Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or any of the characters. Warner Bros. and J K Rowling does. I do not claim owning it; this is just a piece of my imagination.

I may have done a horrible job writing this and I apologize thoroughly to those who think so! As this is the first time I am doing this , please forgive me for not having done a great job. I hope you enjoy!

Out-of-bounds ( A Scorpius/Rose fanfiction)

CHAPTER-1) The smell of mangoes

She was late. She, Rose Weasley- top of her year, Gryfffindor Chaser , serious candidate for becoming Gryffindor prefect the next year, model student, daughter of Hermione Granger-Weasley and Ronald Weasley and favourite niece of Harry Potter – was late for class. No , it was not possible. But even as she considered reassuring herself that this was all a dream, she found herself sprinting down the empty corridor of Hogwarts, towards the dungeons. Her flaming red hair was flying behind her, and her bright blue eyes had widened with terror at the prospect of being late for Potions.

At long last, she reached her destination. 'M-may I come in P-professor M-mulier?' she stammered , her stomach lurching, more from fear than from hunger. 'So- Miss Weasley. Do you have any particular reason for being late? I suppose not. Taking into consideration that this is the first time you have failed me, I shall not take away any points. Please take a seat.' Rose timidly nodded, her cheeks going the same colour as her long bushy hair.

She stepped forward to take up her usual seat among the fouth- year Gryffindors beside her cousin Roxanne Weasley , carefully avoiding the snide remaks of the Slytherins , when her heart sank. Roxanne had already got someone to accompany her- a lanky Slytherin boy she vaguely remembered as Adrian Nott. Casting her cousin a reproachful look, she looked around the empty classroom , to find just one vacant seat- and her heart sank even lower.

Scorpius Malfoy was sitting right beside it. She inwardly let out a groan of despair- Double Potions with Malfoy was certainly something she would probably never look forward to. However, there was a slight improvement. Albus Severus Potter, her favourite cousin , was sitting to the left of Malfoy.

Feeling relieved and reluctant at the same time, she settled down in that seat. Albus gave her a dazzling smile which she heartily returned; Malfoy, she simply ignored.

'Now , as I was asking you all- before Miss Weasley's interruption-'said Professor Mulier( Rose went red again) 'What is a bezoar? And what is it used for?'

Rose's well-practised hand shot into the air, and so did Malfoy's, though quite lazily and indifferently. Professor Mulier seemed to linger for several seconds before speaking in a solemn voice, 'Very well. Miss Weasley can tell me what exactly a bezoar is. Mr. Malfoy can tell me about its uses.'

' A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat.' chanted Rose.' 'Very well. Ten points to Gryffindor.'said Professor. ' Now...Mr. Malfoy?'

Malfoy got up from his seat. For the first time in her life, Rose seemed to notice how tall and athletic his build was, or how very apple-red his lips were, or...

' ...from most poisons.' finished Malfoy in a calm and composed voice. Rose shook herself. Strangely , she seemed to have missed most of what he had just said. How very strange. She had almost even missed out Professor awarding ten points to Slytherin. So very uncharacteristic of her.

Malfoy settled down, stretching his arms slightly , lying his back comfortably against the back of the chair. This brought him in close proximity with Rose, who suddenly became conscious of that fruity scent of mangoes coming from him...

' What exactly are you trying to do, Weasley?' asked Malfoy ,sounding annoyed. 'W-what?' whispered Rose blankly. 'You're sniffing at me , Weasley!' ' No!' muttered Rose, the colour high in her cheeks. And though she could see only an edge of Albus' face , she could clearly tell that he was resisting the urge to laugh.

'Oh,' whispered Malfoy indifferently, ' It's not your fault, to be honest. I'm just irresistible.' Anger boiled inside Rose like it had never before. 'You're not irresistible, Malfoy.'she snapped , glaring at him. 'You're just an arrogant prat!' And when he no longer paid any attention to her , she reverted her attention to Professor Mulier , which she had definitely not been doing all that time.

'Rose- ROSE! Are you even listening to me?' shrieked James Sirius Potter, gaping at Rose, who for the first time realized that her cousin was literally shouting at her during dinner in the Great Hall. With a great effort she jerked herself and stuttered, ' OH-hi James-Were you telling me something?' She then gave him an unconvincing smile.

'What's wrong?' he demanded with an air of superiority. 'Wrong?' repeated Rose blankly. James shook his head, frowned and then spoke with concern, ' So there is something wrong. You haven't been yourself at lunch or right now. Roxy told me that you were late for class this morning. And she also mentioned that you did not answer any question in class after Potions all day long...and I've noticed that it has become hard to distinguish between your hair and your cheeks.'

' I- well- I'm alright...what could be the matter with me?' said Rose with a firmer voice. 'You know what, James?I think these are the after-effects of the mild sleeping draught I slipped into her pumpkin juice yesterday.' smirked Fred Weasley Jr., who had just taken a seat adjacent to James. ' So that's why I overslept today!' cried Rose indignantly. ' Oh well , I hate to see my cousin overworking herself.' Said Fred, winking at her. James roared with laughter.

' Oh, well, I'm sleepy...it's been a long day .Good night.' yawned Rose, getting up. ' I'll tell Roxy to wake you up, Rosie. Early morning Quidditch practice has a unique charm.'said James , puffing out his 'Gryffindor Captain' badge .Rose smiled slightly and then trotted off, glancing at the Slytherin table to see Albus laughing with Malfoy. Malfoy looked up at her , smirked and then looked away , looking bored. Blushing furiously , Rose fought hard to not think of his steely grey eyes...but there was simply no denying that he smelt amazingly like juicy mangoes.

This is the end of chapter 1. I don't know when the next will come out. Reviews are welcome.