Author's Note: God, ideas come at the most inconvenient times, for me. Maybe about a month ago, I was in the middle of the shower when I got the idea for this story. So many different possible scenes popped into my head, dialogue and all, and it wasn't like I could hop straight out and put them to paper (or computer). Ugh! Anyway, I salvaged what I could remember into a document and started building from it, haha. I'm thinking that this should be a relatively short one, and it probably won't be updated as often as Turncoat, just because I don't care about it as much. (Yes, I play favorites.)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Harry Potter, nor do I own any portion of their world.

Chapter 1: Back to School

"So, what did your father tell you this afternoon, when you were boarding the train?"

"He said he loved me, and that—"

"No, after he shot me that dirty look."

"Oh, you wanted to know what he said about you, you mean?" she said innocently.

He sighed dramatically. "Of course."

She smiled and reached up to rest a hand on his cheek. "He told me to, and I quote, 'stay the bloody hell away from that foul git'."

He laughed. "And what did you say?"

"I told him that I'd stayed away from you for six years already, and a seventh would be absolutely no problem."

He turned his face toward her hand and kissed her palm. "What a little liar you are."

"Now, whose fault is that?"

"Hey, you can't blame it all on me. You were already a piece of work when we first met."

She shook her head. "You really bring out the worst in me."

He grinned. "The worst in your opinion is the best in mine," he murmured.

He shifted forward to kiss her, and her eyes fluttered shut.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"Good lord, don't say that. It sounds like a lie, coming out of your mouth."

"That hurts my feelings, dove."

Instead of replying, she pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.

Then someone knocked on the door.

"Rose? Is someone in there with you?"

She broke their kiss, looking at the door in alarm. "Oh god, it's Albus," she hissed.

He didn't seem to be paying attention—his mouth traveled down her neck and to her collarbone, where he nipped at her playfully.

"Stop that," she whispered. "Did you need something, Albus?" she called out.

His mouth traveled farther down and latched onto one of her breasts, and she bit back a moan, arching into him.

"I just thought I heard something."

Her head fell back as he continued to lavish attention upon her breasts, and her mouth fell open as she gasped for air.

"Please," she whispered achingly, but she now wasn't sure whether she was begging to stop or to continue.

"Rose?"

Goddamn it. If she just went to the door and showed him that she was fine, he would leave them alone.

With great effort she shoved Scorpius onto his back, straddling his hips. He smirked like the devil, and she realized too late that she was positioned above his rock-hard length. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still, and he thrust upward once, hard.

"Oh gods, yes!"

Then she clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide.

"Rose… who's in there with you? If you don't answer me right now, I'm coming in."

"Oh fuck, just let him come in," the fair blond whispered from beneath her.

"Albus, please don't," she said in a strained voice. "This is so embarrassing…"

"Oh. S—sorry, Rose. I'll see you tomorrow morning, all right?"

Scorpius flipped her onto her back and pulled out before thrusting back in. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and he plunged his tongue into the opening, stroking her tongue.

She turned her head away. "Yes, Albus," she said a little breathlessly. "Tomorrow—"

She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning as Scorpius began pumping in and out of her. She gripped his shoulders and stared up into his eyes, trying to tell him with a look that she was going to get him back for this.

He only smirked and lowered his head to kiss her lips, never stopping the rapid motion of his hips.

"Did you have a late night last night, Rose? You're awfully late for breakfast, for the first day of school."

She shrugged. "Yeah, I was getting settled in the new room, and I lost track of time."

"Ah yes, the Head Dormitories," Nadine said. "You and Albus are going to have a great time this year, aren't you?" she added, winking.

Rose gave her best friend a light shove. "Don't joke around like that. I won't speak to you anymore if you keep it up," she said, smiling.

Then someone took the seat across from them, and Rose looked up to see Albus.

"Speak of the devil," she said to Nadine, grinning.

"What are you two conspiring about?" Albus asked.

"Conspiring?" Nadine repeated. Her hand flew to her chest, and a look of mock horror took over her features. "We would never."

Albus chuckled. "Good morning, girls," he said.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Nadine asked. "Rose here apparently didn't get much sleep." Then she frowned. "And why are you so late?"

"I slept very well, thank you. And I ran into a few first years who threw Dungbombs in the corridor, so I had to deal with them," Albus responded.

