Hi guys! So I got this idea while I was petting my cat. Thought you should know that. LOL but I was thinking in most other Scorose fics Scorp is all cool and suave and Rose is freaking out so what if Scorp was like freaking out? LOL so enjoy. They're in 6th year, Al and Scorp are in Slytherin, Rose is in Gryffindor.

Disclaimer: If I owned it... then well. Neville and Luna would be together for one...

Happy Readin'!

There are a few things that certainly don't happen to Malfoys. Like for instance, bad hair days, which is more than I can say for my best friend and local resident Potter, Albus. Albus Severus that is, which I can never stop teasing him about, which does earn me quite a few nasty glares from the portrait of Severus Snape in Professor McGonagall's office but what can I say, the look on Potter's bespecled face is priceless. And most definitly worth it.

Another example is getting a date for whatever sort of party, ball, gala, Hogsmeade day, random walk down a hallway, life shoots my way. There is always one girl, some sort of attractive vivacious beauty pinning over the endless bounty of wealth, charisma, suggestive witty comments that come with dating a Malfoy... not to mention my incredible good looks. Not to be immodest or anything, but I am quite the catch.

Another circumstance would be getting nervous, whether it be for the final quidditch match of the season, the History of Magic O.W.L because you may or may not have slept through the entire 5 years you had the class, or maybe it was asking out the most amazing girl that has ever walked the face of the earth, the bloody girl who has been haunting your wildest dreams with her gorgeous fiery red hair and deep, warm chocolaty eyes out to the Christmas Ball.

So you see, Malfoy's never get nervous. Which is exactly why right now, I am dreaming. I am dreaming a horrid nightmare that I can never wake up from.

"Oi! Scorp mate, why in the name of Merlin's most baggy Y fronts do you keep bloody pinching yourself for," Albus scowled at me running his hand through his disheveled hair making it thoroughly more disheveled.

"I, am trying to convince myself that this is a bad dream and that you just convinced me to have a little bit too much firewhiskey at that party of yours last night, which is why, no matter how bloody hard I try, I refuse to wake up," I muttered darkly rolling my eyes in his direction.

A mischevious grin springs onto his face and he smirks at me, "It was one hell of a party, you have to admit,"

"That what I have to admit to all your parties, which is quite a lot to be frank. You take the slightest little thing and turn it into an event to have a party for," I sigh but smile with my best friend, they are fantastic parties, but don't tell Potter, it'll inflate his already too huge ego even more. I'm afraid I'll have to clean up the mess when his head explodes.

Yes, I was aware of the hypocrisy of the previous statement, and no, I really don't care.

I lay back and stretch on the soft grass. Everything is so much better at Hogwarts, the food tastier, the grass greener, the girls so much more alluring. Albus and I were splayed underneath a large oak tree that sat on a hill overlooking the lake, our usual haunt for lazy saturday afternoons when we either had no homework, or just felt like not doing it. These days, it ususally was the later. It was a great spot, high enough that you could see the surrounding area, but not too steep, so it wasn't too hard to walk up. Plus it gave a great view of the shallow edge, where in the warmer months girls liked to sunbathe.

"Peeves learning how to juggle three of Professor Trewlany's crystal balls, while pelting Mrs. Norris with bits of chalk, while singing an edited version of 'Weasley is our King' is quite an accomplishment. Have you ever tried it?" Albus said indignantly sniffing at me.

"No, or else you would have been standing there laughing that stupid Potter head off," I said shoving his shoulder playfully.

He shoved me back, "You know you love the hair," he added with a flirty wink.

"You're mental, and sick," I muttered edging away from him a foot. He laughed but then straightened suddenly and pointed at a group of feminine figures who were giggling by the water front. "There she is Scorp, it's showtime mate," he slapped my shoulder.

Just looking at her made my heart speed up and goosebumps spread like wildfire over my arms. I swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Holy Harpies I can not do this," I said grabbing my face in my hands.

"It's okay to be nervous Scorp..." Albus started.

