It was figuratively collecting cobwebs, dust bunnies, rat poop and pixie dust in my files in my computer. It was also begging to be published, so I did. Tada.

Chapter 1

Scorpius had his chin propped on his hand. He excelled in History of Magic (like in every other subject), yes, but it doesn't mean he has to enjoy it. Probably the only one in the entire class who's sitting erectly with eyes wide open was Rose Weasley. If there's one thing he can't compete against Rose, it was the full attention to the boring Professor Binns. The ghost-teacher just asked a question and Rose's hand shot right up in the air, like there was anyone racing her to do it. Scorpius didn't even bother raise his hand up though he knew the question; their professor drained enough alertness from him. Rose said the answer proudly and beamed as Binns gave her a lazy, "Very good Ms. Weasley." She then shot a gloating glance at Scorpius.

Mature, Scorpius mouthed sarcastically.

Thank Merlin it was the last subject of the day. He was already worn out. September, October, November and now it's December. The Christmas break is only a week away. He let the thought sink in him to cheer him up.

"That was the most boring chapter ever!" Albus said walking beside him. "Who cares about—what was that chapter about?"

Scorpius shrugged, "As soon as I have stepped out of Binns' classroom, I mentally deleted all his lectures about chapter…twelve was it?"

"Er…thirteen?"

Scorpius and Albus are very good buddies, much to Rose's displeasure.

"Chapter eleven," a smug voice confirmed from behind them. Rose bounced behind her cousin and smiled at him. Then she turned to Scorpius with a you're-wrong-as-usual look. "And not twelve."

"Go bother someone else," Scorpius said lethargically.

Rose scowled at him, "Whatever. Don't forget we have to do an inspection on the second floor—"

"Can't Davies and Byron do it? They are the Heads!"

"They asked us to do it," Rose said. "They're busy with…something I don't know."

"Snogging probably," Al whispered that made both Scorpius and him snicker. Rose rolled her eyes.

"Really, I can only imagine what they actually do inside their Heads common room. I can't believe they're going out,"

Rose stared at them horribly then decided not to say anything about it. "Malfoy, before dinner at 6:50. Second floor!"

"Fine!"

Rose walked away after while she shook her head irritably.

"Why do you need to check the second floor?" Albus asked as they walked to the courtyard.

"Hmm, I don't know." He shrugged. "Some third years I guess. Pranking."

"She still calls you Malfoy…" Al mused.

"Ever since we met. Nothing's really new, is there?"

"Sometimes I can't stand it. When you two bicker and go off, I mean."

Scorpius sat down on a bench, his face wearing a smirk, "Sorry there mate, but I just can't stand her…more than you can't stand us fighting."

"Look, you're my friend and she's my cousin. It's very hard to be wedged between you two, you know. Sometimes I don't know whom to hang out with." He took a sit next to Scorpius.

"She's just a little prejudiced bint—"He saw Albus sigh at the corner of his eyes but he continued. "She thinks I'm some competition."

Albus chuckled, "Well you're acting like one! First year and you two already disliked each other. What's wrong with the two of you? You like her brother don't you?"

"Yeah, Hugo's cool—"

"So why not like Rose too?"

Scorpius contemplated for an answer. Thinking about, Rose Weasley is smart and pretty. It's her mouth he's annoyed at. A sharp tongue isn't actually what he enjoys. Not to mention her...er, unpleasant attitude. "It's her fault," he settled for an answer.

"I tell you, I'm going to make you two friends. I will. We're in sixth year. It's still not too late."

"I doubt that." He lightly punched Albus on the shoulder.

. . .

"What took you so long?" Rose said harshly. "You're late for—"

"Three minutes only," Scorpius spat. "You're worse than my mother during family reunions. And that's saying something."

"Shut up," Rose snapped as they started walking along the corridor in the second floor. "I'm already starving and I want to bust those kids with the dung bombs now."

"Well aren't you a patient little thing?" Scorpius muttered. "Are you sure they're on the second floor?"

"Well, with the fact that a classroom here always smell like cack," the redhead said with disgust. "I'm pretty sure."

"You want to know what I'm pretty sure about?" Scorpius asked.

Rose raised an eyebrow, "What?"

He grinned, "That your Quidditch skills are cack."