"Wow, causing trouble already? Class hasn't even officially begun," Rose commented.

Albus shrugged. "You were quite a troublemaker yourself," he said. "I'm surprised that Professor McGonagall still chose you to be Head Girl."

"I do have a leg up," Rose admitted. "It doesn't hurt to be Hermione Granger's daughter."

Nadine sighed. "The only cool thing about my parents is that they live above the Leaky Cauldron," she said.

She received a light tap on her head from behind, and she turned around, ready to give hell to whoever dared disrupt her breakfast. But upon seeing the perpetrator, she stopped short, and Rose turned around, interested.

Professor Longbottom stood behind their bench, an amused look on his face.

"I'm disappointed that you can't think of anything better about your parents, Nadine," he said.

"Well, I don't have the same passion for Herbology that you do, Dad," she replied, rolling her eyes.

Professor Longbottom laughed at that and continued on his way toward the professors' table.

"I like your dad," Albus said. "He's one of the better professors here, in my opinion."

Nadine's response made Albus laugh, so Rose chuckled along with him, but she didn't hear what Nadine said—a certain blond across the hall had caught her eye and was throwing her a seductive look that was making her feel uncomfortably hot.

"Rose?"

She tore her gaze away from those heated silvery eyes and looked at Albus. "Yes?" she said.

"Are you back on Earth?" he asked.

She reached across the table to punch his shoulder. "Shut up."

Nadine laughed. "You caught her fantasizing about her ideal lover," she teased.

"Nadine, shut up!"

"The more she protests, the more you know it's true," Nadine told Albus. "So what's this one like? Is he tall, dark and handsome?"

Rose sighed and decided to go along with it. "Aren't they all?"

"Ooh," said Nadine. "Did he have dark hair and bright green—"

"Nadine, don't," Albus said, cutting her off.

"Seriously, Nadine. We're cousins. It's not going to happen," Rose said.

"Ugh, but you two would make such cute babies," Nadine said.

"Okay, I've officially lost my appetite."

"Hey, am I that repulsive?" said Albus, looking mock-hurt.

"Oh come on, Albus. It'd practically be incest."

"Cousins get married all the time," Nadine pointed out.

Rose rolled her eyes and got up.

"Hey, you're not leaving already, are you? You barely ate anything," Nadine said. "I promise I won't keep talking about that."

"I'll catch up with you guys in class—Transfiguration is first this morning, right?"

She left without waiting for a response—she'd noticed Scorpius' disappearance from the Slytherin table and knew that he'd be waiting for her to join him.

But as soon as she left the Great Hall, a hand closed around her wrist, and she looked back and saw that familiar pair of bright, green eyes.

"What's wrong, Rose?" Albus asked. "I've hardly gotten two words in with you since we got back to Hogwarts."

"It's not as though we didn't see each other over summer break," Rose replied with a smile. "I'm surprised you aren't sick of me already."

"How could I get sick of you?"

She shrugged. "Did you need something?"

"I just… felt like you were avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you," Rose said.

She was beginning to feel impatient—Scorpius was waiting…

"Who was in your room last night?" he asked.

Oh, fuck.

Rose bit her lip. "I um… this is really embarrassing, Albus. I'd really rather not talk about it."

He frowned. "Well, if you're going to have people over, it's something we should talk about. You don't have to mention names, I guess."

"I was alone," she lied.

"Oh," said Albus, cheeks reddening.

"Exactly."

She figured he'd believe that her mortification was due to having been caught masturbating—it'd be much easier to explain that way. She knew that he'd never tattle to their parents about her activities at school, but she knew he hated covering things up; he was very straightforward with his parents.

Not that Rose was a terrible child. She just… didn't mind white lies, every now and then. And perhaps a few not-so-white lies…

"Weasley!"

Oh god, the mere sound of his voice turned her on…

"Ah, Head Girl Weasley," he said, grinning as he stepped over to them.

She turned to face the beautiful blond. "Hello, Malfoy."

"Potter," Scorpius said, nodding in Albus' direction.

"Malfoy," Albus acknowledged, instinctively drawing himself up to his full height so that he could see eye-to-eye with Scorpius.

