Summary: Hp next generation. Rose has always disliked Scorpius and he has always disliked her, so why aren't they acting like it? When things between them get strange, secrets start to flow and odd things begin to happen. Is history repeating itself? Is this their story or someone else's? And lastly, will they make the same mistakes?

So Hi. This is my first fic and I'm really nervous. I could definitely use some reviews and tips because just posting this took a large sum of courage we Slytherins don't naturally posses. I'm open to criticism and opinions so please don't be shy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, I'm poor and this is all based on J.K. Rowling's books. Kay cool.

When love repeats

Chapter 1

She eyed him carefully over the edge of her potions book. "He fancies you," the ditzy girl next to her giggled "I see him staring all the time."

As if he could hear their conversation from across the room; Scorpius turned his pale, angular face to look directly at her. His grey eyes held her blue ones for what felt like hours until he smirked deviously and went back to what he was doing.

Rose tugged on the knot of her scarlet tie and idly adjusted her prefects badge. Her face was beginning to turn the color of her hair. "Do you really think so Joy?"

Rose had heard the rumors. She knew all about the youngest Malfoy and his apparent interest in her. But she doubted they were true. He was a notorious flirt.

The other gryffindor giggled again, her freckled face beaming with excitement and maybe a hint of envy. "I know so."

The redhead stirred their potion again. Wishing life was as easy as schoolwork.

"I wonder what's keeping Al," Rose thought aloud "he's never late to class."

Joy shrugged. "Maybe he's sick?"

She nodded. Albus was the person she was closest to. The only person Rose could trust. Rose could tell him anything and everything and he'd just listen with his somber green eyes and patient face that was so much like his father's that it was uncanny.

"Miss Weasley, are you and Joy near done?"

She looked up to meet the impatient and often bored gaze of Professor Morris. He had a hand on Malfoy's shoulder and another on his own balding grey head, scratching the lack of hair.

"Yes sir, we've finished already."

He grimaced in an attempt to smile.

"Would you mind helping Mister Malfoy? Without Mister Potter's help, I'm afraid he can't discern a lacewing from his own buttocks."

There were chuckles and snorts of laughter at this comment. And Rose had to cough to hide her own giggle.

"Yes sir." She replied. Rose gave Joy a nervous look before gathering her things and walking over to Malfoy's overflowing cauldron.

Morris stalked away to a group of unsuspecting Slytherins. "What in the name of Merlin is this atrocity?" he hollered, using his wand to toss the cauldron into the wall where it shattered. "Clean it up you incompetent filth!" he barked at the two.

Rose shuddered.

"Do I make you jumpy, Weasley?" Scorpius asked with a wink.

She pursed her lips. A habbit she'd picked up from her mother. "Can we just get to work?"

"In a hurry?" he asked, pausing to grab the laddle next to her "or are you just nervous around me?"

The Gryffindor smirked, something she seldom did. "It seems I should be asking you the same thing."

Rose took the ladle from him and began stirring.

He eyed her with curiosity, rolled up his sleeves, and almost grinned as he continued his battle with the mandrake root.

"And why would I be nervous around you?"

With a flick of her wand she emptied the cauldron; the potion was so horrid it wasn't even salvageable. She wondered if this was all some scheme of Malfoy's. He was particularly good at potions. How could he mess up on something as simple as dreamless sleep?

Rose paused. Summoning up some gryffindor courage before choosing her words carefully. "Because I fascinate you" She flicked her wand again and it filled with water "I'm a challenge to you. Something you wish you could get your cunning little hands on."

He chuckled darkly. Afraid she might see just how correct she was. How did the damn girl always know what he was plotting? It was as if she knew him like the back of her hand. He scoffed. That wasn't possible. No one knew him beside his close group of friends. And he liked it that way.

"If I remember correctly, I'm the Malfoy and you're the Weasley."

She sighed with feigned disinterest as he dropped the roots into the cauldron.

"And that means?" she asked, pouring in the vile of spider venom. She actually had no idea what it meant. How did he always know what to say to make her confused and angry?

Scorpius moved a strand of white blonde hair out of his eyes. "Nothing."

She shook her head and they worked in silence.

By the time they were done, the classroom was empty and the Professor was snoring loudly.

She'd almost made it to the door when he called them back.

"Malfoy, Weasley, a word?"

Rose bit her lip. Now what?

"I quite like the silence you two working together causes. I want you to be partners for the rest of the school year."

Her jaw fell open on it's own accord.

"Also, this is the assignment I gave the rest of the class. I want it finished and brought to my desk by Monday morning."

Rose scanned the paper quickly, her eyes not seeing any of the words. It was Friday! That meant they'd have to work together this weekend to get it done! She couldn't spend an entire weekend with Malfoy! She'd loose her mind!

Scorpius nearly grinned. "How lovely, Weasley was just telling me how much she enjoys my company."

