Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or ideas about Hogwarts, DADA etc...all I own are the things a VERY avid Harry Potter fan wouldn't recognize. Like Rose being a klutz... I don't think JKR mentioned that...

He ducked out of the DADA classroom just behind her, it was lunch now, and they had been the last two leaving. All their friends had run off to eat or catch up on very late homework. He had been talking to their professor about some mark he didn't think he deserved. It was probably only an E, but she had gotten an O, and she knew he couldn't deal with that. She had been finishing up the homework they had just been assigned, well the first draft at least, and had decided to stop where she was when she noticed him and their professor finishing up the conversation.

She had secretly been hoping he would leave around the same time she did, her crush on the insufferable git was hard to deny, but she would never act on it first, for fear of being ridiculed. Still, she was entitled to swing her hips that extra tiny bit, thinking he might notice, even if he did have nearly every girl in school falling at his feet. He had been nice recently, a weird change, but a welcome one. She reached the main stairs, and started down them, hoping for the life of her that she wouldn't slip. But luck seemed to have given her all she could ask for that day, and she felt her feet slip out from under her on the second step. She groped helplessly, her bag getting lost several steps above her, and her back slamming into step after step.

Finally her hand caught onto the railing, and she pulled herself to a stop. She sat there for several moments, burying her face in her hands in a desperate attempt to hide how uncoordinated she was. That was when he came up behind her, a smirk on his face. She could see his shoe right next to her, and could just imagine him cocking his eyebrow at the sight of her. She humphed slightly, looking up at him before standing so that she was at least close to his height.

"What're you smirking at, Malfoy?" She asked, eyeing him carefully.

"You, Weasley. You okay?" his sincere expression was unknown to her.

"Yah, I'm just a klutz... you know, I live with it." she felt herself beginning to turn pink, the way only a Weasley could. She looked down at her feet, biting her bottom lip, painfully aware of how red she was, and trying to conceal it. She began to rub her arm nervously. He reached out a hand to stop her, gently covering her fingers with his own. The slight shock that went through her when he touched her, he actually touched her, turned into a shiver of sadness as he removed his hand quickly. She had the strong urge to stop it as it went, but she forced her hand to her side, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"You sure you're okay? You don't look it." His concern for her was laced with confidence, pricking both her curiosity and her pride, causing her to answer without thinking.

"Wow! Thanks!" her tone dripping with sarcasm, "I don't look okay. Really know how to make a girl feel good about herself don't y-"

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" He cut her off, and she felt her face flush horribly once again. Trying to get out of the conversation quickly, before he mentioned it, she muttered a quick oh and began to turn away, up the stairs to get her bag. But she had barely made it two steps when something about the way she could still feel his eyes staring intently after her caused her to stop and turn around to face him again.

"Fine then, what did you mean?" She couldn't resist the edge that entered her voice, but now that she knew her blush was not going to go away, she decided she might as well embrace it. She looked up at him to face the worst he could jokingly throw at her. But what he did next caught her completely off guard. He took two confident steps forward, so that their faces were only centimeters apart, while their bodies nearly pressed together, and with less than a millisecond of hesitation, he closed the gap. His hands were holding her waist firmly; his mouth was on hers. He was obviously practiced, but he still kept the same kind demeanor as before. Heat filling her stomach, she felt her arms wrap around his neck.

If anybody had walked out, they would have seen a Weasley and a Malfoy locked in passionate snogging session. But no one did walk out. No one saw how Scorpius held her, as if she was the most precious thing in the world. No one saw how Rose looked in his arms, relaxed for the first time in months. No one saw.

AN - So my first story finally out. Hope it was okay. Pretty nervous about it. Let me know what you think, good and bad. Also, let me know if you want more. Or what you want. I'll need reviews or subscriptions to know that it's worth it though.

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