"Hope you packed your mother's brains and brought them back to school with you this year. I'm gonna give you a run for your money," Scorpius said to Rose.

She smiled. "What, is this supposed to be your scare tactic? Is it going as well as you thought it would?"

He grinned. "Scare tactic? Oh, I wouldn't. It's all friendly competition."

"Are you two still taking all the same classes?" Albus asked.

She looked at Scorpius. "He's always copying me."

"Psh, as though I would stoop so low as to copy a Weasley."

"Hey," Albus said. "Don't say that. I can take points from you."

"For what, talking?" Scorpius said. He rolled his eyes. "It's all in good fun. I don't get offended when Weasley insults me, do I?"

She smiled. "Of course you get offended, you bigheaded—"

Albus cleared his throat to cut her off. "Malfoy, where were you off to?"

Scorpius shrugged. "I don't have to report to you."

"Actually, I'm Head Boy, so you do."

"Go complain to McGonagall, then," Scorpius said. "I don't have to tell you where I'm going."

He strolled past Rose and Albus toward the huge doors that led out of the castle. He glanced at Rose as he walked by her, and they shared the briefest of moments before he passed by. Then he was gone, and Rose turned to watch as the door fell shut again.

Albus had just ruined another opportunity, hadn't he?

He'd thwarted—albeit unintentionally—so many of their attempts to meet up all through last year, and from the looks of things, it seemed like this year wouldn't be too different. Rose fought the urge to sigh.

"Are you sure you're not hungry, Rose?" Albus asked.

She nodded. "I'm sure. You've hardly eaten at all, though—you should go back in there."

"All right, then. See you in class."

"Bye," said Rose.

Albus disappeared back into the Great Hall, and Rose paused, conflicted. Should she follow Scorpius out onto the grounds? Maybe they'd have a bit of time alone… but they'd never tried meeting outside because it'd be too easy to get caught—on most of the grounds, they'd be in plain sight of the castle.

And the Forbidden Forest was just too creepy for Rose. Her father had told her enough about those giant spiders to keep her from ever wanting to set foot in those trees.

But she wanted him so badly…

She sighed and started walking in the direction of the library, but before she'd gotten three steps, she spun on her heel and rushed through the exit. He was nowhere to be seen.

"I almost thought you weren't coming," he said from behind her, and she turned to see that he'd been leaning against the wall by the door.

"I almost didn't come," she replied.

"Glad you did, then," he said, stepping toward her.

"People can see us here," Rose pointed out a bit nervously.

"Makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it?" he said.

Then he reached her and bent his head down to kiss her lips. Gods, he was such an amazing kisser. She reached her hands up and tangled them in his hair, holding him close to her.

He suddenly pulled away and backed up a step, and her eyes popped open. Before she had time to speak, the giant doors swung open.

"There you are, Scor."

Scorpius turned his head in the direction of the doors, and Rose reluctantly did so as well. Illianne Nott, a seventh year Slytherin, stood in the entrance, looking suspiciously between the two of them.

"Illianne," Scorpius said, nodding to acknowledge her.

"I was looking for you," she said. "What are you doing out here with… her?"

"I have a name," Rose said. "And why can't darling Scor be out here with me? It's not my fault he thinks I'm beautiful."

"Don't kid yourself," Scorpius scoffed. "As if I could fall for your… average appearance."

"Oh, it doesn't matter," Illianne said, tossing her hair back. "Come with me, Scor."

"We'll finish this later, Weasley," Scorpius said to Rose.

He started moving back into the castle, and Illianne turned away to open the doors. Rose reached out to touch his cheek, holding his face in place for just a moment longer. Their eyes burned into each other for a heartbeat, and then he turned away.

Rose turned away as the large doors slammed shut and heaved a sigh. Oh, how she wished she could kiss him, or even just hold hands with him, in public.

But then word would get around about a Gryffindor dating a Slytherin. It'd be made even more interesting because of their backgrounds—he came from a family of former Death Eaters, while she was born to a couple who had helped to destroy the Dark Lord.

And once word got out and her father found out, he would probably strangle her. No, that wasn't quite right. First, he'd take it out on Scorpius, and he'd probably use it as an excuse to attack his father, too. And then he would come home to wring her neck.

She sighed and reentered the castle. She didn't particularly feel like going back into the Great Hall, so she reluctantly headed upstairs to wait for class to start.

