Chapter One

Rose Weasley is exactly what you would have expected from two-thirds of the golden trio. She has the famous Weasley hair, though slightly darker than her father's. She has bright, vibrant, blue eyes. Her face is heart shaped, like her mum's. As she grew older, she developed curves in all the right places. She has a splash of freckles on her milky white skin. Rose Weasley is the spitting image of Ron and Hermione Weasley. But the similarities don't stop there. She is the brightest witch of her time, and loves quidditch. She is chaser for the Gryffindor team. And she absolutely loathes Scorpius Malfoy.

Scorpius looks almost exactly like his father. He is a proud Slytherin, and a chaser for their team. He is, to put it lightly, attractive, and has girls fawning over him left and right. And he loves to make a certain redhead furious.

Scorpius stood in the stands as he watched the match, Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor. Gryffindor will win, no doubt, and that will mean they'll be up against Slytherin for the House Cup. As predicted, Gryffindor won, and sprinted into the changing rooms so they could celebrate. Scorpius began to plan a new way to infuriate his favorite little Gryffindor chaser.

He went up to the Room of Requirement, where such parties were always held, and searched for a hopefully drunk Rose. He spotted her immediately. She was wearing a black strapless number. She looked tipsy enough, so Scorpius went up to her, a smirk glued to his face. "Hey, Red." She giggled then scowled.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Just a talk, somewhere a bit more private will do."

"Why should I give you a second of my time?" He grinned. Scorpius turned her around so he was behind her, and started to grind his hips against her bum.

"Because," He whispered, "I have a challenge, and you are never one to back away from a challenge." Rose found herself leaning into his touch.

"Fine." Scorpius dragged her to one of the empty rooms that was provided for the party-goers(mainly for shagging). "What is it."

Scorpius grinned down at her petite figure. "I wanna make a bet." She nodded for him to continue. "See, the next quidditch match, we'll be playing against each other. So I think we should make the match a bit more interesting."

"What did you have in mind?" Scorpius told her. And she agreed. The wager was simple: Whom ever team loses will have to be a slave to the winner for the first term of next year. They have to do whatever the other says as long as it doesn't interfere with schooling or quidditch. And there was no way out of it. Because the two added magic to the mix. They cast a spell on the bet, which forces the losing person to comply to the winner's wishes. Now all they had to do is wait to see who wins the match.