Mysteries are Just Lovely

Scorpius Malfoy had watched her for a while, watched her walk through the halls, watched her study in classes, watched her every movement. But he wasn't a stalker, no, he wasn't a stalker…well, maybe just a little, but it wasn't because he wanted to stalk her, it was just well, well he had this maybe, just a bit, little, baby crush on a certain red head Gryffindor girl. It was only little though…that is, until it grew. And grew. And grew. And when Scropius thought his 'small' crush couldn't grow any bigger, lo and behold, it swelled like a perfect pimple that couldn't, wouldn't be popped.

So by seventh year, Scorpius Malfoy could truly and completely say, much to his dislike, that he had fallen head over heels, perhaps irrevocably and undeniably in love with…Rose Weasley. And it killed him to admit it, but it was third degree murder to live without her. So he craved for those moments when he got to bask in her glorious presence when they patrolled as newly appointed Head Boy and Girl; it was just his luck that they had to take this task so often.

But there was one slight problem with being extremely in love with Rose Weasley. Actually two. The first being she was in Gryffindor; and frankly Scorpius wasn't going to be the first one to make a truce with the house he was supposed to loathe; he didn't exactly think Rose Weasley would be fond of the idea either. And second, all he knew about her was her name, her family, and her house; and everything else, everything that made Rose Weasley, well Rose Weasley, Scorpius was absolutely oblivious to. Sucks, doesn't it?

Scorpius pinned the badge plainly on his chest and looked at himself in the vanity mirror; it gleamed with the certain air of pride he held near and dear to him. "Today, I will figure her out." Though that was the fifteenth or sixteenth time he had made that promise…and then broke it.


Scorpius glanced for a fleeting moment at Rose as they walked in simultaneous step. He inhaled silent relief; she was looking at the paintings hanging on the wall. If she had seen him looking at her…He just exhaled. "What?" She asked, turning sharply to him, her Weasley hair flipping, the way Scorpius had grown accustom to.

"What…what?" He remarked.

"You sighed." She spoke pointedly.

"Actually I just breathed, and why does it matter?"

"You sighed, and the way you did sounded as if something was on your mind." Scorpius cursed –in his head of course– how did she figure out these things by one breath?

"Yeah, I kind of did." He rubbed his neck, slightly perturbed, Rose caught on.

"Well," She tried to prompt him.

"What's your favorite color?" He immediately regretted asking, it was not his façade to be so forward with these questions; usually Scorpius reeled them in with his devious persuasion and alluring mysteriousness. But Rose was different, and she didn't fall for those things; and to make matters worse, for Scorpius, she knew all of his tricks, and how she could play them to her advantage.

"Why do you ask?"

He shrugged, trying to look as if he didn't care. "Just curious."

"Curiosity kills the cat."

"Well you weren't trying to start any conversation." Scorpius retorted, getting rather flustered with her defensive stance at avoiding his question.

"I thought you liked silence."

Scorpius opened his mouth but no comeback came out. "J-just tell me what your favorite color is."

Rosie gave him a slight smirk; flustering Scorpius was quite entertaining. "You'd like to know, wouldn't you?"

The Slytherin growled in his throat out of aggravation. What do I have to do, beg? Scorpius thought fiercely. As if she read his mind, Rose gave a light laugh. "If you're willing to." Scorpius silently cursed again.

He breathed deeply, trying to recompose; but it was kind of hard with Rose smirking at him as if she was thoroughly enjoying his torture. "If you won't answer what, at least answer why."

"Why won't I tell you my favorite color?" Scorpius nodded. "Because it's fun to see you suffer. I think a little agony is due to the Slytherin Prince." He gritted his teeth; if she had known how much agony he went through every day, maybe she would've been more sympathetic. But to tell her that would be giving away everything. "You want to know my favorite color Scorpius?"

"Yes." Scorpius said before he could stop himself.

Rose quirked a brow, watching his sudden action then reaction. "It was a rhetorical question stupid."

"Oh." That only sounded like a slightly dumb response.

"Yeah, well, if you want to know so bad, then work for it."

Scorpius stuffed his hands into his pockets before he could make another stupid comment. Rose rolled her eyes. "If you're so eager to know my favorite color why don't you just take a chance at guessing." He didn't answer; just set his jaw in a very irritated grimace. "Oh, do you think you're too high and mighty to guess a color," Rose teased, "well fine, I'll make it easier, I'll give you five choices and if you get it wrong, you're living with five colors, and if you get it right, well, you're still living with five colors." Scorpius stayed quiet. "I'll take your silence as a yes. Okay, choice one: I like red."

He glanced to Rosie, her face was unreadable. But Gryffindor colors were red and gold, red, so it was a possibility…

"Choice two: I like blue."

He mused over blue in his mind, she did seem to wear a blue a lot, it could be…

"Choice three: I like yellow."

Yellow was a very peculiar color to Scorpius, it was a very bright color, usually symbolizing happiness, energetic, Rose was sometimes those things…

"Choice four: I like pink."

Something about pink was attractive to Hogwarts girls this year, maybe it was just a phase, but something was definitely up with that color…

"Choice five: I like green."

No, of all the colors she had given him, it wouldn't be green. It was obvious that green meant Slytherin and as far as Scorpius knew, Rose did not like Slytherin, therefore she would not like green...right?

But that was the thing about Rose, she was erratic and unpredictable. So as far as Scorpius knew, it could be as well be green. That was highly unlikely though. Red, blue, yellow, pink or green, what could it be…?

Rose broke his thoughts. "So, take your guess."

Scorpius stayed still, immersed in silent elimination. After what seemed a long time, he finally gave his answer. "Red."

Rose looked at him a moment, her face placid. "Wrong."

He couldn't help but break out. "But—it—I—you—did—Ugh!"

Rose burst out in laughter; this was priceless, seeing Scorpius Malfoy speechless was one of those moments to be saved and shared at his wedding just to embarrass him. "You know Scorpius," She leaned closer to him; Scorpius tried to stay calm, but his insides were freaking out, if he just moved forward an inch or so he could… "I really like green." And with that she pulled back with a smile, and continued their patrol.

It took Scorpius a good, full minute to realize what she had said, another to realize she had gone. "Wait!" Rose complied for a brief moment, just to let him within earshot. "Is your favorite color really green?"

She looked over her shoulder, still smiling a Cheshire cat smile. "Perhaps."

A/N: This was just some random idea, hope all of you enjoyed it. If anyone wants me to continue this, I'll be more than happy too, but I might need some help. So if you have an idea of another way for Rose to torture Scorpius (a question of course, like the color one) please tell me and I'll hopefully write it as soon as possible.

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, almost forgot this, although you all probably know, I still don't own these characters.