Bloody hell, girls could be so fucking annoying.

How long could they go on, just talking like this? He already hadn't responded for over three minutes, but she was still talking to him. Couldn't she take a hint?

"Illianne," he said, interrupting her.

"Yes?" she said, looking up at him.

"I didn't hear a single word you just said."

Hmm, perhaps that had been a bit too blunt. Her eyes began to well up, and her cheeks reddened. Yes, definitely too blunt.

"Sorry," he said, but he knew he didn't sound sincere.

They stood there for a long moment, and he turned his eyes away, looking at the dusty desks that surrounded them. When was she going to finish staring? He wished that he could use class as an excuse, but they both had Transfiguration first that morning, so there was no way for him to duck out.

Finally, she spoke.

"I don't understand, Scor."

When she didn't elaborate, he sighed and asked, "What don't you understand?"

"You're so aloof," she said. "Just a few weeks ago, we were talking like normal, weren't we? What happened?"

Well, he couldn't tell her the truth. He couldn't say that she was his distraction over the summer, that he only spent time with her because he wanted someone to be near him, and Rose was out of the question.

And unfortunately, it was way too early in the school year to cite stress as a factor. But then again, it was way too early in the year for her to begin accusing him of ignoring her. He could go with that.

"Just because I'm bored of one conversation doesn't mean I'm aloof, or that I've changed," he said. "It hasn't even been a day since we got back to Hogwarts, and you're already making it seem like I've been ignoring you or something."

She frowned. "I guess that makes sense," she conceded. "But you didn't zone out like this over the summer."

"Of course I didn't. Summers are boring, and there's nothing better to do than talk about shit," Scorpius said nonchalantly. "Once we get back to Hogwarts, life gets interesting again, and I don't like spending so much time talking about… nonsense."

She glared at him.

Too blunt, again.

"Scorpius Malfoy, did you just say that I was talking about nonsense?" she nearly screeched.

"Watch it, Illianne. If you screw up my hearing, I'll blind you."

"What's wrong with you?" she demanded. "You're being so mean."

He shrugged. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not in a very good mood today."

"But it's the first day of school. There's not much that can have happened to piss you off," she said.

"Well, this conversation is getting annoying," Scorpius said. "And don't get all offended again, will you? It's just tiring to have to listen to you whine. I'm only telling the truth."

"I—"

He cocked his head to the side and put on a thoughtful face as he continued, ignoring her, "You know, I remember a conversation we had this summer in which you told me that the thing you liked the most about talking to me was the fact that I was so honest."

She was glaring at him again, but it didn't really bother him.

"So why are you so upset that I'm being honest now?" he finished.

"You have no tact at all, Scor."

"Would you prefer an outright lie, then?"

She glared at him for a moment longer before stamping her foot once and letting out an exasperated shout. He winced exaggeratedly and lifted his right hand to point at his ear.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way. I won't bother you," Illianne said furiously.

Then she stormed out of the room.

He supposed he didn't have to treat her that way—it wasn't as though she was a terrible person. He was just tired of listening to her babble on about the same things.

Illianne spent a ridiculous amount of time talking to him about his mate, Apollo. But he knew that it was just an act. She was attempting to pique Scorpius' interest in her by pretending to be interested in someone else. Yeah, that would never work. Not in a million years.

Scorpius exited the room and headed upstairs for class, aware that it wouldn't be starting for another twenty minutes, more or less.

When he reached the room, he pushed the door open and found that the room was empty except for a redhead sitting in the front row. She turned her head when she heard the door open, and as soon as her eyes met his, he felt his blood begin to boil.

How could a girl affect him so much?

He moved toward her desk, and she stood up, smiling.

"I see you got away from Nott," she said.

"Yeah, thank fucking Merlin," Scorpius replied.

He pulled her into a short hug before backing up slightly and leaning down to kiss her. He'd never been big on kissing in the past, but kissing Rose was something he could never pass up.

She nipped at his lip playfully, and he felt himself heat up all over. Damn, didn't she know that that was going to make him want to fuck her right then and there? Of course she did.

He gripped her hips and pulled her lower body tight up against him so that she'd be able to feel his arousal, and then he thrust his hips a few times suggestively. She moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss, twisting her fingers into his hair to keep his head in place.

