Love To Hate, But Hate To Love

Warning: This story contains strong language, so if you don't like it, this isn't the story for you.

This is my first fanfic, so be nice :] This may not be very good, and I know loads of other people have done this same thing, but I will do more experimental stories later :]

Dsymouse xx

Ps. Most of these characters belong to JK. But I gave them personalities. I brought them to life you could say :]

Chapter 1 : Perfect, Except For Malfoy

Rose's wand flew into the air and landed in her duelling partners awaiting hand.

'Damn' she said under her breathe. She looked across at her partner, who was smirking at her, with a satisfied look on his face. Rose Weasley scowled at Scorpius Malfoy, who threw her wand back to her and turned his face to see the awaiting crowd of cheering Slytherins. Rose turned to see a group of disappointed Ravenclaw's.

'Okay,' Professor Potter, and Rose's uncle said, 'that was good. Well done Malfoy. ' Scorpius and all the Slytherins laughed (or rather snorted in Pruedence and Polly Goyle's case, daughters of Pansy Parkinson and Goyle). Stupid Scorpius looked like he had a ego boost to last a century!

'Don't worry Rose, you'll win next time I'm sure.' Annette said quietly. Rose smiled at her small, timid friend.

'Hell yeah! Scorpius is going down!' Xanthe shouted brightly, her today purple curly hair bouncing as she jumped up and down shouting.

Rose raised her eyebrow at her friends. They were complete opposites. One was always hyper and incredibly fun to be with, whereas Annette sends calmness to the room, touching everyone, except of course Xanthe. They were as opposite as a Gryfindor and a Slytherin!

'Hey' Rose's heart beat faster as someone grabbed around her waist. She looked over to see her boyfriend Jacob Wood, Oliver Wood and his wife Sioban's son. Rose relaxed into his arms, strong from Quiditch and the strict training regime his father put him through.

'I lost.' Rose pouted. Jacob laughed and kissed her head patronisingly. Professor Potter coughed and Rose looked up to see Xanthe standing on the duelling platform staring pointedly at Jacob.

'Oh, its my turn! Sorry.' He blushed.

'Kick her ass, honey,' Rose giggled, then seeing Xanthe's disapproving look shouted 'I was kidding! Go Xanthe!' Jacob winked at her and turned to the stage. Rose sighed happily.

*

The Ravenclaw common room was very quite this evening. Well, Jaques wasn't there for one thing. Sabrina was seated in one of the armchairs beside the fire, reading a book with a bored a frustrated look on her face, absentmindedly pushing her huge, round glasses up every now and again, her long blonde hair, loose for once. I smiled at my excruciatingly clever cousin. Annette was lying on the rug, playing with her cat, Laila. I looked over the room and seeing, just as I expected my cousin Fred, staring at her.

I walked over to my hopeless cousin and started giggling quietly, proceeding then to drop the book I had onto him. Fred, as if waking up, looked around quickly, only then to grab his neck in pain.

'Ow, whiplash! For fuck's sake Rosie!' He said in an incredibly irritated manor, worthy of Uncle Percy. I puppy-eyed him, as innocently as possible.

'I'm sorry Fred. I thought you were looking at something.' and I walked of, giggling to myself. That guy should get a grip and ask her to Hogsmeade, but I must admit, it is seriously amusing teasing him, or should I say torture?

'Rosanna Molly Weasley!' I cringed as I heard a annoyingly bright, peppy voice and looked over to see Xanthe dancing, pulling a laughing Jaques after her.

Damn Jaques. I cursed my handsome cousin for telling my best friend that valuable bit of information. She was going to call me Rosanna for a century now! When she found out that my family called me Rosie when I was a baby (and sometimes now) she'd called me that for months!

'What is it dear?' I said in my most patronising tone.

'Just thought I'd call, that's all.' Xanthe said, already pulling Jaques onto the nearest armchair and starting to cuddle against him, and he started whispering to her, probably dirty talk from the expression on her face and her constant giggling.

On the other side of the room, Sabrina slammed her book down.

