Scorpius set his standards perhaps way too high. He loved a girl who really hated him. To him, Rose Weasly was perfect in every way, more so than any other girls in Slytherin. He was crushing on her so bad! He wished he could see the day when he could tell her about it, when he could hold her hand, whispering things in her ears. And this growing feeling in him, he just couldn't shake it off. He looked over at the Gryffindor table with adoration. One of his friends jabbed him and told him:
"Go talk to her, or something, go approach her, won't do just to sit here and gawk!"
"I know, Zabini, I just can't. Did you see how they treated me when I tried very hard to be civil? Like trash! I'm nothing to her, I'm telling you." He said with despair welling up inside him.
Zabini had enough of this pining and whining and so he decided to go talk to Rose himself. He also knew, Scorpius wanted for his birthday, to spend just this day with Rose. That was the only thing he asked for. He really pitied the boy. Rival love was just so painful. So he swept to the Gryffindor table and ruffled Rose's hair. He knew Scor was watching him with intensity and he was really jealous.
"Rose, could we please talk about something?"
"What's it do you want, Pureblood Zabini?" Rose responded with such disgust in her voice.
"Nothing, just a small talk, your majesty. You see, I have this friend, who's been crushing on you for a very long time, he really hopes to talk to you." Zabini replied just as hotly.
"Oh, is that Malfoy? That pathetic little git, slimy and disgusting…" She trailed off.
"I bet you're having fun making fun of him right? I bet you're always laughing at him? Why Rose, do you not see he was always trying to be polite to you? Apart from your hate for his father, why can't you be nice to him?"
"Well first off, I can't really love a Malfoy, so chances of him and me together are practically none. Not my fault, it's because of my dad. Can't blame me for this."
"And can't you be at least polite to him in return for his effort? He's trying so hard to be nice to you. And he's different from the Malfoys, you know."
"I wouldn't know about that, Zabini, feeling protective of your friend now? I would never stoop so low as to love a Malfoy. Zabini, he can pretty much dream all his life."
"You know what, Rose, nevermind. I've enough of you." He strode to his table.
Rose smiled sweetly, a Slytherin down. She caught a glimpse of Scorpius Malfoy, fidgeting at his table during the whole conversation. She really pitied the poor lad. Why couldn't he choose somebody else as his sweetheart? Why her, of all people at Hogwarts? She hated to be haughty; she hated to have to be mean to him, though she had no choice at all in this matter.
All the while, at Malfoy Manor, they were thinking hard about what to do with their Scorpius' crush. He's never dated anyone else. All because of Rose! Astoria heaved a sigh. She commiserated with him. Draco walked in the same path as him before, loving Hermione Granger, a muggle-born. He did everything he could to help her, only to gain nothing. Heart broken, she went to her room. She made a list of things they could do to help him:
1. Invite them over for dinner at his birthday. Because it was what he wished for.
2. Having a courteous conversation with the Weasleys, the Potters.
3. Setting aside Hermione and so Draco can face his feelings towards her and having them spend some time alone.
"Astoria dear, come down to diner! It's served!" Draco bellowed.
"Coming right down, Drake."
She also knew if Scorpius did not win the heart of his girl soon, then he would have to marry a girl of their choosing. Because all Malfoys must marry, must bond with a girl and have descendants. Such was the tradition in a pureblood family. She desired to break the rules for once. He didn't really deserve it. She proceeded to write up an owl mail to the Weasleys, the Potters and their once, arch-rivals. It's time they set aside their differences. What a surprise it would be for them to receive such an unexpected invitation. She really crossed her fingers and hoped for the best.
