Alright, I'm back with a new Rose/Scorpius fic.
I know where I want this fic to go, but as always, I'm worried if it'll get there.
Well...I'll shut up now. xD
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Am I Feeling Love?

The bright sun was high in the sky as it smiled down on the enthusiastic witches and wizards. It was the day of the World Cup, and already it was breaking records. There were thousands of people there. The Hollyhead Harpies were facing off against The Patonga Proudsticks and it was predicted to be a game for the history books, a day that would never be forgotten.

For one little redhead, that prediction would prove true.

Rose Weasley, five years of age, was mucking about the large tent that she was to share with half her family. And, being a Weasley, that meant a lot of people. The Potters were there, so were the Delacour-Weasleys, Teddy Lupin, and of course her grandparents. All together, that would make seventeen, including herself. That said, the tent was enchanted to have many rooms and beds about. There was also the chaos that went hand in hand with being part of Weasleys clan. The adults were doing the best they could to keep their children under control, but even magic can only go so far.

James had already gotten into the Muggle firecrackers that Uncle Harry had brought. That said, her mother and grandfather were trying to rebuild the damage on one end of the tent. Hugo had managed to eat a few enchanted Holyhead coins, which were now causing him to turn different shades of green and continue yelling the Holyhead anthem. Uncle Harry, her dad and grandmother were all trying to take care of that, though her father really seemed to be enjoying the whole experience than anything else. "A story to tell every girl he brings home", he kept saying. Rose had no idea what he meant by that, but she did have to agree that there was something undeniably funny about the whole situation. Aunt Ginny had been yelling at James for quite a while now, and Albus was enjoying the sight a little too much to think about doing anything else. Aunt Fleur was making modifications to their family outfits. Yes, outfits. Her thinking was "If you're not in an outfit, then you're not fit to be out." Add in the French accent, of course. Rose was old enough to know that she was crazy, but she did love her anyway. And not just because she gave Rose the best candy at Christmas time. Anyway, the outfit thing ruled out any chance of being able to play with Dom, Louis or even Victoire. Not that she didn't like Victoire, it's just that every time Rose agreed to play with her, she always ended up in something frilly with bows in her hair. And that just isn't something this particular redhead is a fan of. Normally that would leave Teddy to play with, but he was becoming more and more obsessed with being around Victoire. That said, he was "helping" Aunt Fleur. And the rest of her family was to arrive later on that day, so Rose was completely and utterly bored.

She hadn't thought to bring any books with her, just because it was a Quidditch game and her five year old mind seemed to think that it was going to be non stop excitement. Go figure.

"Mum!" Rose yelled for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Rose, sweetie, I told you to stay out of here." Hermione said, not really looking at her daughter. "Something might fall on you. Go talk to your father."

With a roll of her eyes, Rose turned on her heel and wandered out into the main room of the tent. That's when Rose got the feeling of being outside, looking through a window. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, and nobody cared where little Rose was. That's not true, of course, but that's how she saw it. Her nosed turned up a little, Rose headed through the entrance of the tent, determined to make her own fun. They'd miss her soon enough.

The air outside was exciting. People were weaving through tents, buying things from vendors. There were balloons everywhere, and Rose Weasley was a fan of balloons. Making a mental note to steal one later (they cost money, and she had none), something very shiny caught her eye. A vendor across the field was selling what looked like jewelry. Now, Rose Weasley was a fan of balloons, but she was an even bigger fan of shiny things. So, she took off in that direction. Suddenly, though, a few tents sprouted in her path. Confused, she just started to step the other way, when twelve more appeared. The confusion melted away into anger. The Weasley temper always was a hard thing to avoid. In a huff, she started to run past all the tents. Within at least five minutes of running, Rose looked around and came to one startling realization.

She had no idea where she was anymore.

Before the fear could get ahold of her, she started a few breathing techniques. Her mother taught them to her after Rose almost had a spider-induced panic attack. Quickly, she started walking back the way she came. Then she remembered that she had taken a turn earlier, so she started to go that way. There were people everywhere, and the once happy faces now looked incredibly unfriendly and frightening. Everywhere, they were yelling, there were screams and shrieks of laughter. Her mind started to spin, and then she remembered her mother and the rest of her family. Oh, she should've stayed in the tent like she was supposed to. Now, she was lost and had no idea what to do. So she did the only thing she could.

She walked over to a shaded spot in the grass, buried her face in her knees, and started crying.

In the back of her mind, she knew that her family would find her eventually. There were enough of them. And her head of hair was sure to attract lots of notice, though no one really seemed to be paying much attention to her. Maybe no one knew what to do with a bawling child? But she couldn't stop the tears. She had never felt so hopeless and afraid in her entire life.

"Why are you crying?" A voice above her said.

