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Scorpius sighed and put his head on Rose's bedroom door. He could hear her crying in there. "Rosie. Please talk to me. I'm sorry," he told her through the door. He heard the tears stop, Rose realizing that he was still there.

"You are not!" she yelled at him, her voice thick with tears.

"Rose," Scorpius almost growled, irritated. "This is the right theory behind transfiguring-"

"No it isn't," Rose said, staring hard at him. "I know what I'm doing, Scorpius. You're wrong and I'm right."

She crossed her arms over her chest. She was so stubborn. "Fine. Be wrong, but when I get higher marks than you on this essay, don't come crying to me," Scorpius muttered, before getting up and leaving the library.

Rose and Scorpius couldn't even work together without getting into some fight! He didn't know why he kept trying to win her over. He hated her, after all.

So, for the next hour or so, Scorpius walked through the halls of Hogwarts, cooling down. He didn't hate Rose. He lov-really liked her. He should apologize, he decided. Be the bigger person and tell her she was right (even though she was so wrong).

So he set off for the library, smirking. She couldn't still be mad, could she?

He frowned when he heard a girl giggling, pressed up against the wall by Finnigan, their lips glued together. Couldn't these people snog somewhere else? "Get a room," he muttered as he passed them, only to stop suddenly when he recognized the girl up against the wall.

"Weasley?" he asked, hoping it wasn't her.

Finnigan pulled away and stared at Scorpius. Rose blushed. "Yes, Malfoy? I was kind of busy," Rose said, pulling Finnigan closer to her, her fingers fisted in his shirt, the top couple of her buttons undone on her blouse.

Scorpius growled, his hands balling into fists. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded.

"Well, you know, mate," Finnigan said, smirking, running a hand up Rose's side. Scorpius took a step closer.

"Get away from her," he commanded, his eyes locked on Rose.

"Don't listen to him, Dane," Rose said, lightly pushing him away. She didn't bother to smooth down her skirt (it had ridden up pretty far on her waist), or to button the top buttons on her blouse (a little bit of her bra showing), or to smooth down her tangled hair. "I can snog anyone I bloody want to, Malfoy," Rose told Scorpius, scowling, crossing her arms over her chest.

Scorpius peeled his eyes off of the unusual amount of skin showing on her body, to glare at her. What was he supposed to do? Tell her she was wrong? She was right; and he was going to try to make this better. By not saying anything to her.

Dane, sensing a fight, stepped back a bit, buttoning his shirt up hastily. "Maybe I should go…" he said, motioning behind him.

"Goodbye," Scorpius said at the same time Rose said, "No, stay."

They glared at each other. "I'll catch you later, Rose," Finnigan mumbled, before turning away and hurrying down the hallway.

"Coward," Scorpius muttered at his retreating back. When he turned back to Rose, she had tears in her eyes. Merlin, he did it now. "Rose," he said softly, stepping to her.

She shook her head and turned away, running back to the common room, Scorpius hot on her heels.

Rose beat him to it, got inside, and was almost through her bedroom door, when she felt his thin fingers encircle her wrist, stopping her from her escape. "Let go of me!" She exclaimed, trying to yank her wrist away as the tears began to fall freely down her face.

"Rose, I'm sorry," Scorpius said, eyes saddened. He hurt her.

"You are not! You ruin everything, Scorpius! I Hate you!" Her voice brought him back to the present, out of that memory. "Get out of my house! And my life! I never want to see you again!" she sobbed.

Scorpius sighed and pulled his shirt over his head as he walked back to the living room. Time. That's all Rose needed. Then she would see how much in love they were.

Because Scorpius loved Rose.

"Give her time," Al said, patting Scorpius on the back. "She's upset, is all. I don't know what happened while I was passed out on her couch, but she'll get over it. You two just had a stupid fight."

"It's been two weeks, Al. She's had time. Ask her to meet me," Scorpius instructed his friend.

"Nope. Sorry. I'm not getting in the middle of this…thing between the two of you," Al said, sitting back in his chair, his hands behind his head.

"Fine," Scorpius muttered, standing up. "I'm going to talk to her." And he apparated to Rose's apartment.

He knocked on the door, his stomach alight with butterflies.

"Rose? Are you home? Please talk to me," he begged, knocking again.

He heard giggles. Lots of them.

The door opened and there stood a flushed faced Rose. Her hair was tangled, her lips swollen, her blouse (mostly) unbuttoned, no shoes, and her skirt ridden up. "Scorpius," she said, surprised to see him. "Can I help you?" she asked, biting her lip as she shifted in the doorway.

She had been kissing someone. Well, more like snogging. Scorpius' face turned to one of anger immediately. He tried to push the door open. "Who are you here with?" he demanded, trying to push through. He wanted to hit this unknown man so bad.

Rose stepped in his way, blocking him. "No one. I'm alone," she lied, trying to shut the door.

Scorpius stopped her and she sighed. "Someone's here. Unless you were snogging the wall," Scorpius said, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow at her.

"I have a boyfriend," Rose said, her face almost irritated. "So, can you leave? We were kind of in the middle of something," Rose said, shutting the door, only to have it stopped by Scorpius' hand once more.

"I came here to talk to you," Scorpius said, surprisingly, staying calm. "Can we talk?"

"No."

Scorpius huffed. "Why not? Send your boyfriend home."

"No. I'm entitled to a life without you," Rose told Scorpius, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"But, I'm your-"

"Baby, who's at the door?" A very deep, very male voice said.

"It's no one. Go back to my room. I'll be there in a sec," Rose said, not taking her eyes off of Scorpius.

Her boyfriend ignored her.

He came up to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and kissed the back of her neck. "Come on. Leave this loser, and let's go back to your room," the man purred in her ear, loud actually. He was drunk. But Rose wasn't. His pants were off, leaving him clad in his boxers.

Rose blushed.

The man was______.

a/n: so I want you guys to pick the man. Finnigan or Zabini? Post who you want in the reviews, and I'll get the next chapter out soon. Eventually, the reason Rose shagged Zabini will be in the story, so don't worry. I haven't forgotten ;)