Its 2:16 in the morning, and I'm randomly inspired. I'll probally take this further once I've finished my other story: 'A love Hate Relationship', which you should check out by the way! Anyway. Heres the story:

"He did what?" Al asked me, looking appalled.

"You wait till I get hold of him-"

"Which you won't, Al. He's a giant." I say silent. Feeling slightly better I stood up, before seeing my reflection in my hand mirror.

I looked terrible. Tearstained and puffy faced. I wondered how my cousin had kept such a serious face, I would have burst out laughing at the mere sight of myself.

"I just wish, there was some was I could get back at him. I know that sounds childish, but, I-oh, I don't know. It's not fair. He needs to feel, what I felt. He needs to know how –wait do I sound masochistic?" I ask my cousin, who shakes his head.

"No Rosie. I wish I had some genius plan on how to get him back. Because, seriously I hate that stupid , scumbag, bastard featured-"

"I get it Al. You hate him." I say, rolling my eyes. Though I felt a smile creep up on my lips.

He went and sat on one of the chairs, patting the one next to him.

"Although-" He begins, moments later, before shaking his head. Clearly having an internal argument or something.

"What Al?"

"Oh, its nothing. I mean, no. You'd hate it, he'd hate it. . . It wouldn't work. At all. No."

"Can you just tell me?" I say begin to feel grumpy..

"We could always get Scorp involved."

I roll my eyes. Malfoy? How the bloody hell would he help?

"What Al? That prat?"

"That prat who happens to be my best friend."

"For reasons I'll never understand . . ." I say, once again rolling my eyes.

"Told you."

"Told me what?" I say moments later. My arms crossed and a frown on my face. I'm emotional at the moment, and Al knows it.

"Told you that you wouldn't like my plan."

"Well you never told me a plan!" I scoff, honestly he is mental sometimes.

"Scorp is … what some may call a 'love doctor' , uhm, he gives romantic help to those who need it…"

"I know perfectly well what that means" I say frowning.

How old does he think I am? We are the same age, despite his birthday being a few months earlier, I'm sixteen too you know Al!!!

"Well … If you really want to get McLaggen back, then I'm sure he'll know a way. I mean, he practically got me and Caitlin together!"

"What with some 'looove advice'?" I say mockingly.

"No, actually." I hear the perfect and almost electrifying voice that I instantly recognise.

I turn around to frown at him. Not missing his flinch when he caught sight of my face.

"What the hell happened to your face Weasley?" He says clearly disgusted.

Right. That's it. All thoughts of listening to Al's advice zoom out of my head, and I begin to pack my bag up, bending under the table. Hearing a muffled conversation between the 'BFF'S'. Where's the nearest toilet? I need to puke.

Finally I reappear – after banging my head though, to see Malfoy staring at me scrutinisingly . The prat.

I stand up to leave.

"Thanks for the sympathy Al." I say, coming face to face with Malfoy himself. And he's blocking my way.

And why is his smell so enticing? Why do I feel slightly dizzy, and almost giddy cause I can hear and see him breathing?

His hand brings me back to the land of the living. He's gripping my chin tightly between his fingers, and examining my face.

What the hell?

I attempt to wriggle away, but find myself interested in the conversation going on.

"I guess you're right Al, underneath the redness, the frizziness, the freckles and the puffiness, there might just be some raw material."

WHAT?

I push his hand off my face.

"What did you say to me Malfoy?"

"Oh that's a compliment, for you Weasley."

"I don't know who you think you are," I say. Finally pushing past him with my elbow. Unfortunately he grabs my upper arm. Tightly. And swings me around so were face to face.

Breathing each others air.

"What do you want Malfoy."

"To help you." He says emphasising the word help. As if.

"And why would you want to help me?"

"Because Weasley," his grip loosens slightly. Thank God. "I like a challenge."

I frown, now that my arms are free I cross them.

"What does this help entail?" I say. He smirks, as in his eyes, he thinks I've given in. Which I haven't. I'm just curious. That's all.

"Like I say. We've got the raw material right here. I will make every male at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry want you. You will get the boy of your dreams, and make McLaggen so angry with himself, he'll probally jump off a cliff or something."

I tilt my head considering it. Sounds good. But does this mean I'd have to have lessons with Malfoy? I really don't like the sound of that.

"We will meet, regularly, in the Room of Requirement. First meeting: tomorrow night. Be there Weasley. I know you want to." He says, his eyes smouldering before he turns away and walks out the door.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a black haired blur attempt to creep away.

"Oh no you don't Albus Severus! You've got me into this mess, and you'll get me out of it."

"I think it'll be good for you Rosie, I really do." He says before leaving – more like escaping.

Hmm, but you also thought that your hair looked good this morning . . .

I swing my bag over my shoulder and exit the Library.

An argument going on inside my head, but I knew who I had sided with already.

I just had to hope that these meetings wouldn't cut into possible study time.

End of chapter one! Please review so I know if its worth while or not(: thanks. Oh I love Scorose!