Saturday morning Rose was the last one out of bed, an occurrence that rarely happened in the Granger-Weasley household. Hugo normally wouldn't leave his room until much later, which meant Rose almost never saw him. Saturdays were the only days the owner of the shop liked to work because his favorite customers came in and it gave him the chance to do the necessary paperwork. Rose wouldn't need to be in until the late afternoon.

"Oh how the tables have turned," Hugo teased her as she hoisted herself up onto the counter, pouring herself a cup of tea with magic.

"What woke you up, some poor witch bang her head while sneaking out of your window?" she snapped back and took a sip of her tea.

"Rose, don't joke about that. And get off the counter." her mother chided and Hugo sneered while Rose rolled her eyes and slid off.

"Actually, there's a Quidditch match this morning dear sister. Every other person in the Wizarding World knows about this."

"You got out of bed before mum had even finished brewing a pot just to watch some Quidditch match?"

"Not just any match, it's the Canons vs. the Magpies." her dad chimed in. Rose perked up when she heard the Magpies mentioned. "Want to join us?"

"Dad, Rose hates Quidditch."

"Actually, I'll watch." Rose surprised her family and plopped down in the seat between her father and her brother. Normally she would meet up with friends or run errands on her day off, but she was curious to see Scorpius outside of the bookshop.

"See that big ball there, Rosie?" Hugo gestured towards the magical television. "That is thrown threw any of those giant hoops, understand?"

"I know how Quidditch works, Hugo, I've been dragged to enough of some family member's matches to get it." she crossed her arms. "I'm just not stupid enough to entertain myself by watching it."

"You're brother is very smart," Hermione defended while Hugo scoffed.

"Can you believe that little git that Albus used to bring around to family matches is now a Magpie Seeker?"

"His team beat us everytime, Dad." Hugo reminded.

"Well they won't win this time," Ron exclaimed and Rose snickered. "What?"

"I may not watch that often, but I know the Cannons aren't exactly known for winning."

"Sometimes, I don't even believe you're my own daughter," Ron shook his head and Rose chuckled.

Although neither she nor her mother would consider themselves avid fans, a saturday morning Quidditch match was never a quiet occasion in their house. From the time the match began to the catching of the Snitch, emotions and voices were high. Even Rose could not stop herself from jumping up and screaming at a bad call or when the Magpies scored. She normally rooted against the Canons to rile her father up even more, but that day there seemed to be more to it. She kept an eye on Scorpius while he zoomed around the field, watching for the snitch. Unsurprisingly, the Canons were proving to be easily beatable. Rose had never seen a more inept Keeper in her life, and wondered how the man had been allowed onto the team at all. Scorpius, on the other hand, looked like he was born to be Seeker and Rose was impressed.

Once the Magpies were up by 200 points everyone was ready for a Seeker to end it, Rose because she was tired of cheering and her dad & brother because they were tired of their egos being repeatedly bruised. So when Scorpius finally darted through the air and held his arm up, proudly clutching the snitch, it was natural for her to cheer a little too enthusiastically for normal Rose. When questioned by her family she said she was just glad to get away from Quidditch, and that's the excuse she gave herself as well.

Saturday nights were the shop's slowest nights. By the time dinner rolled around people were either going out or staying in, neither of which included a small bookshop. She only had two customers the entire duration of her shift and she started to clean up earlier than she would on any other night. The shop was entirely clean by the time the door chimed and in walked none other than Scorpius. Rose suddenly became very aware of her shirt, which her father had charmed so it would be stuck as a Canons jersey until she said they were the best team three times, something that she hadn't bothered to swallow her pride and do yet. Scorpius was the last person on the planet she expected to see. She was surprised enough when he had come on friday night, let alone a saturday night after winning a game.

"Interesting choice of fashion tonight, Rose." he greeted.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," she shrugged, not bothering to jump off the countertop behind the register like she would have normally done for any other customer.

"I wouldn't exactly call me an enemy and I wouldn't call the Canons my enemy either."

