Short, pointless, but fun drabbles on the things that go on in Scorpius and Roses' joint Heads Common Room. It's not specified in the book whether Heads get a joint Common Room, much less a separate room of their own at all, but it's nice to imagine, no?

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Harry would have had a party at the end of the Deathly Hallows just to celebrate the death of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"What did they say about me?" I asked, glaring at my fellow Head.

"Er," he said. "You-you're not going to believe me if I told you, Weasley."

I stared at the handsome boy sitting next to me, who was looking uncharacteristically awkward. "Yeah, I probably wouldn't," I agreed. "After all, I do kind of hate you."

Malfoy looked relieved. "Thank Merlin," he breathed. "Because they told me that you fancied me-

I choked on the Chocolate Frog I was eating. "What?"

Malfoy laughed. "I know, crazy, right? As if Rose Weasley would like me!"

I just stared at him for about three minutes. Then I finally responded.

"Ha, yeah, I know, right?" I said really loudly, talking in that girly tone that Lily always uses when she's imitating Selena Chang. "That is insane and completely…er, weird!"

Malfoy shifted slightly on the sofa, but then he smirked and agreed. "Yeah, that would be just…" He shuddered. "Strange."

I nodded wordlessly; all the while thanking Merlin that Scorpius Malfoy was so gullible.

"I know! That's so weird!" I said, again, my voice still too high-pitched to be considered normal. "That's unpredictable, that's stupid, that's impossible, that's-

Bloody wonderful, I finished in my head, as his lips came crashing down on mine. I didn't even have time to think about the details of what we were doing; all I could focus on was the mad tingling sensation that had overtaken my whole body once his lips touched mine.

Scorpius tasted like chocolate frogs and something minty and I was losing it, fast. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer- an amazing feat, seeing as our bodies were already pressed together, chest against chest.

I felt his fingers weave through my red curls and I gripped his white-blonde locks and damn, nothing would ever feel as good as this, not Firewhisky, not Chocolate Frogs, not anything.

But then, you know, there's this stupid thing called breathing that we all need to do so we both broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Malfoy?" I asked, once I'd regained my breath and composure and whatnot.

"Yeah?" he repied, staring into my blue eyes with his silvery grey ones, that seemed to have no bloody end.

"I still hate you."

"Wouldn't want to have it any other way, Weasley," he said, grinning in a way that was both serious and sexy at the same time.

And then we went back to snogging. Because, well, whoever told Malfoy that I fancied him? They were kind of right.