Chapter 4

"Not a very nice way to treat your roommate Weasley," Malfoy sneered as he came into the classroom, a few minutes late.

"No, I think it was appropriate," I told him sweetly.

"Mister Malfoy, take your seat please," said Professor Binns, the most boring ghost and professor in the world.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," said Malfoy apologetically, "Weasley held me up a bit."

"Well you're here now, so just take a seat," Binns told him, starting to get impatient.

"Yes, of course professor," Malfoy said. That must be how he got to be Head Boy, I thought bitterly, he just plays nice with the proffesors.

Malfoy surveyed the room, and saw only two empty seats. The one next to a scary Slytherin named Adrian Nott, or the one next to me. As I said before, Malfoy thought that all Slytherins were jerks, so he came to sit by me. As payback his injury, he pushed his chair very close to mine, making me go red. Some people looked curiously at us. He never would have sat next to me before.

"I'm sorry, I just make her really nervous," he told the whole class, while I started kicking him from under the table. He grabbed my chin with his hand, and pulled it up so I was looking at him. "You okay Rosie Posie?"

I jerked my head away. "Don't you dare call me that." I said with a quiet fury. Then I looked away from him, and payed attention to Binns for the rest of the lesson, which was harder than it seemed.

Once Malfoy caught on that I was ignoring him, and I refused to even talk to him, he did almost everything in his power to get me to cave in. He rubbed his leg against mine the whole lesson. He would brush a strand of my hair out of my face at random times. He even tried passing me notes, which i took and ripped up the moment he gave me, without looking at him or what the note said. I felt like I was holding my breath all lesson, waiting for him to just stop it. When the lesson was over, I got out of my chair and grabbed my stuff as quickly as possible. I nearly ran out of the room, but he caught up way to easily.

"Why is it that I make you so nervous?" he asked me seductively. I didn't answer. "Oh come off it! Just talk to me Weasley. You don't want me to sit next to you again in Defense Against the Dark Arts, do you? I will if you don't talk to me."

"Fine! What do you want Malfoy? To talk about how that was the single most embarrassing of my life? I think everyone saw you! They would have to be blind not to! It looked like we were a couple!" I exploded.

"If you really hate me as much as you say, then why didn't you stop me?" he asked, smiling.

"I was trying to prove a point!"

"What point is that Weasley?"

"That I can ignore you!" As the words bursted out of my mouth, I knew that I shouldn't have said them. I stopped in my tracks, realizing what it sounded like. Malfoy stopped with me, with a huge smile. I started walking again, though now it was more running. Of course, Malfoy matched my pace easily. Stupid short legs.

"So Weasley, why can't you normally ignore me?" he asked mischievously.

"Of course I can! I just wanted to prove it," i said, trying to cover up my mistake.

"But why would you need to prove it?"

"I just wanted to."

"Oh, so you just wanted to ignore me. It isn't at all that you knew the moment that you told me to stop it, I would? You didn't ignore it so that I would keep doing it?"

"Nope. Not at all."

We had now reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where the three A's were already waiting for us. Malfoy didn't stop our discussion.

"You are a terrible liar Weasley."

"What about Rosie lying?" Al cut in.

"Nothing!" I shouted, my face burning.

"Well, today in History of Magic, i kept trying to get her to talk to me by using...ways of my own," Malfoy started. All three of them knew what 'ways of his own' meant. "Anyways, she ignored me the whole time. I would've stopped when she told me to, but she never did. Now she is insisting that she ignored it because she wanted to prove that she could ignore me."

"Rosie, thats disturbing on so many levels, I don't know where to begin," Al said, "Oh wait! Yes I do! What was that Scorp said about you snogging him last night?"

"Oh! That was his fault!" I was glad that there was finally something I could blame on him. "We had just agreed to the bet, when I was about to go to my room. He grabbed me, and pushed me up against a wall, and snogged me, and I could barely move. Then I slapped him and he told me that he didn't have to play fair in this bet. I took that to mean he would snog me as much as he liked, and there as nothing I could do about it. So yeah, he basically attacked me, and then threatened to do it again."

