Title: Nice Men
Pairing: Rose/Scorpius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 470
A/N(optional): Written for birdseyeview's birthday. She gave me the prompt: Nice boys don't kiss like that.

Rose Weasley was exactly the sort of girl Scorpius Malfoy had always wanted to date. She was attractive, intelligent, witty, out-going, athletic, and from a respectable, influential family. Yet every time he asked her out, she found some excuse to turn him down. Finally, he'd had enough. "I think you're prejudiced!"

She glared at him. "Exactly what am I prejudiced about, Malfoy?"

"Obviously you are prejudiced against good looking blokes!"

Rose shook her head. "I like nice men, Malfoy."

"It is possible to be attractive and nice, Weasley."

"Certainly you aren't speaking from a personal experience?" Rose taunted.

"See this is exactly the sort of narrow-minded bigotry I was referring to."

Rose sighed. "Fine, you can have one date, but if you do anything rude or arrogant I'm walking out and you'll never get another chance."

"Of course," Scorpius smiled, pleased with himself for finally wearing down her defenses. "I wouldn't expect anything else."

On the evening of their date, Scorpius made an effort to be a delightful companion. He showed up at Rose's flat on time, carrying flowers. He took her to an exclusive restaurant, where he didn't attempt to order for her, but instead made suggestions based upon dishes he'd enjoyed in the past. He entertained her tales about his job at Gringott's and showed real interest in her work at the Ministry. After dinner, as they strolled through Diagon Alley, Scorpius relaxed and talked naturally with Rose about everything from Muggle cinema to the new offensive strategy of the Chudley Cannons. By the time their evening came to an end, Scorpius was so well and truly enamored with the girl that he had forgotten all about his promise to behave.

Therefore, the chaste kiss next to lips that Scorpius had planned at the beginning of the evening was supplanted with gentle brush of the lips, a nibble on the corner of her mouth, and the swipe of his tongue against her full bottom lip. When her lips parted either from surprise or delight, he lost no time in probing the depths of her mouth and caressing her tongue with his. Her tiny shiver and the hum from the back of her throat caused him to wrap his arms tightly around her, while he continued to delve into the warmth of her mouth. When the finally broke apart, Scorpius could not prevent a tiny smirk of satisfaction from gracing his face at her breathless astonishment.

His smirk melted away, however, when Rose frowned. "Nice men don't kiss like that."

"Oh fuck, Rose… I didn't mean… it's just that I really like you. I had such a good time tonight… I forgot…"

Rose covered his mouth with one of her hands. "It's okay," she smiled. "I think it's time that I dropped my rule on only dating nice men."