ONE. The Kiss

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I was nearly shouting. My father squirmed uncomfortably in the driver's seat as I stared at him. I'll bet fifty galleons that he didn't expect the ride going home to end up this way.

"Rosie, I –"

"You what dad?" I interrupted, just one step away from shouting at him.

"I didn't mean it like that –"

"What else could it mean?" I did it, I shouted. "You clearly told me that, unlike my dear little brother over here, I could never be in a bloody relationship!"

"Rose, language –" Mum piped in, but nobody paid her any mind.

"I didn't say it like that, I just meant right now you clearly aren't ready –"

"Why aren't I ready?" I screeched. "How couldn't I be ready? I'm halfway through my Sixth Year, and I'm more mature than a lot of other girls in my year –"

"Yes, but I don't think you'll be able to handle –"

"You think I won't be able to handle being in a relationship?" I was exasperated. "You practically encouraged Hugo to go after a girl just a while ago."

"Well, yes, but I didn't mean it the way you think. I wasn't telling Hugo to get into a relationship, I was just telling him to go on a few dates for fun," Dad tried explaining. "At your age I don't think you could handle being in a serious relationship –"

"Wow, that's priceless coming from you," I rolled my eyes. "Didn't you and mum start dating around my age?"

"Oh well, I suppose that's true, but your mum and I were different –"

"You were both still teenagers – how different could it possibly be?" I said matter-of-factly.

My father squirmed in the driver's seat once more. "Well there was a war going on and –"

"So being in a war gives you an excuse to –" I started to say.

"KEEP QUIET! BOTH OF YOU!"

My dad and I both froze as my mother shouted. She was waving her hands agitatedly in her seat.

"Stop fighting! Honestly! It's not everyday we're here together so we shouldn't waste our time arguing over such petty things!" she exclaimed. "It's the holidays for God's sake!"

"Rose Elizabeth Weasley." I looked up, my eyes wide with fear. Good news hardly followed the use of my full name.

"Your father is just watching over you," she began to say, her voice softening considerably. "He . . . well . . . he just doesn't know how to show it properly."

I nodded meekly, not having anything to say.

"Yes, Rosie, I –" Dad tried to say.

"And you, Ronald Billius Weasley." My father recoiled when my mum said his name. "That is not the type of thing you should say to your daughter!"

"But Hermione, it was just like you said – I was just trying to watch out for Rosie! She's my little girl and –"

"Little girl or not, you have to let her grow up," Mum said. "Don't tell her she can't do something before she's even tried it."

"I still don't think she's ready," Dad said with finality in his voice as he pulled up into the driveway.

I practically flew out of the car and into the house. My father was the last person I wanted to see right now. I locked myself in my room and jumped into the bed, burying my head into the pillow in a sad attempt to suffocate myself.

I don't know if this was just the teenage angst speaking or a sign that my monthly gift from dear Mother Nature was about to come.

There was a knock on the door, but I still didn't move. The door creaked as it was slowly pushed open.

"Rosie –"

I sat up on my bed and whipped my head around to face the perpetrator. "WHAT?" I growled.

Hugo grimaced as he stepped back. "Merlin's beard, woman, you need to relax. I was just going to tell you that we're eating at Uncle Harry's for dinner."

I nodded curtly. Hugo shook his head as he left, mumbling, "Girls are so weird."

I didn't leave my room until we had to leave for Uncle Harry's. The aftereffects of the fight still left me iffy about being in close proximity with my father.

We took a portkey to the Potter residence, and I made sure to squish in between my mum and Hugo. We were transported behind a tree in the park and walked a good, maybe, seven minutes before we reached Uncle Harry's. The most unexpected person answered the door.

"Oh, Scorpius, you're here," my dad said, his voice stiff. "Why?"

Mum elbowed my dad, whispering a stern "Ronald!"

Scorpius stepped aside to let us in. My father stared at him suspiciously before heading over to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. My mother smiled at Scorpius before tailing my father.

"So . . . why are you here?" I asked Scorpius rather awkwardly. Scorpius and I didn't communicate much during school, so I wasn't particularly familiar with him. Sure, he was one of Albus' best friends, but to me he was just an acquaintance – and that was mostly by association.

"It sounds like you're unhappy that I am," Scorpius teased.

"No, no, it's not like that, I was just asking," I defended.

Scorpius chuckled. "Father had 'important Ministry business,' so Albus invited me to dinner."

