Hai it's me again. Sorry I haven't published much in a while. Real Life is so annoying! :D But anyway, this is a two-shot fic inspired by the quote "We don't have enemies, we have best friends who want to kill us", and requested by the amazing weasley-girl-who-rocks!

I don't own a thing, except for... well... I don't own anything really. Wait! Yup, my OCs are still sitting in a dusty corner somewhere, waiting to be used. I own them.

"I hate you!" That's a lie. I loved him.

"I hate you too." He said, a sneer marring his beautiful features.

I was livid. I wanted to kill him. Well, not really. Just cause some serious damage. But not permanent damage. Because that would mean he was permanently damaged. And I don't want my Scorpy permanently damaged.

But anyway... My face was most likely as scarlet as my house colors and my untamable mass of tangles the poofiest it'd ever been.

"I notice your hair is poofing up again. Why does it always do that?" He spat.

"Well your hair is about as uncreative as it gets. It's like god couldn't decide what hair color you should have so he left it blank."

Oh, no, it's not uncreative. It's beautiful, and silky, and every time I see him I wish I could run my hands through it.

"It's platinum blonde, I'll have you know!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your muddy brown eyes at me! It's true!"

"That's a rich insult, coming from the boy with the most dull eyes ever!"

Lies! They aren't dull!

"Dull? They're silver!" He said, outraged.

"No, they're grey." Lies! Lies! They're storm clouds! And ice! "They don't have any color at all. They're as bland as the rest of you."

"Me? Bland? And just so you know, the ladies love them."

"I don't." I said. Yet another lie.

"Well, you're not a lady." he said.

"What am I, then?"

"You're one of us. One of the boys."

I scoffed. "I'll never be a part of your group."

"What ever."

I started to walk away, down the dusty corridor. He's not worth my time. (No, he's worth every second of it)

"Hey, Rose! Wait up!" he called.

"Go away."

"No." he said, catching up and walking beside me.

"Just piss off, Malfoy."

"Oh, so we're reduced to last names now?"

"We're enemies."

"No, we're best friends."

"I hate you."

"I know."

"Just fuck off, Malfoy!"

"No! I won't!

"I hate you so much!"

"I think we've already established that."

"Shut up."

We walked in silence, me just itching to reach out and snog him senseless.

"What will I have to do to make you go away?" I asked, desperate.

"Admit your undying love for me." He said jokingly.

"I love you." Wait. Did I just say that? No. Oh, no. I did say it! Damn it! This is not good!

I felt the blush rising up my face, as he blinked owlishly and then choked out, "What?"

"I... I didn't mean to say that, it just... slipped out." I stuttered.

"Just slipped out? As in you've been meaning to say it?"

I ran.

Luckily, he didn't catch me.

The next chapter will be in Scor's point of view. Hope y'all like it!