Disclaimer: Don't own the HP novels. This is a one-shot or two-shot depending on the comments I get. Rose loathes Scorpius and constantly scathes him. He loves yet he teases her. Poor him. I have to give credit to another fanfic author I read. This idea didn't come from me. A side story before continuing the other Rose-Scorpius one.
Scorpius was always aggravating the girl he crushed on just to get her attention. It was the only way to obtain it. He knew no other way. Otherwise, she'd just turn around and ignore him. He yearned to touch her, to kiss her and to slip his fingers in her hair, just once. He longed to kiss passionately too. He knew he never could. She was always surrounded by other friends, other admirers, other boys too. He had repugnance for her boyfriends. He would feel intensely jealous when they dated her. He despised being a coward. He immensely disliked when others babbled to her about silly things. He hoped he could do the same one day.
"Yo Weasley, your hair grew shorter, and there are more freckles on your face too!"
"Malfoy, shut up please! Not now, not ever!" She stomped off with angry colors in her cheeks. Malfoy's heart sank low, though he didn't care much about that. He excelled at bantering with her. For him, it was just good-natured fun. For her, apparently, it stung and she held him in absolute contempt. He liked to keep it that way anyway. So she wouldn't know about his falling head over heels for her.
They continued doing this type of chatter daily. This hurt him all the more whenever she regarded him with hatred. He's told his friends about his enamoration of her. And his friends didn't know what to do anymore with him. Just once, he hoped to chat with her on a friendlier tone just once, having her in the Slytherin common room too.
Then, he owled her just to make sure she would get his message; not leaving his name of course. He didn't dare. The notice said: "how are you, my beautiful flower?" She'd tear it in shreds in the event that he did. He also sent her a rose each day, he knew they were her favourite kind of flowers. Every day, she replied. He felt hope rising inside him. Maybe she'll give him a chance after all. And he would seize it if she gave it to him.
Valentine's day arrived. The owl said to meet him at 7. He thirsted for the meeting. He almost couldn't wait to talk to her. He tried to control his surging feelings. He waited impatiently for 7 to arrive. Then he could have a nice, romantic dinner. When the hour came, she pointed herself at the rendez-vous place. There was surprise in her eyes when she saw him standing there.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here? To insult me, to scathe me about my freckles or something else?" She spat hotly.
"Actually, Rose I came here to ask you to dinner, I wrote these owls."
"Since when did you have the permission to call me Rose?" She retorted with such scorn and disdain. "I despise you; you're the worst person on hearth! You're a horrid bastard who won't leave me alone. And you dare to ask me to dinner? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" She asked with consternation.
"Rose, please, all these pranks, they were just to get your attention, just to be with you. I know you hated me and loathe me still. I also know you'd never forgive me even if I begged for it and I don't deserve it."
"You're right, Malfoy, I don't believe you at all. And I'd never forgive you for the things you done in the past. You've belittled me and you're telling me you'd like to know me. That just does it! And I strongly dislike the Malfoys!" Said Rose and stood up to leave the room.
"Rosie, wait, please! Hear me out! Lucius Malfoy's dead and my dad's a changed man! And Narcissa Black was never a death eater! She never condoned the Muggles' torture. And my mother Astoria's pureblood yes, however she was against it too. We're not as bad you think!" He called after her hopelessly. He knew he could never convince her. He heaved out a sigh. Deep in his heart, he knew his Dad also was in love with Hermione and could never voice it out loud. He got a wife he didn't sexually want and cared little for him. Thank god he had his mother Astoria. She was a fine woman, really. Astoria also was conscious of her boy's little crush. Tragedies clearly run through this family. She was aware that Draco didn't love her at all. He married her because of his duty. She was chosen because of her bloodline, her money. Her family also wanted to kiss the Malfoy's ass, so they married her off to their son, Draco Malfoy. She was not content, not at all with this arrangement. What choice did she have?
After hearing this, she stopped, stunned. Narcissa Black wasn't a death eater? Well, that was news. And Lucius's dead? Even bigger news. This came down as a bomb. She never caught wind of that before. Why wasn't it in the newspapers? She mused, perplexed. Then again, she'd never give the Malfoys a chance. Not now, not ever. She promised herself she wouldn't. Her heart however, wavered a little bit. She swallowed it back though.
"No never, Malfoy. I'd never wish to be friends with you! You made fun of me, you ridiculed in front of everyone else and this is just it! Go play with the other Slytherin girls! Now, I can get back at you for all these nasty jokes played on me." Her comeback was snippy and acidic.
"Alright, I'll never ask again, I promise! But know that I always loved you and always will and you'd make my day if you'd give me this one chance." Malfoy pleaded again. Was no use, he saw the determination clearly on her face.
"Goodbye forever, Malfoy and never send me those valentines again. Never want to hear a word from you; never want to see your face either." She swept away and left the room, leaving a heart-broken Malfoy. He was in so much pain and agony watching the love of his life walk out of his life, forever. He'd never even be able to argue with her, not even tease her. He pledged that he'd never hurt nor harm her again, in any way. He valued her far too much. He'd prepared a rose and dinner for her tonight. They didn't serve at all. He wanted to cry out lout, though he didn't wish for others to see his red and puffy face. He didn't like to show his weakness either.