'That's it! I give up, I don't care about the democratic-ness of the Welsh house elves! You and your damned mum Rose!' I winced at this. Obviously mum had given Sabrina another book (that she'd thought she'd like) to read, and since Sabrina's, well, Sabrina, she had to finish it. She'd never given up on a book in her life, and she wasn't stopping now.

Sabrina jumped up, and stormed into her dorm, cursing every single Greek, Egyptian, even Irish god there is. There was an awkward silence and then everyone burst out laughing, including me. Sabrina was seriously funny at these moments. One moment later, Sabrina came running down the stairs again.

'Forgot my book… sorry' with an ashamed look on her face. Again the room burst out laughing.

'For god's sake Sabi, just give up!' Jaques laughed.

'NO! I will never give up on a book! That's it.' And with a (very effective) flick of her hair, Sabrina bounded up the stairs, book in her hand, with a determined look on her face.

I laughed along with my strange family (or as Xanthe calls it, the Potter-Weasley Clan), and remembered something, which was very important.

'Crap! I've got to go guys! Library work.' I pulled on my green, velvet jacket (which looked fantastic with my fiery red hair, not that I'm vain, (like Victorie, that woman carries a fucking mirror around with her, but then she is part veela, and unnaturally beautiful) I've been told countless times that it looks good) and ran to the library.

*

The Library was strangely quiet for a Sunday morning. As I stacked books, floating myself in the air (thank Merlin for wingardium leviosa), I hummed to the newest song by my favourite boy band, The Maggots. (Mum said there was a muggle band called The Beetles, coincidence? I think not!)

'Nice song. For a ginger.' An arrogant voice said from behind me. Malfoy. That bastard.

'Bugger off Malfoy. Sad there're no songs out there for arrogant, blonde idiots, or I would have a fantastic comeback. Oh well, a girls gotta dream.' I replied slickly, shelving a copy of Gilderoy Lockhart's Magical Me.

'You can dream of me anytime.' Oo, that guy's going down to hell.

'I wouldn't want to contaminate my dreams that much.'

'Oh, if I were a girl, I wouldn't mind myself.' Vain much?

'Go away, I'm trying to work. If you wouldn't mind, leave the premises or you'll have a detention.' I said in my most prefect-like voice I could muster, concentrating on shelving, so I don't curse him, by 'accident'.

'Ok, sure, I'll just leave the most amusing thing I've seen all day.'

'Ok, you have a detention. Now is this so amusing?' I asked him, satisfied. I gave Malfoy a detention! They should raise a monument in my name.

'Still is. You know, that duel was quite fun, wasn't it? I loved winning. It is my favourite hobby, and I must say, it is a gift .' He smirked. I could tell the sound of a Malfoy smirk from miles away.

'Bite me Blondie.' Still concentrating. Keep concentrating.

'Oh, I will. I will.' He shouted, leaving the Library finally. That guy pisses me off so much! Madam Willimina, the librarian, shoved her head around a bookcase, and gave me a stern look.

'Rosanna, during your working period, please do not socialise, fight or flirt with any other student. And for Merlin's sake, be quiet!' She exaggerated.

'But Madam, he came in and started harassing me! I wasn't fighting him!' I said exasperatedly.

Madam Willimina pushed her horse-rimmed glasses up her short, pug nose.

'Well, you may not have been fighting, but you were flirting. Which might I add, is a disgusting thing. It only leads to students getting impregnated. And also, please refrain from singing in the Library. It is meant to be a silent, sacred place. And language please.' I swear, my mouth must have dropped down to the floor. I didn't flirt with Malfoy! Did I? Usually I know when I flirt.

'And also,' another one? Jesus christ. ' You should know all these rules, and set a good example, and as a prefect, punish all who disrespect them. And also, do not raise your voice at me, ever again young lady, or else your pretty, perfect little ass will be sitting in detention for the next week. Do you understand?'

I nodded my head slightly. Never in the three years I've worked in the library, has she used any kind of swear word, including 'ass'. I can't have flirted with Malfoy. I hate his guts! But when I flirt, I generally know. But I didn't flirt, did I? Maybe. Damn. I'm so confused.

'Good. Now back to work. I will deduct your payment for the minutes you've spent arguing with me.' She was the one arguing. Bitch.

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