A/N: Obvious disclaimer: I own nothing.

I've had this story on my laptop for about a year, it's not complete yet but I've got a decent amount ready to post HOWEVER I've been a bit nervous because it's kind of my baby. Let me know what you think, but please be nice and try to keep an open mind - this is not a sad story! it's meant to be a lighthearted/funny story with more serious undertones.

Also chapters will normally be a lot longer and written in either Rose or Scorpius's POV, this is just a taster.

Currently rated T, but I'm not sure if the language used (especially later on) means I should make it an M? If anyone has an issue with the rating please let me know, I'm more than happy to change it.

Anxiously yours, H x

November of Rose's 7th year at Hogwarts

Our story starts with a rather vicious slap to the face. Our perpetrator is one Miss Rose Weasley, her tear stained face looks so sorrowful it almost seems like enough justification for the outburst.

Our 'dark knight' so to speak, quite ironically, was the whiter than white Scorpius Malfoy. He needed a moment to take in what just happened to, in his own words, his 'perfectly porcelain' face, which was smarting red as we speak.

He looked dumbfounded. I don't blame him. Being slapped off guard for, what appears to you, no particular reason can be very daunting. Especially when there's as much venom in your attackers eyes as there lies in Rose Weasley's. There's a very high probability that she would have murdered him on the spot if there were fewer onlookers.

"I hate you Scorpius Malfoy!" She screamed, the tears overflowing from her big brown eyes, she looked rather pathetic really. Well she would have if she wasn't screaming at the top of her voice. That did rather damage the damsel in distress facade somewhat. Don't tell Rose I called her that.

With one final scream of disgust and a particularly nasty look of disdain, she turned on her heel and ran up the hill towards the castle.

Albus Potter, standing in the shadows behind his best friend, both of them staring in the direction of the retreating red storm. The Potter boy looked exasperated and exhausted. He stood there, silent, waiting for the rage to burst out of his friend.

"Did you see that?" Scorpius practically barked in disgust.

"Why didn't you stop her?"

For this Albus had no response. He didn't stop her because he didn't want to get caught in the cross fire. Rose would never forgive him for defending what Scorpius had said.

He shrugged slightly.

Scorpius was too far beyond angry to notice the sadness creeping into Albus's eyes, the sadness he had done a darn good job of hiding these past few months.

He watched his friend seethe, face set in a scowl and anger lacing his every word. Albus could only think of one thing that would calm Scorpius down, and that was the truth.

He took a deep breathe.

"Rose's Mum is sick, mate." He murmured, just loud enough so that the two of them could hear, despite the fact that any onlookers who had gathered quickly dispersed when Rose ran head on into them.

He was met with a defiant look.

"So Hermione Granger has a cold. Boo. Freaking. Hoo. Your cousin just fucking slapped me." Scorpius obviously didn't get the 'be quiet' memo.

The blonde was seeing red. Not to mention the irony in that half his face was covered in a bright red hand print, given to him by the very person who defines was it is be to 'Red'.

Albus shook his head, his shaggy black mop following as if his hair itself was tutting his best friend.

"She doesn't have a cold."

That was all he said, but the meaningful look that followed meant he didn't have to say anything more.

The fury that had hold of his friend lingered just a second longer before disappearing entirely as he took in what Albus was saying. His erratic breathing the only lingering sign there was ever anything to write home about. Everything was slowly starting to make sense.

Eyebrows furrowing, stormy grey orbs swirling, realisation dawning.

Oh my holy cow, the pompous git has realised what an idiot he had just been to poor Rose Weasley! I never thought this day would ever come.

Albus, whilst dismayed for his friend, mainly felt defeated, it was written all over his face.

"Fuck." Scorpius whispered, just loud enough to be heard.

"Yeah."