All eyes were now on Malfoy, who, for some, reason, didn't look embarrassed.

"You forgot the part where you snogged me too, Weasley. And you know that you could have easily gotten out when we went over to the wall," he reminded me.

Suddenly, all eyes were back toward me.

"It doesn't change the fact that you snogged me," I said defiantly.

"Yes it bloody well does!" Anna shouted.

"I thought you hated him!" Alice screamed.

"I bet 20 galleons that you two wouldn't get together!" Al shouted at me.

"We aren't going to get together! I do hate him! And it doesn't change anything Anna, because I got caught up in the moment. It is gone now, and Malfoy is just as much of a slimy git as he has always been," I talked as if he wasn't right next to me.

At that moment, Teddy, oh, I meant Professor Lupin began trying to get everyone the quiet down (I don't think I'll ever get used to calling him that). Yes, Teddy was now the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, and had been, ever since our old one had retired in third year. I was always so proud of him, considering everything my parents had told me about his past. He was an orphan, and my Uncle Harry was his only family (other then some crazy aunts and uncles from the Malfoy family, but they hate the Weasleys and Potters, so it didn't really matter).

"Okay class! We are going to be doing some reviewing from previous years! Everyone should grab a partner."

Alice and Anna partnered up, and Al, being the 'player' that he is, went and partnered with some Ravenclaw girl. That left me with Malfoy.

"Don't worry Weasley, I'll take it easy on you," Malfoy assured me, smirking.

"Wish I could say the same to you," I threatened, pulling out my wand.

"I'm sorry Madame Pomphrey! The spell must have gone a little worse than I expected it to." I explained, while sitting by Malfoy's bed in the hospital wing.

"What on earth did you do to him?" she shrieked.

"Well...I hit him with stupify and reducto at the same time, and they appear to have some...strange effects, when put together."

"Dear Merlin Miss Weasley! You have to give him a break!" she said, while leaving the room to get some medicine.

"I will when he does," I muttered under my breath.

I glanced down at Malfoy's unconscious body.

"Sorry about this Malfoy," I tried to say it seriously, but I couldn't help but smirk.

Madame Pomphrey came back, and forced some disgusting looking potion down his throat.

"He should wake up in a few minutes."

"Okay, thank you." I said to her, as she rushed off to some other patient. For some reason, she drew the curtains up around his bed before she left. Even though he was knocked our cold, I couldn't help but feel awkward. There was nobody there but us two. Teddy had been here earlier (since there was no way I could carry Malfoy all the way to the hospital wing), but had to leave to get back to class. I felt like I should stay with Malfoy. Even though I hated him, it was my fault he was here.

"I can't believe you are making me miss my third class, Malfoy," i spoke to his body again. I started to feel a little crazy for talking to someone who couldn't here me, so I decided to read, while waiting for him to wake up. My chair got uncomfortable, so I jumped on to his bed and leaned against the back so that my feet were up by his head. Well, they couldn't actually reach his head, so they were more by his stomach.

The book that I had was really great. I was almost glad that I didn't have to go to my third class. I was so into reading, I didn't notice Malfoy wake up. I didn't notice him see that he was in the hospital wing. I didn't notice him remembering the last thing he had seen was me shooting two curses at him. I didn't notice him see how close I was to him on the bed. I didn't notice him slowly put one hand next to my leg.

I did, however, notice it when he pushed very hard on that leg, sending me tumbling on to the ground.

"When you knock somebody out, it is considered rude to climb on to their bed," he smirked at the ungraceful position I had landed in. I pulled myself off the ground, and straightened my skirt, trying to keep as much dignity as I had left.

"Are you ready to go yet?" I asked him, ignoring his comment.

