I Don't Want to Fall in Love

Summary: Right face, wrong time. She's sweet, but I don't want to fall in love.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rose Weasley or Scorpius Malfoy, I just like to bring them grief and joy. Title and summary belong to She Wants Revenge.

A/N: Okay, I've never written Rose and Scorpius before so this is a first for me. I like the pairing and I wanted to bring them some misery. I listened to I Don't Want to Fall in Love by She Wants Revenge a lot while listening to this story, so I guess you could say that this one-shot is based on the song.

He watched her from afar. She was pretty in her own way. Pale freckled skin with bright blue eyes and red hair. He shouldn't be looking at her, she was after all a Weasley and he was a Malfoy. They couldn't even talk to each other. They weren't supposed to talk to each other. That's what Scorpius told himself anyway. Secretly he talked to the Weasley girl whenever he could; he tried to partner with her in classes, to accidentally bump into her on the way to their classes or the Great Hall.

Scorpius somehow knew that he would be attracted to the Weasley girl. Ever since his father had told him to stay away from the family, and she had yelled at him and said that she wasn't allowed to speak to him either, he had known that he would fall for her. They had talked, had some good conversations over the years. They had even talked about their relationship and where they wanted to be with each other. But nothing had ever progressed and he hated that fact. He wanted nothing more then to progress.

But he also wanted to run whenever he saw her. He knew that it was cowardly of him, especially for a sixteen year old male Malfoy. So many encounters Rose Weasley had him wanting to run away and hide, to never look at her face again, but there was a major part of him that always told him to stay because she was someone that he needed, that he wanted. He didn't want to corrupt her though. He was a Malfoy and she was a Weasley. Two completely different families that hated each other.

Scorpius sighed as Rose stood up from her seat at the Gryffindor table. She was the right girl and he knew it, it was just the wrong time. He would never be able to be with her because of their families. He wished that their families liked each other, but it was the wrong time and so many things had happened before they were born. Scorpius actually felt that he was being punished by the Weasley family for the horrible things that his family had done to them before he was born.

But it wasn't his fault, he thought as he got up to follow Rose out of the Great Hall. It wasn't his fault that his family was a bunch of horrible, pureblood obsessed dark wizards.

It was easy for him to spot he figure in the corridor heading up the stairs. For one, she was basically the only person besides himself and two giggling first years in the corridor and second, he loved looking at her body from behind and had memorized it in a slightly stalker-ish way. Plus, there was the added fact that her hair was a vibrant red and stood out easily amongst anything.

He watched as she turned and looked over her shoulder, books clutched tightly to her chest. She flicked her bushy red hair back over her shoulder as she looked away from him and continued her way down the corridor. Scorpius had a feeling that she was giving him a look of disgust, but he loved it anyway. Any acknowledgement from her made his heart beat faster then it should, which made him curse not only himself but Rose Weasley as well.

Scorpius picked up his pace, striding carefully and quickly to catch up to Rose. "Wait Weasley!" He called to her as she rounded a corner.

He was sure she was rolling her eyes at him, but she slowed down none the less. "What Malfoy?" She asked coolly, keeping her head held high and shoulder back. Her stance oozed confidence, but he knew better. Rose was nothing but a trembling little girl that was afraid of everything, no matter how hard she tried to show a tough exterior he could always tell when she was nervous or scared.

"You left lunch early," he said stupidly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Her red eyebrows rose the slightest bit before she frowned and looked down at her feet. "And why would you care anyway?" she asked him, the coldness still evident in her voice. "You're a Malfoy, I'm a Weasley. We do not care for each other."

"I never said I was caring Weasley," Scorpius snapped back before he cringed at the sound of her teeth grinding, something that she did every time she got ready to verbally abuse him. "Sorry for actually wondering why you were with your friends or family Rose."

"Look Scorpius," she sneered which made Scorpius heart jump with joy because she had actually used him first name. "I just want to go to class and learn something. Something I'm pretty sure you'd benefit from."

Rose turned to walk away again but he grabbed her wrist and pulled him back towards her. He looked into her eyes and thought about what it would be like to be with Rose Weasley. He knew that she was the right girl, but maybe he wasn't the right guy at the moment for her.

"Do you think that we could ever be together?" He asked her bluntly.

She pursed her pink lips and avoided his gaze. "You're just not the right guy for me at the moment," she told him. Scorpius could hear the sadness and regret lacing her voice and immediately felt anger rise inside of him. He hated being lied too, especially by those that he might actually care about.

"At the moment?" He questioned.

"Right face," she said, her eyes finally meeting his. "Wrong time."

He clenched his jaw. "My thoughts exactly," he replied coldly as he let go of his wrist. "Maybe we should just stay away from each other Weasley."

Rose took a step back. "I think we should too Malfoy. After all, that's what our parents want."

Scorpius turned on his heel and left the red head standing in the corridor by herself. It was his father that wanted him to stay away from her, his mother just wanted him to be happy. He cursed her parents though, especially her red headed father, because they were the ones that told her to stay away from him.

He stalked away, her face imprinted in his mind. Her lying, traitor face that once told him that she wanted him. That had once said I want you, Scorpius Malfoy. But it was too late now, they were becoming too different and she didn't want it any more. Right face, wrong time. He was sure that they would meet again, maybe after school when her cousins weren't around watching her every moved.

"I saw you go after the Weasley girl," his friend said as he caught up to Scorpius outside charms. "Tell me what happened."

"Nothing happened," he lied as he shrugged his shoulders. He caught sight of red hair and ran a hand through his own hair, wishing that they had fewer classes together. But he knew that she was going to walk past him to get into the class room. "I never liked her anyway," he told his friend harshly. "She's cute and all, but I never want to fall in love."

Scorpius watched as Rose's hurt face walked into the classroom quickly. He felt bad, but not as much as he should have. After all, she did tell him that it was the wrong time. It was all her fault he was feeling horrible, so she might as well feel horrible too.

"Well that good," his friend said cheerfully. "And here I was thinking that you were going to ditch us for some Weasley."

Scorpius gave his friend the best fake smile he could muster and entered the classroom, taking a seat next to a good looking, blonde Slytherin.

He glanced at Rose and replayed the words to his friend over in his head. Finally he convinced himself that he was right. Rose Weasley was cute, but he didn't want to fall in love.

No, he definitely didn't want to fall in love.

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- Kashy