"You are when you come in so close to closing on a saturday night." he moved closer to her and she noticed that he didn't look as disgusting as he did after the match on television. He had showered and changed, but he still had the glow of victory surrounding him. He looked good, she thought before quickly shaking the thought from her mind.

"Do you ever take a day off?" He asked her leaning over and propping his head up on his elbows next to the register.

"Saturday mornings actually. It's a pity you didn't drop in then."

"Oh, so you did watch the match."

"I have better things to do then watch you fly around on a broomstick."

"Not even when O'Rourke let in 30 quaffles?"

"Excuse you, Malfoy, but he only let in 22!"

"So you did watch!" he smirked.

"I heard my dad grumbling about it later," she crossed her arms but he saw right through her.

"Impressed with my performance?" he prodded, not letting her get away with lying. She admitted defeat when she replied,

"Not really. You could have ended the game much earlier. I bet you saw the snitch before but wanted O'Rourke to suffer more humiliation first."

"A seeker never shares his secrets." she rolled her eyes. They continued chatting like that until Rose could close the shop and she watched him disappear with the a loud pop.

Rose would have bet money that that was the last she saw of the boy. That the week had just been a blip and they would return to knowing little about each other the next week. Scorpius, on the other hand, was hoping that the more he visited the more she would open up to him, and he was determined to get to know her. Before either of them really realized what was happening, Scorpius' visits became a regular occurrence. Rose wasn't sure why she let it happen. She was not particularly convinced that he had good motives, and she wasn't sure what she wanted from him. Rose had made a habit of cleaning up the shop early so by the time 8:30 rolled around and he came, they could just sit and talk. She had even started letting him sit next to the register.

Scorpius had worried that they might eventually run out of things to say. That one day he would show up and he would be turned away. But they never seemed to. They talked about everything, from their crazy families to memories from Hogwarts to Quidditch and the latest news. The more he learned about her, the more time he wanted to spend with her. A month into the summer and they had both made it a part of their own routine.

A month into the summer, on a hot friday evening, Rose sat in the shop, listening to Scorpius' match on the radio. They were, of course, winning and Rose was happy, although she already knew she would pretend to not be impressed when she saw him later. She cleaned the store early and was sitting on the counter, flipping through Witch Weekly, when he walked in.

"There was no need to dress up for me, Scorpius," she teased. He looked freshly showered, like he always did after a match, but this time instead of his normal joggers and a Magpies shirt, he was in dark jeans, a button down, and nice shoes. If Rose was being honest with herself, she would recognize that she was incredibly attracted to him in that moment, but she would never admit that to herself or to anyone else.

"This is how one dresses when they are the greatest Quidditch star England has ever seen."

"That doesn't explain why you are dressed like that." he rolled his eyes. They continued on that way, her critiquing his performance by making up ridiculous flaws and then talking about the ridiculous customers she had dealt with. At 9, he said goodnight and left, and she quickly closed the register. She uttered the charm to lock the door, when something startled her so much she dropped her wand.

"Rose," a nearby voice called from the darkness. Seeing she was startled, Scorpius quickly stepped into the light.

"Merlin's balls Scorpius! What the bloody hell made you think that was a good idea?" she cried as she bent down to get her wand.

"I didn't think about it," he said sheepishly, trying not to laugh. She sighed.

"Did you forget something inside?" she asked.

"No I have a question for you." he paused.

"Well go ahead and ask it, I don't want to stand out here all night."

"Doyouwanttogotoapartywithme?" he spat out.

"Come again?" she snickered.

"There's a party, at that new club down the block, and I can bring a friend." Rose frose. Never in the entire summer did she think that she and Scorpius would ever spend time together outside the shop. It was like their own bubble and a secret she had liked to keep. "I promise it will be fun." And for the second time that summer something about the boy in front of her made her go against every notion she had.

"Fine. But I need to go home and change." he grinned.

"A trip to the Granger-Weasley house, how exciting." Rose internally groaned. There was no way she could let her parents see Scorpius, late at night, about to take her out to a club. That kind of behavior they expected from her brother, but never from Rose. But that meant she could only bring him one way; apparition. Rose took a deep breath before offering her arm to Scorpius and turning, disappearing from the Alley with a loud snap.