"What is our third class of the day?"

"Herbology."

"Oh, then no, I'm not ready yet. Fourth?"

"Free time."

"Yes, I'll be ready then."

Bloody git.

"Well you clearly don't need someone to watch you anymore so I think I will just-"

"No, Weasley, you aren't going anywhere."

"Why not?" I huffed.

"You knocked me out! You can't just leave me in this fragile state! Besides, who will make sure that I'm steady enough to walk? Who will let me lean on them, and carry me back to my dormitory? Who will feed me in case i broke my hands while I fell? It needs to be you Weasley! You're the only one who knows how to enter my dorm!" As he listed off everything that he wanted me to do for him, I couldn't help but slowly get a bigger and bigger glare on my face.

"You're fine! You can walk perfectly, and your hands aren't broken."

"I'm not willing to take that risk."

"Fine! Staring match. First one to blink wins." This was my brilliant solution.

"Sounds good to me. Anything to look into your beautiful eyes, Weasley."

I blushed again but ignored it. "Okay, ready, set, go!" I stared at him for a good thirty seconds, and he stared right back. After a while, he started wiggling his eyebrows in a very funny way.

Don't laugh Rose. Don't laugh. You'll blink. You have to feed him. Don't laugh, don't- but my thoughts were interrupted, when I started to laugh like crazy at how stupid Malfoy looked. I closed my eyes and laughed for a really long time. Trying to block laughter only makes it twenty times worse when it finally comes out. Why had I even been trying to stop myself from laughing again? I looked up and saw Malfoy smirking.

"I'm hungry, Weasley."

Oh right. Thats why.

"That wasn't fair! You make me laugh. Rematch!" I exclaimed.

"You never said anything about cheating. Now, walk me back to the dormitory. Then get me some food from the kitchens and bring it back to the dorm."

"Fine. But if you try to leave here while I support your walking, Madame Pomphrey is going to think you need to stay."

"So? I'll walk out of here just fine, and then you'll walk me the rest of the way."

"No way! I'm only supporting you if you need it."

""I do need it Weasley! I'm injured. Now, help me up."

I gave him my arm grudgingly, and he grabbed it to pull himself up. Then, we walked through the curtains, and he strolled up the Madame Pomphrey.

"Okay, I feel good now, and Rosie has offered to help me if I need it," I saw him wink at me.

"Very good Malfoy. And Weasley, don't be so aggressive please!" She said, and then walked away. As we left the hospital wing, Malfoy said in a mocking tone, "Yeah! Don't be so aggressive. My poor body can't take it!" He said it is such a seductive way, it was obvious that there was a different meaning to his words, but if I did anything physically harming to him, he wouldn't let it go, so I just glared at him.

We exited the hospital wing, and the moment we did, he practically fell on to my shoulder.

"My poor foot! I'll never walk again!" he moaned, "Weasley, please save me!"

And so I 'helped' him walk all the way back to our dorm, even though it was painfully obvious that he didn't need it. The moment we got into the common room, I dumped him on the couch, and straightened my back. I started running my fingers through my hair, which I always did when I was trying to calm myself down.

"You wanted food, right?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes!"

"Okay, I'll be back you moron."

"Malfoy, I'm back!" I shouted when I came back to our dorm. At that very moment, he was walking out of the hallway that lead to our rooms, looking guilty, but pleased.

"What were you doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing," he said casually as he sat on the couch.

I'll figure it out eventually, I thought.

"So, I guess that you actually can walk?"

"Yup, good as new," he said smiling.

"Great, well here is the food," I said, setting a large plate down next to him. I made to walk into my room, but he called to me "No! I need you to feed it to me."

I paced around the room, running my fingers through my hair over and over again. Malfoy watched me, looking highly amused. Finally, I sat down next to him, glaring.

"What do you want?"

"A strawberry."

I dropped it into his mouth, nearly making him choke.

"Next?"

"A piece of mango."