"Your face is cack Malfoy,"

"Says you," then he stopped on his tracks, blocking Rose's way. "Look at me," he inched his face closer to hers. He was a lot taller than Rose, which was a funny thing because he could clearly remember that when they were eleven, she was as tall as him. Now he had to bend a little lower so he could level his pale face to her freckled one. Rose tried to step back with a scowl but Scorpius had his hand on her shoulder. That was too close for her. She felt his cool breath. "I'm gorgeous."

"In what world?" she said as she pushed Scorpius back.

"In the world you're in, baby," he teased.

"Oh you're sick!"

"Tell me about it. Calling you baby feels ugly in my mouth!" Scorpius said.

"Stop goofing around," she muttered, walking ahead.

They started walking again, checking all doors and classrooms they pass by. The only sounds they were hearing were their footsteps and Scorpius' whistling behind Rose. It was after a minute or two when he spoke, "Come on Weasley! There's nothing in here! Can we—"

"Shh!" Rose said as they stopped by a door opened just a crack. "Someone's inside this classroom."

"Don't be ridiculous. It hasn't been used for a long time—"

"Just shut up, will you?" she whispered frantically. "Someone's inside."

She took a peek inside and she gasped softly. There inside the room were two people, fiercely intertwined with each other. Rose immediately recognized the tall fellow sixth-year whose hair was bleach-blond that reached just under his chin. Shawn Peakes was hungrily snogging a blonde. She couldn't see who the blonde was as Shawn's and the blonde's faces were conjoined. His hands were all over the girl and Rose felt herself shrink. She had this little crush on Shawn Peakes since last year.

"You two!" bellowed Scorpius, kicking the door widely open. "You shouldn't be here!"

The two people broke apart, anger sketched on their faces.

"Is it against the rules to—"

"Shut up Peakes," said Scorpius. "Out!"

"Come on," he took the girl's hand and made their way out of the room. Peakes made sure he bumped Scorpius at the process, "Prat."

"You see this?" Scorpius threatened to him while pointing the Prefect's Badge on his chest. "I can dock points!"

The couple was already away when Scorpius shouted, "Ten points from Hufflepuff! Each!"

Rose rubbed her left upper arm as she blushed profusely. She didn't notice that she was pouting rather pitifully.

"What's it with you?" Scorpius asked her with no concern whatsoever.

"You're right," she mumbled. "No third years here. I'll head off now."

She started to leave the empty classroom but Scorpius stopped her, "What now?"

Rose pushed him away, "You don't care! Just—"

Scorpius laughed, "Uh-huh. And miss an opportunity to inflict pain on you? I don't think so."

Rose stared at him with an angry look, but it was a wrong move. Pain was written on her brown eyes.

"Looks like the job's been done for me," he said playfully. "Whoever did that, I must thank—oh..."

Rose looked away and stared at her feet. Then she stepped around Scorpius to go through the doors. But his hands pushed her away from it.

"Is this about Peakes?" he said. Scorpius was completely entertained with this piece of information. "He was snogging someone and you're acting like this…you like him!" He chuckled. "Oh this is good!"

"Get your own life," she said as she made her way again. Scorpius held her shoulders and stopped her for the third time.

"Whoa, I'm not yet finished," he said. He placed his hands on his pockets. "You've got a bad taste. I mean a Hufflepuff? Seriously! So, since when did you like that player?"

"He's not a player,"

"No? How many girlfriends did he have since his first? Countless already, I heard. And he was only thirteen when he had his first girl."

"I don't care,"

"Weasley Weasley Weasley," he smirked. "If those freckles aren't dumped on your face I bet they're green with jealousy now. I'm sure you wish that you're the girl who shared saliva with him."

"Bugger off! I'm in no mood for this!" She felt her face get hot with frustration. She walked to the front desk of the classroom.

"Can I blame him though?" he said nonchalantly. "If I were to choose between you and that hot girl he was kissing minutes ago, I'd choose her, obviously. Who would choose you?"

Rose had her face away from him.

"But if I had to choose between a mad cow and you, hmm, I guess I'd choose y—oh no wait, the cow." He laughed at what he thought was funny. "Now that I thought about it, you look like a cow anyway, so I'd just reject both."

"That's brilliant, coming from a cow itself," she snapped. Scorpius frowned at her. "Or haven't you seen your face in a mirror? There's one right there. Go on, check it out." She pointed to an oval mirror hanging on the wall ten feet away from them.

"I don't need to check my face out—"

"On second thought, don't check your face in the mirror. It might shatter in millions of pieces—"

"Afraid of seven years of bad luck? Oh I guess not, since you already have bad luck. What's worse is that you have a lifetime of it."

