The ceiling of the Great Hall was starry and bright as the students sat chatting contently with their classmates. Albus was sitting between Lily and Roxanne, who were arguing about who was more handsome, Antony Wood or Jeremy Thomas.

"Wood has that adorable nose!" Lily argued heatedly. Roxanne frowned.

"What is a nose in comparison to Jeremy's spectacular brown eyes." She sighed. "They're like chocolate." All her frustration at Lily seemed to dissolve as she squealed excitedly, clapping her hands together. "Wouldn't it be spectacular if one of them asked us to the ball?"

At this Rose gave a derisive little snort, immerging from behind her book. "You heard McGonagal. It's seventh years only, and the only way to get in is if we're asked by an older student, and that's not going to happen." She rolled her eyes, disappearing behind her book again as she continued, her voice slightly muffled. "Besides, I don't see why you two are arguing about this. Ball's are no fun."

Lily was about to respond angrily when a tall figure appeared behind Rose. Annoyed at whoever was blocking her light, she turned around, scowling. The scowl dropped off her face, however, when she realized that it was the said boy himself, Jeremy Thomas. "Hi," he said softly, smiling his easy smile.

Rose cursed mentally as she felt her face heating up. "H-hello."

"I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Graduation Ball," he said, his voice like honey. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Me?" she asked disbelievingly.

"Her?" Lily and Roxanne shrieked, outraged. Jeremy chuckled deeply, eyeing the three girls with amusement.

"Yes, you, Rose. I think you're incredibly beautiful and I've never met a girl with more spunk."

Rose was ashamed to find herself giggling. "Yes, I'd love to be your date." She told him, nodding. His face split into a grin.

"Thank you, Rose," he lifted her hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles, then turned and walked back down the table to sit with his seventh year friends. Lily and Roxanne turned to stare bewildered at her.

"What was that?" Roxanne said loudly, looking flustered. "He...he just...and you...ugh!" She let out a scream of frustration and stomped out of the Great Hall, earning several confused stares. Lily looked back at Rose and shrugged. "Oh well, long as Antony's still free."

"You do realize that he's three years older than you, don't you, Lils?" Rose said skeptically. Before Lily could answer, Scorpius Malfoy dropped into Roxanne's vacated seat, eating a green apple.

"What is it with Malfoy's and green apples?" Rose asked him, raising her eyebrows. He disregarded this.

"What was that Thomas bloke talking to you about?" he asked suspiciously.

Rose blushed and Lily giggled. "He's asked her to the ball."

Scorpius looked at Lily, and then back at Rose frantically. "Well, what did she say?"

"No, of course," Albus said, scoffing. "Rose is way too good for that guy." The look on her face surprised him. "Wait, you did say no, didn't you?" She shook her head numbly, pushing her food around on her plate. Albus gasped dramatically. "You said yes?"

"She said yes?" Scorpius exclaimed with equal fury. The two boys glared heavily at her, and she felt a twinge of annoyance.

"What's it to you?" she spat, glaring down both of them. "I don't need your overprotective crap now, boys." They fell into a furious silence, their eyes narrowed in her direction. She ignored them as Lily spoke to her.

"I though you said that Ball's are no fun." She glared at the two boys, disgusted, as they sniggered pervertedly.

"Well, I thought so, but...but...Jeremy is disarmingly handsome," she snapped defensively. Scorpius groaned, and she looked at him.

"He's a git, and a player. You're way too good for him," he agreed with Albus. Rose's eyes narrowed into slits, and she stood up, face bright red.

"I don't think that's for you to judge, Malfoy," she hissed, and then she stormed out of the Great Hall, her long red hair dancing behind her. Scorpius jumped up and followed her quickly. She glanced at him as he fell into step with her.

"He's too old for you," Scorpius told her matter-of-factly. She laughed derisively.

"That's your argument? You disgust me. He's a seventh year. I'm a sixth year. We're only seven months apart! Dominiqe once dated a guy that was four years older than her. Besides, its not as if we're getting married." Scorpius flinched visibly at the word 'married.' But then his face contorted with anger again.

"He's the most sought-after guy in Hogwarts. Did you ever consider that maybe the only reason he asked is because you're the only girl in sixth year that he hasn't shagged?"

Rose's mouth dropped open. "Of course, because why would a guy ever actually like me for me? I"m not pretty enough, am I, Scorps?"

"That's not what I meant, Rosie," he said harshly, throwing her a dirty look.

"Don't call me Rosie," she ordered rather unreasonably. It was his turn to laugh, now.

"Don't call me Scorps."

She sighed heavily. "Why does this bother you so much, Scorpius? Are you...jealous?" He grunted indignantly, and she sighed. "Look, let's just...forget this, okay? I know you don't like him, but you have to trust me, and to know that I won't let myself get hurt."

Scorpius looked down at her face, which was set into a pout. He groaned. "Yeah...okay."

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him tentatively. "Okay. Good night, Scorpius."

He nodded. And it wasn't until she was around that corner that he said in an inaudible whisper, "Good night, Rosie."

A/N: Okay, so here's the first chapter of my first Rose and Scorpius fic. I love them so much, I can't help it! They're so incredibly oblivious to each other. I'm not sure how many chappies I'm gonna have, but obviously, this is the first.

Disclaimer: I don't own Scorpius, Rose, Albus, Lily, Roxanne or McGonagal. I do own Jeremy Thomas and Antony Wood, although the last names belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling-She's my bff

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