Oh, this was bad. Someone could walk in at any moment.

But he didn't even care, as long as he could have her. He imagined what Albus Potter's face would look like if he walked in on his crush shagging his biggest rival in school.

Then the door creaked, and they sprung apart.

Scorpius crashed into the desk behind him, knocking it over, but he was able to catch his balance and avoid a clumsy fall. He spun to look at the newcomer and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Apollo was standing in the doorway. But relief quickly faded to annoyance as he took in the amused expression on his mate's face.

The git had known that he was interrupting.

"Z—Zabini," Rose squeaked.

Apollo chuckled. "You look a wee bit flushed, Weasley," he said as he entered the room and shut the door.

"Knock it off, mate," Scorpius said as he righted the desk behind him. Then he reached out and took Rose's hand, and her eyes widened as she looked between him and Apollo.

"I know already," Apollo said, walking over to them.

Rose looked at Scorpius, furious. "I thought we agreed not to tell anyone."

"I didn't tell him anything," Scorpius said. "He guessed it. It's impossible for us to hide things from each other. You know that already. It's a miracle that we lasted through all of last year without him figuring it out."

"Not all of last year," Apollo pointed out. "I found out near the end of last term."

"How?" Rose asked.

Apollo shrugged. "Does it matter? You two are wasting time, aren't you? You could be snogging."

Scorpius lunged at Apollo, but his mate had been expecting the blow and was able to duck out of the way in time. What he didn't expect was the solid punch he would receive from Rose.

Scorpius laughed aloud at the stunned expression on his mate's face.

"I fucking love you, Rose," he said.

Her eyes flitted to his face, and he remembered what she'd said when he last told her he loved her. She hadn't believed him, and apparently she still didn't. But he could tell that she was trying her best to hold back a smile.

"As you should," she replied, lifting her chin.

He grinned and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Oh, you two lovebirds," Apollo teased.

"Hey, haven't you learned anything?" Rose said, lifting her fist in a mock threat.

"Yeah, I have. I've learned that I'll have to dodge two blows instead of one."

Rose laughed and stepped closer to Scorpius. She lifted herself up on tiptoe and gave him a long, wet kiss that made his mind go blank for a moment. When she pulled away, he opened his eyes, slightly disoriented and extremely disappointed at the loss of contact.

"I've wanted so badly to be able to do that in front of someone," she said.

"Damn, Scor, are you lucky," Apollo said, grinning.

Scorpius ignored his friend in favor of stealing another quick kiss from his redhead. He pressed his forehead against hers and wished they could miss class to spend the next two hours alone.

"You should go to your seat," Rose murmured.

"Mm… I know. Meet me after class?"

"We'll only have ten minutes before Double Potions," Rose said.

"Your point is?" Scorpius said.

Apollo chuckled, and Scorpius grinned as Rose's cheeks flushed.

"Embarrassed?" Scorpius teased.

Her eyes turned to Apollo. "I'm just not used to having anyone else know about us."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm trying my best not to eavesdrop," said Apollo, winking.

"Enough of that snark—shut up," Scorpius said.

Apollo took a seat at his usual desk, leaned back in his chair, and propped his legs up.

"Meet me," Scorpius said.

Rose sighed, and Scorpius knew that he'd won.

"Fine," she said.

"Great," he said, grinning. "Until then…"

Without warning, he reached down and hitched her leg around his waist. She grabbed onto his shoulders to stay steady, eyes wide with surprise. He thrust his hips a few times, making sure to press the bulge in his pants right up against the place that would affect her the most. She moaned and reached for him, but he released her and backed up a step, smirking.

She sat back down in her seat, eyes fixed on him. "I'll get you back for that."

He picked his bag up and sauntered toward his seat in the back row just as the door opened to let Helena Davies, a Ravenclaw, into the room. Scorpius dropped into the seat next to Apollo and leaned back, feeling very satisfied with himself.

He watched as Rose squirmed a bit in her seat and knew that she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about him for the next two hours. Success.

"You're looking mighty smug, aren't you?" Apollo commented.

"Shut up, mate."

Author's Note: By the way, I'm completely aware that the title of this story is pretty bad. I just couldn't come up with anything else. Lack of creative juice this morning? Definitely.