Hi! I hope you like the story so far...hopefully I'll be updating pretty frequently, but we'll see :S . Anyways, please review! I want to know what you think :). Enjoy!

Also, I forgot to mention that I own none of the characters mentioned in the books by the wonderful JK Rowling. They belong to her! Oh, and the cover image for this story was drawn by Burdge-she's an amazing artist!

After I had finished my classes for the day, I returned to Gryffindor Tower. I plopped in my favorite chair by the fire and opened my books to start my homework. However, I soon found that I couldn't stay focused. My mind kept wandering to Scorpius Malfoy, of all people.

Why couldn't he have picked a different time? It can't be that easy to change patrol times, I mean that would mess up the whole schedule, wouldn't it? But I guess I wouldn't know, I've never tried. How would I even do that? Do I want to? That would mean double the time with Scorpius, working on the project and then patrolling together. That would be torture. But I do want a good grade on this project, don't I? And he's smart, so if he actually helped we could have the best project in the class. He would probably be too busy trying to piss me off to help though. Ugh, he's impossible.

Why am I even thinking about him?! I need to do my homework so I can have time to hang out with Alice later! And I need to find out how to change my patrol assignment. I quickly forgot about Scorpius as I lost myself in the assigned reading for Muggle Studies.

That is, I forgot about him until he showed up in front of me. In the Gryffindor Common Room. A Slytherin. In Gryffindor Tower. What the hell?

He reached on to my lap and pulled my book away. My eyes snapped up and I was shocked to see him there. His gray eyes were sparkling with mischief and he had a smirk spread across his face.

"Hello, Weasley. Am I interrupting you? Reading about your mum's side of the family, I see?" Oh, he did not just go there.

"Yes, you are interrupting. Are you really still focused on my blood heritage? You can't find any better insults to use? You've lost your touch, Malfoy."

"Ah, I see. Would little Rosie like her book back?"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that Malfoy. How did you even get in here, anyway?"

"I have connections everywhere, you should know that. The Fat Lady and I go way back."

"Ugh, okay. What do you want?"

"What, I need an excuse to come talk to my best friend?"

"We are not friends Malfoy. Now, really what do you want? I need to finish my studying."

"Oh, now don't get your knickers in a twist. I just wanted to tell you that I got your patrols changed to the 11:00-12:30 shift. So now you're free to come at 8:00 on Wednesdays."

"You changed my patrols for me? Why? I didn't ask you to." I reply, confused.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't know how to do it. And I wanted to make sure we got the exact same shift." He smirked down at me.

"I could've figured it out. I can't believe you. Why would you even want the same shift as me? You make no sense."

"I wanted to spend some more quality time with my friend, Rosie. Is that such a bad thing?"

"Stop calling me your friend!" I yell, drawing unnecessary attention from the other Gryffindors in the common room. "And since when do you call me Rosie?"

"Since I found out it bothers you." He grinned and walked away, out of the portrait hole. I stood staring after him like an idiot. What the hell just happened? Well, at least now I didn't have to worry about changing my patrols. Ugh, he's so confusing! I shook my head in disbelief, and sat down to get back to work.

However, I couldn't find my book. Oh my God, that bastard must have taken it! Fuming, I stood and stalked out of the common room to find Malfoy.

After checking the library, the Great Hall, the Prefect's bathroom, and all of the main corridors, I realized he must have taken it back to the Slytherin common room. And it's not like I could get in there.

I knew where it was, of course. I knew exactly the spot on the dungeon wall. However, I didn't know the password. I made my way down to the dungeons, trying to think of a way to get inside. As I was standing outside, staring at the entrance, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I jumped and turned around, surprised to see Scorpius standing behind me.

"Oh my God, Malfoy, you scared me!" Scorpius looked very amused by this.

"Is that so? I imagine you're looking for this?" He held up my Muggle Studies book. I reached out to take it from him, but he held it over his head, which made it much to tall for me to reach. He was already much taller than me, maybe 8 inches or so, but when he held it up like that, even jumping for it was impossible. I tried once, but I knew it was a lost cause. He laughed at me.

"Well, that won't work, will it Weasley?" He chuckled. I was furious.

"Give me my damn book, Malfoy!"

"Oh, you're a feisty one I see. I'll give it back… if "

"If what, Malfoy? You're wasting my time."

"Oh, and your time is so precious, isn't it? Well, if you thank me, then I'll give it back."

"Thank you for what? You've done nothing for me."

"I changed your schedule for you, and I'm giving your back. It's polite to thank people when they do things for you."

"Ugh, you were the reason those things had to be done!"

"I'm not giving it back until you do."

"Ugh, you're impossible. Fine, thank you."

"Thank you…"

"Thank you Malfoy."

"No, thank you…"

"Fine, thank you Scorpius. Now give me my book back." He handed it to me.

"Was that really that difficult, Rosie?"

I stuck my tongue out at him, immature, I know. He laughed and walked around me towards the common room. I rolled my eyes and stalked up the stairs, back to Gryffindor Tower.