I, Rose Weasley, pride myself on the fact that I am great in bed. And not in the way that you are thinking. Not that I'm bad in that way... At least I hope I'm not, I wouldn't know. I am a virgin.

No. I am great in bed because I could literally be in it all damn day. I've got in a lot of practice over this summer considering the only time I'm out of it is when I have to pee... Or because Mum is forcing me to go to the Burrow for family stuff. I try my damnedest to wriggle out of them but it's rare that I'm successful. Tonight is an example of those annoyingly common nights where my mum wins.

I'm sitting with Al when I hear the reason I've been practically tied to my bed all summer.

"Surprise." It is said slowly and pompously. So pompously that the voice could only belong to one Scorpius Malfoy. At first, I didn't wrap my head around that he was here. And I must have looked horribly stupid. Finally coming to the realization that he was home a week early, I quickly turned to Albus and hissed, "Did you know about this?"

"Possibly." Al winces due to my cold stare.

"Should we talk?" Scorpius raises his eyebrows.

"No. I was just leaving." I announce and stand up, planning on finding mum and hoping to Merlin she'll take pity on me and let me return to my comfortable bed.

I had barely gotten two steps away from the couch when Scorpius' stupid muscular arm grabbed my waist to stop me.

"Don't touch me, Malfoy." I hissed with as much venom as possible.

At this point, a lot of cousins, as well as those who I considered cousins but actually weren't, who were in the room were staring at us, wondering what we were going to do next. Some were looking amused, like James and Louis- because they were gits. Others looked concerned, like Al and Dominique- because they were both best friends to each of us. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was that he stopped touching me.

"Really? Back to last names?" He doesn't remove his arm. I glare at him and trying to push past him but he was too strong. I immediately regretted it too because when I did that he just pulled me really close to him. Did he not realize that we were surrounded by my family? Did he not realize that at any moment my father could walk through? Okay, so the family thing I got why he didn't care. My family loved that boy just as much they loved me or any other Weasley-Potter-Longbottom-Scamander. But seriously, Scorpius is so afraid of my father. He squirms at his mere presence. And rightly. My father seemed to be the only freaking reasonable one when it came to my predicament with Scorpius.

I had stopped glaring up at him icily for the sole reason that it would make our faces very close as Scorpius was already looking down at me. But I had not stopped squirming to get away from him.

"This would be so much easier if you would just come outside and talk to me." Scorpius suggested, smiling like an angel. Well, he was most certainly not an angel! He was the bloody devil!

"Sorry I'm not easy like your slags." Rose retorted.

"The color green does not become you." Scorpius said, rolling his eyes.

Rose did her best to not think about his lips as she looked up at him with a thoughtful look on her face. He looked confused. Honestly, he should have seen this one coming.

"Hmm.. I think green might look good on you, though." I said slowly, confusing just about everyone in the room. "You may want to switch back to where you belong. Slytherin." I said this because I know Malfoy hates it when people suggest he should be in Slytherin. He was sorted into Gryfinndor. As was I. There began the oddity that was Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy.

"I'd go anywhere if I were with you." He said sarcastically, contorting his face into one of those sappy, stupid faces. James, Al, Fred, and Louis were shaking with laughter. I looked at Albus like he had betrayed me and he immediately stopped laughing.

"Alright let's go to the bottom of an ocean, I'll tie a cinder block to your foot, then I'll swim up and my life will have improved dramatically." I quipped.

"Nah, you'd miss me, Roro." And I blushed furiously at my childhood nickname. I felt my heartbeat in my ears. Scorpius started to laugh but not for long because I had mustered the strength to push him off of me and onto the floor. He looked at me with a face full of shock. Then I stormed away, convinced mum and she apparated me home quickly then returned to the Burrow.

And then I cried. I cried for bloody hours. But at least I cried in my wonderful, wonderful bed that I had just decided to never, ever, ever leave.