"I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!" Rose screamed at the top of her lungs. She was covered from head to toe in an ugly greenish slime, and her shoes squelched when she stepped. She had just woken up and stepped into the commonroom when a bucket of it had poured down on her. Her bedroom door had been rigged without her realizing it during the night. She had no doubt who did it.

"GET OUT HERE, NOW!" she hollered at his locked door. After ten seconds, she whipped out her wand and unlocked the door with it, throwing the door open and looking around for Draco. He was sound asleep in his bed. Rose grabbed a vase off of his side table and prepared to dump its contents on his face, but then she had an idea. She made a quick stop in the bathroom and wiped the green off of her face, then ran back into his room and picked up the vase again.

She put her face very close to his as if she was going to kiss him and pinched his arm, making him wake with a start.

"Good morning," she said in her most seductive Spanish accent.

Draco looked stunned, but not unpleased.

"You are so hot when you're asleep," she said, the vase poised above his head where he couldn't see it.

"Uhh...," he said, not knowing what had caused the sudden change in her usual attitude, and not awake enough to see what was coming.

"You jerk!" Rose tipped the water from the vase all over his head.

Draco jumped up in only his boxers slightly shocked to realize that he had half expected her to do this anyways.

"What was that for!" he shouted, although he knew the answer.

"THAT DISGUSTING GREEN GOOP YOU RIGGED TO DUMP ALL OVER ME THIS MORNING!" she shouted back, spinning on her heel making her hair spin around to hit Draco full in the face, covering it in green slime. She stormed out of the room, leaving a stunned Draco behind.

Rose headed straight to the bathroom. She sealed the door shut with a spell after her so that Draco wouldn't bother her.

'What an arrogant prat!' she thought to herself angrily. 'He looks way too good without his robes on...no! I shouldn't be thinking this!'

Ever since they had been made Head Girl and Boy they had been forced to live in the Head's dormitories together. They each had their own rooms, but they had to share the commonroom and the bathroom. She couldn't stand him. He was always pulling pranks like this on her and trying to show her up. She missed the old Gryffindor Commonroom.

She turned on the shower and hopped in, washing all of the green crud out of it. She was thinking of ways to get him back when she heard a knock on the door.

"GO AWAY DRACO!" she yelled.

"You can't stay in there forever!" he yelled back.

"Yes I can! Now, GO AWAY!"

"I'm going to come in if you don't get out in five minutes!"

"YOU WILL NOT!"

"YES I WILL!"

Rose let out a scream of frustration and threw a curse at him through the door. Luckily for Draco, he knew the morning routine well enough to have stepped out of the way already. He heard the shower turn off and glanced at his watch. She still had three minutes to get out of the bathroom before he would barge in.

Two minutes later, Rose burst out of the bathroom in a towel.

"WHERE DID YOU PUT MY ROBES!" she screamed at him, wand pointing at his head.

"I can see you're done with the bathroom, see you in class!" he said, barely containing his need to burst out laughing, instead using his famous smirk to cover it up. Just as he slipped though the door and shut it, he heard something smash against it. He opened the door a bit and peeked around it. He saw the smashed fragments of what used to be a wooden stool lying in a scattered heap in front of the door.

'Uh oh, she's really angry today...oh well, she hot when she's angry,' he thought to himself, closing the door and sealing it behind him. He smirked to himself and hopped in the shower.

Five minutes later, he was in front of the mirror, combing his platinum blonde hair. He stopped to look at himself for a second. He had really changed over the years at Hogwarts. Once a short, weak, pale faced snob, Draco had changed into a tall, muscular, semi-tan wizard. He and Harry were no longer mortal enemies, although one couldn't exactly call them friends, and he had long since dumped pug-faced Pansy Parkinson.

After he had finished dressing, he stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, scanning the room for any sign that Rose was about to attack him.

When he was satisfied that she wasn't there, he gathered his books and headed to breakfast.

Rose sat, fuming, in her seat, just waiting for a chance to scream at Draco again. She had found her robes under Draco's bed and had gone directly to class, skipping breakfast. It was five minutes until class started and breakfast was over now. She was still coming up with a plan to get back at him with when someone stepped into the room. It was Professor Snape, one of her least favorite teachers next to Professor Binns. He swept to the front of the room and began preparing for the lesson, ignoring Rose completely. Then, the first bell rang and the rest of the class began to file in.

Ginny Weasley took her seat next to Rose and handed her a piece of toast under the table, like she always did on the days that Rose missed breakfast. Rose took a bite or two and then shoved the whole thing in her mouth, swallowing it quickly so that Snape wouldn't catch her. Then, Draco walked in, talking to his best friend Blaise Zambini. If Draco was the hottest guy in the school, Blaise was definetly the second hottest. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He ran a hand through his dark hair and smiled at Ginny, who hid her blush behind her hands.

Rose glared at Draco's smirking gaze as he looked her way. He cocked an amused eyebrow and sat down at his table with Blaise as they started their potions. While Draco was concentrating on his potion, Rose quickly shot a chair-stick curse at his seat. He wouldn't be going anywhere for a while and would more than likely be late to his next class.

