"The carriages will leave in a few minutes," Rose muttered, leaning against the fence that blocked the Shrieking Shack. By her side, Scorpius smirked.

"Afraid of getting left behind on a Hogsmeade trip, are we?" he teased, running a hand through his hair to make it more tousled than it usually was. Rose ignored his comment.

"Come on," she began. When he didn't follow, she added, "Or are you – Mr. Malfoy – too superior to mingle with commoners such as a Weasley?"

He shot her a death glare. "I'm not my father," he said coldly.

"Are you sure?" she asked sardonically. "You look just like him. And you're behavior is almost just like his! Are you positive?"

"I'm not my father," he repeated in a growl, coming closer. His eyes were filled with danger as he stared down at her. She grinned a bit in satisfaction.

"Come on, ferret," she said turning away.

"You say that I'm too superior when you Weasley's breed like gnomes?" he called towards her. She stopped in her tracks. She hated it (repeat, hated it) when people ridiculed her family reputation. It wasn't her fault there were a lot of Weasley's in the Wizarding World!

"Unlike you Malfoy's, who think they're of better quality then the others, making them as rare as Hippogriff's!" she spat back, not facing him.

"I'd rather be rare than repulsive."

She turned towards him and neared so close their chests were nearly touching.

"You thickheaded, dim-witted, road-apple chewing ferret!" she screamed at him. Apparently, she'd hit a nerve.

"I'm thickheaded?"

"You forgot dim-witted and road-apple chewing, ferret."

"Amazing; you can think of all that when it takes both your father's and all your cousins brains to think of the answer of 1 plus 1!"

With anger, she slapped his pure, pale face. There was a slight red mark.

In his anger, he shoved her, nearly making her trip over the pile of snow behind her.

She slapped him again.

But what he did next was unexplainable.

He took her face – not harshly – and kissed her.

And she didn't push him away.

Instead, Rose locked one arm around his neck and braided the other hand into his silky blonde hair. He tangled his own left in her auburn curls while letting his right slide around her curvy waist.

Their kisses were chaste fervor. They left a searing flame on them both each time their lips touched. Scorpius dragged his tongue along her lower lip, begging for entrance, and she gladly accepted.

Little did they know that this wasn't going to be the first time this happened.