Well, this is a story that I had already written in Spanish. It's all cliché-y, but sometimes we all like a good cliché. I hope you enjoy it and leave me lovely - or nasty whatever - reviews. I will be answering each one of the in private. I know Rose looks like a slut in this one but when I upload the other one you will see she is not quite like that, it's just that you know how envy and rumors can ruin someone's reputation. Ans Scorpy over here is our cocky Malfoy as ever, of course I didn't mean to make him that predictable but he is who he is, and I love cocky Malfoys.

And this is not mine, is J.K.'s and whomever else.


Scorpius thought he had seen everything, or almost. He was sure that nothing could surprise him anymore - but as we all know, teenagers tend to think they know everything when they have plenty of things to see yet.

And that's why Scorpius couldn't have been more wrong.

It was Saturday night and his best mate Darius had taken him to a strange place, crowded with crazy drunk people, he even believed he saw some addicts in a corner. When he entered, he thought he had come to the one and only hell: he was welcomed by a very high temperature; red lights moving here and there, people moving to the rhythm of an awful song; and of all the individuals around, he doubted even one of them wasn't intoxicated. He glared at his friend, but he just shrugged him off and smiled, very excited, while pushing him through the door, interning him even more in that hell called night club.

The first thing they did was approach the bar so they could join the happy drunk people that surrounded them. Darius ordered two drinks for them, but ended up drinking them both because Scorpius didn't intend to join those stupid babbling and sweaty wankers. Soon enough, his friend was in the middle of the dance floor flirting with two blondes. The boy was now alone at the bar, drinking a cup of wine that he had finally ordered, not having a better thing to do. He looked around the place, nut he didn't find anyone recognizable behind those red eyes and – in the girls' case – loads of makeup. He thought of leaving his friend on his own – after all, he deserved it for tricking him into come to this disgusting place – when he saw a wild red mane that attracted his attention. It couldn't possibly be her, but he followed the red glimpse anyway.

And, surprisingly enough, there she was: Perfect Miss Gryffindor, alone and drunk like hell. She was dancing rather seductively and two blokes where trying to make a move on her. Even though Rose wasn't, by far, the model of kindness and responsibility, he would never imagine running into her in a place like this. She was always overprotected by her cousins. Surely this would make a good piece of blackmail later. Amused, he approached the girl that was now talking to those guys.

"Rose Weasley" he said, gaining her attention. He stood between her and the two prats.

"Yeeep," she replied, nodding several times. "That's my name, yeah," she giggled madly, earning some curious looks. "And who are you, handsome bloke that interrupted my talk with my friends over there," she pointed the two guys behind him, that were glaring at him. He turned around again to find that Rose had leaned over him, and was now whispering in his ear: "But, actually, I don't mind. They were bothering me anyway, and you are way hotter," she giggled again, leaning back. He could smell the alcohol in her breath but smirked, satisfied with himself. She winked at him and took his arm – her long nails like claws buried deep in his skin – dragging him to a lonely corner. She started do dance slowly, a wide grin on her face. He felt his own mouth twitching up, mimicking her smile. She started to move closer. He didn't stop her.

When she was close enough for him to smell her scent, he started wondering exactly in what he had gotten himself into. She was Rose Bloody Weasley; they were supposed to dislike each other. She avoided him when she could and he always seemed to bring his arrogant self around her. They didn't talk a lot, but they just assumed that since everyone else thought they were made to be enemies, they were. When they were forced to spend time together, she was polite to him, but he could sense her reject. He wasn't much help, since he was cocky and liked to push her buttons.

Rose was a Weasley, Scorpius was a Malfoy. And however, they were just about to join their lips in a kiss at that exact moment. He remembered how she had asked who he was, and realized that she didn't notice she was dealing with "the enemy". Well, he said to himself, this is a chance, after all, Weasley isn't bad at all. Given her reputation, he didn't think he was her first one night stand. But he was sure he was the one night stand she would regret for the rest of her life.

He proceeded to erase the distance separating them. Her mouth tasted like alcohol. And chocolate, he thought amused. They tore apart, and he looked at her straight in the eye for the first time that night, faces very close. He saw something change in her eyes, and he knew what it was. Realization.

"Malfoy?" she asked, recognizing his cold grey eyes. He smirked arrogantly.

"Surprise," was his response. And it really was a surprise. He saw in her expression that he wasn't wrong; he would be the mistake she would always regret, but it seemed that she didn't care at the time, because she just smiled evilly at him and grabbed his collar while stamping their lips back together.


A/N: There you are! It's very short and I don't think it will go too far, but I liked writing it. What do you think will happen when drunk!Rosie gets to her senses?

And no, they just kissed, nothing else happened. I know I described it as a one night stand but it really is a one night... kiss :D Rosie is not THAT of a slut.

I apologize for any mistake I could have made, but I couldn't find a beta and at least I used the corrector with my orthography. If you find any mistake please don't doubt in pointing it out.

Kisses!

Nate.

Second note:

So, I edited the dialogues and inserted quotes, sorry I totally forgot that in English you don't use lines!