Disclaimer for the whole fic: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the songs mentioned throughout the fic.

a/n; I really liked this idea, as soon as the plotbunny snuck into my mind, but I never got a chance to write it. Here it is! :D

WARNINGS: Explicit language, references to sex, drug references. Basically, there's sex, drugs and rock n' roll. Enjoy it anyway.

You may or may not be offended by this fic. If you are, please don't flame me, as some people like this kind of story. Thank you.

Introduction

I should have never taken that stupid bet.

I wouldn't be in such a mess right now.

And I definitely wouldn't love you.

But I did, and I am, and I do.

xx

I'm Rose Weasley. Back in sixth year, I took a bet that changed my whole life. I'm here, now, to tell you all about it, and then maybe you won't hate me as much as everyone did at the time.

It was a Sunday in November, and I was lounging in the Gryffindor common room with my best friend, Scorpius Malfoy. He was telling me about his latest detention with the Arithimancy professor, and I was hardly paying attention. Scorpius waved a hand in front of my face, jolting me into reality.

"Hey, Rosie. You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?"

"Nope. I'm way too bored to listen."

Scorpius rolled his eyes at me, then waved at a really cute guy who just entered the common room. The guy waved back, completely ignoring me, before heading up to the guy's dormitories. I scowled.

"What is with that? Why don't any guys like me?" Scorpius looked kind of uncomfortable.

"Well, uh...guys tend to like girls who have...sex appeal." He winced, waiting for the explosion. Well, I didn't disappoint him.

"I have sex appeal!" I snapped at him, my hair practically crackling with electricity. I had the misfortune of inheiriting my mother's hair, as well as her brains, temper, and competitive nature. Scorpius, now quite used to my outbursts, rolled his eyes.

"Please. You are the farthest thing from a sex object. Everyone knows you're really nice, and sweet, and smart, and good at Quidditch, but nobody wants you as a one-night-stand. That's just so...not the impression you give off."

I snarled at him like a lion, and stood up, towering over him. "I can give off that impression if I want to!"

He had the nerve to laugh at me. "Sorry, Rosie."

"Yeah, well, I'll bet you I can get five guys to sleep with me...within the week!" I challenged. His eyebrows disappeared into his mop of blond hair.

"Oh, you're on." He stood up as well, and shook my hand, smirking the whole time.

I never should have came up with that stupid bet.

xx

a/n; Quite short, but it's only a prolouge, after all. Trust me, chapters will get longer. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! :D