A/N: Welcome to this random ScoRose story that kind of fell of my fingers. Initially planned to be a one-shot, this is going to be at least fifteen chapters long, if everything goes according to plan. Please let me know in a review if you liked it (or if you didn't, constructive criticism is always appreciated!), they are really appreciated!

A/N: 21/03/2021: As you can see, this is much, much longer than the initial planned 15 chapters, (27 and still going!). I've got a (somewhat) consistent updating schedule, and new chapters are up every other Saturday. I would really love it if you read this and left a review or two, and stuck with the crazy Rose we have here! Also, I will be editing my chapters, just correcting spelling mistakes, punctuation, grammar etc. but there won't be any major plot changes!

Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and generally anything magic belong to J.K. Rowling and no money is being made from this production.

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The author(s) of this How-To is unknown. The reader does not know them. The reader will not know them. If the reader finds out who they are, the reader will be obliviated. The reader is strongly encouraged to keep that in mind for the duration of the ownership of this book. This is an easy guide to appreciating Malfoy hair. Clearly the reader thinks the reader needs this, or someone in the reader's close entourage thinks the reader does. You poor child. The author(s) of this How-To feels very sorry for the reader. How can anyone not appreciate Malfoy hair? I mean, has the reader seen it? Sure, their reputation is perhaps not the best, but the hair, THE HAIR! You poor, poor child.

Please note that while this guide is absolutely fault-proof and the reader will succeed in appreciating Malfoy hair, each step may entail unfortunate side-effects which the author(s) of this How-To is not responsible for. Also, the steps should be followed scrupulously; the reader, though encouraged to take initiatives, will have better results if the instructions are followed perfectly. All complaints should be sent to How-To Books and Co.

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1. Dye his hair red and gold

Note: This step may, however, result in a change in the reader's own hair. The author(s) remind the reader that all complaints should be sent to How-To books and Co.

Now this was easy. Very easy. It wasn't as if her uncle was George Weasley, owner of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, and that he had been encouraging her to change her entourage's physique multiple times a year (or just, you know, every time she saw him. She learned to stay away from "Rainbow Raisins" since she was 5). And it definitely wasn't as though Rose Weasley was currently holding a mini-war with Scorpius Malfoy ever since her fifth year and now in sixth year, that made a little more than a year of fighting, battles won and lost. Okay, maybe that didn't seem very impressive, but in Rose's mind, it did take a lot of significance, thank you very much.

She had ignored him perfectly well for the first fourteen years of her life, as recommended by her father and despite his friendship with Albus. But then, of course, he and Albus just had to go and save the world from Delphi and Voldemort (which she was grateful for of course, but still) but gave the annoying prat a burst of confidence, making him flirt mockingly with her (at her rather, but Rose doubted grammar liked that syntax) which she was sure was just a way to drive her crazy. And then, when that clearly wasn't enough, he tried out for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and of course he got in, and stolen her victory at their first game. It still wasn't enough for him though, unfortunately, and suddenly decided to reveal he was actually really good at all of her subjects (yes, because they had all the same subjects, infuriatingly) and threatened her position at the top of the class.

Needless to say, that was war.

And hence for the next couple of years, they fought relentlessly, on the pitch and in the classroom, still having his grip on Albus. At least he had stopped flirting with her (though that possibly had something to do with the fact that saving the world attracted a lot of stupid teenagers, so flirting with another girl did possibly not suit with his numerous girlfriends). They glared at each other across the corridors, sending little charms and jinxes at one another.

So dying his hair gold and red? Easy peasy lemon squeezy. She was top of her charms class after all, though he was a very close second, too close for her liking. She was actually surprised that a stupid book had to give her the idea of doing it.

Also, what was this stupid book anyway? Why was she reading it? There was only one step on it, and if it thought she was going to appreciate Malfoy's hair from just dyeing his hair, boy was it wrong. She hadn't even planned to do anything but the promise of a delicious public humiliation was too strong to resist. She didn't even want to appreciate Malfoy hair, for Merlin's sake! She would have to ask Lizzie Boot later on if this was her book. That girl was absolutely boy-crazy, and unfortunately also her best friend. Or maybe Lizzie bought it for her?! That would barely surprise her either. Lizzie loved a good "star-crossed lovers" jig, and the book did say someone in the reader's close entourage. If it was Lizzie, she and Rose were going to have a little talk.

