Chapter 1 - Started With A Dare


"Go die, Malfoy."

"Please!?"

"The answer is no."

"Come onnnn."

"No."

"Hmprh!"

"Nope."

He groaned, "Please!? Say yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"No."

She chuckled, "Nice try. But still no."

"Please don't make me, Beg."

"You'd be wasting your time if you did."

"Oh come on, Weasley!"

"Noo." Rose Weasley said sing-song, as she bounded over to the next aisle in the library. It was a weekend, so there wasn't many people in the library like the usual during the weekdays.

"Weasley, come on. Please?" Scorpius Malfoy begged her as he tailed her around the library. Rose had been putting back several books she had previously borrowed the week before. And by several, that meant seven.

"No!" Rose Weasley exclaimed, whirling around to face him. A complete look of astonishment was written all over her face.

"No?"

"Yes." She said, exasperated.

"So yes then!"

"No!" Feeling irritated.

"I'll do all your homework!"

"For your information, I enjoy doing my homework." She replied, a hand on her hip.

"I'll make you food!"

"You can't cook." That made Scorpius scowl.

"I'll iron your clothes."

"There's a spell for that."

"Laundry!"

"I prefer that you rather not touch my underwear."

"Back rubs!"

"Hate them."

"I'll carry your books to class!"

"Honestly, Malfoy. I can carry my own load."

"I'll give you a makeover!" Silence.

"Argh!" Rose finally exclaimed, feeling absolutely offended. She wasn't that horridly ugly! Was she? Turning on the heel of her foot, she began to walk away. But before she could even take a step, she pulled back by the annoying blonde himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way." Oh please, Rose thought, "But come on, have a heart will you!"

Her jaw dropped, "Have a hea-heart? Have a bloody heart!? Says the one who wants to kiss me just to break a poor girl's heart! And you want me to have a heart!?" Rose exclaimed in disbelief.

The librarian and several people looked in their direction. "Shhh!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone, covering her mouth. "Weasley. Please. I beg of you. Help me get this girl to back off. Just do me this one huge favor, please." He pleaded.

Shoving his hand off of her mouth, "I will not kiss you just to get rid of Emily Moschovitz, Malfoy." She spluttered.

"She's a stalker. How the bloody hell am I suppose to get Mia Fawley to fancy me if I got some crazy bird following me around! Don't you pity me!?" Malfoy threw his arms up.

Rose couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Hardly," She muttered, "But I don't see why I have to be the one you kiss. Much less the act of having to kiss you. Go find some other person to do that with."

"But it won't work if it's not with you though. You see, to her, you're the last person she'd expect for me to kiss. The one person who isn't a threat kisses me, and BAM! Becomes the greatest threat too all girls in line for the Slytherin."

"Unbelievable." She said to herself flatly. The arrogance is actually overflowing out of him.

Ignoring her tone, "Best believe it, babe." He said, readjusting his robes before winking at a nearby gawking Ravenclaw. She rolled her eyes again.

"Well count me out!" She said in 'happy' tone. "Fine another way to tell her to leave you alone."

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know, Malfoy. Tell her you have a girlfriend? And if that's not convincing enough, have someone fake being your girlfriend."

"Then Mia for sure wouldn't be interested."

Rose sighed, "It's possible. But at least she'll notice you. Anyway, if that doesn't work, then tell her you're gay."

"WHAT!?" His eyes bugged, "Then Mia wouldn't even acknowledge me as a man!"

"Like you were ever one to begin with," Rose muttered, but ended up being heard by the playboy himself. He glared, "Okay, okay! Have you even considered just talking to the girl? Politely decline her love?" His face remained flat.

"I don't want to be killed in my sleep, Weaslette. The stairs of the boys' dorm doesn't turn into a slide too, you know. She's very resourceful. But come on! Help a wizard out, Weasley. Besides, you're one of my friends!"

Rose scoffed, "Friends? You're bloomin' jokin. Ha. Just barely. We argue, Malfoy. A lot. If you hadn't noticed."

"But we've got this love-hate friendship!"

"That's not friendship." Shaking her head.