"I am not nervous," I snapped. Malfoy's never get nervous, so this feeling that I'm getting, the reason my hands are all clammy and I'm starting to sweat even though it's only 75 degrees out is definitly not nerves. It most definitly can not be nerves because I am a Malfoy and Malfoy's absolutly do not get nervous, especially about asking a girl out. Aw, who the hell am I kidding, my best friend is a Potter and I'm head over heels for a Weasley. I've already broke the two biggest rules of being a Malfoy. Bloody hell... I'm nervous.

"Okay fine, I'm nervous, are you bloody happy now?" I nearly shouted back.

Al smirked at me, "Calm down mate, okay," he suddenly got serious. He grabbed my shoulders and shook hard. "You got this. Now go get her," he said shoving me down the hill. As a result I stumbled but regained my footing quickly. I took a step toward her.

It's now or never mate, you got this.

Another step.

She's just a girl.

Another step.

But she's not just any girl, she's the girl.

Another step.

The most amazing, invigorating, beautiful, smartest girl on the entire planet...

Another step.

Who thinks of you just as a friend.

10 steps sprinting to get back to Albus.

"I can't do it, bloody hell I can't do this Albus," I said panting my gray eyes wide.

To Al's everlasting credit he didn't laugh at me, or even give me an amused smirk. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"Do you know who you are?"

"Yes.."

"Who are you?"

"Scorpius Malfoy,"

"Right, you are THE Scorpius Malfoy and do you know what people say about THE Scorpius Malfoy?"

"No..."

"They say that he's the coolest guy in school. He's got good hair, he's smart, he's an excellent quidditch player, and he's a prefect. And you know what they also say? They say he can get any girl, because what kind of girl wouldn't want someone like the bloody Sex God of Slytherin," he paused and continued.

"WHAT KIND OF GIRL WOULD REFUSE TO GO OUT WITH THE BLOODY SEX GOD OF SLYTHERIN!"

"No..no girl?"

"Exactly, so what are you so bloody worried about?"

"Nothing?"

"You know for someone who's supposed to be top of the year, you're not very bright..."

"Shut it Potter,"

"That's the Scorpius I know," Al smiled at me and good-naturedly ruffled my hair. I instantly flinched.

"Oi! What's your problem. Do you know how long it took me to do that this morning?" I muttered carefully brushing my platinum blonde locks back into place.

Al rolled his eyes, "Yes, I was there remember..."

"Okay, hair?" I asked.

"Sexily side-swept" Al responded.

"Teeth?"

"Pearly white,"

"Robes?"

"The height of fashion,"

"Face?"

"Two eyes, sharp nose, lips, pointy chin, nothing seems to be missing,"

"Seductive smirk?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know. I don't find you attractive,"

"You know you do Al, I'm the Sex God of Slytherin,"

"Ego, as big as it always is,"

"Shut it Al,"

Al laughed, "Alright mate, now get out there and seduce my cousin," he slapped my shoulder and shoved me down the hill again, this time harder so I landed at the bottom of the hill with a loud 'oof' sort of sound.

"Scorp, Scorpius are you alright?" I look up to see Rose looking down at me with a concerned expression while her friends giggled behind her.

"I'm bloody fantastic," I muttered getting up and dusting myself off. I shoot a glare up at Albus who is pretending to be engrossed in his History of Magic notes, yeah, like anyone could be engrossed in History of Magic notes.

"Er... erm..." now that I'm here, with Rose everything I had been planning on saying was wiped clean out of my head and replaced by thoughts and memories of her. Her, Al and I laughing on our first train ride to Hogwarts, me and her giggling after finding Al and a Hufflepuff out of bed snogging during one of our prefect rounds, her face, her beautiful face, the first time I saw her in a dress...

"Scorp? Are you sure you're okay? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" I snapped out of my head.

"No.. no I'm fine, yeah I'm fine, totally fine, completely fine, why would you say otherwise hm?" I said scratching my head and leaning to one side, as if to lean on a tree or something. Only problem was, there was no tree. I swear could Al howl any louder?

