Well, I have no idea about this. This is my first story, and I'd really like to hear feedback about this, otherwise, I'll slack off. ^^

After this chapter, it will be longer, and it will alternate between Scorpius' and Rose's POV. Mostly Rose's though.

Thank you for reading and Please Review!

" Hey, Weasley! Pay attention! I know you're obviously mesmerized by my obvious charisma and dazzling char – ow!" A chunk of who-knew-what flew to hit the owner of the voice in the head, effectively cutting off his voice.

That voice was irritating as hell, Rose Weasley mentally growled.

"Of course I can see that, as the size of your head indicates that your ego isn't suffering much. I would be afraid that your head would topple over any minute, if I wasn't certain that the only thing in it was fluff." Rose snapped.

"Ummm, well, you might want to listen to me, since I think-"

"Malfoy, if I cared what you think, I wouldn't talk at all, just to hear your snooty voice."

Scorpius Malfoy merely smirked, and stood up, walking well away from their lab table. Rose huffed, pissed off that he was making a show of himself, and turned to face the opposite direction of where he was standing.

"Well, I was just going to point out that you weren't paying attention, and I'm afraid that the potion is a bit-" he called, just as a loud watery popping sound was heard throughout the dungeon, followed by a surprised gasp from Rose. Heads around the dungeon, along with Professor Slughorn's, whipped around to see the source.

Rose had turned back to the potion just in time for the instant Nausea potion they had been brewing to hit her full on in the face.

"-unstable, and might splatter at any moment." Scorpius finished, his smirk growing wider. "But of course you already know that, don't you Weasley."

Rose turned to him, glaring. "You little-" was all she got out before she fell of her stool, head spinning. She dry-heaved, thankful that she had not yet eaten, and glared once again at Scorpius. He now had a worried look on his face, though the some of the amusement was still on his face. That jerk!

She tried to get up, attempting to maintain at least one small shred of dignity, and failed miserably.

Slughorn, watching them from the front, stood up and laughed, the sound rolling through the room, and echoing off the walls. This only served to anger Rose even more, who was still on the floor, but now with a skull-splitting headache along with the retching, the dizziness, and her inability to get up.

"Well, seems like something went wrong back there, eh Miss Welksie?" Slughorn waited for a reply, but then realized that she could not answer, seeing as she was still having trouble breathing.

Scorpius chose that time to chime in. "Professor Slughorn, sir, I think she'll be fine, as soon as you give her the antidote to it." At this, Rose began shuddering, still trying her best to glare at Scorpius and put the fear of the Weasley women into him.

"Well, about that," Slughorn started.

"I would give you an antidote to it, but I don't have any on hand, as Mister Dilliams here," Slughorn waved a hand, and grinned, "had bumped into the whole rack of my prepared antidotes in the beginning of class, and it is gone. So I am afraid, Miss Wilsa, that you will have to go to the Hospital Wing, and have Madam Pomfrey take care of you."

Rose looked at him in disbelief, silently conveying with her eyes, what he had forgotten.

"Oh yes, of course!" Slughorn spoke. "Someone must go with you."

His eyes looked around, passing over the students in their seats, along with an eager looking Albus Potter, and stopped, finally resting on her Potions partner, Scorpius Malfoy.

"Mister Matthews, would you please be so kind as to escort Miss Wilmer to the Hospital Wing?" Slughorn asked.

"Of course I will, sir." Scorpius answered with a smile.

"Excellent!" Slughorn sat back down, and clapped his hands together.

"Since your potion is ruined now, and you still have not finished, you both shall come back in one week, at 7 pm to redo your potion." Slughorn announced. "Now run along, Miss Weavil should go down to Hospital Wing as soon as possible."

He turned back to the class, and spoke. "Those of you, my students, who do not finish this by the end of class, shall complete a 10-inch essay on the effects, possible complications, and the proper procedure of brewing the considerably more complicated antidote." Those who had been slacking off, which had been close to the whole class, groaned and renewed their interest in their potions, furiously adding and stirring to get away from the possibility of 10-inches more homework.

Now, Scorpius had finally walked over to Rose after snatching their bags off of the table. He pulled her up, wrapping an arm around her torso. Rose groaned. If she knew Hogwarts, this little incident would be across the whole school by lunch. Hugo, her younger brother, would probably hear it, and by Weasley family law, her parents, along with the rest of her family, would know that she had had a potion backfire on her, ruined it in the process, and was carried out of class by none other than Scorpius Malfoy.

Could this get any worse?

Suddenly, Scorpius staggered, (Sorry Weasley.) and Rose ended up slumped on the floor. She just knew that her skirt had flipped over, revealing her purple underwear. At that time, the students began filing out of the classrooms and into the hall.

He probably did it on purpose, the git.

Rose Weasley absolutely hated her life.

But she hated Scorpius Malfoy more.

I promise that the chapters will be longer, but the life of this one depends on your reactions.

Again, please review! Or else *pulls out knife* I'll make myself cry!