A/N: Okay, so this is my first HP fanfic. So be nice when you review. Thank you :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters. Or places. Basically only the plot is mine. Kay?
Rose Weasley flipped her hair with a smile as she boarded the Hogwarts Express for her third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she searched for an empty compartment - or better, the compartment housing her cousins - she allowed her thoughts to drift off, finding herself thinking about a certain blonde guy in her year.
Rose, you are such an idiot, she chided herself, it's not like you like him or anything...
She immediately realized that thinking about this guy and then telling herself off about liking him was probably more idiotic than thinking of him in the first place.
Okay, so maybe I like him, but anyway, he doesn't like me. If he did he would have made a move now, wouldn't he? We've known each other for two yea-
Her thoughts stopped as she bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry, I -" She paused, realizing she was looking at the very same blonde that occupied her thoughts.
"Rose", Scorpius Malfoy said in a soft voice. "Did I hurt you?"
Rose looked up into Scorpius' face, feeling dizzy as she looked into his icy blue eyes for a brief moment.
"Er, yeah, Scorpius, I'm fine..." she mumbled. I'm just suffering from heartache, nothing serious...
"So..." Scorpius said, sounding uncertain.
"Yeah..." said Rose, looking at him and backing away a few steps to maybe avoid becoming giddy at the sight of his face so near her own.
"How was your summer?" asked the gorgeous blonde.
"Fine, you?" Rose thought she made a rather nice not-shaky voice.
"Great."
"I should probably find a compartment..." said Rose as means of getting away, but destiny was apparently not of the same opinion.
"I know where Al and the others are", said Scorpius with a dizzying smile. "Come with me, we'll sit with them. Unless you want us to find our own compartment?" He arched an eyebrow at her.
Did he just say what I think he said? Rose thought, her head buzzing like a flock of bees. Does he want us to sit together, just the two of us? Or was it just a joke? What should I sa-
Once again destiny interrupted Rose's stream of thoughts as a flock of tiny first years rushed by and forced Rose and Scorpius to press against the wall.
"Quick, let's just sit here", Scorpius said, holding open a compartment door and deciding for Rose.
"Sure", Rose said, hurrying past him so he wouldn't see her face, which was a bright tomato red. She sat down and hid her face behind her hair.
"So", said Scorpius, sitting down beside her, so that Rose was all too aware of his side brushing gently against hers. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something..."
Oh no, I knew it! thought Rose furiously. He's in love with Donna! Donna was Rose's best friend, a stunningly attractive darkhaired third year. What do I do, what do I do...
"You know, I'm a Malfoy..." Scorpius started hesitantly.
"I kind of figured that one out", Rose said and even smiled, despite the fact that her heart was beating like crazy.
"And you're a Weasley..." Scorpius' words were loud and echoing in Rose's head.
"Yeah, so?" she said, screaming, or so she felt.
"So... You know, Rose, our fathers don't really like each other..." said Scorpius.
Why can't he just spit it out? Rose thought furiously. What's our dads got to do with him liking Donna, anyway?
"And it might become a bit awkward..." Scorpius said, twisting to face Rose. His blue eyes pierced her brain like ice daggers, holding her in place, and she suddenly felt his hand against hers.
"What might?" Rose said breathlessly, feeling slightly dizzy.
Then his lips gently touched hers.