Hey Guys! Okay, so the basics are that I have recently been reading loads of HP fanfictions, especially those about Scorpius and Rose... I have slowly but surely fell in love with them both, Rose in a slightly friendlier way, of course.

So here is my own little Fanfic. I can't be sure how long it's gonna be, but you guys definitely should tell me in your reviews... because you are going to review... of course.

Happy Reading! X

I've heard there's such thing in those movies Muggles make called 'stills'. I was curious, asked some people, looked it up... and I think it's a pretty good way to start all of this.

Here's my own movie 'still'. One from my own life.

Not that it's so amazing or anything.

We're at the table, having supper. I guess I could work in a circle. So, starting with me... Well, my name is Rose Weasely... and I'm... sorry, it's just too wierd describing myself. You'll figure it out as we go along.

So yeah, there's me, and next to me is my friend Letty Skeeter. I guess she's my best friend, although most people haven't the slightest clue how I cope with her. Letty has short, black hair and sharp red glasses that sort of flick up at the ends. She's loud, nosy and annoying to say the least, but I wouldn't be sure what to do without her. She's always there for me.

Then there's Hugo Weasely, my brother, the lazy twat. It's totally pointless trying to have a normal, human conversation with Hugo. He'd just zone out as soon as you said "Hi".

Al Potter, full name Albus which I use when he's particularly irritating, looks a lot like his Dad, the famous Harry Potter. Mr Potter is my idol. I guess being so well known makes you kind of bossy... that seems to have rubbed off on our Al. He's real smart, great to have a heated debate with, but never be in a group with him for Anything. He won't let you say much more than 'I need to pee'. Not even that.

James Sirius Potter, the annoying kid who likes to lend you inflating bubble gum and puts itching powder in your shampoo so in your acceptance speech for prefect, you end up scratching like a baboon. Trust me, I was there when Katherine Chesterhose threatened to hex James into the next universe and rip him limb from limb and sell those limbs to the barber and... I think you get the idea.

That's all of us sitting at the Gryffindor table. There's more, of course, but you'd probably die of boredom if I went through them all.

"Rose, pass the bread." I glance up at James... Seems like this particular 'still' is over... and did I mention James is incredibly greedy?... and as he leans forward his head shifts too, giving me a good look at a certain someone I forgot to mention who doesn't sit at the Gryffindor table.

Scorpius Malfoy is a Slytherin. What more has to be said? He treats girls like they are tissues for wiping his nose, he laughs at every serious thing I've tried to do in my life, he stole my favourite book of all time, Gone with the Wind, and threw it into a pile of mud to make me talk to him again after one of our arguments... and he also happens to be my best male friend.

Scorp winks at me and I roll my eyes in response. Every girl in the school, apart from me and (supposedly) Letty are completely in love with Scorpius Malfoy.

Please. Half of those sluts don't even know the meaning of the word.

The other half probably don't know his name.

Scorp has messy, platinum blonde hair which falls over his face in a very... well, attractive manner. Not that I find him attractive. He has slanted cheekbones, really penetrating grey-blue eyes, he never, ever tucks his shirt in and-

OKAY. Enough about Malfoy.

There was nothing left to do. I was sitting in my dorm, looking around the room vacantly and tapping my fingers against my knee. I had finished my homework, done my essays, even threw in a bit of transfiguration practice on Gertold, my toad, and now... I was bored.

Of course, there was only one thing to. I reached under my pillow and pulled out the few stray papers I had been writing on for the past few days, and went outside to sit under my favourite willow tree where the arms of the tree covered me and blocked out just enough of the burning light so I could write comfortably.

I leaned against the tree and began to write.

Twenty minutes later a pair of scuffed shoes entered my vision, just beneath the ends of the willow branches. Whoever it was happened to be approaching me...

Oh, who am I kidding. Only one person knows my special tree.

I tucked my legs up and pretended to be completely oblivious to Scorpius, who had now pulled aside the drooping arms of the tree and was blocking out the light completely.

I could see his grin clearly, even when I was looking down.

"Do you mind?"

"Not really."

"Move, Malfoy."

Scorp laughed softly and fell down beside me. I glanced at him. His hair was dishevelled, his shirt crumpled and hanging from his low slung trousers, his grin wide and taunting... would he ever change?

"Want something?" I asked, shifting away from him.

"What you up to, Miss Austen?"

"That last comment completely defeats the point of the question. You obviously know I'm writing, Scorpius."