I did the same thing with the mango.

"Next?"

"Some coconut."

I froze, and looked at him. It wasn't possible that he would want to eat the same flavors that just happened to be the scent of his shampoo, and the three flavors that I love the most. I crossed my arms.

"Did Al tell you?" I snapped.

"What about Al?" He was laughing, but I could see the smirk in his eyes.

"Yeah, Al told you." I decided.

"I honestly don't know what you are talking about."

"Yes you do! Or is it just a coincidence that you happen to want to eat the three things that I love eating? And is it a coincidence that your shampoo smells like them?" I got louder at each sentence.

He was just looking at me with an innocent expression until I brought up his shampoo. Then, he just smirked at me for a few minutes.

"What the hell are you looking at me like that for?" I yelled.

"Weasley? Why were you smelling my hair?" He asked, with that same stupid smirk on his face.

"I...I wasn't...I didn't do it on purpose...I mean I..." I stammered, while Malfoy just laughed.

"Wow. Getting you to fall in love with me is going to be a hell of a lot easier than I thought."

"I'm not in love with you! You were just right in front of me during breakfast, and I could smell it."

He didn't say anything more to me about it. Just smirked. That probably pissed me off more than anything else would have.

We both worked on some of the homework that Teddy and Binns had already assigned us. Surprisingly enough, we didn't argue for the rest of the day. He continuously flirted with me, but nothing that bad...until dinner.

"So what happened after Defense?" Al asked. "Last I knew, Rosie knocked Scorp out, and then brought him to the hospital wing."

"You actually knocked him out Rosie?" Lily giggled.

"It wasn't actually that difficult," I laughed.

"Yes, but while I was knocked out, she climbed into my bed-"

"You what Rosie?" Al interrupted sharply.

"No, I climbed on to your bed. Then he pushed me off when he woke up." I defended.

"Yes, then she helped me walk back to the dorm, and she fed me-"

"You what Rosie?"

"Al, quit interrupting! But yeah, I did. He said that his hands didn't work."

"Yeah, she fed me a strawberry and a mango, but when I asked for coconut, she freaked out and talked about how those were her favorite foods, and how it was the scent of my shampoo, and how Al must have told me that she liked those foods."

"Which I actually did," Al put in.

"Yeah, but she didn't know for sure, and it was really funny, having her scream about it."

"Shut up Malfoy."

"Make me Weasley." that smirk was back, and I knew that I would have to 'make him' if I wasn't going to go insane from looking at his face.

I honestly don't know what came over me, but I guess I wanted to prove that I could actually shut him up if I wanted to. So, right in the middle of the great hall, I kissed Malfoy.

Oops.

I had a lot of force when I 'attacked' him at first, but then he started kissing me back, and before I knew it, my hands were in his hair. When I did that, I felt his lips change from passionate, to a smirk. Merlin, he just doesn't stop smirking. Fortunately, his smirk woke me up, and I practically jumped away from him.

I sat in my seat, breathing heavily, eyes wide with the shock of what I had done. I looked at Al, who looked appalled and disgusted, as did Anna and Alice. Lily and Hugo were just cracking up. I dared to glance at Malfoy. I really shouldn't done that. He, too, was breathing heavily, but with a huge smirk, which made me blush.

"You really do love his hair! Well, Alice, Anna, Al, just for today, I'll let you change your bet. But do it quick, because I think Rose attacks him again soon." Hugo said.

"That. Was. Only. Because. He. Wouldn't. Shut. Up!" I said, while taking deep gasps of air. I really shouldn't have been that passionate.

"Oh, so you were trying to prove a point?" He asked.

"Exactly!"

"Funny how whenever you try to prove a point, it makes it seem like you're falling in love with him." Alice stated.

I got up from the table, and walked quickly out of the hall. As I left, I heard all of the three A's say, "I'm changing my bet."

I cursed at them in my head, and made my way to the dorm room.

