Rose Weasley pulled up her skirt slightly and dropped her right leg over the table in the Great Hall, just as she always did at seven in the evening. Most of the Gryffindor's always seemed to have finished their meal by this time, generally leaving her to eat her tea in peace while reading whichever book she had been set.

On that particular cool September evening, Scorpius Malfoy was sat at the Slytherin table, finishing off his sponge and custard.

"Why is it?" He asked his best friend, as he watched Lily Potter wonder in and sit beside her cousin "That she's always here are seven o'clock?"

"Dunno, mate." Shrugged Thomas Belby, the dark haired, brown eyed boy sat beside him "She's obviously an ordered girl. I wouldn't mind a bit of it, to be honest."

"It? You're worse than my Dad." He said, smiling "Same though, she leaves a lot up to the imagination..."

Tom grinned at his friend "If those legs are anything to go by..."

Scorpius smiled, pushing the empty green bowl away and flicking its brim "They really segregate us, don't they? Green bowls for Slytherin, and all."

Tom laughed "Suppose so - Snakes and proud, though, eh? We only go for the best."

"What, Rose Weasley?"

Tom pulled a face "I wish."

"In your dreams."

He winked, scratching his neck "Literally – I've had a few dreams about her cousin as well."

"She's fourteen."

"Nearly fifteen."

Scorpius smiled as they both stood up, preparing to leave the great hall. They walked around the edge of the room and out of the huge doors. It was almost dark outside and Scorpius could make out the distant edges of figures on broomsticks, weaving through the darkness.

"Gryffindor, you think?" Tom asked, referring to the Quidditch team outside.

"Probably." Scorpius shrugged "Might be Ravenclaw, I think they swapped their practices because of Chess club or something."

Tom sniggered but Scorpius rolled his eyes "Don't. It's them we've got to beat, whoever they are. And whoever they are, they look good."

"Fair point, my good friend, fair point."

"Common room?"

"Yeah, sure – oh shit!"

"What?"

"Longbottom...I need to give him my essay before eight or he'll stop me playing Quidditch. Scorpius, help me, I know what he's like, he means no Quidditch!"

Scorpius sighed "What's it on?"

"I don't know, erm, chapter thirteen of A Billion Magical Herbs and Fungi, I think...help me?"

Scorpius rolled his eyes at his best friend's incorrect understanding of the title of the book and pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket. After conjuring a quill and ink, he scribbled some notes down and handed them to Tom.

"It was due in about five weeks ago. How have you not done it?"

"Been busy, haven't I? Sometimes I wonder why you're in Slytherin, you're very studious."

Scorpius shrugged, he had often wondered the same thing "Might run in the family?"

"Wasn't your Mum a Ravenclaw?"

Scorpius shook his head "Nope, she didn't go here."

"Oh, well, anyway, what do I do with this? These are notes, not an essay."

"Go to the library and turn them into one then."

"Come with me?"

"No." Scorpius grinned, hitting his friend on the arm and strolling off into the grounds.

He walked half way around the lake, until it was pitch black outside. He supposed that it was way past the school curfew, but he didn't really care. Eventually, he glanced at his watch and it showed that it was half past ten – he was half an hour past the sixth-year curfew already, what was a couple more minutes? He began to walk again, not making any effort to move faster and listening to the gentle whisper of the trees. He heard a crunch somewhere in the distance but didn't stop until it was so dark he couldn't see, and collided with a soft body.

"Ouch!" said an indignant voice that Scorpius knew only too well.

"Weasley!" He grinned, holding Rose's shoulders until she regained her balance.

"Out for an evening stroll, are we Scorpius?" she asked, the smirk in her voice evident. "As a prefect, I could get you into trouble."

"And as a prefect, I could get you into trouble. How does that sound?" He responded, smiling. A set of butterflies had just erupted in his stomach as, in the distant light that let him see only her face, he saw her face break into a wide smiled as she laughed.

"Good point. What're you doing out at this time?"

