They always had a unique friendship, if it can be called a friendship at all. When Hogwarts had started, they were encouraged to mistreat and out-shine each other—and they did. That didn't go as planned—well— not completely.

Exchanging of insults was their way of saying, "Hey, what's new?"

"I see your hair is as frizzy as always, Weasley," he would say in the Hogwarts Express as he walked into her cabin.

"I see your insults are pale-ingly recycled, Malfoy," was her response, as she smirked up at him.

"Still on about the color of my perfect, unblemished skin…it's quite alright Weasley it is obvious you are jealous. With those dalmatian-like spots covering your already ugly face, I can see why you would be," he said, with an air of confidence that would have anyone else backpedalling. But Rose knew Malfoy; the majority of his confidence was faked. It was just to show to intimidate others—at least that's what she thought.

"Malfoy, you really are losing your touch— my hair, freckles, and face—is that the best your little brain can think of?"

"Yeah, yeah, you Rose are so much smarter then I shall eve be, please show me your ways!" He exclaimed, while dramatically falling on his knees and putting on a twisted facial expression.

"Merlin Malfoy, could you be anymore melodramatic…no wait—" But before Rose could finish Scorpius was on his knees, his arms dramatically moving across the air,

"Rose our family is set to keep us apart, but true love shall conquer all, we will be free!"

"Oh shut up you tosser," Rose replied while laughing hysterically.

"Thous laughter is music in my ears, so elegant and graceful…"but he had started laughing along with her.

"I got the point; you are an aspiring, melodramatic, talentless actor—you should stop while you humor me— don't want to get hexed now, do we?"

"Calm down Weasley, only joking. So how was your summer?"

"Tragically boring without seeing your face every day, and not hearing your sophisticated language and retorts; oh Malfoy, how I missed you so."

"Whose melodramatic now, Wesley?" But he was laughing anyway.

"Glad to see that I humor you Malfoy."

And they continued.

So they were mates, though they would never admit it. They had a frienemy type relationship, they say they hated each other, but that was just how they socialized. They weren't like this with their other mates. Malfoy and the majority of Rose's cousins were mates. And he treated them a lot differently then he acted with Rose. Instead of insulting their hair they would receive flattering compliments. Instead of sarcastically pointing out their flaws he would smoothly compliment them on their kindness and intelligence. This of course, had never bothered Rose, she actually enjoyed his insults and teasing; it gave her a chance to insult and tease him. But of course he had to go complicate things.

They were walking down the corridors to get to Potions, and Scorpius had said something particular funny and Rose was laughing, a touch less manically than usual.

Out of the blue he told her, "You have such a pretty laugh."

Wait what? That was the first time they boy had ever complimented her, come to think of it the only time any boy had complimented her. And this was Scorpius. He was not nice, especially not to her. The again might as well enjoy the compliment, maybe he had a head injury from quiditch practice.

"Thanks Scorpius, I think that's the first nice thing you have ever said to me in the four years I have known you." And she puts it bluntly because that is who she is, not very good at hiding her emotions and feelings.

"Hey, I had a streak of kindness and now I get lectured about it...woman."

"Again with the melodrama, you tosser." She replied chuckling as they arrived at the dungeon. She would never admit it, but she had sickeningly wide smile on her face for the rest of the class.

After class one of her roommates, Mary, was talking to her. The topic of Scorpius came up; she was mates with him as well.

"Scorpius only insults people's looks when he doesn't like them," Mary explained.

"So, wait, he doesn't like me? He insults me day and night." This wouldn't actually come as a shocker. I was always wondering what that bloke thought about me.

"Oh, no of course he likes you, maybe in more ways than one. He told me the other day that you were really pretty."

"What? No he did not." Two compliments, indirectly or not, was a lot from him.

"Believe what you want, just telling you what he told me."

"Wow…" And alright, I am aloud to be happy about this. Not because he thinks I'm pretty, of course not. I don't fancy the bloke or anything. But that was the first compliment any bloke has given me about my looks. And no, I am not one of those giggly girls that take hours to get dressed in the morning, to a school that requires uniforms. No I don't use charms on my appearance, to be honest I don't think I, or anyone else, needs them for that matter. But it's nice to know that a bloke, even if it's only Malfoy, feels the same way.

And yes my sickening smile came back. I cannot control my facial muscles. Sorry about that.

I found Malfoy sitting by himself at the Slytherin table looking adorably lost…I did not just think that…maybe I was the one with the head injury.

"A loner as always, I see," I said, while taking the open seat next to him.

"Oh, hey Rose…"he said, looking and sounding unlike himself.

"Someone is moody again…" and yes this is quite a recurring occurrence. He's like a bloody girl sometimes.

"Just because I act nice for once doesn't mean I'm in a bad mood, Rose."

"Don't give me that rubbish, I know when you're in one of your moods. What's got our knickers in a twist?"

"Whatever, let's not talk about it."

"Alright, be passive and unsocial, I don't mind," And I started to eat my lunch.

Suddenly Malfoy asks, "What were you and Mary talking about before?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"No, obviously I wouldn't like to know, since I wasn't the one that was asking or anything."

"Sarcasm, I like."

"Rose, please."

"Now begging? Okay now I'm curious, you have to tell me why you want to know."

"Nothing big, I was just wondering."

"Oh, in that case, it wasn't anything big, I was just talking."

"Roseee"

"Scorpiusss"

"Fine, be a jit. I'll just ask Mary." And the tosser started to get up.

"Alright if it's that important to you sit down, it isn't that big a deal anyway."

"Then why didn't you want to tell me?"

"Oh, mostly because you were entertaining me. And it's bloody weird telling you about it."

"Okay, go on…"

"Well Mary was just telling me how you told her that you thought that I was pretty. I mean not that I didn't know I was gorgeous and absolutely stunning, but next time I would appreciate it if you told me to my face. Has more of a lasting effect."

"Oh." I don't think he was expecting that. His expression right now is quite amusing. I should be more blunt and abrupt in the future; a Malfoy without a comeback is highly entertaining.

"Oh but thanks anyway, you know for the compliment. Much appreciated." I'm not sure if that was supposed to be sarcasm on my part, but it just tumbled out of my mouth. Before I could say anything else I got up to leave.

"See you around Malfoy."

"Yep…" was his reply. He looked a little distracted, but not as horrendous as before.

"Hey ugly," Scorpius says the next day.

"Hey stupid."

"Great comeback."

"I know, you're jealous"

"So jealous…"

So sorry to disappoint mate, but no we didn't have one of those awkward conversations that I know you were dying to listen in on. No, things were back to normal and I couldn't be happier. Honestly. Change scares me. And my friendship with Scorpius isn't the best one I have, but I'm not willing to throw it down the lake for a….I don't know, a month old romance. But I guess we'll just have to see how things go on from here. And hopefully things will stay the same. And if they don't…well I'm not sure what I will do.

An: So that guys was my first ever published fanfic. I didn't want to mention that in the summary or at the top, usually doesn't get people to read it. But if you got this far, please review. Point out any spelling, grammar, style mistakes. Say you loved it or say you hated it. It could be one word review. Or you could explain in detail.

And now I'm rambling so if anyone is still reading, much appreciated... but enough reading, go review!