Anyway, she had a prank to pull, and was rather conveniently in Defence Against the Dark Arts. This was perfect, because this was one of the classes with the most people in it. Perfect, more people to see the humiliation. And perfect, because it was going to perfectly pass off as self-defence.

Hogwarts had changed a lot since the time her parents were sat in its classrooms. Firstly, there were now over 800 students at school, and there were no longer 10 students per house per year but rather 30. Where there used to be one girl's first-year Gryffindor Dormitory, there were now 3 dorms of five. And with more students came more teachers

Professor Windylow, who was one of the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers and who only taught NEWT level students had been explaining on about non-verbal spells from about the beginning of the year, and now finally, after Halloween, she was doing a practical lesson.

An attempt at unifying the Houses at school, all while retaining the essential House competition which made Hogwarts, well, Hogwarts had resulted in mixed classes, and a lot of subjects had students from every house attending. Right now, in the classroom, there were 8 Gryffindors, 9 Slytherins, 7 Ravenclaws and 6 Hufflepuffs. Of course, Houses had classes together in certain subjects, and in others there were two houses only but mixing and mingling had become an important value at school. Add electives and basically Headmistress McGonagall was beside herself all summer trying to figure out timetables.

"All right, now pick your partners. Partners with whom you can work with," Professor Windylow glared at Jay Lee and Benjamin Robins who were snickering in a corner, the endless pranksters. "I consider you old enough to make reasonable pairings without me intervening. Don't prove me wrong or I will be assigning partners." There was a groan in the classroom. "That's right. Now hurry up".

Rose grabbed Albus, who was busy flirting with Adele Longbottom, a Hufflepuff, before he could say a word. Rose's relationship with Albus had improved a lot since he saved the world (which was shallow of her according to him, but merely circumstantial according to her).

"Aww, Rose. Why me?" he whined.

"Because. You need to concentrate on this lesson. Trust me."

"Pff, whatever."

"But you love me anyway". She grinned at him. His gaze returned to Adele for a moment and used his inattention to sneak a glance at Malfoy. He was stuck with Elisa Zabini, who was clearly flirting with him, though he look uncomfortable, back turned to her. Perfect. An evil smile spread on her face.

"Places!" Professor Windylow called. "We'll start with an easy expelliarmus and protego. I don't expect you to manage on your first try, but I do not want to hear your voices."

An awkward silence settled as the students started to try and cast with their mouths firmly shut (though a couple of murmurs could be heard). Rose disarmed her brainless cousin after a few tries.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

Professor Windylow came over, looking impressed. "Well done, Miss Weasley! 5 points to Gryffindor."

Rose turned round momentarily to smirk at Malfoy, who glared at her and returned to his spells, more determined than ever. Perfect. Now he wasn't paying attention to her at all.

She tried to make Albus disarm her throughout the lesson, rolling her eyes every time he couldn't.

"Come on Al, it's not that difficult."

"Yeah, right."

Finally, he managed to cast the spell, but Rose had already prepared her protego and her dearest cousin's wand flew across the wand and hit Adele Longbottom square between the eyes, much to Jay and Benjamin's pleasure. Albus blushed and rushed over to help her, asking for forgiveness.

Malfoy, who still hadn't managed looked absolutely furious as she taunted: "What's wrong Malfoy, still not managed to get a spell out? Must be embarrassing."

"At least I manage to brew a potion correctly." Ooh, low blow. Rose had accidentally added too many Wolf Whiskers in her Dragon Pox Cure last practical Potions. Or rather, Malfoy kindly added too many Wolf Whiskers in her Dragon Pox cure last practical potions and laughed with glee as it disappeared before her very eyes.

"Yeah sure, want to talk about your Astronomy chart last week?" All it took was a little swelling spell on his lens and then all the calculations went awry. Also known as revenge for that time in transfiguration her mouse was lulled away by a tasty bit of cheese is someone's hand making it impossible for her to complete the assignment.

"Shut up, Gryffindork." He blushed furiously, the colour contrasting greatly with his pale white blond hair.