"Troll," I muttered at the painting, and it swung open. I was about to go in, when I remebered something that McGonagall had told us: You can change the password whenever you like.

I walked back out and said to the painting, "Is it okay if I change the password?"

"Of course," the painted version of Dumbledore said, "What do you want it to be?"

"Love," I said. It was the first word that came to mind.

"Very well the new password is 'love'," said Dumbedore.

"Thank you!" I said to the painting, and waited on the couch for Malfoy. I heard steps approaching the door, and sat up to listen.

"Troll," said the voice of Malfoy.

"I'm afraid that is no longer the password," said Dumbledore.

"What?" This time is was Al's voice.

"The young woman has changed it," replied Dumbledore.

I then heard tons of fists knocking on the door.

"C'mon Rose, let us in!" I heard Alice say.

"We need to talk to you!" Anna shouted.

"Scorp could barely breath for five minutes!" I heard my brother yell.

"Not helping Hugo," Lily said.

"Oh, just let us in! We wont even talk about the kiss!" Alice put in.

"Like hell we won't," Al mumbled.

"I might suggest that you stop yelling," Dumbledore said.

"Oh, sorry," they all said, sounding embarrassed.

"Now, what is going on here?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, Malfoy and Rosie made a bet that Rose would fall in love with him by the end of the year-" Lily abruptly stopped talking when she noticed that the door had swung open the minute she said 'love'. They all stared at me, sitting on the couch for a moment. I probably looked like a deer, about to get hit by a car. Then they all started yelling and running into the common room. I had two options: Run or stay. If I ran, it would look like the kiss meant something to me, so I stayed. That kiss didn't mean anything. At all.

They all took a seat, and eventually quieted down. They were all staring, and making me feel uncomfortable. The best part was that Malfoy had taken a seat right next to me, and kept smirking every time I so much as glanced in his direction. The room had reached complete silence when Al said decided to speak.

"So... I guess you really do like snogging him Rosie."

I hid my face in my hands.

"I really don't know what happened! One second he was saying telling me to make him shut up, and the next I...Well, I was..." I blushed again.

"You can say that again," Hugo sniggered.

"Listen, Rose," Al started, " I really want to be supportive of all of the decisions you make, but it is important to realize that, as your protective cousin, that was the most disturbing thing I've even seen. I am begging you, please don't fall in love with him."

Even I laughed at that.

"You don't have to worry about that," I laughed weakly at Al.

"So, seriously, if you aren't in love with him, why did you do it?" Alice asked.

I looked at Malfoy (still smirking), who sat up a little straighter at this question.

"You know, I'de like to know that myself," he said. It was the first time I heard him speak since I had...snogged him. Yikes, what a gross thing to say.

"Er...Like I said, it was to prove that I could shut him up. I probably should have...thought through a better plan though."

"Just a little bit," Al said sarcastically.

"Also, why did you change the password to 'love'?" Anna asked.

"Oh, it was the first word that came to mind," I said, blushing yet again.

"Yeah, because you don't love me, but it just happens to be the first think you think of," Malfoy smirked.

"Oh, just shut up," i sighed. His eyes lit up.

"Make me," he whispered to me seductively. I leaned in, as if to kiss him, and then slapped him across the face for the second time that day.

"Sort of deserved that one, mate," Al said.

"Whatever," Malfoy muttered.

"What a clever response," I said jokingly. He glared at me, and I smirked back.

The seven of us sat in our common room for a while, talking about other peoples first days. We steered clear of the subject of the bet, me, Malfoy, or anything that related, which I was grateful for. After a while, I noticed the time.

"Okay, everybody out," I said, standing up, "What kind of Head Girl would I be if I didn't give you detention for being out past curfew?"

They stood up and stretched, working their way to the door.

"Oh, wait!" Alice exclaimed, "We need a short girls meeting!"

Confused, Anna, Lily and I all came up to her. We huddled together as a group in the back of the common room.

