Disclaimer: I (obviously) am not JK Rowling. If so, I would be writing an actual book and not a fanfic This fanfic is based off of the picture found here: .com/art/Rose-131670977

She was sitting on the ground in Muggle London when she heard a voice she would recognize anywhere.

"Well, well. If it isn't little Rosie-"

"Scorpius!" Rose exclaimed, her book forgotten on the ground as she leapt up and threw her arms around, none other than, Scorpius Malfoy.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around the familiar body of Rose, taking in her scent. Everything about her was familiar. Her scent, her looks, her hair, her freckles – even her book. "Hogwarts: A History again, Rosie?" He asked, releasing her with a stifled laugh. "Muggle London isn't exactly the best place to be reading that, wouldn't you say?"

Rose flushed, and retrieved her book from the ground, hiding the cover. "The Muggles are too unobservant to notice the title of my book," Rose said, grinning at her best friend.

"Why are you in Muggle London, anyways, Rose?" Scorpius asked, glancing from side to side.

She shrugged. "It's more peaceful here," she explained. "Why are you back? I thought you were supposed to stay in Romania for a few more years.

"Not happy to see me, then?" Scorpius chuckled, receiving an eye roll from Rose. "We found the dark wizard torturing the Muggles," he explained.

Scorpius Malfoy, much to his father's chagrin, had become an Auror. He worked under Ron Weasley and Harry Potter (Head Aurors) daily, being the choice Auror for undercover jobs in different countrys.

Rose Weasley, much to her father's chagrin, was best friends with Scorpius Malfoy. You see, back in Hogwarts, the two hated each other. They were as competitive as ever, always neck in neck for the snitch, fighting for the spot as top of their class, even for Albus Potter's attention. Rose and Scorpius were both friends with Al (who was a sorted Slytherin), and both had to constantly one up the other.

But an unlikely friendship bloomed between the two when they were thrown into a shared common room, Rose labeled Head Girl, and Scorpius labeled Head Boy. Rose and Scorpius spent, almost, every waking moment with the other, rounds until Midnight on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, both had many of the same classes, and they both sat at Slytherin table with their best friend, Al, at every meal.

It was inevitable that they would become friends one day, possibly, more.

Besides their uncanny amount of pent up anger, and their fiery temper, both were dangerously attracted to the other. But neither would admit that. Al, and practically the whole school could see that they liked the other, but no one said anything about it; it was like an unspoken rule, unless you wanted your head bit off by Scorpius or Rose for suggesting such a thing.

Scorpius and Rose were in denial. Scorpius made sure to always have a girl attached to his arm, his snogging buddy of the week. He told himself it was because he had manly desires that needed to be tended to, but it was only a way to suppress his feelings for Rose farther and farther down his heart.

Rose made sure to speak highly of Scorpius' friends when he was around, always flirting with them, smiling, laughing; all the things Scorpius wanted Rose to do towards him.

One day, the day before the Easter Holidays, it happened.

Neither of them can exactly recall who made the first move, and why, but one of them did, and the other was happy to oblige.

They kissed.

But it wasn't a normal kiss, or even a snog, really. It was a battle between their lips seeing who would last the longest in the kiss. First one to break the kiss, lost. Rose's fingers tangled in Scorpius' hair, his arms enveloping her small frame (compared to him and all of his 6'5 height), holding her body closer, and closer still.

They called it a tie. They pulled away at about the same time, releasing the other and backing away. "I should, um, pack my trunk," Rose mumbled, turning and heading to her room. "Me, too," Scorpius agreed, running his hand through his hair to fix it.

They never spoke of that day again.

They left for the holidays the next day, came back to school when they were over, and picked up with their competitiveness, making sure to never lose themselves in such a manner ever again.

"Scorpy," A high, nasally voice whined next to Scorpius. Rose hadn't even seen the short girl beside Scorpius. She should have; the girl had her fingers laced through Scorpius'.

Scorpius turned a little pink, having forgotten the girl, his girlfriend, himself. "Yes, Jana?" Scorpius asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Can we go home, now?" She asked, trailing her finger over his chest, causing Rose to blush. Scorpius sighed. "Listen, Rose, I'll see you later, okay?" Scorpius asked, smiling hopefully at her.

"Oh. Alright, I suppose," Rose mumbled, turning her back to Scorpius and the girl, Jana, and walking to her flat quickly, tears springing to her eyes.

a/n: My first fanfic, and I hope you guys liked it! There will be more chapters, but I don't know how many. This story has been building up in my head for quite sometime, and I had to write it down for you guys! R and R, please