"I'm not crying!" Was her instant response. She jerked her head up in a wet glare, fully prepared to yell some more at this unwelcome bystander. What, were they just going to ask stupid questions while she was sitting there in her misery? And then her vision focused on a boy that couldn't be older than her, but didn't seem younger. He was staring at her, his lips pursed, and one eyebrow raised. The harsh sun reflected off his ice blue eyes and frosty, platinum hair. And, for some reason, Rose was thankful that her crying left her with uneven breath. She had an excuse for the way it caught in her throat. Had she been more alert, she would've noticed the sudden concern that flickered across his face. Without saying anything else, he offered her his hand and, without really understanding why, she took it without hesitation. The boy helped her up as she tried to wipe away the river that had been released on her freckled cheeks.

"Here." He mumbled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a hankerchief. Slightly flustered, she took it, not able to look him in the eye. With a soft thanks, she started to wipe her eyes, and then she realized that she still had ahold of the boy's hand. Both seeming to realize at the same time, the quickly let go and tried to act like that didn't just happen.

Once she was sure all the remaining tears were off her face, Rose started to hand the cloth back to the blonde.

"Uh - You can keep it." He offered, looking at the ground after glancing at her face.

"Why?" Rose's eyes instinctively narrowed. "You think I'm gonna start crying again?"

"No!" The boy said, his eyes wide, and trying to figure out what he said wrong. "It's just, uh...if you scrape your knee or something and your mom's not around to make it better." Rose's bottom lip started to quiver as she thought about her mom again, and the boy instantly realized that had been the wrong thing to say.

"I'm sorry!" He said, suddenly grabbing her by the shoulders. Both of them froze for a moment, wide eyed, until he dropped his arms and looked away, awkwardly.

"Um...My name's Scorpius." He said, running his fingers through her hair. The redhead wrinkled her nose.

"That's a funny name." She said, trying to hold back a giggle. He squinted at her.

"Oh yeah? What's your's?" He asked, as if holding on to the hope that her name was stranger than his.

"Rose." She blinked, with a little smile. He realized a few seconds after it happened, that he was returning her smile.

"Uh..nice to meet you, Rose." He held out his hand again, and she took it, her smile growing.

"Pleasure." It was silent for a moment as the two stared at each other.

"So.." Scorpius offered, uncomfortable with the silence. "Are you lost?"

Her solemn eyes and slow nod was enough answer to his question. Quickly, he tried to think of a way that would prevent Rose from crying again.

"Uh -- I'll help you find your tent!" She raised her eyebrow and folded her arms in front of her.

"But then you'll get lost." Rose responded as if she already knew she was right. She rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Please. I've been here since yesterday morning. I know exactly where I am!." With a shrug, the pair started to walk off as Rose described what her tent looked like.

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The sun was now starting to set, and the cold air was looming about the campsite. The crowds outside had mostly died down, everyone turning instead to their tents and the people they had brought with them. Every so often, you would hear rumbles of laughter coming from inside different tents, or a call of birds deep within the forest. Most of the vendors had packed up for the day, but there were a few still trying to sell their merchendise to the remaining tourists.

"One please." Scorpius said, throwing a coin up on the vendor's cart.

"Ah...which one do you want there, son?" The child furrowed his brow at the assumed nickname, then pointed to a balloon hanging high above them.

"Pleasure doing business with yah." The vendor said, sticking the coin in his pocket and handing the balloon to the blonde.

"Thanks." He said quickly, already starting to walk away. "Here, Rose."

"You didn't have to." The redhead said bashfully, her eyes lit with excitment.

"You said you wanted it." Scorpius shrugged, a little embarrassed. But Rose's giggle didn't make the slight reddening of his cheeks go away.

"But you already did so much for me today!" The little girl protested, suddenly feeling guilty. He shook his head, confused by her words.

"Rose, I told you I'd get you back to your tent, but now we've both been lost all day!" Rose laughed again.

"But it's been the most fun day I've ever had in my whole life!" He looked at her, surprised, though not feeling any different.

"Really?" He questioned, both of them having stopped walking.

"Yeah! And --" Her attention was taken away by a few bright red shades of hair, just like her own. Looking closer, she saw her mother with her Uncle George and Aunt Ginny. "Hey! It's my mum!"

Rose turned to run, but stopped before she moved her feet. A little sadness came over the young pair as they both realized that their day together was over.

"Scorpius...thanks. I had a great time today." She said, taking one of the blonde's hands and holding it. Scorpius looked a little uncomfortable with the situation at first, but was quickly fine with it.

"Me too." He smiled a little, and squeezed her hand. She giggled, which caused Scorpius to laugh as well. Once the two had calmed their laughter, Rose got an idea in her head, and it didn't take long for her to act on it. She heard her mother shout her name in the distance, but she had already set her plans into motion. Quickly, she took a small step and delicately placed her lips on the boy's. She felt his whole body stiffen, but he didn't pull away, and it took half a second for him to start relaxing. Now, Rose had no real idea of what a kiss meant. She saw her family do it all the time, and figured it was perfectly innocent. It was what girls and boys did to say thanks, right?

