She was hot. The curry was spicy and it was making her sweat. Rose Weasley's face was growing red as her hair; but she was determined not to lose this bet.

She was a firm believer that the best relationships thrived off of competition, and she was determined to win. She looked down at the bowl of curry in front of her, it almost gone.

The last few bites would be the hardest she knew that, but the prize at the end was worth it. She looked up at her partner, gave him a sassy smirk and shoveled the rest of the curry into her mouth in the most graceful way possible.

"I win," she raised her eyebrow at the blonde boy.

"Well I suppose that means I have to be punished for doubting you then?" Scorpius Malfoy smiled knowingly at his feisty girlfriend as he passed her a glass of milk. He knew he was in trouble that night.