If You Hurt Her…

First Things First: This is an apology to all the people who tried reading my stuff…. SO, guys I'm really, really, sorry. Like seriously, I would be royally pissed if someone started a story that sounded good (if I say so myself) and discontinued it. That is what I did, isn't it? Anyway, see the thing is, I suck at actually finishing stuff (it's a bad habit of mine) and the thing with the Dare Story was that I lost it. If you haven't read it yet, don't because trust me, you'll be disappointed. I'm not gonna make any promises but I'm going to try to get back to it… FOR NOW: Enjoy!

Summary: Rose and Scorpius come out. And of course many I'll send you to hell and back's ensue.

Disclaimer: Just a lazy author with an idea and too lazy to come up with own universe and characters. Definitely not the awesomely awesome J.K… ( I Love Barney, not the dinosaur) Kudos to anyone who gets the reference!

Dedication: This is dedicated to makoshark…except she has no idea. And now, without further ado

Prologue

"You smell good."

"Mhm? . . . thank you. . . ?"

"Yeah, like some flower. . . and ooh! Chocolate-chip cookies, the fresh-out -of-the-oven grandma-baked kind, not house-elves. Mind you, it took my grandma a while to actually figure out how to get the cookies right."

"That's nice."

"You know what else you smell like?"

"No, I couldn't guess, no."

"Something from potions—not slime or dried bugs or anything. Like, like. . . "

"Essence of rose?"

"Yeah, and lavender. HEY, that's the flower—rose, with a hint of orange blossoms!"

"Gee, thanks. You smell good too."

"Yeah?

Merlin! You…you smell like my Amortentia potion…"

"What? Really?"

"Hey… does that mean I love you?"

"Wait…you don't?"

"I mean, well I do. And this just confirms it doesn't it? That we're meant to be together?"

"I never said I smelled you"

"You DON"T? But, why? I thought I was your one true love"

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing. So what do you smell?"

"Chicken. Grass on a rainy day with muddy tracks and broom tracks all over it. The locker room after a victory. Butterbeer. Chocolate, the kind that is given with love from someone special. The Burrow on Christmas. My dad on a cold day. Vanilla. Burning incense"

"Oh. …sounds like her quidditch captain. Stupid bloke"

"And a laundry, clean linen smell. Ooh… and pine and the surf. With a hint of manly orange and manly coconut."

"Hey, that's not funny! It's not my fault your cousin decided to get me a fruity cologne for my birthday. He's confiscated all of my cologne except for the one that was almost done. And now I have to wear both of them to keep my dignity"

"What dignity?"

"I won't even dignify that with a response"

"And its Tropical and I for one, like it."

"Oh. Well then. So you do love me."

"Yes, you doofus." (A/N: Do the British say such? People unfamiliar w/ the word: it's an affectionate way of saying idiot."

"You know, it's time"

"Ahahahaha. Ahahahah. Wait, wait, wait, there's more. Ahahahahahahahahahaha. Okay, go on."

"You're done?"

"No. Aha haha. Almost. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Haha!"

"Sheesh, woman."

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm laughing?"

"No"

"I'll tell you anyway"

"I thought as much"

"You think Slytherins are bad? What about my cousin, your best friend?"

"Well. I'll admit. He is a slimy git."

"The rest are worse. At least together… WOW! I can't wait!"

"Wait… what?"

"My dear boy, are you up for it. It's gonna be hilarious, hilarious I say!"

"Nice to know I amuse you."

"You always do"

"You know, if only you didn't amuse me as well…"

"Then what?"

"Then I would go around looking for strumpets to carry off."

"Well, it's a good thing I do amuse you isn't it?"

A/N: Well, I think the people are obvious, it says their names everywhere but I wanted it to be a mystery. ( I failed) I sorta made the conversation flow like I imagine real ones to—they go all over the place. I also purposefully didn't include any actions. I want to see what you guys think. Review and tell me—like Scorpius was totally sniffing Rose at the beginning. And, I imagined Rose saying, Scorpy, my dear boy…

Also, kudos to everyone who gets my references.

So, my sister read this and she said I made Scorpius smell like my best (guy) friend. But I haven't smelled him in a while so maybe I miss his smell? That sounds creepy. Well, I've decided to dedicate this to him too. REVIEW! WITH ideas, thoughts, and guesses, criticisms and angry words also work. Kay, bye!