"Rose!" She heard her mother close to her, and she pulled away from Scorpius with a smile. A little dazed, he returned the smile until they were both snatched up from the ground.

"Granger." Rose heard a man's voice, not sounding very nice. "Or...I suppose it's Weasley now, isn't it?" Rose positioned herself to where she could see the man speaking. He was taller than her mother by a good bit, though not taller than her father. He had the same hair and eyes as Scorpius, though...they didn't seem the same at all. The man didn't have the sparkle in his eyes that she knew Scorpius did, and his hair wasn't as shiny. Rose would notice that, seeing as how she's the expert on all things shiny.

"Malfoy." Her mother replied with an odd sort of smile on her face. Rose couldn't really even call it a smile. It didn't seem very nice at all. "You seem well." It seemed like her mother was trying to keep a pleasant conversation going, but there was an undertone that Rose didn't quite understand. The man opened his mouth to say something, then looked past her mother to what Rose noticed was her aunt and uncle approaching.

"You keep your filthy little daughter away from my son." He said with a tone so harsh, Rose felt it in her heart. She looked at Scorpius as his father quickly carried him away, and saw the same shocked expression she had. Before they disappeared behind the new group of tents that sprung up, she saw him reach his hand out, as if he were reaching for her.

Rose didn't see him again until several years later.

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"I'll go ahead and get us a compartment, Rosie." Albus Potter said to his cousin while pushing up his glasses.

"Don't get lost, Al." The redhead joked, ruffling her best friend's inky black hair. Well, one of her best friends, anyway. She had yet to locate the other.

"Rose." She heard someone softly say behind her. She turned around to see the blonde hair she was so familiar with.

"Hey Dom!" Rose said, louder than really necessary. Dominique Weasley was the only one of the Delacour Weasleys that Rose trusted enough to spend the night with. And she had plenty of experience in that field. Victoire would always try to have her dressed in some God awful pajama ensemble, and she always seemed to wake up in the middle of the night to Louis hovering over her, staring the way he always does. That's actually part of how Dom and Rose became such great friends. All the times the Weasley children were brought together, and the girls were forced to do one activity while the boys did another, Dom was the only other one that put up a fight. Besides little Lily, of course, but she did whatever Rose did. It was really kind of cute to see the idol worship going on. Anyway, the bottom line is, Dom and Rose were very much alike, but somehow different enough to maintain a steady friendship.

Dominique was soft spoken, Rose was everything but. Rose was a tomboy, Dom was...well, not a girly girl. She had adopted this somewhat goth look over the years. Not really goth, that was a weird word to use, anyway. The girl just preferred to dress in darker clothes, and she always seemed to have funky ribbons braided into her hair. Dom's really the odd one out of the whole Delacour-Weasley group. It's easy to see that her mother doesn't really approve of how she dresses, but Dom, like Rose, has always been a daddy's girl. That's probably where she got the courage to dress how she wants to, actually. Her father isn't exactly the most...normal-dressed out of the bunch. What, with his dragon fang earring and all. Rose had always admired her Uncle Bill. Of course, she admired all of her uncles in some way. Except for maybe her uncle Percy, but...she loved him anyway. Even though it might just be because she has to most of the time.

"Really now, Rose, you don't have to yell." The part veela said, trying to mask her small grin.

"I missed you too, Dom." Rose said, throwing an arm around her cousin's shoulders. "Now tell me all about France."

Dom rolled her eyes at the ground.

"I'll tell you when we get in the changing rooms."

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"Wow, Dom. I thought visiting my Muggle grandparents was bad..." Rose said, straightening her skirt as the pair tumbled out into the corridor of the train.

"Well, well. Look boys." The redhead heard a strangely familiar voice coming from behind them. Turning, she saw the boy she remembered from her past. The one that she had tried to forget about, according to her mother's advice. "A little lost pair of squibs, it looks like." Rose felt an unfamiliar pain in her chest at his mocking, unfriendly tone.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Dom spoke up beside her, her voice as flat and sarcastic as ever. The group of boys, for some reason unknown to the girls, got a kick out of Dominique's response.

"Scorpius Malfoy. But you Weasleys can call me Mr. Malfoy." Dom rolled her eyes at the blonde's words. True, they were juvenille and ridiculous at best, but something about them was striking a little too close to home for Rose.

"Ah, so you do know who we are." Dom said flatly, more to herself and everyone around them than Scorpius. He didn't seem much affected.

"Obviously. You all have the same vacant, drooling expression--"

And that's when Rose Weasley's fist connected with his perfectly sculpted nose.

The was an ear shattering silence that filled the train. Students had poked their heads out to see the new bully at work, and the shock was clear across their faces. Rose adjusted her hand on her trunk's handle, grabbed her cat carrier and continued in the direction she saw Albus go.

"Come on, Dom." She said, as if nothing had just happened.

"Right behind you, Red."

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