Rose eyes glinted with anger, "What makes you think I have a lifetime of bad luck, huh?"

"For one thing, that big messy nest, I mean, hair you've got. When you put us next to each other, people actually pity you. The only luck you probably possess is my presence."

"You egocentric prat! I vomit at your presence!"

"I vomit at your face!"

"I vomit at your face!"

"Hard to believe. You see Weasel-dung; I got my father's looks. Have you seen Draco Malfoy's face? Yes, I inherited that. face"

"Yeah, it's rubbish. Worse than rubbish actually. Rubbish probably looks so much better compared to it."

"Don't you have a go at my father—" he pulled out his wand.

Rose got her wand out and pointed it at him as well, "Fine, I'll have a go at your camel of a mother then."

Scorpius couldn't bring himself to insult Rose's mother. Hermione Weasley was actually a kind woman. In truth, he didn't feel odium towards the Weasleys, contrary to what Rose thinks he feels. But Scorpius may just feel a little not too pleasant towards Ron Weasley. Just like her father, Rose doesn't feel hospitable towards the Malfoys.

"Don't you say my mother is a camel, seeing your dad is a—a...a hippo!" That was really mature…the two of them are insulting each other using animals. Rose's whole face went red and when she spoke, her voice was shrill and loud; she gets a little touchy when her parents are being insulted.

"I hope Albus hears you!" she shrieked, her wand pointed threateningly towards Scorpius, who was doing the same with his own. "So he realizes what gigantic git you are! I can't believe you two are friends! You don't know what it's like, Albus going on about how you're a good friend and that I should stop competing against you. He doesn't realize it's your fault too! You're an arrogant good-for-nothing spoiled kid who thinks everyone will bow down to you! Well, that's what to expect from a Malfoy, isn't it? Don't you know that I know how you think of me and my family—"

"Well do you really know?" Scorpius said heatedly. "You're very prejudice—"

"You think my family and I are scum—"

"You don't know what I'm thinking Weasley—"

Rose's face was contorted in anger. "My mum is a Muggle-born and my dad is a blood traitor; of course a snotty Pureblood like you obviously thinks they're scum! What more of their daughter, right? That's why you treat me like rubbish! Because of my blood? My family? You don't know what it's like to be me. You don't know how hard my life can get! You don't know anything because you're you! I bet if you were me, you'd just give up on it!"

A silver-blue blaze shot right out of Rose's wand, and in reaction, Scorpius shouted, "Protego!"

Then something exploded and both students were knocked off backwards. The whole room was filled with some kind of glittery bluish smoke and no one can see a thing. Scorpius tried to stand up, but some sort of mild electric feeling crept up from his feet upwards to his head so he couldn't move. He remained lying there, coughing, while the smoke from the explosion cleared up incredibly fast in a few moments. Once Scorpius felt he could move, he slowly got up to his feet. He felt dizzy for a second then he saw Rose still lying beside the front desk. She was feebly tryingto move. Scorpius went and crouched at her side.

"Are you alright?" he asked, forcing himself to sound calm. He reached for he left wrist to feel her pulse.

"What the bloody hell," she said weakly. "Don't touch me!"

Scorpius scowled at her. Rose was finally able to sit up. She rubbed the back of her head, "Ow…"

"Are you alright?" he repeated.

"That must be a bad fall." Rose stared incredulously at him and said, "You're asking if I'm alright?"

"Fine…then, are you...not alright?" He stood up, looking down at the redhead.

"Yes, I'm not," she mumbled. She stood up as well but staggered for a moment. She looked around the room and was glad that surprisingly nothing seemed to be broken from the mishap.

"Our spells must've blown up—"

"Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious!" she said. "Wait—what? What spells?"

"You're right," Scorpius knitted his eyebrows. "That must be a bad fall. Our spells—"

"You were the only one who casted a spell!"

"It was just a shield charm! How about yours, huh? Who knows what kind of spell you—"

"I didn't cast any spell," she said hysterically.

"You did! I saw it! That's the reason why I tried to use a shield!"

"I di—" her eyes flew up on Scorpius' hair.

"What is it?" he asked. His hands ran through his hair as he felt if there was something in it. "What?"

"Y—your…hair," she stuttered. "It's…turning—"

"Your hair!" Scorpius pointed.

Apologies for wrong grammars and spellings.