I nodded in understanding.

"I hope it isn't too much of a bother, I mean your dad seemed quite –"

"Don't worry about him," I rolled my eyes. "It's just my dad."

"Should I ask?" Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head, my lips curling into a slight smile.

During dinner, my dad was being even more difficult than usual. Not only was he giving Scorpius 'looks' all throughout dinner, he brought up our argument, I suppose in an attempt to get people on his side.

"Ronald, are you really bringing this up –" My mother admonished him.

"Yes, Hermione, Rose has to understand that I'm just looking out for her," Ron explained.

"I agree with Hermione. I don't think there's anything wrong with Rose getting a boyfriend," Aunt Ginny said. "I got my first boyfriend when I was fourteen."

"But that didn't end well now did it –"

"Ron, didn't you go out with Lavender when you were sixteen –"

"And I regret every single moment of it."

"Oh really?" Uncle Harry chuckled.

"Yes and that awful relationship proves that teenagers are not ready to be committed!"

"But dad," I chimed in. "Don't you think you should at least give me the benefit of the doubt –"

"Why do you want to be in a relationship so badly anyway?" My dad asked.

"It's not that I'm dying to be in one, I just don't like the fact that you're saying I can't do something before I've even tried!"

I stood up from the table and walked out, not even looking back to see the rest of my family's reaction to my sudden outburst.

And here I thought I was already starting to forget all about what my dad had said.

I ended up in the living room, taking a seat on the first sofa I saw. I buried my head in my hands as I tried to calm myself down. I sat there in silence for a few minutes until a familiar voice addressed me.

"Rosie."

I looked up and was extremely relieved to see Albus standing in front of me, however rather awkwardly. Scorpius was beside him, looking twice as awkward. Lily was walking towards us from the kitchen.

"What happened back there?" Albus asked, jerking a thumb towards the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," I smiled at them. "Just a stupid fight between me and my dad."

In the corner of my eye I saw my father's figure enter the living room. My jaw tightened as he slowly began to walk towards us.

I glanced back at Albus, and then my eyes found Scorpius. I smirked. I stood up and waited until my father was a bit closer to us, and then I quickly cupped Scorpius' face and . . . I kissed him.

Clearly I had gone insane.

A look of pure shock was plastered on Scorpius' face as I pulled away. Albus and Lily wore a similar look. My eyes found my dad, who was frozen in his steps, his eyes wider than I'd ever seen it. His jaw dropped open and his breathing had gone spasmodic.

He finally looked at me, and made a move to say something, but immediately closed his mouth. He repeated this several times, making a very good impression of a fish.

A part of me felt liberated by my sudden actions. That was the most irrational and spontaneous thing I'd done in my life, except maybe for that time I slammed a pie in Hugo's face.

The other part, however, felt absolutely awful. What have I done? Not only did I possibly strain my relationship with my dad, but also my relationships with Albus and Scorpius, and possibly even Albus' and Scorpius' friendship as well. That one kiss probably did more bad than good.

I am an idiot.

I ran past Albus and Scorpius, who were still frozen in front of the sofa. My dad tried to call after me, but I didn't stop. I ran out the door and Apparated back to my house without a second thought.

My feet stumbled as I landed on our front porch, causing me to fall on my bottom. My hands flew to my cheeks. They were burning up. I shook my head and took long deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I sat on the porch, trying to ignore my stomach do a summersault every time Scorpius' face flashed in my mind.

"Bloody hell," I breathed, resting a hand on my stomach. I've never felt this woozy in my entire life.

"What's happening?" I said out loud, barely hearing myself over the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Merlin's beard," I said. "I think I've gone mental."

(a/n):

Okay, so this is more of a prologue than a first chapter, but I still hope you enjoyed it! I promise that the next few chapters will be longer and a lot more interesting, this one was mostly just to kind of introduce you to the situation and stuff.

First of all, I know Rose was kind of bratty and difficult in this one, but in the later chapters, as you get to know her, she won't be. I mean, look at it in her perspective - isn't it annoying when your parents tell you what you can or cannot do? We're teenagers, we want to be FREE! Well, that's what I think at least haha.

I'm not sure EXACTLY how long I'm going to make this story, but I do have a general idea of what I want to happen. But... TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! REVIEW! Hehehe

Oh and I got Rose's second name from Rose Kennedy! I just thought it had a ring to it, you know.

Schoe xx