best kiss of her life, so what is she felt alive and so what if she'd never had so much fun in her life. Her father would flip if he found out. Were a few fabulous kisses worth giving her father a heart attack? No. And the kisses weren't that great anyway. She could barely remember what they felt like now that she thought about it.

"Weasley."

Her blood ran cold. She recognized that voice. She cursed quietly. If only she'd recognized his voice last night. Rose turned around. Scorpius was strolling casually down the hall towards her.

"So it's 'Weasley' now, is it?" she asked, a bit perturbed. She'd just decided that he wasn't attractive and he went and pushed his handsomeness in her face. The jerk. The handsome jerk.

"Well, I considered calling you Rose but that felt too familiar and Ms. Weasley seemed too formal so I settled on Weasley. In retrospect Weasley does sound a bit too casual." He leaned about foot away from her against the wall.

"And you called me mental," she muttered.

Scorpius bit his bottom lip and smiled. Rose's heart skipped a beat. "So Potter tells me I still have a detention," he said lightly.

"Right, sorry about that. I couldn't talk him out of it. I mean he agreed that us being stuck in the Room of Requirements was my fault but he's convinced that you…"

Rose made the mistake of looking up at him. He was smiling at her. "Convinced that I… what?"

"That you… took advantage of me…"

"I did make sure you legal before I made a move."

Rose turned bright red remembering that first searing kiss. He moved closer. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. His hand shot out, cradled the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. A millisecond later her arms were wrapped around his head and both his hands were on her bum. He pulled her hips against his, kissing her like a man possessed. His lips moved down to her neck and she groaned as he began to suck and nibble gently at her soft skin. He smiled against her throat.

"I thought I'd left you a few presents here last night," he mumbled, huskily.

"You did, Lily told me years ago how to get rid of hickeys. I honestly never thought I'd have the opportunity to practice."

He laughed and placed a few light kisses up her neck before moving up and slipping his tongue into her mouth. Rose moaned around his tongue, her knees giving out. Scorpius caught her under her bum and hauled her up.

"Rose?"

Rose pushed Scorpius away and rushed towards the voice which she recognized as Albus. She couldn't let him catch her snogging Scorpius again. He'd definitely tell her father and that would be worse than getting a detention.

When she looked over her shoulder Scorpius was gone.