Still grinning, Scorp lifted his arms and leaned his head against them on the tree trunk. His eyes were on me... I couldn't help feeling... slightly... distracted...

"Scorp, please, I can't focus." I had rested the piece of papers on my legs and I stared at them intently, trying to get the image of Scorp lounging back beside me out of my head.

"What am I doing?" He asked.

Being insanely gorgeous.

STOP. I did not just say that. You imagined it.

"Just go away." I muttered, smoothing out the corners of the papers distractedly.

"But I want to stay, Weasles." He poked my arm. "What are you writing?"

"A story, Malfoy."

"About?"

"Your arse. Get lost."

He laughed softly. Next thing I knew, he was leaning over me, snatching the papers from my hands.

"GIVE ME THAT YOU FUCKING PRAT!"

Scorp held them out of my reach, laughing as I tried to grab them. He held me back with his body, the wanker-

"You know, Rose," Scorp turned his head to grin tauntingly at me, "That rhymes."

"What?"

"That and prat."

"Give me my story, Malfoy."

"No."

He was reading it. He could not, under any circumstances, read my story!

I sat up, pushed him to the ground and leaned over him to snatch back my story. Due to some unfortunate movement on his part, I ended up lying on top of him.

Fuck.

I stared down at him. He stared back. God, his eyes were really... focused.

I took my story, leapt off him and smoothed down my skirt.

"I hate you, Scorpius. Don't you ever forget that."

Pushing the willow aside, I marched away from him, my cheeks still burning from finding myself at such close proximity with him...

I'm joking. Scorpius Malfoy can make no effect on me whatsoever.

I was marching down the hall way only minutes later with the previously mentioned Letty Skeeter bouncing along beside me. She was chattering quickly, intently, and I had no clue what she was on about...

"Letty, shut up, please."

I had been so close to him. I vaguely heard Letty doing the complete opposite of shutting up in the background.

"Letty. Shut. Up."

She sighed. "You just don't get it. It will be the biggest thing in Hogwarts!"

"What will?"

A beat of silence followed.

"Rose Weasely did you listen to a God damn thing I said?"

I looked at her and shook my head.

"You are a horrible, horrible person."

"Just tell me what you were bantering on about, Letts."

"No."

"Go on."

"Newspaper."

"Huh?"

"My own fucking newspaper, Weasely!"

"Oh." There was a problem when Letty swore. She was a strictly non-swearing kind of person. I sighed and smiled at her in what I hoped was an encouraging manner. "Sounds great."

"Course it does." She muttered, digging into her satchel. "I have Potions now. See you later."

I sighed. It was never too good when Letty was angry at me. I had to somehow find her a piece of fruitcake to cheer her up.

"Yo, Weasely."

I turned around. Great. Nick fucking Crint.

"What you up to tonight?"

You can't be serious.

"I'm guessing you don't have any plans, huh?"

I swung around and glared at him. "You're doing this all wrong, Crint. Firstly, you do not address a girl by her surname. Secondly, you use correct English. Thirdly, you do not suppose that this girl has no life and therefore nothing to do all night."

"Um, Rose, I-"

"There's a fourthly, Crint."

"Sorry."

"Fourthly, my answer to whatever it is, is no."

"Aw, come on Rose! There's a party tonight, everyone's going, and I want you to come with me! Rose!"

I was far enough from him now to block out his voice. Idiot.

I sighed. Was I going to get to write in peace this evening or not? I glanced around me at the random people milling around, chatting and laughing together. Then... to my left! An empty, darkened area where I could sit on the steps, at last, and just write...

I prepared myself, settling into the corner, ready to squint slightly in order to see in the dim light. I lifted the quill and took up from where I left off.

Five minutes, five, five measely fucking minutes passed before two people stumbled into the same corridoor I was crouched in, making out noisily.

The girl, some blonde chick, was pushing the guy back against the wall, her hands against his face and his on her waist as they attempted to swallow each other whole...

I sighed, getting ready to stand up, clear my throat and take my leave-

Before I realised who it was.

Scorp.

The dim lights didn't stop me from seeing... all... red... Stupid twit. Making out with some girl... he probably doesn't know what her name is...

I slipped past them, fury building up inside of me, as I marched off in the area I had last seen him go. I looked around, left, right, come on, where are yo-

"Crint!"

"Rose?" Nick glanced over his shoulder at me, looking surprised.

"I've decided to come to that party after all. Meet me here in half an hour."

THERE YOU GO! I've got pretty high hopes for this one... give me some thoughts. Good? Bad? Terrible? Unbelievably ghastly?