"Come to pay me another visit, Rose? Have I not made it clear I don't want to see you?"

This boy... I swear he has an alter ego. His cute, shy, nervous side shall be called 'Landon'. His know-it-all, seen-it-all, I'm-better-than-you side shall be called 'Davis'. Why Davis? Well, because I imagine, from what I've heard, that the Davises all act that way. Although, I've only heard of his mother, Tracey Davis, and his sister. I've been doing my homework on him. He's seventeen, sixth year, sexual orientation still being analyzed, O. W. L. scores said to be E's and A's, has a younger sister named Hadassa who's a Slytherin while he's a Ravenclaw, father unknown, never had a detention and once in a relationship with Lorelei Page. Boring, but keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

"Okay, here's the thing. I don't care if you want to see me or not. I'm here to tell you to stay out of my business." I whispered, ignoring all the looks I was getting. Apparently, today was the day to be in the library so everyone wanted to be here. Or they just wanted to do their homework at the last minute.

"Impossible. Your business is all over the school. Bad idea picking Malfoy to be with if you don't want people to be in your business." The smile he gave me made me hate him even more.

Just as I was about to say something I stopped. He was right. A lot of people do know a little too much about me. So I grabbed Landon's wrist and pulled him into an empty aisle. If I was going to talk to him without anyone else knowing about it, I was going to have to do it in private. Or semiprivate. Does it matter? This was as much privacy as I could get at the moment.

"Listen, Landon. I DID NOT 'pick' Malfoy for anything, and there is most certainly nothing between us." Taking a breath, I looked around to make sure there was no one snooping before saying lowly, "Yes, we kiss from time to time but it doesn't mean anything. Just keep it to yourself."

"How about you just admit that you like him and he likes you?"

"He doesn't like me. He just likes the thought of displeasing his father."

"If it meant that much to him then he'd go for Albus. Everyone knows his father would be pissed if he couldn't get children. Except by adoption. And come on, same sex relationships aren't exactly accepted by all. Not to mention the fact that Albus is indeed a Potter. They're like sworn enemies. Isn't it enough that he allows them to be friends? That took long enough."

There is just no winning with this guy. He knows everything except how to keep his grades high. Why the heck does he want me and Scorpius to like each other so much? Someone probably put him up to this. I'm going to find out who.

"You've analyzed this haven't you?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.

For a second we just stared at each other before he leaned back against a small table and shrugged. The one thing that's most angering about him is that he pretends that he knows everything and then pretends as if it's so freaking normal when it's not.

"I dislike you." I said coldly with a menacing glare.

"I don't know if I should be honored or a little upset. Merlin knows that's how you and Scorpius' relationship started off. A little hate can go a long way." Taking my hand, he pulled me over to him and I didn't object for some reason. See he has this sort of charm about him. He's mysterious and everyone knows I love a good mystery.

"The current relationship of me and Scorpius is enemies. I guess he has some competition now."

Whatever I was saying seemed to slip his mind as he reached out and touched my cheek with one hand. Then he whispered something about me being a distraction and how he shouldn't be doing this before pressing his lips to mine. It was only for a second and so light that I don't think it could even be considered a kiss. The silence after was heavy, in which we both just looked at each other.

"What was that?" I asked because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"I, uh, wanted t-to repay you for earlier when you kissed me." See what I mean? Complete psycho.

Confused, I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't find the right words. He wants me to be with Scorpius but he likes me too? What does this even mean? Every time I find myself even the littlest bit happy I end up in a confusing situation. I see nothing bad about Landon. Actually, I wouldn't mind dating him either. It's just that he's a little too observational. And a little too honest about the things that he observes.

"I think..." I started and moved away from him. "I think I'm going to go."

Before he could say anything I turned around and practically ran away. That was until I remembered something I had been meaning to ask him for a while. With a sigh I walked back over to him and gave a small smile.

"Can I ask you a question, Landon?"

"Sure."

"Why are you sometimes nervous and everything but sometimes I don't know. Uh, I guess you could say rude and straightforward?"

"Honesty is not meant to be stumbled over. Or so my mother says." He's a momma's boy.

)*(

The one bad thing about having Annabeth as a friend is that she almost always keeps tabs on you. She always wants to know where you were, what you were doing, or in some cases, who you were doing. When she doesn't know these things, she simply has to ask. I have no problem with it really except for the times when I'm actually trying to get away with something. That's when she decides to pounce unexpected.

"Rose, where were you a few minutes ago?"

Shrugging, I kept walking. Just a few more steps and I could make it to the Great Hall. But I knew I would never make it in time to avoid her questions in which I had no answers. Well, the truth was always an option but I'll save that for later.

"You were obviously somewhere. Now tell me."

"In the library finishing homework." That was the first excuse that popped into my head. It wasn't all a lie. I was in the library.

