A/N: This plot got stuck in my head as I was editing the last chapter of FWB: Scorpius and Rose Edition. This ScoRose will be different from the FWB ScoRose and I still plan to post the last chapter of FWB (still editing) but I just had to get this idea out of my head!

The bet idea comes from the beginning of the plot in "How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days" but the rest of the story will be very different.

Please review :P. I have an idea of how I might write and finish this but your reviews and comments are a HUGE help to know if I should continue or if I'm headed in the right direction.

The Real Rose Weasley

September 2, 2022

"Yes, I can."

"No, you can't."

"Yup."

"Nope."

"Yeah."

"Not happening."

"Yes, yes, yes…"

My friend, Frank Zabini, rolls his eyes as he stares at his Daily Prophet. He makes a habit of ignoring Mia Burke and me when we argue which is all of the time.

Mia, my only friend that's a girl, is really hot with green eyes and silky long black hair that she constantly flicks over her shoulder. The thing about Mia is, she's awkward as shit. At Hogwarts, she's known as the "Frigid Bitch", "Ice Queen", or "Queen B(itch)." Her looks make guys fall at her feet while her coldness makes her seem untouchable.

She actually isn't that cold. It's just that when you are the only child from a pure-blood family and you spend most of your childhood locked in the Burke Manor, you don't really pick up on social cues and in Mia's case, others' feelings at all.

Zabini, who I've known since I was in diapers, and I met Mia on the train to Hogwarts our first year. We found her awkwardness hilarious and the three of us have been friends since then. Being friends with Mia ended up being awesome. She, and by association Zabini and I, gets invited to all the cool and wild parties at school. Mia can also get her hands on firewhisky at the drop of a hat. How? Don't know, don't really care as long as I can get pissed whenever I want.

Anyways, because Mia is sooo "untouchable", I have appointed myself as the person to keep it real with Mia, which is why we argue all of the time. For example, today, Mia walked into the Great Hall for breakfast with the front strand of her hair the same color as my platinum blonde hair.

So of course being the humble Malfoy that I am, I tell Mia, "Clearly you changed your hair color to match mine because you're in love with me."

She, of course being in denial, responds with a scoff and a "You're bloody mental."

I naturally respond, "All girls love me and if they don't already I can get them to fall in love with me."

You might be thinking that I'm a conceited arsehole at this point. I'm not denying that at all. I'm saying there's a reason I'm a conceited arsehole. The thing is, as a 6th year, I'm taller than all the other 6th years and most 7th years. I also have swishy and soft platinum blond hair that girls seem to want to run their hands through. I'm also a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch Team. So basically my existence is not even fair to members of the opposite sex.

So brief recap: I'm good-looking and I know it. Mia is crazy and in denial.

Which leads us back to the fight:

"Yes, yes, yes… I can get any girl to fall in love with me."

"You realize there's a difference between love and lust, right?" Mia asks pointing a fork at me.

"Yes, I do! I know the difference."

"She means more than wanting to snog you in cupboards, Malfoy," Zabini adds unhelpfully while still reading his newspaper.

"I know," I protest, "I've seen my dad with my mom and it's gross as shit. I know what love is!"

"Then you can't honestly think any of your previous girlfriends actually fell in love with you," Mia says looking at me with eyebrows raised.

"I know they didn't," I respond while crossing my arms, "but that's because I break up with them before they fall too hard. I'm doing them a service."

Mia and Zabini groan in unison while I smile at them.

Mia then gets that mischievous look. The one she gets when she's about to ruin someone's life "on accident" because she doesn't get that other people have feelings. What does it say about me that I actually go along with most of her plans? Don't know, don't care at the moment.

"You say you can get any girl to fall in love with you?" Mia challenges with a sparkle in her eye.

"Yup!" I say knowing that I will likely regret this but not backing down because Malfoys don't back down.

"Fine, let's make this interesting," Mia retorts. "I pick the girl, and you have to make her fall in love with you by the end of the school year."

"Too easy! You're giving me so much time, I'll take it!"

"This is such a bad idea," Zabini mumbles. He's technically the moral compass of the group but we usually ignore his protests. This situation is no different.

"If I win," Mia continues, "when we go to Paris next summer, you have to go shopping with me as much as I want and carry my shopping bags... without complaining."

I wrinkle my nose while Zabini snorts while flipping to a new page in his Prophet.

"Fine! If I win, I want your Puddlemere United season tickets."

She squints at me clearly trying to figure out the chances of losing her tickets. Her dad gives her those tickets every year and she uses them to go on dates with whatever guy is her flavor of the month.

"Fine," she says slowly. "But remember, I get to pick the girl AND Zabini and I get to determine if she's actually in love with you," she adds while smirking.

I smirk back, "No cheating. She has to actually be straight and you guys can't lie WHEN she falls in love with me."

She starts scanning the room. "Clearly, it can't be a Hufflepuff."

"Why not?" I ask turning around toward the Hufflepuff table. As soon as I turn, a group of girls turn red and start giggling at the table. I give them a wink and their giggles get louder.

"That's why," Mia says while rolling her eyes. "Ravenclaws?" she asks while looking to another table. "No," she mumbles, "most of them would be too thankful that you're even talking to them."

Zabini rolls his eyes and finally puts his newspaper down. "You guys can't be serious."

"So Slytherin or Gryffindor?" I ask ignoring Zabini.

Mia grins at me. "It should be a Gryffindor. They are programmed to hate us."

Zabini snorts. "It's not the 1990s anymore, Mia," he chastises.

Mia turns to look at him and opens her mouth to respond when her eyes go wide and a smile plays at the ends of her lips.

I follow her gaze to… Rose Weasley!? "No," I protest.

"Oh, yes," she says while nodding. "She's perfect. A Gryffindor. And Al can warn her about what an arse you are."

I look at Rose Weasley sitting across from her cousin a few seats down from us at the Slytherin table. Don't get me wrong, Rose Weasley is hot in like a cute-hot way. She's got that pouty, full lips thing going on. She's got these deep blue eyes and insanely long eyelashes. She's also got long light red, wavy hair. Her body's not bad either. She's got a fairly decent chest size—not the biggest but definitely not the smallest. Rose also has curves in all the right places with toned legs.

So what's the problem? Well there's a couple:

1. James Potter, the tall and bulky captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and protective, crazy cousin of Rose. No one knows the full story of how Rose broke up with her last boyfriend, Lysander Scamander, but he did end up in the Hospital Wing for a week thanks to James.

2. Al Potter, my teammate and Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. Al and I aren't best friends but we're friendly enough and teammates. He is best friends with Rose Weasley. I don't need my teammate hating me when I inevitably break his cousin's heart.

3. James and Al are just two members of Rose's crazy arse family. I can't even keep track of how many Potter-Weasleys there are but they dominate the school. My face is too handsome to be beat on by a bunch of Rose's overprotective relatives.

4. Rose Weasley is a… dork, to put it nicely. I never see her at any parties. She's part of the Music Club and the Dance Club. I hear these clubs are run by Old Professor Flitwick. Who would voluntarily spend their free time with Old Professor Flitwick? When she's not hanging with Al, I see Rose with her mini-nerd army: Alice Longbottom and Will Jordan.

So basically Rose Weasley is a giant nerd with scary family members. Hot in a cute way? Sure, but so not worth it.

I look back at Mia ready to refuse. "It's my call," Mia teases now smirking at me.

I look over at Rose again. As she laughs with Al, I tilt my head looking at the cute dimples forming on her cheeks.

"You in?" I hear Mia ask me.

"Game on."