Just as Rose had predicted, he was late to class, and he glared at Rose maliciously as he made his way to his seat with a pass from Professor Snape.

The rest of the day proceeded as usual, with Rose and Draco torturing each other in every class. When the day was finally over, Rose headed to the library. One of the few places she could get away from Draco, because he preffered to do his studying in the commonroom.

Draco sat in the commonroom, doing his assignments and plotting his next prank on Rose. He thought about the look on her face when she had "woken him up" that morning.

'She's so beautiful,' he thought. 'Wait, I should not be thinking this! I don't even like Rose, I mean honestly, me? Like Rose? Ha! That'd be the day!'

Later that night, Rose walked into the Great Hall for dinner, not realizing that she was being closely followed by Draco, who had just pulled the prank he had been thinking up all evening.

As she was walking over to the Gryffindor table, she noticed that everyone was staring at her, and that some people were giggling behind their hands. She stopped dead in her tracks and spun around, knowing that Draco would be right behind her.

"What did you do now!" she asked, worried about what the answer would be.

"Nothing really, I just though your hair would look nice that color," he said, smirking.

Rose grabbed her compact from the pocket she had sewn into her robes and looked at her hair with dread. She screamed. He had turned her hair into a yellow choppy cut resembling an ugly dead bird. Rose took the most pride in her hair out of all her features, and Draco had ruined it.

Rose was so upset that she forgot her English and burst out into an angry torrent of quick Spanish.

"Idiota! Miras a que tu hace a mi pela! Ya no aguanto más! Voy a conseguirle para eso! Oy! Te odio mucho! No estoy hablando contigo siempre otra vez! Nunca!" she screamed at him while running for the doors, hands covering her face. Ginny raced after her, shoving Draco out of the way.

Everyone looked very puzzled by this, since most of them couldn't speak Spanish, but one Ravenclaw student stood up and said, "She said, 'Idiot! Look at what you did to my hair! I can't take it anymore! I am going to get you for this! Oy! I hate you so much! I'm not talking to you ever again! Never!' That's the exact translation."

Draco looked startled. He didn't know that she would react so violently. He left the Great Hall and ran to the Head dormitories. He found Ginny sitting outside the portrait hole begging Rose to let her come in and talk to her. When she saw Draco, she glared at him.

"I hope you're happy Draco, because she's in there crying her eyes out after being humiliated in front of the whole school," she hissed icily.

He ignored her and went inside, locking Ginny out. He saw Rose laying on the couch in front of the fireplace crying. He walked over quietly. He felt guilty for making her cry, and that was a feeling he had never really felt before. Sitting down beside her, he took out his wand and changed her hair back to the long curly Andalusian dark brown that it was originally.

Rose felt the couch go down a little and knew that Draco was sitting next to her. But, she wouldn't talk to him. He had humiliated her in front of the whole school. She wanted him to leave, but since she wasn't talking to him, she couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry," Draco said, his voice barely audible. He had never really apologized to anyone before, and he didn't like the feeling that came with it either. It felt like he needed her to say something back, like he had to swallow his pride for her. It was not a Malfoy type feeling.

She looked up at him, shocked. Did he really just say that? Draco...apologized? To her?

Draco was beginning to feel a little odd. Rose had been just sitting there staring at him for the longest time. She looked shocked. He had no idea what else he was supposed to say, so he stayed silent.

Finally, Rose said, "I guess... maybe... I can forgive you."

Draco was so relieved that he hugged her. Rose, not expecting this, jumped. Draco realized what he had just done and let go, stunned at his own actions.

"I uhh...I," Draco sputtered, feeling stupid.

"Let's just...uh...forget that ever happened?" Rose suggested.

"Yeah, good idea."

They both went to sleep after that, thinking of the next prank they were going to pull on each other.

The next couple of months passed as usual. Rose and Draco's fighting was now a normal thing, and nobody was surprised to hear Rose screaming at him each day, occasionally lapsing into Spanish when his pranks were outrageous. Most of these translations were lost, because the Ravenclaw girl seemed very reluctant to repeat these words into English.

Before Thanksgiving, the first Hogsmede weekend was coming up, and both Rose and Draco had to prepare the arrangements for the third years. On the day before the trip, they were both so exhausted that they hardly yelled at each other at all.

The next morning, everyone went to Hogsmede and the Head Boy and Girl got a break from duties. Draco went to hang out with Blaise and Rose intended to go and meet Ginny at the Three Broomsticks.

On her way to the tavern, someone grabbed her arm and dragged her into an ally. It was Michael Corner, Ginny's old boyfriend.

"Hey ya, Rose. Lookin' fine," he purred, looking her up and down.

"Buzz off, Corner," she spat, disgusted.

"Angry are we? Maybe I can help that," he said, pulling her closer.

"Let me go!" she shouted, becoming afraid. Rose found him disgusting for being such a prat to Ginny and trying to be such a womanizer with her. Michael had tried to get her to go out with him many times, but she hated him and had denied each time. She sensed that this time Michael was not going to take no for an answer.

"You're not getting away this time, Rose," he hissed, holding her arm tightly.