"Lies. I saw you finish your homework yesterday."

Damn her and her want to know what everyone's doing. Lately it just seems like everyone freaking watches me. Everyone wants to know everything I do. Want to know every mistake I make. Is this how everyone feels when they're doing something wrong? Or am I even doing something wrong?

"I was just in the library." The look on her face told me she knew there was something more. "Reading. Just reading." I added.

"Reading what?"

"Books." I stated slowly as if she were dumb.

As we walked through the doors I casually tried to get away from her but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her. She was going to get answers. Or she was going to try. I do not crack under pressure easily. After a while... yeah, maybe. But I'm used to all the stress so it doesn't really get to me all the time. I guess it depends on the situation I'm in.

"When are you going to stop using Albus as an excuse to get away from people?" She asked crossing her arms.

"I do not."

"Really? I recall you saying you had to help Albus with an essay last year when I asked you about Paul. When I asked Albus about it he said he had no idea what I was talking about. Therefore you were using him as an excuse. Am I wrong? Or am I right?"

Throwing my hands up in defeat, I stuck my tongue out her and walked away before she could grab me again. She's right. I do use Albus as an excuse a lot. And he's not the only one. I use Hugo, too. Not to mention Stephanie. Goodness, I need to stop this habit. Eh. I think I'll stick to it. No one's died yet so it couldn't possibly be that bad.

After saying hello to Albus I didn't even bother to sit down because for some reason Violet Parkinson was there. She was sitting right next to Scorpius and yes I could just sit next to Albus but I knew she was up to something. She was smiling like she knew all my secrets. Or maybe she was just smiling because she was sitting next to Malfoy again. The last time they had sat together was before they broke up. What if they're going out again? Damn the slut to hell.

"Hey, Rose. Just in time for my little announcement!" Violet exclaimed clapping her hands. "Where have you been?"

"Why do you want to know where I've been? That's like me asking you who you've slept with. Although I would never ask that. Who knows how long that list will take? If you can remember half of them." Giving her a smile, I rolled my eyes.

"Well, for starters. I just wanted to see if you'd lie. About what? About you kissing Landon in the library not too long ago." She said in a hurry. I guess she thought I'd interrupt.

Truth is... I was too shocked to answer. She just told my business not only to Scorpius but Albus too. What the heck was I supposed to say to that? I could easily lie about it but I don't think it'd work. What would I say? So instead of saying anything I stood there and smiled at her like I didn't have a care in the world for what she had just revealed. Apparently, I'm a good actress too because Albus came to my defense.

"Really, Violet? Rose isn't that dumb. Everyone knows Landon and James are great friends behind the scenes."

EVERYONE? What does he mean everyone? I didn't know that. I'm that dumb. Glancing over at Scorpius I noticed that he was smiling. He was smiling? What the hell is there to smile for? I think I do have a reason for why Landon is acting so strange towards me though. James probably set him up to this. What a plan. Get a friend to try and get your cousin to fall in love with the guy you both hate so you can kill them both. Fabulous.

"I'm just gonna... go. It's been fun chatting with you though. I'm starting to feel like a star with all the attention I get." I said before turning around and making my way over to James. He would be lucky if I didn't strangle him as soon as I got close enough.

The scenario's changed. Usually it's James storming over to me. This time it's the opposite.

"James. Can I talk to you?" I was most certainly not asking because even if he said no, I was going to talk to him whether he liked it or not. He just shrugged so I guess he didn't really care so I continued. "Do you mind explaining your friend Landon?"

"What about him?"

"He's been annoying me lately."

"No worries. I told him if he ever saw you to help you out."

Help me out? Really? The help he was giving me was only going to make James hate me more. Either James won't care or Landon doesn't really like James and is trying to get back at him. I don't think that's the problem though. This is confusing even for my mind. Are you as confused as me?

"Thanks but no thanks. Tell him to stay out of my business. You should do the same." Actually I couldn't care less what he did. All I had to do was ignore him like I did everyone else.

)*(

How I ended up here? I have no clue. How I ended up trying to explain to him why such and such happened? I have no clue. I think it's because I didn't want him to think lowly of me for going for a second kiss with Landon. Even though I didn't initiate it.

"Can I talk to you?" Why the hell was I asking a Malfoy if I could talk to him? Why the hell was I trying to keep up with his pace of walking just so I could talk to him about something that made no sense? Something that wasn't even any of his business.

"About what?"

"About Landon."

"Oh, I knew that he was friends with James all along. Though I'm guessing you didn't. So if you wanted to talk about that, I don't really have time."

If you ask me, that was pretty rude but seriously I could have sworn I saw him slow down a little. He wanted to hear what I had to say. Or that's what I thought. It'd give him a reason to laugh at me later, to bring up to embarrass me later, and to help him prove a point later. It could just be one of those but I'm going to take my chances and say all three. Everyone knows he likes to go all out. Thing is, I wasn't really thinking about the possibilities at the moment.

