Unexpected

It's the summer holidays and just the reaching the stage where boredom sets in and tempers are at an all time high. After fighting with her little brother for what felt like the thousandth time that morning, Rose enters her bedroom and slams the door shut behind her, looking forward to some peace and quiet at last. Before she can even think of what to do next, a voice speaks out from across the room, tone cool and casual.

"So, I was in the area…"

Rose jumps about a mile in the air while her brown eyes widen to at least three times their usual size. "What the bloody fucking shitting effing hell!" she screeches.

"Something the matter, Weasley?" Scorpius asks from where he lies sprawled across the bed, ruffled blond hair falling into grey eyes that glint mischievously in the dim light. "You almost came across a little startled there."

She opens her mouth to reply, a string of insults and curse words on the tip of her tongue. They're the worst and wittiest but she doesn't even get a chance to show them off as there's a knock on the door and the sound of a familiar voice that shuts her up instantly.

"Everything alright in there, Rosie?" asks her father, as the doorknob starts to turn.

Terror strikes her and before she can even think logically she's reacting with classic, rash, and completely Gryffindor maybe-stupidity. She grabs a blanket from where it lies on the carpet, holding it up and out like the great wings of a startled bird, and dive bombs Scorpius.

She jumps right onto the bed -onto him- and covers Scorpius with the blanket just in time for Ron Weasley to open the door. Ron stares at her for a long moment, face twisted into a mix of concern and caution. If there's one thing Rose Weasley's famous for, it's her frightening temper.

Rose tries to look casual but is tangled up in blankets and limbs and she's pretty sure she's elbowing Scorpius in the face. She hopes it hurts.

"Are you alright?" Ron repeats, awkwardly hovering at the door, probably afraid to enter.

"Great!" Rose squeaks as Scorpius pulls her hair.

Ron, obviously deciding that he's completed his parental duty (and slightly terrified of his teenaged daughter), retreats quickly through the door, with only a forced nod and an exclamation of "Brilliant!"

The door slams shut behind him and Rose automatically starts punching randomly at the blanket, and the person underneath it. There's a struggle as Scorpius tries to push his way out and Rose finds herself having to grasp the frame of her bed to stop herself from falling off the side. During this moment of weakness Scorpius manages to wrestle himself out and his blond head emerges into sight.

"Bloody hell, Weasley," he exclaims. "When I said I'd love to be tangled up in your sheets one day, I didn't mean like this."

"Shut up," she hisses, japing him in the chest. She then looks at him quizzically. "How did you even get in here?" she asks.

"The window was open."

She stares at him in amazement. "That's not an open invitation!"

"I'm sorry," he apologises, sounding anything but genuine. "I didn't realise."

"What do you want me to do?" she splutters out. "Post signage?"

"If it would make it clearer, then yes. Please do."

Rose closes her eyes, forcing herself to take some calming breaths. "It's called a door, Malfoy," she grinds out through clenched teeth.

"I'll make sure to use it next time."

Rose's eyes fly open. "Next time? There's not going to be a next time!"

Scorpius frowns. "Why not? This is nice."

"Nice-!"

"Yes."

"Yes-!"

"Rose, you're just repeating the ends of my sentences."

"I'm just-" she breaks off. She forces her tone to take on an artificial sweetness. "Malfoy," she says with an almost frightening smile. "If it's not too much for me to enquire, may I ask what the fuck you are doing here?"

"Wash your mouth out, Weasley," he scolds, settling into a sitting position, legs crossed. "I came here to ask you out."

Rose's mind doesn't really register what he's just said. She's still in rant mode. "By turning up in my bed? That's creepy!"

"It wouldn't be creepy if we were dating," says Scorpius. "It'd be a lovely surprise!"

Rose's only reply is a choking noise in the back of her throat.

"If we were dating," continues Scorpius. "Then you could have me in your bed when ever you pleased. How does that make you feel?"

"Nauseous."

Scorpius smirks. "You're lovesick."

"No," objects Rose. "I'm just sickened. Can you get off my sheets? Gross!"

That just causes Scorpius to stretch out further, smirking infuriatingly.

Rose doesn't stop to contemplate why she hasn't got off the bed yet. It may have something to do with how fast her head was spinning at their close proximity, or maybe the butterflies in her stomach.

"Why do you want to go out with me?" she asks eventually, tone wary.

"Because I think we'd bear attractive offspring."

Rose looks scandalised.

"I'm joking," says Scorpius. "It's because I like you, you idiot."

"You like me?" repeats Rose. Great, she was back to that again.

"Yes," answers Scorpius. "Merlin knows why though, you psychotic stuck up cow."

"How sweet," says Rose, voice positively dripping sarcasm. "I'm definitely going to date you now."

Scorpius grins. "I'm glad that's settled."

"Settled!"

Scorpius looks at her sternly, she's doing it again. "Weasley-" he says.

Rose cuts him off. "Call me Rose, you prat."

Scorpius looks her straight in the eye, causing Rose's stomach to turn backflips. "Rose," he says, voice low and smooth as silk.

Her eyes widen and he smiles, causing Rose's breathing to falter in the second before he leans over and presses his lips to hers.

She kisses him back and okay, maybe it is settled.