"Stupid red necked git," Rose mumbled to herself as she was jolted to the ground with a thump. Smiling his famous smirk, Scorpius Malfoy flashed his teeth at her menacingly before turning the corner. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Rose plucked her bag off the floor and took at a run for the potions room. Trust Malfoy to make her late to her worst subject.
Sliding into the room as quietly as she could, Rose snuck to her chair, which was conveniently right near the door, before Professor Dellus could catch her.
"Right now, seeing as it is the start of the year, we will be doing something simple, because I'm sure that none of you bothered to practise at all during the holidays. Am I right?" Nobody answered the sneering, foul witch that stool before the class. Professor Dellus was by far the worst and most hated teacher at Hogwarts. Believing that potions was the best and most useful subject in the school, Dellus took teaching to a new level, pushing for harder tests, longer essays and nearly impossible O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's.
She grinned at the class with fake fondness, showing her cracked and yellow teeth that almost matched the straw like bush of hair that was piled on top of her head. "Everyone will be working in partners to create a batch of any type of potion through-out your book. But," Dellus cut short the buzz of voices that were flooding the room, trying to determine who was whose partner. "I will be picking the partners."
A loud grown surrounded the four wall of the classroom, before Dellus started calling out names over the noise.
"Albus Potter, work with Alice Longbottom. Penny Brown, work with Liza Heyfield. Scorpius Malfoy"- Dellus flashed a grin at her favourite student, while Scorpius flinched noticeably- "you can work with Rose Weasley."
Rose's face twisted into a mask of horror as Dellus said this. Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy. The Scorpius Malfoy. The Scorpius Malfoy that had made sure that she never went a day without being insulted about her hair, or her face, or her personality or all of the above.
Scorpius and Rose had always hated each other. Rose claimed that it was his fault they hated one another, while Scorpius thought the opposite.
Either way, it all started in their first year. . .
"Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full..." a shy Rose stood in the doorway of the only free compartment left in the train. She stared at the pale-skinned boy with interest.
Her father had told her to stay away from Scorpius Malfoy. Of course, she hasn't listened but she was curious as to how he would react to her."You see that family over there? The one with all the red and black haired children? They are the Weasley's and the Potter's. I'm going to warn you Scorp, they won't like you, but make sure you don't give them a reason too. They really are noble people, no matter what they may lead you to think."
Scorpius mumbled a yes before turning towards the window. He had no idea why the strange, red haired girl was sitting in his compartment, especially after what his father had said.
If this was the case, then why was one of the Weasley's here, sitting with him. Unable to keep his thoughts to himself, Scorpius said, rather rudely in fact, "Why are you sitting here Weasley?"
Startled at his rudeness, Rose just stared at him. "What, are you dumb as well as ugly?" Scorpius felt horribly guilty after he said it, but didn't let it show on his face.
Hurt and angry at the pale boy in fronting her, Rose got out of her seat and collected her belongings.
"Actually, my name is Rose." And with that, she marches out of the compartment and went to find her cousins.
"Rose Weasley, kindly move out of your seat and move next to Mr Malfoy, now!" Dellus yelled, and Rose snapped out of her memories and moved beside Malfoy, wishing just to be away from the horrid stench of Dellus's breath.
"Nice one Weasley, where were you, in La-La-land again?" Malfoy sneered with a smirk on his lips. Rose knew that he only spoke to her to get a reaction, so she kept quiet and opened her book.
After a while of peaceful quietness, Rose looked up at Malfoy. "What do you want to make?" she said in a mono tone.
Surprise flashed across his face but he just sneered and replied, "What? No witty remark? I think you've lost your touch Weasel-cakes." Rose shuddered.
Weasel-cakes; the nickname that Malfoy had given her when he had 'accidentally' dropped a charms book on her face, causing her to walk around with a thick layer of make-up to cover up the God-awful bruise on her face.
Scorpius smirked as her caught Rose flinching at his nickname for her. Truth be-told, he really hadn't meant to drop the book on her face and, as much as he hated to admit it, felt guilty for it since.
"You didn't answer my question," Rose interrupted Scorpius's thoughts.
"Let's make a sleeping draught. It's simple and gives us time to . . .mingle," Scorpius spoke in a rough voice and rose his eyebrows suggestively.
Rose was shocked- this was the first time he had even attempted to flirt with her- but hid it behind a secretive smile. She leaned forward, grinning as she saw his surprised face. Brushing her lips against his ear, she hissed "Not in your life, Malfoy," before stalking to the storage cupboard to get their ingredients.
Scorpius stood shocked, his eyes trailing Rose as she walked. He didn't know why he had suggested such things; it was a first when it came to Rose, but he just felt the need to try something new. Scorpius grinned at Rose's reaction.
"Scorp, I really hope that wasn't what I thought it was," an obviously grinning voice spoke from behind him. Scorpius spun around to look into the amused face of his best friend.
A blush crept its way unexpectedly onto Scorpius's face and he scowled at his friend.
"Shut up, Albus," he mumbled before rushing to help Rose.