Time to make them match, thought Rose, and more importantly, time for revenge. How perfect. He turned his back to her again and threw himself into his work. Only five minutes left to class, you could tell he was feeling the pressure to perform well. Rose muttered a quick charm under her breath and had to stifle a laugh as his hair turned a vivid red, with charming gold streaks. It was pretty well done, some of her best work, thought Rose smugly. The look of horror on Elisa's face in front of him was priceless, as was his own of incomprehension.

The bell rang at that moment and Rose rushed before Malfoy could blame her for anything that had happened.

"Good one," Thomas Vance, a fellow Gryffindor told her as he walked out.

"Oh thanks. I do hope he's happy he matches the dear Gryffindor colours," she said smugly.

"I'm sure he's delighted. That was some pretty complicated charms work. Care to teach me one day?"

"Do you need tutoring?" Rose asked frowning.

"Maybe, or maybe not?" he replied a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Or is it a date perhaps?"

"Can be if you want it to be." He smiled nervously. Thomas was cute, hard-working and fellow Prefect. Rose had been hoping to catch his eye for some time.

"Well, I guess I do, then. Thursday, 5PM, in the library?"

"It's a date. See you around Rose." Rose blushed and smiled as she waved him goodbye. The dirty look she received from Malfoy as he walked out of the classroom only added to her good mood, as he stormed out with his beautiful new colouring, which probably wouldn't leave for some time if she'd gotten the movement right.

Lizzie scooted up next to her. "Did I just dream or did Thomas Vance just ask you out on a date?"

"Technically, I set the date."

"Whatever. Damn it, why do you always attract the cute ones?" Rose laughed at her friend's annoyance. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Well, I think Jay Lee is back on the market. He'll have to do."

Suddenly Rose remembered: "Lizzie, did you buy me a book?"

"A book?"

"You know, those things with the pages? You're vaguely familiar?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Yes, thank you Rose. No, I didn't buy you a book. Why'd you ask?"

Rose's mind was reeling. All right, who thought this was funny? If it wasn't Lizzie, maybe it was one of her cousins, this was something they would do, and if so, they were going to have a more thorough experience of her fabulous charm work. Or maybe it was Malfoy himself, but she would die before she confronted him about this.

"No reason." She smiled back at her best friend before rushing to Arithmancy, where she was even more pleased to see Malfoy still drying his hair and red and gold colours still as bright as ever, as the rest of the class snickered at him.

However, next morning, Rose realised she probably should have read the little characters underneath the first step more carefully and boy were How-To Books going to receive her complaints. The first thing she saw that morning when she dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom was her red hair turned a flaming green with silver streaks. Already that she had been cursed with her father's red hair and her mother's bushy mane (yes, a curse. Rose would've liked to see you have a most unfortunate colouring and have to spend hours battling her hair trying to tame into a simple pony tail) but this was too much. She would take ugly carrot red over Slytherin colours any morning.

After trying all the spells and potions she knew that might return her hair back to normal and failing miserably (she had even tried the same charm as she had performed on Malfoy, uselessly), she stormed back into the dorm, under her roommates amused glances. Lizzie burst out laughing, Emma McHale looked and Kiko Kurogana and Helen Anister just looked at her in open shock Damn him for being so bloody good at charms too (and probably better, if she was being truly honest with herself).

She marched into the Great Hall for breakfast, her hair tightly pinned down in her usual bun (she had considered the hat, but it was even more ridiculous). If she was going to keep this colour, she's better be proud about it. Her hair got a few shocked glances from the people she passed and the Slytherin table whistled at her.

"Loving the new colour, Weasley!" Malfoy taunted from across the Hall.

"Speak for yourself, Malfoy," she called back, earning herself a laugh from Gryffindor. She sat down next to Lizzie and found Thomas on her left.

"You know," He told her, "I don't think it looks too bad, brings out the green in your eyes."

"Thanks." She smiled feebly at him, but her mind was still full of anger at Malfoy. He was provoked, by you, a voice said in the back of her mind, which she promptly ignored. Damn that stupid book, and damn that stupid fine print (how could it possibly have known this could have happened? Stupid book) and damn Scorpius Malfoy for getting on her nerves all the time

"Pass the marmalade, please," Rose grumbled. Well, this was going to get interesting, wasn't it?

A/N: Please let me know if you like it. I've got about 20,000 more words already written and can't wait to post them! And don't forget to stay safe!

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