Since the day they both were sorted in Ravenclaw, Scorpius has made it fairly obvious he lives to annoy Rose Weasley. It started with her hair and freckles, then her smarts, then her goody-goody attitude, her kiss up antics, and everything in between. He hated all the teams she loved, and loved all the classes she hated.
Everyone in the school knew they hated each other.
Yet, a few knew how they really felt.
Fred, the son of George, was one of those few people. He had watched the two, and often thought of their relationship as very similar to that of Ron and Hermione. He even made them kiss once on Christmas eve, in front of the whole entire family. Rose threatened to kill him for that one.
Albus, son of Harry and Ginny, also thought something was going on. He never said anything, just observed.
So, now it was Spring time at Hogwarts, and that meant prom for years 5-7 It was a semi-new tradition, and it was just like a muggle prom, only much easier. Rose couldn't wait, since she had so much fun last year. She had gone with friends., and this year eagerly awaited a boy to ask her. As the time drew nearer, and no one asked her, she was beginning to feel hopeless.
Rose had just finished her last lesson of the day, and was a little upset about still being dateless. She fell into one of the cozy, plaid blue chairs in the common room. She stared into the fire, thinking about how much she wanted a date, Scorpius in particular.
She attempted to shake that thought away, yet it was still lurking in the back of her mind.
That was when Albus burst in, shaking the whole room. How did he answer the question correctly? Gryffindors these days.
"Rose! I have a note for you!"
"From who!?"
"No name, just a note. Read it, read it!"
Go to your favorite place.
She took off for the library immediately.
There was a second note hanging on the door of the library.
Go get your favorite book.
Rose burst through the door, slightly worried about what could be going on. What if it was trap that lead to slytherins armed with broomsticks? They could all easily beat her petite frame down. She shuddered at the mental image of being hit with broomsticks, and walked toward the book Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them.
The cover of the book had a note on the front, of course, that read:
Turn to your favorite animal.
She quickly flipped to page 8, where the crup was. She owned a crup at home, named Latte. The note was on that page. Whoever had done think knew her very well.
Go to the spot of your first kiss.
Rose flushed, thinking of the Christmas ceremony where Fred made her kiss Scorpius, in front of everyone. She stumbled off for the great hall, the heels of her shoes clicking as she took off down the hall. She pushed opened the large doors, and ran to the third table on the left where the kiss had occurred. Sitting on the table was, of course, another note.
If I was in the mood for a good riddle, where might I get one?
"I started in the common room and now I have to back?" Rose asked herself, muttering a slew of curse words under her breath. She took the spiral staircase back up to her room, and reached for the doorknocker. She lifted it and let it fall with a satisfying clang.
"Rose Weasley, will you go to prom with me?"
"Huh?" She tilted her head, stumbling backwards slightly.
The door swung opened, and there was Scorpius, holding roses.
"You heard, Rose, just answer the bloody question!"
"Of course I will!"
With that, she ran into his arms, the roses fell from his hands as her lips crashed onto his.
Ta-Da! I'm actually kind of proud of this one! Should I write a companion about the Christmas kiss?
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