"Can they hear us?" Alice whispered.

I looked around the room. All three of the guys were looking at us with curiosity.

"Probably," I whispered back, "But why does it matter?"

"Oh, I was just wondering where you and Malfoy snogged last night," she grinned at my red face. I looked around, and by the smug look on Malfoy's face, he had been able to hear us.

"Why do you want to know?" I whispered.

"Because he's just so hot!" Lily announced, clearly not caring whether or not he heard our conversation.

"Be quiet!" I half whispered, half yelled at her, "Okay, fine, it was right over there." I pointed to a section of one of the walls, and they all looked at it. Simultaneously, they all sighed with envy.

"I'll trade you, if you want," I told them.

"Won't say no to that!" Anna said happily.

"Okay, I'm positive that they can all hear us by now," I told them all. We all straightened up from the huddle we had been in. I looked at the faced of all the guys. Malfoy looked smug, Al looked queazy, and Hugo looked like he was torn between being disgusted, or bursting out laughing.

"Why would you do something like that?" Al asked me.

"Like what?"

"Remember where you guys snogged! It's just so...wrong!" He said.

"It's not like I'm just going to forget." I said defensively.

"Don't worry about it Al," Malfoy teased. I thought he might actually be trying to be nice, until he came and put his arms around my shoulders, "What with Rosie falling in love with me and everything, you should probably get used to seeing us snog." He laughed as I squirmed, and tried to get free of his grip around me. Everyone but Al and I laughed as well.

"Excuse me while I go throw up," he said, and left the room, all of the others followed behind him. Hugo took a moment to come and kiss me on the cheek.

"Good night Rosie!" he said happily, and then left cracking up at the thought of me trying to convince Malfoy to let go of my shoulders. Then the portrait hole closed, and Malfoy and I were left alone in the common room. I kept wriggling around, until I finally found a way to escape. I jumped at the opportunity. I slipped or of his arms, and then ran into by room, not bothering to look behind me.

I walked over to my wardrobe, and opened the drawer that I kept my pajamas in. Nothing was there. I opened the drawer where I kept my t shirts. Nothing was there. I opened every drawer, but no matter what, I was left to conclude that all of my clothing was gone.

"MALFOY!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I ran over to the door that lead to the hall and flung it open. To my surprise, he was already standing right in front of my door, smirking. He really has to stop doing that. It pisses me off.

"Yes Weasley?" He said politely.

"Do you, by any chance, know what happened to all of my clothing?" I tried to control my anger, but my voice was still shaking.

"Me? Well, yes, i might."

"Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where is all of my clothing?"

"In the bathroom," I could see that damn twinkle in his eye. He always had it when he knew that he had some kind of information about me that I didn't.

"Fine," I spit out, and stalked off to the bathroom. The moment I walked in, I felt my whole face turn red again, though I wasn't sure if it was from anger of humiliation.

In the bathroom, laid out all over the place, was every piece of clothing I owned. All of my t shirts and pajamas weren't the real issue. It was the fact that all of the bras and underwear were out as well. I could feel my whole body shaking. I turned around to see the idiot that had done this smirking (what a surprise).

"I...I can't believe you would...How dare you...Why would you ever...Go to hell!" I couldn't come up with a full sentence, so I decided to go with that. I slammed the door to the bathroom in his face, and turned to clean it all up.

When I had finished, i used a levitation spell to carry all of the clothing back to my room, and then placed all of it back into their designated drawers. I could see that Malfoy was watching me from his doorway, looking very amused. I turned, gave him the middle finger, and slammed my door.

I changed into some pajamas and flopped on to my bed. Two days ago, I would be screaming at Malfoy about how much I hated him. Now, I have snogged him twice, he has seen me in just a towel, seen every piece of clothing I owned, and all of my friends are betting that I am in love with him by the end of the year. This really has to be the fastest growing relationship in the world.