Rose hated her best friend. No, she really did. Rose Weasley hated Alexandra Finnigan. It was a fact. She had to add Find new best friend in her to-do list.

The cause of Rose's hatred towards the seemingly innocent Alexandra was because Alex was rubbish at Charms. She was the most horrible Charms student Hogwarts had seen…well, ever. Rose wasn't sure how Alex had managed to come sixth year. She may be extremely good at Defence Against the Dark Arts or even Transfiguration but Charms? Really, really not her cup of tea, which was why her dreadful attempt at Mind Blocking spell had backfired on…Rose! Which wasn't fair in the least.

Rose wasn't sure what side effects it was going to have on her but she didn't suppose it would be anything good. She was already feeling a bit strange. She was hearing unknown voices but they seemed too distant so she just decided to ignore them.

Having a free period, she decided to go to the grounds to get some peace and quiet under her secret tree which never failed to give her just that. Being a part of the Potter-Weasley clan could be mind-numbingly exhausting. Also, if there were going to be any awful physical side effects, she'd rather not show them to the entire school, thank you very much.

On the way to her favourite place, Rose bumped into someone which resulted in the person's books scattering on the floor. She heard an irritated groan. She was just about apologize…

"Watch where you're going, Weasley!"

Oh, of course. It just had to be him. Introducing Rose Weasley's Rotten Luck, ladies and gentleman.

Instead of helping him with his books, she glared at him venomously. "Malfoy."

He gave her a look which was supposed to be intimidating and dangerous but it just didn't work on gorgeous face. On the contrary, he looked quite adorable.

So. Scorpius Malfoy. Rose's sworn enemy.

Although she couldn't deny the fact that he was slightly good-looking with messy, pale blond hair falling over his striking grey eyes and that she got a funny feeling in her stomach when he was around (which dear Alexandra mistook for fancying. It was probably just loathing), he was still the bane of her existence and the person she hated more than anything in the whole world.

Damn it. It just has to be her everytime. I could tolerate Filch right now. Anyone but her.

Rose jumped and gasped. Shit, shit, shit. Where had that voice in her head come from? Where had that male voice in her head come from? What was happening? She hadn't thought of anything like that. Her thinking voice was very different and certainly not male.

Scorpius was looking at her strangely, one eyebrow raised, possibly because she had just gasped out loud for no apparent reason.

"Alright, Weasley?" he asked, a hint of worry lacing his words.

Oh, Merlin's saggy underpants! It was his voice! In her head! Why was Scorpius sodding Malfoy's voice in her head, of all places? Shit, was he reading her mind?...Or was she reading his? She wasn't sure because if he was reading hers, he didn't seem aware of it and unknowingly reading someone's mind was…well, just not possible so that left only one option that Rose could think of. She was reading his mind! She could hear his thoughts.

How had that happened? Could it be one of the side-effects of Alex's spell? Well, that was the only explanation Rose had. This was freakishly awesome, not to mention extremely interesting.

But why did it have to be Malfoy? She didn't want to hear his filthy thoughts! Especially when he was giving her that look, that said he thought she was deranged. She didn't want to know what he thought of her –it was undoubtedly something foul and nasty and –

Bloody hell, why does she always have to look so damn hot?

Or maybe not.

Rose gaped at him, a furiously red blush creeping up her neck. Was he talking about her? Did –did Scorpius Malfoy, her sworn enemy, just call her 'damn hot'?

She was pretty sure he had. God, she couldn't believe it. Her enemy of five years actually thought she was attractive and not a Weasley hag, as he often liked to call her. The thought sent her mind whizzing and heart doing cartwheels.

Stop it, Rose, she chided herself, You hate him, remember?

Although, what he thought next almost made her pass out.

I swear to Merlin, if she blushes like that any longer, I might just give in and snog her senseless.

Mmmm…snogging Malfoy. She couldn't say she hadn't thought of kissing Malfoy before. She had heard in the Girls' Washroom that Scorpius Malfoy was an amazing kisser –apparently the best at Hogwarts! So to say the least, snogging him would drive her into ecstasy but that didn't change the fact she was in hate in with him.

Rose smirked at Scorpius. She didn't know what possessed her because what she did next was something Rose would never do, ever. In a million years. Nuh-uh.

Rose Weasley would never say something like that to anyone, much less Scorpius Malfoy. But she had said it and there was no denying the fact that she said it sexily, if Scorpius's facial expressions were any indication.

"Malfoy, are you thinking about snogging me?"

Scorpius's eyes widened in horror and he took a step back.

Shit. Did Weasley just say what I was thinking, out loud? But that's not possible! It could have only been a coincidence. Nothing to worry about.

The demon that had possessed Rose wasn't ready to leave just yet.

Her devilish smirk widened and her eyes glinted. "You have a lot to worry about."

NO. FREAKING. WAY. IN. HELL.

Scorpius was breathing hard, not believing his ears. She was messing with him. Big time. "What are you talking about?"

She took several steps toward him and stood way too close for his comfort. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Scorpius," she said in a low voice. Scorpius swallowed nervously. No, this was not good. Was it just him or had someone turned on the heat?

"How are you reading my mind, Weasley?" he asked plainly, trying hard not to panic at the very prospect.

Rose suddenly adopted a very innocent look. "Who says I'm reading your mind?"

"Stop the bullshit, Weasley. Tha –tha –that look won't work on me, I'll have you know," he said, trying to sound confident. "How are you reading my mind?"

She shrugged indifferently. "I have no idea what you're on about."

Scorpius suddenly grabbed her shoulders and looked fiercely into her face, their noses nearly touching. "You and I both know what's going on. There's no hiding from the fact that somehow , you can hear my thoughts. How are you doing it? You should know I'm a pretty good Occlumens. I can shut off my mind right now."

"Then why aren't you?" Rose asked softly, dropping the façade, searching his eyes.

This seemed to switch it. His hands left her shoulders like it burned and he took several steps back, his face now wiped clean of any emotions at all.

"I have to go return these books to the library. See you, Weasley," he said and started walking briskly toward the opposite direction.

Rose exhaled, her heartbeat steadying a bit.

What just happened?

A/N: It's actually a two-shot!

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