Aria: Hi again I seem to have lots of idea's for this FF and I want to share the chapters as soon as their ready so here's another chapter :) thanks again to those who have favourited, followed, and reviewed in between chapters! Thanks for the support! I hope you like this chapter :)

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Chapter 4 – Confession of love gone wrong

Rose's POV:

Yesterday Greg asked me out and I agreed because I hadn't really dated anyone and I was curious. The WBBC – minus Hugo because he was apparently very busy with something and trusted James and the rest to do the job – had approached Greg at lunch time and I was impressed that he didn't give in and run away – James can be super intimidating when he wants to be – instead he stood his ground. Greg afterwards told me he was a bit shaken and terrified which I assured him was totally normal after an experience like that. That aside I had a really good day yesterday I thankfully didn't end up talking to Malfoy all day – we did have one class together but I skilfully avoided him. Alas my happiness couldn't last forever as I woke up this morning to remember that I had Prefect duty with Malfoy tonight which was looming over my day like a lone rain cloud. The time I spent with Greg did make me feel happier because he would joke, be funny and entertaining as well as cute. He would complement my looks and my sense of humour – I was quiet flattered. For some reason Mya and Fie didn't like him much and I wasn't sure why. They had told me to be super careful to take things slow and I trusted their judgement.

By the time it came to Prefect duty I was in a good mood and determined to stay that way. I turned up a few minutes early and Malfoy was already waiting there emitting an aura of self-importance.

"Weasly, you're late," he stated probably hoping to irk me or anger me.

I managed to keep my calm and – somehow – with a cheery voice full of venom ask, "Afraid lack of sleep will routine your one debatably attractive feature?"

"No, that look would never falter under such conditions," he arrogantly countered.

"Over joyed, now let's just patrol already vampire," I stated completely disinterested and started walking.

He seemed somewhat amused by my comment and caught up to me. I took a chance glance at Malfoy's face. He was looking straight head and his liquid silver eyes – that make my stomach do flips and my knees slightly weak – were swirling with emotions. His expression was one of contemplation as he intensely concentrated. His hair looked slightly wind swept as a rebellious strand persisted in falling into his eye – right then and there I had to smash down the intense urge to gently brush it out of his eye. I tore my gaze away to keep myself from getting distracted from my patrol.

Malfoy abruptly brought me out of my thoughts and said, "So you're boyfriend…boy you can really pick 'em."

The comment made me look at him only to be met with the intense silver gaze. My breath caught in my thought for a split second before I retort, "Well I could say the same about your girlfriend and for your information Greg is really kind to me and is really funny." I was trying to defend my boyfriend but it felt weird to. Probably because I have never actually had a proper/official boyfriend before, I thought.

"Oh really," He replied a bit mockingly.

"Yes really," I try to say confidently but I knew he picked up on my uneasiness.

"You don't sound sure or happy," He whispers so softly I almost didn't catch it.

I was thoroughly confused by the comment as it sounded a lot like he was concerned for me. But this is Scorpius Malfoy we're talking about here, there's no way he'd be concerned for me, right? I thought.

I noticed that we were back where we had started and patrol had ended. Malfoy then said, "Well don't go and lose your brain to that idiot or else I will have no one to beat in my work."

"Narcissistic git," I muttered before I walked off to the common room.

From that point on Prefect patrols had been the usual fighting between me and Malfoy.

- 4 weeks later -

I was in potions sitting with Fie and Mya when Professor Slughorn announced, "I decided that to make things a bit more interesting, I would pair up students from the opposite house to be potion partners."

There was a whisper sent though the class but when the Professor continued and said, "It will be randomly assigned and to do so the ladies will be pulling out a gentleman's name which she will then sit next to also there will be no swapping or changing partners."

That made a few people grimace at the idea, including me. The Gryffindor and Slytherin girls lined up to receive their partners name. It eventually came to my turn and pulled out a piece of parchment.

I stared at the name for several seconds before it sunk in. On the parchment read "Scorpius Malfoy" so I looked around to find him sitting in the near back row right in front of Al. I hesitantly made my way to my seat. Once I sat down I greeted Al and Malfoy had his signature damn smirk again. I'd like to wipe that smirk right off of his face. I was relieved when Mya got Al as a partner because at least we were near each other. I felt bad for Fie though she got really bad luck in as far as partners go. Although she was also sitting close to Mya and me, her partner was the boy who never really said or did anything and would probably be hard to work together with.

Malfoy said, "Hey partner, let's try to cooperate shall we."

I was getting more aggravated by the minute. I tried not to response to Malfoy and work in silence. The strangest thing happened, while we were working we were in sync: like how I would have just finished cutting up an ingredient right before he needed to add it. I would occasionally look back at Mya and Al, and every time I did I saw Mya blushing. She has a crush on Al and he only runs his hand through his hair when he's nervous: he'd done that about ten times this lesson. Maybe he likes her too, I thought. I sometimes exchanged looks of desperate need of help – from her side – and encouraging ones from me to hopefully pull her through.

By the end of class we had an essay to write and Professor Slughorn suggested that we work on it with our partners outside of class. Mya walked out happier than usual and Fie and I couldn't wait to get out of there.

That afternoon I met up with Greg again in our usual spot in the Room of Requirement.

"Hey Rosie," he greeted me with a peck on the cheek.

"Hey Reg," I replied as we cuddled on a couch. It was like always relaxing yet not fulfilling. I didn't feel fully happy for some strange reason. There was something that felt almost…wrong…about the whole thing – like he was not the one I was supposed to be cuddling up to. I had never believed in all of that soul mate stuff but I think I am starting to. He tilted my chin up and kissed me. His kiss felt weird almost awkward.

After he pulled back he must have noticed my troubled face and asked, "Babe is everything ok?"

I took a breath and replied, "Yeah just a bit stressed with the extra work."

"Ok," he let it drop and then stated out of the blue, "Rosie Posie," I giggle at my nickname, "I think I am in love with you."

My body froze. I became extremely aware of how close we were – physically – and wanted to pull back a bit but my body didn't seem to be responding. I looked into his caramel eyes looking straight at me but felt no stirring of emotion. I then remembered the effect of a certain pair of silver eyes on me and blushed a little. I looked away wondering what the heck was going on. Greg put one arm round my shoulders and the other was on the bare skin of my knee which he then tried to slowly move up my thigh.

Ok now the alarm bells in my head were ringing. I definitely didn't want to be here anymore. I had the strange urge to have an argument with Malfoy. As soon as Greg tried to push me to lay down, I snapped. I quickly stood up and moved swiftly to the other side of the room, putting my hand on my wand protectively.

"I'm sorry Greg but I don't have the same feelings for you, Acceo bag," I grab my bag as it is flung across the room and leave.

I ran. I didn't care where to, I just ran. Without noticing I passed Fie and Mya chatting with Al and a couple of other Slytherins – one of them was Malfoy. I needed to be strong in front of my rival. Although I felt like crying myself into oblivion. I ran outside with the others in pursuit. I heard someone yell I turned back to see who it was, then I tripped and a surging pain went through my leg. I then hit my head on a tree branch. The last thing I remember before it all went dark was that it was those puzzling silver eyes filled with concern.

Aria: Please don't hate me for the cliffhanger! But I will hopefully update soon after so that I don't keep you handing too long :)