She would pull a paper out of her bag the minute they got out of class; a triumphant smile snaking onto her face from unsuppressed pride.

"What did you get?" she'd ask, her chin held high already aware of his answer.

He, of course, just rolled his eyes, and walked passed her muttering swears and doubts. His words rolled together with the rhythm of his swagger, jumbling into a mess that made others look at him funny. She dawdled after him, a dog at his heels, generally teasing and bragging to him. It was odd to see such a combination of colors, green and blue; silver and bronze. But instead of clashing they seemed to compliment each other.

But then he'd tell her to "bugger off" in that harsh tone of his that commanded so many first years to scatter into the corners of the halls.

But of course she wasn't bothered at all. She laughed instead at his irate behavior and still circled and circled him.

And finally, finally when they reached the fork in their paths she would grin smugly and he in exasperation. But then she'd reach out her hand and tug at his green and silver tie, until his chest was pressed against hers in a plea for intimacy.

He would try to resist her advances - a futile effort if there ever was one - for his dignity had to be spared after it had been trampled in the greatest competition of all. And she'd smirk in that all-knowing way of hers until he complied with a soft kiss to hers that spoke of deeper feelings and the admission that yes she had won this time.

Then she'd pull away with a giggle spilling out of her pouted lips, her face flushed and a challenge already in her eyes.

It was contagious.

He'd steal one kiss just beneath her ear and he'd whisper hotly, "There's always next week."

And she'd laugh rakishly, and with a wink she'd reply, "I'll always win."

As per usual, he'd say, "So you think." As if he had some sort of secret weapon hidden in the seams of his sleeves.

And she'd laugh as if she'd already won, and with a parting kiss that took his breath away she'd leave up the stairs - her hips swaying with every step she took. Sometimes she caught him staring and she'd bite her lip like she knew exactly what he was thinking.

And that, Scorpius would think with a frown, was why I never got a better test score than Rose in Potions.

Hello fellow readers of mine! Yeah, so in between crazy Chemistry classes and Band I managed to whip this...thing up. Yeah, I don't exactly know where it came from, I think I was just missing a bit of Scorpius and Rose action. Not to mention I was having a fearsome battle with Writer's Block. So far I can't tell who the winner is...But either way, lack of time keeps me from finding out.

Anyways, this is supposed to be one-shot because I can never really commit to anything but if any of you guys want some more little one shots then...perhaps? Oh and I apologize for any horrendous grammar mistakes because I'm positive there's a run-on sentence somewhere in there...

Thank you to all of you for reading! I hope some of you enjoyed that :) Review, maybe?

Pickles