A/N: Just a little Rose/Scorpius one-shot. (I love this pair.) Please, please, please review! (I'm trying to get as many reviews as possible – I need constructive criticism.)

"You're an ignorant, space-wasting prat, Malfoy!"

"Well, at least I'm not an annoying know-it-all like you, Weasley," Scorpius countered in a low, angry tone.

Rose Weasley let out a frustrated noise and turned on her heel, crossing her arms. "You know, I'm starting to question my dear cousin's judge of character," Rose began. "Albus said you were okay. He even said you were nice at some points. But he never said you were arrogant and idiotic. Maybe those key points slipped his mind, hmm? Or maybe," she said, "You're not an arse to him."

"Oh, right, Weasley," he said sarcastically, throwing up his hands, "I save a certain part of my personality specifically for you, just so I can hide something or pretend to be someone else."

Rose poked him hard in the chest (which, she noted, was quite muscular. Quite.) "That's exactly what I think!" Poke. "Because you" – poke – "are" – poke – "hiding something." Poke, poke.

"Quit poking me," he murmured, grabbing her hand in mid-prod. His grasp was warm and comforting. Wait – comforting? Where did that come from? "And what do you think I am hiding, so to speak?"

"That's what I don't know," Rose answered. "So you tell me. What are you hiding from me that everyone else seems to know?"

Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "Well, there are two things. Is it that I copied your Charms homework last week, or the fact that I'm in love with you!"

"Ha! So you did copy my – wait. What was that last one?"

"I'm in love with you," he said simply. "I've tried to convince myself otherwise. Albus has tried to convince me otherwise. I've tried dating other people. But I've come to the full conclusion that it isn't just a crush. So to stop you from finding out, your genius cousin advised me to act like a jerk around you." He shrugged and ignored her gaze. "I don't care if you don't love me back. All I care about is that you know, and that you're happy, because your happiness is all that matters to me."

Rose was, to put it a nice way, floored. "Well, Malfoy –"

"Scorpius. My name is Scorpius, Weasley."

"Mine's Rose."

"Rose it is."

"As I was saying – I have no idea where that came from. And I think I'll probably realize that the guy I love just professed his love for me behind the Three Broomsticks – how'd we get here, anyways? But for now –"

Her stream of words was cut off by his urgent kiss. Rose made a surprised noise in the back of her throat that came out like "Mmhmnmh!" And before she knew it, she was kissing him back with every ounce of her being. One hand grabbed his arm and another braided itself into his silky, silver-blonde hair. His hands rested on her waist and back, pulling her toward him. All her nerve endings were live wires, sparks flying from her fingers, limbs and lips. Scorpius moaned deep in the back of his throat as his tongue slid inside, exploring the concaves of her mouth.

When he pulled away, Rose started sputtering. "What – what the hell was that for?"

He blinked. "I dunno. You said you loved me, so I figured…" He trailed off, putting one hand on the back of his neck and looking guilty. "Blimey, d'you know how long I've wanted to do that for? Sorry, that was uncalled for," he said quickly.

"I agree," she said, nodding. "I think we should argue more often."

"I agree," he answered, pulling her towards him for the second time that day.

Little did they know that this would not be their first "argument."