Chapter One: A Series of Kisses

Author's Note: This is my very first story, so its not very good… Please be nice, but constructive criticism is always welcome. Plus they make my writing better. Thanks for reading, and this is for Suki Allana! Thanks for getting my into fanfic Suki!

Scorpius and Rose. Rose and Scorpius. Weasley and Malfoy. Malfoy and Weasley. Fire and Ice. Ice and Fire. What were they thinking? A Malfoy and a Weasley could not, not now, not ever, date. It was written in some book of fate. It just wasn't possible. Yet somehow, the red-haired daughter of Ron Weasley ended up falling in love with the blonde son of Draco Malfoy.

"Scorpius." sighed Rose as she pulled away from his lips. Scorpius looked sad. "We can't do this. Weasleys and Malfoys… It just isn't right..."

"But we can break that rule, Rosie. We're in love. I love you more than anything in the world. We're seventeen. I think we're old enough to understand what love is. Don't deny it, Rosie." Rose paused.

"I love you." she breathed. And she kissed him.

Rose and Scorpius got off the train, making sure that they shot each other looks a deep hatred as they got off the train, to make sure their parents didn't get any suspicions. Rose strode over to her parents, who were already hugging Hugo, who was in his fifth year and taller than Mum. Rose kissed her mum on the cheek and smiled at her parents, allowing her father to take her under his shoulder and ask her warmly;

"How was school, Rosie?"

"Good. How are you, Dad?"

"Fine, fine. But I want to know about you, Rosie. You're getting so big so fast! A seventh year already! My baby girl is growing up." He smiled at her and she smiled back, wishing she could tell her father that she had spent half her free time snogging Draco Malfoy's son.

Scorpius walked swiftly to his parents, making sure to send Rose a look of deep loathing as he walked away from her. His parents were waiting for him, and his mother kissed his pale cheek and smiled softly at him.

"Hi, Mum." he smiled. He turned to his father, who was still taller than him, and allowed Draco to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Hi, Dad." he said.

"Hello, Scorpius." He squeezed his shoulder and beckoned him to walk with him. The three members of the Malfoy family strode out of the station, Scorpius wondering how mad his father would be if he found out Scorpius was dating a Weasley.

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Rose crept out of the house, terrified that her footsteps would wake her parents. She slowly, very very slowly, closed the back door and she stepped out of the house, the summer night air nipping gently at her skin. She held her clothes close to her and whispered into the night;

"Scorpius? Are you there?" The white blonde hair stood out in the moon light and Rose ran to him, comfortable in his warm arms. The two collapsed on the dewey grass and kissed. She kissed him with all the love she had in her, loving and enjoying every second of his soft lips on her rosy ones. They pulled apart, and Rose's brown eyes held a fire, while Scorpius's shimmered with an melting ice. They looked at each other, and not a single word was uttered that night, but the past whispers of "I love you" were lingering in the air, making it beautiful and great as it filled their lungs. Their lips met again, and in that kiss was the promise that their love was too strong to be broken apart by something as petty as a disagreement between fire and ice.

With a loud crack, Scorpius Apparated home, and strode towards the manner that he and his parents lived in. It was huge, too big for just the three of them, yet still they used it. He climbed the back wall of the home, where his bedroom window was. He snuck into his room, and was about to climb into bed when a cool voice nearly made him jump out of his own skin.

"Where have you been, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy?" It was the furious voice of his father. Scorpius turned on the light and stared, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. Oh shit, thought Scorpius, did he just say Hyperion?

"I-I-I was, um..."

"Where, Scorpius? Where in the name of Merlin were you?" Scorpius said nothing. "Scorpius Malfoy, you tell me where you were this instant!" How am I supposed to tell you that I was just snogging the daughter of your worst enemy? Scorpius tried to think of a good lie, or even a bad one, any lie to get him out of this.

"I was, um, taking a midnight stroll." Even Draco, who was known for his coolness and smoothness, faltered at his son's words.

"You were what?"

"Taking a midnight stroll." Scorpius blushed at how stupid the words sounded. Draco found his smoothness again.

"Scorpius, you are a terrible liar. And you are not to lie to me. Tell me the truth." Scorpius knew that Draco was itching to enter his mind with Occlumency and find out what was going on, but that would have been bad parenting and that was something Draco would never do. Scorpius remained silent, and decided that was really his only defense at that point. "Scorpius..." his father warned him. Scorpius held his silence, but he could see his father getting angrier; Draco's grey eyes were icy, his pale eyebrows were scrunched together, and his hands were clenched together in tight fists. "Scorpius Malfoy, tell me where you've been!" Draco's voice was getting louder with every word, and when Scorpius didn't say anything he began yelling;

"SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY, YOU TELL ME WHERE YOU'VE BEEN!" Scorpius cowered at his father's rage, and Apparated on the spot.

Rose stepped into the house, and the second she did, her father embraced her in a tight, fatherly, superior hug.

"Rosie!" he said severely. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

"Sorry, Daddy." stuttered Rose. What would she say? How could she ever tell her father she had been snogging his worst enemy's son? She hugged him to get him to forget about his question.

"Where have you been, Rose?"

"I was, um, taking a midnight walk."

"Why?" asked Ron, evidently bewildered.

"I needed to stretch my legs."

"But why at midnight?"

"You can't help when your legs cramp up, Dad."

"Oh. I guess so. Look, Rosie, this is all very funny, but, really, where were you?"

"I already said-"

"Rose, honestly, I'm not as stupid as I look." Ron smiled at his daughter and Rose laughed a little too heartily. Ron looked expectantly, waiting for an answer. Rose pretended to stretch and got herself a glass of milk, offered her father some, and grabbed a small sugar cookie from the cabinet. She yawned widely.

"Well," she yawned. "I think I'll go have a rest, if you don't mind-"

"But you haven't told me where you've been, Rose!" Rose tried to think of a lie, any lie that might get her out of this, but she couldn't.

"I was out because I felt sick. And I needed fresh air."

"Why do you keep lying to me, Rose?" asked Ron. He looked suspicious now, not very "I was so worried! My little baby girl was out alone!" but more "My child put herself at risk and won't tell me why. How dare she?" Rose couldn't think of anything to say.

"Rose..." Ron warned, his ginger eyebrows raised. Rose remained silent. "Don't be silly, now Rose." What can I say to you? Rose asked herself. I was just doing something you've forbidden me to do since I was eleven.

"Dad, I-I really don't know what to say."

"The truth." said Ron. He was getting impatient. Rose faltered and Ron waited for her to explain where she was. Rose couldn't think of anything to say. Ron waited. "Well? Seriously, Rose, where were you?"

"I was- I was-" and Rose turned on the spot and Apparated.