"Well we're civil with other when we're not fighting."

"Malfoy." Feeling exasperated, "The only reason why we're even around each other is because of Al. Your best friend. My favorite cousin. I don't go around kissing people who I would love to see in their demise." His face dropped. "We hate each other. For Merlin's sake we don't even call each other by our first names! Kissing me will not help the situation. And as I recall, you said that my lips and my breath is so horrible that if a guy were to kiss me, it would be like kissing a rotten fish."

Scorpius' scrunched up his face at the description and said, "I said that?" Scratching his head.

"Yes. So for the last time, I will not kiss you just because you're so scared of telling Emily to bugger off. Now please, do yourself a favor and ignore me like usual." And with that, Rose stalked off to the next aisle. But unlike earlier, it wasn't Scorpius' hand that grips her wrist to prevent her from walking away. It was his words.

"You know, Albus talks pretty highly of you. Annoying as it is sometimes, the things he says gives me some respect for you. Smart. Kind, which I obviously don't see. A perfect Gryffindor. Rotten bravery that you've got there though. Some Gryffindor."

Rose's mouth slacked, "What did you say?" She asked lowly as she turned around.

That was when the irritating muppet plastered on that irritatingly smug face of his. He knew that he had breached a point in her. "You heard me." He said, "A rotten Gryffindor you've become."

She neared Scorpius. Then stood right in front of him before proceeding to back him up threateningly against the bookshelf behind him. "I am a great Gryffindor." She warned him, feeling irritated, offended, and mad at the blonde.

"Really then?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Really." Nodding her head challengingly.

"Alright then. Then prove it. I dare you to kiss me. And y- Ah!" He exclaimed amusingly as he looked in the left direction. "And there's little miss Emily right now. Perfect timing. " He smirked. Rose looked in the direction he had apparently spotted Emily in, and he didn't lie when he said she was nearby. It wasn't very hard to spot her. In fact, Emily Moschovitz wasn't even discreet about her presence. Let alone staring at them so openly. She was in the aisle across them, carrying a rather heavy looking book in her hands. She must've been putting back a book when she spotted both her and Malfoy together. "So how about it, Weasley? Are you really a Gryffindor?"

Rose was practically flaring at this point. How dare he question her! Just- Argh! He's so infuriating! By the time Rose finished her inner battle of thoughts and decisions, she didn't even realize that Malfoy had placed his hands on her hips. Proceeding to back her up in the bookcase behind her.

Whoa, what. She thought dumbly.

The entire atmosphere had practically shifted to something that she had never experienced with Malfoy before. It was something so new. So intense. So frightening…Yet, exciting.

What was she doing!? She'd have to kiss Malfoy of all people.

She looked into his eyes and challenged him. And as she battled with her thoughts, trying to balance out her reasons and options. And finally, she came to a decision. There was no way in hell that Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was gonna have one over her. No bloody way. Rose knew she might regret this later on. But damn him and her stupid bloody pride.

Well, she thought, at least he's good-looking.

As she glared right back into his eyes, she slid her hands up and down his chest painfully slow.

And to her delight, that threw Scorpius off.

Win.

His silver eyes widened in surprise. But after a few moments, his eyes turned to hold more than one emotion. Mischief, amusement, challenge, playfulness, and- Dare Rose say it- A little bit of Lust.

Now if was Rose's turn to be thrown off.

Quickly hiding all signs of weakness, she stared in his eyes with a burning passion. A passion of hate, she would like to call it. But somehow it wasn't like the usual. This one was mixed with a challenge…And lust.

She suddenly and surprisingly felt attracted to Scorpius Malfoy.

Malfoy lowered his head down by her ear, whispering, "How about it Gryffindor's Golden Girl?"

And that about took it, Rose bit her lip and said, "Think you a handle?" before raising an eyebrow.

"The question is, can you?"

She chuckled cooly, "Don't doubt me for even a second, Malfoy." And with that she pulled Malfoy down by his tie and gave him, and Emily, a burning show.


AN: I randomly started writing this, and BAM. I couldn't stop writing. Lemme know if I should continue. Review! -Don't make Scorpius beg.