The key is to forget about it. And the key to forgetting is alcohol.

Scorpius Malfoy took another burning swig of firewhiskey, temporarily drowning out the awful thoughts that kept persistently creeping back into his mind.

He looked up at the night sky, the bright stars blurry through his tears. Yes, Scorpius Malfoy was actually crying. It was absolutely ridiculous that any single human being could make him hit rock bottom so fast, and so hard. Especially if the said human being was a Weasel.

Oh, how his father would be ashamed of him if he saw Scorpius in this condition . . . .

He leaned his head back against the cold stone parapet of the Astronomy Tower, letting a few more tears slide down his face. Damn her. He thought angrily. Damn her for making a Hufflepuff out of me. He fingered the purple bruise on his cheek.

It's just - he was still in such shock for receiving this sudden assault of unexpected and alarming feelings, all in the last few hours. First there was the anger, then the confusion, then the realization, then the stabbing hurt, and now - the depression.

How could she - how could she be so awfully prejudiced against me? How could she have simply given me a label and never an opportunity? And how the BLOODY HELL could I still feel this way about her at the same time? When did this thing all start, anyways? She's such a -

Scorpius sighed. He was tired of playing the blame game. He knew there was no use in being angry at Rose. Not now, anyways. He supposed that there had been some things at his fault.

For the past few hours, he had tried to convince himself that he longer had any sort of feelings for Rose Weasley besides a cold enmity. For Merlin's sake, what other feelings could he possibly harbor for someone who had called him those nasty, narrow-minded things?

Scorpius smashed his firewhiskey bottle on the ground in frustration.

The whole "getting over her" plan wasn't working. No matter what, Scorpius couldn't help but smile as he remembered the feeling of her lips against his.

So the only other option was to hide his newfound feelings and pretend nothing had ever happened.

I hope she never finds out what she's done to me. I can't ever let it show how much I'm still going to care - how much I'll still pine for her acceptance.

Because if she ever finds out any of these things, she'd just laugh at how a filthy piece of Slytherin scum like me could ever think that they'd deserve her.


Author's Note: Thank you for reading! Yes, I know its a bit too much with the whole in-mind thing, but I thought I'd give romance a shot. This is going to be a very short story, only four chapters. Please review and keep reading!