A/N: This is my first story in a while and this is my new favourite pairing. This is rated M for a reason! It is sexy, dark and strange, much like Rose.

If you're going to take an interest in my life then there are several things you should know beforehand. I'm not your average witch, woman or Weasley… or Slytherin for that matter.

My name is Rose.

I'm similar to my many cousins in different ways. The Potter boys are arrogant, fame and fortune going to their heads, a trait I unfortunately share. I may not be the daughter of the Chosen One but my parents were both members of the Golden Trio, the infamous Hermione and Ron Weasley, now very influential figures in the Wizarding world. The rest of my family are infamous as well in their own ways, Uncle Charlie for his discoveries on dragons, Aunt Ginny for her victories with her Quidditch team and even my Grandmother for defeating the dark witch Bellatrix. Wherever I go, I am recognised.

My hair is the Weasley red but different to my cousins, it changed with the light. Near my roots it was dark red and along the length of my hair it lightened. In bright lights it looked almost gold at the tip. It was also untamable, much like my mothers. My skin is pale, freckled and virginal. My eyes are a deep brown like my mothers and my face is heart-shaped with bright lips. I wasn't as skinny as my part-Veela cousins but I was, thankfully, as voluptuous as them. My cousin Lily, another Potter, was the smartest in her year and much like her, I am renowned for my brilliance in Potions, DADA and Transfiguration. Being a genius, my family often remarked I should have been in Ravenclaw. My father still thinks I should have been in Gryffindor because of my courage – I ooze confidence and I'm not afraid to speak my mind and follow my impulses. I always get what I want. However, despite what my family say, I know why I had been sorted into Slytherin. It was because of my obsessive and often dark nature.

Being remarkably intelligent, I grew bored very quickly in life and so often pour my energies into strange and wonderful things. I love to brew obscure and dangerous potions just to have them. I linger around the castle, peering into the private lives of others just to know everything. My favourite pastime is, of course, men. I'm used to being stared at and as I matured, I took pleasure in being ogled at by men. I saunter around with confidence, a sexy half-smile and a mischievous glint in my eye that caught the attention of the males and kept it. Girls hated me, boys had lusty dreams about me and I loved it.

After a few unfortunate instances when I first dipped in the waters of romance, I had decided that relationships weren't really my thing and made a vow to stop tormenting the boys who had that glassy 'I love you' look in their eyes. I had had many boyfriends over the years, perhaps too many to be considered good for health, which led to the development of an unfortunate reputation. Not that I cared.

There was one boy in particular who caught my interest when I returned to Hogwarts for my sixth year. Ever since I first saw him on the Hogwarts platform in King's Cross station in my first year, Scorpius Malfoy had avoided me like the plague. I often saw his silvery blonde hair leaving the room I enter and whenever we were in the Slytherin common room, he often sat as far away from me as he could. I rarely heard him speak whenever around him but I frequently caught him staring at me. This was nothing new, also considering I'm the first Weasley in Slytherin in years, but something about him always intrigued me.

Our families hated each other since his father Draco had become a Death Eater and was a sworn enemy of my parents, especially my uncle Harry, during their youth. Although a truce had developed between the families since then, it was clear that I'm supposed to dislike the Malfoy boy, much like my cousins did. The duty was fulfilled for me as Malfoy avoided any Weasleys and Potters he came across, including their friends which were plenty in number considering our large clan took up many seats in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

Draco Malfoy was the only Death Eater to get out of a sentence at Azkaban and almost every student at Hogwarts knew it. Despite being a Slytherin, Scorpius was unpopular even with then. I had thought his life would be hard but he found a group that accepted him and had made his way in Hogwarts over the last six years. He also didn't seem to struggle with girls, having a new one on his arm every couple of months.

This year, as he stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, I had to take a moment to stare. He had certainly changed a lot over the summer, growing to nearly six foot and filling out into a broad, defined man. He jaw was smattered with stubble, making it more masculine, his silver hair just falling in his piercing grey eyes. By all accounts the boy was sexy except for his stare which was wary and deterring. However it didn't seem stop the three Slytherin girls following him down the platform giggling. He seems oblivious.

As I watched him walk I decided I would be paying more attention to the reclusive Malfoy this year.

As per usual, Malfoy was staring at me, barely noticing how many other female heads were turned towards him. I glanced up and met his gaze, which he shifted immediately. My eyes lingered on him and later that day, when he left the common room in the Dungeons, I followed him. This began my tradition of following the silver haired boy every now and then, intrigued by his methods of going unseen in the shadows. I had the aid of my Uncle Marauders' map (which I had stolen off of James) and so followed him with ease. I learned much of his character, like how he went down to eat often towards the end of lunch or dinner to avoid the larger crowds and how he went to do his homework and studying on the seventh floor which was currently unused for teaching. He would wake up at two in the morning every Thursday to sneak to the Owlery to send his letters in private.

He was a very strange boy, I had concluded. I found myself liking him.

One evening I discovered he had taken to following me too. I was heading to the Room of Requirement and noticed the sounds of footsteps following me and, glancing back, saw of flash of his silver hair. I had paused, deciding what to do and continued on. I entered the room, smirking, and checked the map, finding Malfoy standing outside for a few minutes before leaving. His interest in me just made me curious of what exactly I could do with him.

A few nights later, sat in the common room pretending to write an essay, I tipped a solution of Superior Hearing I had finished brewing a week ago. It would allow me to hear every conversation in the room as if it were right next to me, I habit I had developed last year. From the irritation in Malfoy's eyes, it was clear he was uncomfortable with what his friend Xavier was saying to him. After a moment of searing pain in my temple from the influx of noise, I was able to tune in to Malfoy's conversation.

"…I mean, come on Scorp, you've only been in a relationship with three girls so which one was the lucky one?"

"Just drop it, X." His voice was clipped.

"Dude, it had to Cynthia right? Man, I would tap that in an instant."

"It wasn't Cynthia."

"What! Dude, that's unlucky."

Scorpius sighed heavily.

"Why does it matter so much to you to know?"

"I've told you about all my conquests, brother. You could at least return the favour."

"It doesn't really matter, Xavier. It was disastrous anyway."

Xavier hissed as if in pain. "Oh man, you're that bad in the sack!" Scorpius punched his arm, "Ow!"

"Merlin, I don't even know why I told you in the first place."

"You told me because I thought you were a damn virgin. From the sounds of it, you could still use a few tips for when you get with Weasley-"

Scorpius punched him again.

"Dude, shut up!" Malfoy glanced around him, wary.

"…ow."

Scorpius eyes flicked to Me. I held his stare, which surprised him, and smiled slowly. He blinked and looked away, his cheeks darkened slightly with a blush. I wanted to laugh at the thought of making an eighteen year old Malfoy blush. Dom, my cousin, followed my gaze and gave me a puzzled look. I raised my eyebrows at Dom suggestively and said,

"Guess who's got a crush on me?"

She too raised her eyebrows, looking back to Malfoy and laughing. Dominique knew me best out of all my family, being a deviant herself. She shouldered me,

"So, you going to do something about it?" It was a question I already knew the answer to and had all year. I already knew I was going to seduce Scorpius Malfoy this year at Hogwarts but only now did I realise that would be much easier than I had originally thought. I give Dom a knowing smile,

"Definitely."