Resume : Scorpius's in love with Rosie, yet she always ruffles his feathers and is in competition with him. Also a one-shot, possibly two or 3.

When Scorpius first sighted Rose on the Hogwarts express train, he knew she was the one for him. Although their families were often at each others' throat. He often wondered how it would be to be able to speak peacefully with them. The first day of their school, he passed an eye at her and tried to talk to her. His father actually didn't mind him doing that, because he wanted to end to feud between them, he had grown tired of it. He always needed to be weary of things, and there were creases and wrinkles on his eyes. Come to think of him, he felt so much sadness for him. Always needed to be suspicious of people around because they were rich. Although he didn't quite love Astoria, she was a comfort to him.

Rose and he never spoke again. It was only strives and arguments between them. What had he done to deserve it? During their first class, he managed to take the Mickey out of her by insulting her intelligence. He instantly regretted it. He started off on the wrong foot with her. Their rivalry was really one-sided. He didn't completely understand her actions against him. Didn't understand why she took upon herself to beat him in every test. At first, it was amusing, and then he got bored of it. She was so callous and acerbic towards him too.

Today, she beat him by 20 scores in a very difficult test. He was feeling ill that day which is why he couldn't do well in this test. She had a triumphant grin on her face. And she ribbed him and said:

"Yo Malfoy, I got you, didn't I?"

"Yes Weasley, you did." He really couldn't fathom why she was ever so happy whenever she achieved the feat. He'd only nod and congratulate her. He honestly didn't give a care about it. He wished she'd stop.

After a today's quidditch match, she again did the same thing after winning. He saw she had chip on her shoulder today and was in a foul mood. He decided he would talk to her later in the evening.

Evening came. She was quite still and calm. He wanted to approach her. He went to the library and caught her sitting on a chair, writing with her quill and poring herself over books and parchments. He didn't know if her mood stalled or not. He knew he should tread on eggshells with her tonight if he wanted to get something out of her.

"Hello Rose, mind if I had word with you?"

Rose's eyes shot a questioning look at him: "Why are you there?" Stop irking me!"

"I'm not here to bother you at all, I just want to talk." Clearly she was still a little moody and jumpy whenever he's around.

"Fine, I don't have much time, do it fast."

"Listen Rose, I don't really understand why you always hate me so! What I have done really? Shouldn't we put our parents' past behind us?"

"What have you done? Oh nothing, you've just been the bane of my existence, like in my whole entire life. Never request a talk again with me! Shoo!"

"Rose, please wait! I haven't finished. The competition's really one-sided. Why do you do it really? I don't understand! Why must the Malfoys and Weasleys be enemies?"

"Are you bloody inane? Are you out of your mine, Malfoy? All the things that your people have done to my Uncle Harry and my aunt and especially Bellatrix Lestrange...!"

"I see, you hate the actions we've done against your family, not our clan. What if I said we changed? What if I said we no longer cared about it? Molly got her revenge by hexing Aunt Bella and have you forgotten that my grandmother, Narcissa Black, risked her everything to save Harry?"

"I don't wanna hear those thing; Malfoy, I haven't gotten the time. Out! She saved him only out of need, nothing else, because she wanted to save Draco Malfoy, and that's it! Not out of the goodness of her heart, really!" She flared.

"Oh really? That's how you people view us? As the lowest of the low? I'm telling you, that's not the way we perceive it and not the story I was told!"

"Well, to each their own, I suppose. Whatever floats your boat, whatever suits your way of thinking. My mind won't be budged by your incessant yakking, that's not a not a good way to impress a girl."

"I'm not yakking; I'm trying to form my arguments so that you'd change your mind about us! Please listen, just this once. You think it's yakking, because you hate our guts and I'm telling you things that you never got wind of before!"

Madam Pince, the librarian, heard their bickering, and marched towards them, fast-paced. "Hey you two, cut it out! Or I'll give you a detention or take some points off both of your houses." She shooed them out and locked the door.

"Well, that was a close one, eh Weasley?"

"Why are you still talking to me? Sod off, Malfoy! Just break it off. I hate talking to you."

"Fine, but I see you're having second thoughts about us... which is the best I could hope to gain for tonight.

"What are you on about again? You must be hearing things because I'm not! Have taken any drugs today?"

"No I've not for your information, my Lady."

"Alright, just cease your talking please. You're giving me a headache. My entire evening had been ruined; I couldn't focus on my papers tonight because of you."

"That's because again, you're thinking really hard. That's good for you. You don't have the answers to the questions I raised, right?" They opinionated with each other as they walked.

"Please stop insisting on it. I've enough of you and I'm through you."

"Fine, I see you're bothered and I'm satisfied with it." He turned on his heels and went to the other direction.