Professor Morris laughed loudly. He probably knew how much they disliked each other and this was all a very amusing sick joke to him.

"This is ridiculous." She muttered as she angrily stormed out of the dungeons.

~.~

Dinner was horrible.

"Has anyone seen Albus?" Rose asked as she sat down in her usual spot. Still frustrated thanks to Malfoy. Who thankfully, hadn't shown up to dinner.

Although the pairing wasn't necessarily his fault, he'd still managed to get under her skin with all his bloody attractiveness and oh Godric did she just call him attractive?

James shook his head. "Dunno, I haven't seen him since the train ride."

Rose frowned. They'd arrived a week ago. What argument had caused them to so thoroughly avoid each other?

"That's really sad James."

He shrugged, running a hand through his unruly hair. His shaggy black mane was similar to his father's in color, but straight like his mother's.

"Have you decided what you want for your sixteenth birthday?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"I know what a certain Malfoy will be getting her." Said a redheaded girl with eyes the color of honey.

"And what would that be Lily?" James inquired.

Lily mimed someone snogging and made kissy faces at Rose.

James snorted with laughter and Lily giggled until she was out of breath.

Rose blushed and tried for a smile, when she'd much rather have throttled them both with her bare hands. She didn't need her cousins teasing her when she was having internal debates on how she herself felt about all of this Scorpius nonsense.

James put more potatoes on his plate. "Dad sent me a letter this morning." He took a sip of pumpkin juice "says we should all visit Hagrid soon. He lost Fang a month before term started."

Lily sobered up. "What?"

He repeated himself and Lily let a small tear run down her cheek.

"He seemed a bit down at the opening feast." Rose said thoughtfully. It was amazing that old hound had lived so long. He'd even been around when her parents went to school.

Lily was crying now. "Poor Hagrid," she began "poor Fang."

Rose put a comforting arm around the tiny girl as she sniffled and dried her eyes.

"Lily, it was just a dog!" James said, rolling his eyes.

Rose glared daggers at him, but Lily was already on her feet. That was thing about Lily. She may be the size of a cornish pixie, but she was as ferocious as a hungarian horntail.

"James Potter you are the most conceited asshole in the entire wizarding world!" she shouted, getting to her feet. "And I'd bet even in the muggle world they'd call you a prick, you unsympathetic idiot!"

Rose put her face in her hands as people started to turn their attention towards them. Her cousins seemed to always be the culprits of her distress.

"And I'm telling mum!" Lily hissed before leaving the hall looking very much like an angry porcelain doll.

James cleared his throat. The way he handed women was so like her own father that she couldn't help but grin. "So have you decided what you want yet?"

~.~

"Joy!"

She jumped at the sound of her name and Scorpius bit back the urge to turn away before she'd noticed him. Why was he doing this? He was Scorpius Malfoy! He didn't need Joy's bloody help to get her bestfriend! He could do it himself. He was Scorpius Malfoy. Rose should be chasing after him.

"Scorpius?"

He sighed, too late.

"Yes uh, I was wondering if," he swallowed hard "I was wondering if you could ask R-"

"Joy?"Rose's voice echoed loudly in the long corridor. She had been walking back to gryffindor tower when she noticed the two in the deserted hallway.

Scorpius thought about running, but decided against it. His face that had been so vulnerable just moments before was now back in it's usual calm, cool and collected graceful stare.

"Hello Rose." Joy smiled.

"What're you doing alone with Malfoy?" she asked in a way that one would politely ask a friend if they'd gone off their rocker.

"He was recommending a book to me. I should probably go check it out from the Library. It sounded rather," she paused nonchalantly looking between them "exciting."

"Okay I'll come with you." Rose said, not even bothering to say hello to Scorpius or acknowledge he existed other than to inquire after her friend's sanity.

Joy shook her head. "I was going to visit Conner on the way."

Rose got the point. Conner was Joy's seventh year boyfriend who required a lot of snogging. And she hated being a third wheel. "Alright, see you later?"

Joy nodded and gave one last knowing look at Scorpius before heading off to the fourth floor.

There was an awkward quiet for a while before he broke the silence.

"Well goodnight, I think I've had enough of you for one day, Weasley"

Rose looked taken aback. "Excuse me, Malfoy?

He turned around, his pale hair glistening in the torchlight. "Yes?"

She was about to shriek and hex him until he apologized for being such a git, but then she wondered: why was she angry? He was just being himself. Rose almost snarled. He was just stringing her along like he'd done to countless other girls. Those rumors were all a lie. He didn't like her and she definitely didn't like him and that was how it was supposed to be.

"Goodnight." She said begrudgingly trying for a smile.

He grinned slightly and took off down the hall, disappearing from view and leaving her alone with her forbidden thoughts.

Thanks for reading. I know it was short, the next chapter will be much longer. Remember to review!