"Can you just stop and listen for a moment?" I pleaded trying to catch up.

"For all these years I thought you were smarter than me. Boy was I wrong. It's called walking and talking Weasley. Also known as multitasking. You should try it some time. It actually works really well. Surprising to some but already known to others." As he rambled on about multitasking I couldn't help but think that he knew about it very well from other acts. If you know what I'm getting at. No? Don't mind me then.

"As much as I love your sense of thought I don't care at the moment." I interrupted.

Stepping in his path I stood there and smiled when he stopped. He might not care about what I have to say but he was most certainly going to hear.

"He kissed me."

At first he just shook his head and then he burst out laughing. I mean full-out laughing. So hard I swear he was close to the crying stage. Of course I find nothing funny about this situation so I wait for him to stop. What the heck is so funny about anything?

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked after he had finally stopped laughing.

"I've asked myself the same thing." No lies there.

"So that was a waste of my time. Good to know."

Before I could even stop him he was walking past me again. Leaving me behind to wonder why I was telling him this. That was a good question that I hadn't even thought about before I came chasing after him. I never seem to think things through before I go do them. That just goes to show that I should pay more attention. It's too late to turn back now.

"Wait!"

"What, Weasley?" He asked annoyed, but he stopped and turned around again anyway, as I ran over to him.

"Say something."

"About?"

Gosh, he is so frustrating that I want to tear my freaking hair out. And I have a lot of hair so that's saying something. Why can't he just understand what I'm getting at? I just want him to say one thing to show he was listening but he insisted on ignoring anything I had said. Or at least pretended to.

"Everything." That was my answer. Some say that indirectness is the best route.

"Wasting my time." He sang.

"Your opinion?"

He shrugged and you know what? That's not going to be enough for me anymore. I'm tired of people just shrugging as if what I've said has no importance to them. If it's over something stupid, I won't mind it. But if it's something important, like now, I wanted them to tell me. Not gesture. The least they could do was answer with words. It's better to hear it then to see it. So I stood there and waited for him to start speaking.

Sometimes I break easily. And that can easily be proven by this scene in which I had to break the silence. AGAIN!

"Talk. You didn't learn English for no reason at all." And I dare him to him to start laughing again because I could use something to practice my spells on.

"What do you want me to say?"

And I hate my self for actually saying what I was thinking. It was an accident. A common accident. "I want you to tell me that you actually care about me kissing other boys." It came out a little jumbled and rushed but I said it. I told him the truth whether he understood or not. Do you know how hard that is? Good thing I don't even like the kid. No seriously. I do not have feelings for him whatsoever.

"I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that." The smirk on his face said otherwise.

"I said- Never mind. Just forget it. It doesn't matter. It'll never matter."

Giving him one last look, I turned around and began my walk of embarrassment. That was until he grabbed me and pulled me back to him. His hand went over my eyes and I couldn't see a thing. I thought he was going to try and rape me or something. I mean don't get me wrong. He's a nice guy and everything but when someone just does that out of no where you can only think that you're either about to get killed or raped. I doubt he'd ever- Fuck! My thoughts were cut off when he started to whisper in my ear.

"Say it again."

I thought about it. I thought about saying it again but then I quickly decided against it and shook my head to say no. It'd just be added to the list of things he could use to make fun of me. There's already enough of those so I think I'll leave it at that.

"You're smart, right?" He asked and I could feel his free hand playing with the hem of my skirt.

"What kind of question is that? You know that."

"But you never seem to listen. So do it now." I nodded again and he continued. "I want you to listen very closely. My opinion? I. Don't. Care. Now sit here and process that long enough for me to disappear."

Despite telling myself that I wasn't going to listen to him, I did. I stood there and thought about it for a second. Only a second though. When I turned around I saw him leaving and I couldn't help but scream in frustration. You think you're getting somewhere only to find out you've been going in a circle big enough to take years to get back to where you started. I know it well now.

"I hate you!" I called down the hall not caring how loud I was.

"Love you, too."

Because hate's the new love.

Dear Weasley,

It's like the Stephanie situation all over again. Just in reverse.
I just refuse to say it.

Scorpius Malfoy

P.S: I found this so I decided to send it. Don't know what you're talking about exactly but if Scorpius admits to anything. It needs to known. -Albus

Author's Note: It's been a while. Still don't want to post this, not good enough for me, but I guess I will. Had a little aftershock of a earthquake in my area so yeah, been pretty hectic. My sister had her baby and I had to babysit. In other words, it's just been a busy week. Lalala, thanks for reviewing and all that nonsense. You guys are freaking awesome. :3