A/N: I would like to thank sweetxsmiley for this idea, hopefully it does justice.
Disclaimer: …This is stupid, do I really have to say it again?
Scorpius had been usually quiet since his little fluke, and Rose wondered if it was because he was still tangled in her favorite color or he had moved onto bigger, better questions. But as they patrolled, he still didn't say anything, just walked with a set expression of contemplation. Which wasn't exactly fun for Rose, she liked it when she was torturing the crap out of him; so, being the smart girl she is, Rose took matters into her own hands.
She sighed deliberately, making Scorpius return to reality and look to her. "What?"
"Oh nothing, I'm just, bored, that's all." Rose shot him a small smile. "Anything on your mind?"
"No." He answered to quickly, so there must have been something.
"Really? Because you looked like you were deep in thought. Which would be a first since Slytherins have pretty thick exteriors." Scorpius could tell she was mocking him, but he didn't say anything, no need to make a fool out of himself on that, although he did glared, just a bit. "I was just wondering," She pressed on, seeing as he wasn't responding, "do you have another question for me?"
"Why would I have another question for you? Why would I have a question for you at all?"
"Because, you're always full of questions."
"Well, I don't."
"Are you sure? Because they're oh so much fun, wouldn't you think?"
"No, you answer with choices and then never even give me the right answer."
"That's what makes it fun." Scorpius shook his head and continued walking. Rose smiled to herself, then flitted after him. "Alright, how 'bout this, since I know you have a question for me," –Scorpius opened his mouth– "and don't act like you don't because I'm not stupid" –and abruptly shut it– "why don't you ask it, and I'll make a Gryffindor's promise that I'll answer it without riddles or choices."
Scorpius thought a moment, he did want to ask her a question, a lot of questions actually, but that would seem a little bit like interrogation, or stalkerish, and neither of those did he want to be labeled under. He did have his doubts though, she could just be playing him again. "Why should I trust you on a 'Gryffindor's promise'?"
Rose shrugged. "Well, if you don't want an answer, that's fine." She took off at a slow amble, seeing how long it would take him to come to his senses.
It didn't take him long. "What's your favorite band?" Scorpius cursed in his head, again his mouth went off without thinking it through. First the colors, now this, what's wrong with me? Scorpius sulked in his mind, and out of all the questions I could have asked, bloody hell; why did he have such a bad connection between his brain and his words?
"So you want to know my favorite band?"
The Slytherin took a breath, it was one of the questions in his lengthy list, why not have it answered. "Yes."
"Hm, well, since I did make a promise, I'll answer you straight." Rose pretended to think a moment. "Does it have to be a band or can it be an artist?"
Scorpius shrugged. "I guess it can be an artist, though I don't know any wizarding--"
Rose cut him off, coming up with her answer. "I'd have to say…Madonna."
"…What?!" Scorpius looked at Rose like she was some mutant creature that had fallen out of the sky and just said 'You are going to die in seven days.'
"Madonna." Rose repeated, keeping a straight face.
"Who in Merlin's name is that?"
"You've never heard of Madonna?"
"No."
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't, she is only the greatest singer in the world, both wizarding and muggle."
Scorpius's face went slightly purple as he realized the blunt obvious. "She's a muggle singer!"
"Yep, and she's brilliant."
"She can't be, a muggle named Madonna that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, how can a muggle singer be better than a wizard band, its rubbish."
Rose's brow furrowed slightly. "Well I guess only to those in Slytherin since you think you're all great and powerful with your stupid 'pureblood' which I bet you is tainted with some muggle blood just like the rest of us."
Scorpius's face contorted in anger; but because he is in love with Rose, he decided against remarking. Of course, that was in his brain, his mouth, well, that was doing something else. "It is not, I come from a family strictly of purebloods, unlike your blood traitor filth."
"You fowl, loathsome little cockroach." Rose flipped her wand out and pointed it directly at Scorpius's chest; he was too slow in reaction, and by the time he thought to grab for his own wand, he was backed into the wall. "You take that back."
Oh, how he wanted to, but Scorpius's Slytherin pride forbid him. Instead he spat, "Never."
"Alright, that new spell we learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts should do the trick, I think." His eyes slightly widened. "Now how did it go, oh yeah--"
"Fine, you win." Rose slackened her wand a fracture. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled.
It was a good enough apology for Rose, it was probably as good as she was going to get. "Apology accepted, and I guess I should say I'm sorry as well."
"Apology accepted."
"I said I should." Scorpius's eyes darkened. Rose gave a little smile. "I'm kidding, sorry. Now come on, if we don't keep patrolling Peeves'll find us and more than likely rat us out to McGonagall." She grabbed him by the forearm and pulled; Scorpius happily –on the inside at least– obliged.
They patrolled the rest of the fourth floor in silence. It was once they were on the staircase to the fifth did Scorpius bring up the subject before their little scrap. "So, you're favorite band slash artist is Madonna?"
Rose climbed the remaining three steps to the fifth floor before replying, "Nope."
Scorpius froze, boiled with confusion, then sudden irritation and slight anger. "But you made a Gryffindor promise!"
Rose had gotten a couple feet away from the staircase, which Scorpius still hadn't gotten off of. "I made a promise to give you a straight and forward answer, no riddles, no choices. I didn't say anything of giving you the right answer."
"But it was implied."
She called back to him, "You didn't make it clear enough." Rose was now a third ways down the corridor, Scorpius seemingly immobile on the steps. "I will tell you this though, if it'll ease your mind." Rose turned, halfway down, hands on her hips, "It isn't Madonna."
At that moment, the stairs shook and began to move. Scorpius scowled as he heard Rose's laughter. "Stupid loopholes."
A/N: There it is, um, I don't know if it's as good as the first one, hopefully it is. Yeah, thanks again to sweetxsmiley, if there's anymore ideas out there, please tell, I do enjoy writing this (yes, I know that sounds a bit nerdish). Anyways, yeah, hopefully you readers like it, review perhaps? Man, I say hopefully and perhaps a whole lot…