Welcome to my second RosexScorpius Fanfiction... If you read Wrong For Me, this is very different. As in... It's actually a RosexScorpius. It should be good:) I've got lots of stuff planned. Read on, my lovelies:)

Whole story is from Scorpius POV:)

"Ready, Malfoy?" She asked, her tone burning with eagerness. Her eyes glittered with a burning passion. A passion to win.

"Of course. May the better man win?" I offered, feeling my eyes sparkle with the same desire.

She rolled her eyes, "You're practically asking to lose now, Malfoy. I thought you WANTED to win."

I raised one eyebrow at this, "Is that so? I guess we'll see. I'll meet you at the pitch, Weasley." I said, winking and outstretching my hand.

"I'll be the one in red." She teased back, grasping my hand, shaking it firmly, and then clasping me tightly to her chest, clapping me on the back.

I watched as she turned around, flouncing away. Her overly cocky confidence was an object of desire for every boy in our year. The way her flaming red hair was bouncing behind her was distinctly rebellious and shot off an air like she owned the world, and as far as Rose Weasley was concerned, she did. God. I loved that girl with every ounce of my being. She was the the gold to my silver, the day to my night, the fire to my ice, and she had me melting. Pretty. Damn. Sexy.

On my first day of Hogwarts, I had seen her. Her father had gripped her shoulders and pointed to me. I could pretty easily imagine what he was saying, it wasn't hard. I had been mesmerized by her round, rebellious face for only the fewest seconds before my father placed a cruel and heavy hand on my shoulder, turning me around. He insisted that I never speak to Rose Weasley. Ever. I nodded slowly, terrified of him as always. He then dipped his sharp chin twice and pushed me away without another word. He sent me off on the Hogwarts Express for my very first time with no more goodbye than a warning. I had figured that it would be easy to avoid her. She wasn't supposed to talk to me, and I wasn't supposed to talk to her. I had accepted that.

I had settled quietly into an empty compartment on my own. I was never a social kid; I was awkward and quiet, shunned because of my history. I remember that I had pulled out my notebook and added some short blurbs about the Express to my notes. I described the worn rugs, the squeaky trolley, and the softly worn auburn leather seats. Writing was my only escape. Some people drew, but I wrote. I considered myself an artist, but with words. I drew the picture of my life in words. I was frantically scribbling away, trying to capture the beauty of the old train in words when the compartment door flew open, revealing a flash of carroty hair dragging a wary looking boy with an untidy black mop in tow.

"You." She said, pointing one small pale finger in my direction. I froze. Rose Weasley was in my compartment, what, 20 minutes after I had been so strictly warned? "You and me. We're going to be best friends." That's when her full pink lips broke apart into a crooked grin, and everything changed. All of a sudden, my world flipped upside down, turning my stomach over and over. Rose Weasley was standing in front of me, her I wanted nothing more than to absolutely agree to anything she said. The girl was small, but hell, she was scary. But it wasn't just that, she was incredible. The first 10 words that came out of her mouth, and I knew I was in love with her. At eleven, I was a pretty committed kid.

"Are you just gonna sit there like an idiot with your mouth open, or are you coming with me?" She pressed and I snapped my mouth shut. I looked at the boy behind her, and saw him mouth something that looked awfully similar to 'sorry', but I couldn't be sure. She rolled her eyes, and I noticed that they were brown. Not just brown, but a dark russet flecked with dashes of gold and auburn. I had a feeling I could write for hours about just her eyes.

I got up from my seat and followed this girl. I followed her like a puppy dog trailing its mother. She led me down the long empty hallway to her compartment and introduced me to her friends.

"Guys, this is Scorpius." A series of different responses had followed this revelation; two blonde twins had rolled their eyes in synchronization, the scraggly black haired boy had shaken his head, and an older boy with the same features as the scraggly one had let loose a colorful stream of profanities.

"Damn Rose! You never listen do you?! A fucking Malfoy in our compartment?! Your dad's gonna flip…" He finished with a smug smirk, almost as if to say that he was all for Rose getting chewed out. I had a burning hole in the pit of my stomach, telling me that it was wrong that I was here, so for the first time, I spoke up.

"Maybe I should leave…" I mumbled, half hoping that no one would hear me. No one did. Rose put her hands on her hips and for an 11 year old, she looked scary as hell.

"He can't tell me what to do, and neither can you! I'll do what I want. And I want Scorpius Malfoy to be my best friend." She finished with a huff. And that had been that. From that moment on, I was Rose Weasley's best friend. And she was mine. And there was nothing anything could do to stop us.

On the train, we talked about Quidditch. Everyone talked about Quidditch. With all the time I spent alone, I knew a hellalot about Quidditch, and everyone was fascinated. The oldest boy, I learned his name was James, (a Potter, I should have know. Only… Why wasn't I warned about them?) was boasting to anyone that would listen that he knew he was getting his position back as seeker this year. I t was just unavoidable, or so he said. I hadn't given much thought to actually playing Quidditch until Rose butted in and asked,

"What position are you after, Scorp?" Scorp, I thought silently, She called me 'Scorp'. "I'm going for Chaser. Plus, I think I'd look damn sexy in those red robes." This statement received a simultaneous slap from both her older cousins.

"Right, Rosie. It'll be a decade before you're allowed to look sexy." She crossed her arms at this, and pouted, but I was still curious.

"A chaser? But isn't Quidditch kinda… For boys?" I asked, but it was the wrong move. Rose Weasley's face flew out of her pout and her arms uncrossed for the sheer purpose of having a finger to jab in my direction.

"You think, that just because I'm a girl, I couldn't kick your arse in Quidditch a million times over?!" She screeched, and received another swat for cussing at me. "You're on Malfoy. I'd like to see you try."

Feeling cocky, I replied "I'll meet you at the pitch, Weasley." And to my great relief, she laughed.

"I'll be the one in red." She winked, receiving yet a third swat from her cousins. Fun bunch they were.

He flaming hair had been blown back in her bout of fury, but she sat down eventually.

"Red?" I asked "What if you aren't in Gryffindor?" She laughed at this, too.

"Of course I'll be in Gryffindor. Everyone in my family for AGES has been in Gryffindor. I'm just as brave as the rest of them." I didn't say anything, but I did silently agree with her. I couldn't imagine Rose Weasley in any house but Gryffindor.

When the sorting had rolled around, I came before my new best friend, and was sorted into Slytherin almost without a second thought. I was… Silently relieved, because I knew my father would be the closest thing to proud he could be. Rose had been sorted quickly into Gryffindor after wearing the hat for no more than 3 seconds and she had hopped off the stool looking extremely pleased with herself. I had figured then and there that my newfound friendship was already over, but I was wrong. Just seconds after the sorting was over, Rose had slipped out of her seat at the Gryffindor table and wedged herself next to me at the Slytherin table. She had taken my hand in hers and smiled that round grin, and honestly, I couldn't help but smile back. She was the one. That much, I was absolutely, undeniably sure of.

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