"Dunno, fancied a walk and I've only just realised what time it is. What about yourself? Shouldn't a loyal Gryffindor like you be sticking to the rules?"

Rose smirked and looked into the pale grey eyes of the boy stood in front of her "When do Gryffindor's ever stick to the rules? We just care more about who we upset."

"Ooh, spiteful. You're strangely attractive when you're being cocky."

Rose winked, "I'm always attractive."

"What were you doing, then, before you walked into me?"

She smiled "Same, really. I'm bored of the interior of Hogwarts – I wanted to go for a walk."

"From what I've heard," Said Scorpius, as they set off again, this time together "You mother is nothing like you. Sure, she was clever and stuff, but some of the things you come out with, my Dad says your Mum would never have said and some of the stuff you do is really quite rebellious. You're almost matching up to some Slytherin's."

Rose smiled "That's because I'm more like my Daddy."

"Sense of humour-wise?"

Rose laughed "Pretty much."

They headed back up to the castle and Scorpius pulled her along the side of the building, before tapping a certain brick and slipping through the solid stone wall into a dusty corridor.

"Where are we, exactly?" Rose asked, picking a dead fly out of her bushy mess of hair.

"Dungeons. How can you even cope with that hair?" Scorpius asked, looking incredulously at her.

She smirked, absently brushing her fingers through it. Her hair held shades of brown, blonde and, of course, the famous Weasley red. He'd thought, for years, that the sheer volume of it must have been faked – whether she used some sort of magical curler or a potion, but apparently not. Her hair was as real as the freckles on her nose.

Scorpius became suddenly aware of how close they were the tight corridor. His back was pressed against the wall, her leg leaning against his midriff, causing him to blush.

"What's wrong, Malfoy? Never been in a space this tight with a girl before?" She grinned, fingering his tie with long, scarlet-painted nails.

"Not a Gryffindor, no, Weasley. But there's a first time for everything, I suppose." Scorpius muttered, pushing her in the opposite direction so he was leaning over her "How about you? How many Slytherin's have you had up against a brick wall?"

She smiled, revealing a set of perfectly straight, white teeth "Well, that would be telling."

The butterflies in his stomach were setting off like they never had before, but he knew he must stay in control, or he'd blow it. With girls like Rose Weasley, you had to play them at their own game.

"I never had you down as a slag, Weasley."

Rose laughed "I'm not a slag, I don't sleep around – people just wish I did."

Scorpius smiled as Rose placed a hand on his chest, before lowering it down, painfully slowly, to his lower-stomach "Do you have blonde hair...everywhere?"

"That would be telling." He whispered into the darkness "And I'm a Slytherin. Secrets are what I do, who I am, and why I live."

Rose grinned "Well, it would be easy to find out."

"I'm sure it would."

Rose could feel his warm breath on her cool face, and she could feel the Goosebumps erupting over every inch of her skin as his deep eyes bore into her brain. She knew they were only teasing, but part of her wondered what the hell she was doing, messing around with a Malfoy. Another part of her, on the other hand, wanted to carry on until she couldn't do it any longer.

Rose dropped her hand and smiled sexily up at the boy in front of her. He noticed her tie was askew and the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. Her black skirt was short and she had no tights on, revealing, he was sure, the best pair of tanned legs any teenage girl attending Hogwarts had ever owned.

"What's up, Rosie?" Scorpius smiled.

"Well, I have potions first thing tomorrow and we're doing a particularly complicated potion that needs lots of brainpower. So, I'm thinking, if we find a nice little corner somewhere, I'm not going to get much sleep and I'm sure I'd be...exhausted tomorrow."

Scorpius looked at the girl in front of him and laughed "Fair enough, night, night Weasley. I'll see you soon."

"Good evening, Mr Malfoy. I'll let you know if I change my mind." She said, beginning to walk away.

"Oh please do." Shouted Scorpius, as he watched her disappear around the corner and then ran off to his common room, without even the slightest intention of telling his best friend what he'd been doing that evening.

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