Rose looked at me expectantly. I racked my brains, how had I done this before? And why the bloody hell did it need to be so hard now?

"Er... erm, could I have a word, alone?" I stuttered out. The giggling group behind her broke out into even louder giggles. I could feel heat rising up to my cheeks.

"Sure... do you guys mind?" Rose said turning to her friends. They nodded at her, still giggling and walked a few paces off, still watching, and giggling.

"So..."

"Soooooo," she said reaching up and brushing the top of my head. A few crisp leaves fell out. I could feel my heart pounding even faster at her touch. I swear if it were possible I would burst into flames right at this moment. Wait, I'm a wizard, it is possible... damn.

"Erm, well you see I just, wanted to know... er," I stuttered.

"I didn't quite catch that..." she said raising an eyebrow at me.

I gave up trying not to look like a fool. I was tired of it. Right in front of me was this girl, who I am completely obsessed with and I can't tell her how I feel. I took a deep breath.

"Rose Weasley I think you're the most gorgeous, beautiful, intelligent, smart, funny girl on the planet and I really like you, actually I don't even think that like would suit, I think more of obsess or adore or maybe even love. God, I love you Rose Weasley I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in the entire world, but you probably shouldn't mention that part to my mother, but I love you. And I would be quite honored if you would allow me to take you to the Christmas Ball next Saturday night, but if you think that's too much too fast then we could just go to Hogsmeade together... but only if you want because if you don't that's fine I mean we could just pretend that this never happen and obliviate Al so he doesn't torture me with this for the rest of my puny existence even though life would be horrible without you in it, but if you don't like me back then I guess that we can still be friends... if you want, but if you don't that's absolutely fine but it would really suck because I really do love you Rose Weasley and I-"

I was cut off by soft lips on mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck, threading themselves into my hair. After a shocked instant I wrapped my arms around her petite waist and pulled her closer to me, so our bodies were flush against each other. I could hear Al wolf-whistling in the distance and the sound of girls shrieking but it didn't matter. I was kissing Rose Weasley and it was the best think I've ever done.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

"I think I've got a clue," I chuckled back and kissed her tenderly on the neck.

"Oi! Love birds," I broke off from kissing Rose to see Al jogging up to us that horribly mischievious grin plastered on his face.

"Congrats and all, I mean finally. Now we don't have to walk around with all that sexual tension you two had bottled up eh," he said knocking my shoulder playfuly.

"Bugger off Potter, I'm busy," I said shoving his face away and pulling Rose against me again.

"Okay, you can get on with that but I think you should probably look up there first," he said pointing to the highest window of a tower.

In it you could clearly see two faces, one with ginger hair and freckles and the other with platinum blonde and a tell-tale pointed chin.

"Oh hell no Albus," I said at the same time that Rose said, "You didn't,"

He just smiled and took off in a full sprint. "I NOW COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND WHY YOU GOT SLYTHERIN YOU CONNIVING LITTLE GIT!" I yelled starting to take off after him but then a small hand caught hold of my wrist.

"We can get him later, I just want to spend my time doing something worth while before my life is ended by my father, don't you agree?" she said wrapping her arms around me again.

"And what would ma'lady like to do then?" I said all my brilliant Malfoy seductivity rushing back to me.

"I think you can guess," she said standing on her toes to kiss me again.

Upstairs in the Headmistress' office two men's expressions turned from shock to horror as they watched the scene unfold on the grounds below, one of them a ginger, the other a platinum blonde.

"There is no way that this is happening," the ginger said slowly.

"For once I agree with you Weasley," the other man said just as much in shock.

Because this... this is something that did not happen to a Malfoy, though one could argue that Scorpius really didn't care.

I hope Al wasn't too OOC... I mean I guess I kinda see James coming out of him a little in this one xD

Tell me if you liked it. If someone wants I could start a series of things that shouldn't happen to a Malfoy. It could be fun. Lemme know. Review!