Rose Weasley growled frustratedly, clutching at her bushy hair and glaring at her Potions homework.

"Problem, Weasley?"

Oh no. Oh, no. No no no no no. Not him. Anyone but him.

Scorpius Malfoy strolled into view, his infuriatingly smug expression making Rose glower at him. "You wish, Malfoy," she spat.

"Hey, calm down," he said. "Although, I do like them firey." He grinned slyly.

"I'm not another one of your brainless airhead followers," she said. Sure, Malfoy was cute when you first looked at him, but anyone with a brain could see that he was just like that Death Eater father of his: a cocky, arrogant bastard that dedicated himself to snogging girls he'd never said two words to.

Malfoy stepped closer to Rose. Too close. "You'll fall for me someday," he whispered. "Just you wait and see. And then we're gonna have some fun."

"Snogging arrogant Slytherins isn't exactly my idea of fun," she replied frostily.

"Who said anything about snogging?" he said mischievously.

Rose turned away. "Don't even think about it."

Scorpius shrugged. "Worth a try," he said. As he walked away, Rose could have sworn she heard him mutter, "We always want the only girl we can never have."