When she opened her eyes she was hit with a wave of nausea, but she was in her bedroom with Scorpius who was taking it in, trying to learn as much as he could from her room.

"Rose?" her mom called from down the hall. Rose hurried to the door and peeked out.

"Yeah it's me."

"Did you apparate?" her mom questioned, knowing that her daughter hated it.

"Thought I would give it another go." her mom accepted this excuse and Rose quickly shut the door. "Okay, you sit here," she pulled out a chair and pointed it towards the wall. "While I change real quick." he followed her instructions and she hurried into the closet to pull together an outfit. Rose didn't have much that would look good enough for a Quidditch celebratory party at a club. She had a few outfits that she had acquired for different occasions with her friends but she couldn't decide what was best for this occasion, especially since she was going out with Scorpius. Finally she settled on something, charmed her hair into a slick ponytail, leaving a few curls hanging out, and fixed up her makeup.

"I'm ready," she announced and he whipped around while standing up. As soon as he saw her he could have sworn his heart stopped. She had chosen a black wrap dress with a deep V-cut, black block heels, and deep red lipstick that brought it all together. Scorpius wanted to take her in his arms and fall back on her bed, but he knew better than to try that with a girl who usually gave him only thirty minutes per day.

"Right, let's go then." he offered his arm to her this time since he had the best image of the club in his mind for apparition. Rose took another deep breath, but this time she was more nervous about the evening than the travel means.

There was a line down the block to get into the club, and you could hear the bass pumping from outside. By the entrance there were cameras and reporters, no doubt from the celebrity section of the Prophet and other publications. Scorpius led her towards the VIP entrance, right by all the cameras. Once they were inside Scorpius yelled an apology about the press and Rose just shrugged it off. She was used to press. She was closely related to Harry Potter and her parents were 2/3s of the golden trio. The night was a whirlwind from there. Rose met so many Quidditch players she wished her brother could see her in that moment. At one point Scorpius disappeared to get them drinks and Rose was left on her own.

"Rose Weasley?" a voice came from behind and Rose spun around to find herself face to face with Natalie Thomas, a girl from her class at Hogwarts, who was far more popular than Rose, had more than once been a source of insults for Rose, and was Scorpius' on again off again girlfriend at school. Rose forced a smile.

"Natalie."

"Never would I have guessed sweet little Rose would find her way here, and in the VIP section nonetheless."

"I'm full of surprises." Right as she said that, Scorpius appeared and handed her a drink.

"Yes you are," Natalie sneered. "Scorpius! How funny to run into you here." she pulled him into a long hug. Rose wanted nothing to do with the little reunion about to happen, so she quietly made her way to a barstool where she began to go through drinks quicker than she should have, watching Scorpius talk to Natalie the whole time. After 5 drinks (Rose usually stuck to one, if any) Rose made her way back to Scorpius.

"I think I'm going to go home," she said putting her hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"We just got here," he cried in protest.

"I know, but you don't need me here to have a good time." He shook his head.

"I'm not letting you leave before we dance," he grabbed her hand. "Have a good night, Natalie," he called over his shoulder where he left Natalie fuming before pulling Rose into the heart of the dancefloor.

One drink Rose would never had agreed to dance in public like this. But that night, Rose let go of all her insecurities and began to dance closely to Scorpius, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. Scorpius was incredibly turned on, and he wanted to know how Rose felt desperately, so he pulled her in and spun her around, leaving her to grind against him on the dancefloor. Rose was exhilarated, she had never done anything like this before, but you wouldn't able to tell, the pair were moving together in perfect sync. Scorpius didn't know how long they were like that, but when she eventually turned her head and looked at him again, he couldn't help but lean down to close the distance between their lips. But before he could actually kiss her, she abruptly spun around and took a step back.

"I have to go," she blurted out before scurrying into the crowd, not giving Scorpius the time to even say goodbye or offer to bring her home. He was left in the middle of the dancefloor, heart racing, and wondering if he had messed everything up.