September

Rose POV

The first day of school and I'm stuck in the prefects carriage with my rotten partner Scorpius Malfoy. We had to be there early, seeing as we're heads, but there wasn't really anything to do once we got there. We had already planned out who the patrolling partners were, and what times they were heading out as soon as we got our letters, so there wasn't much left to do other than explain it to the prefects.

So Malfoy and I were sitting in the prefect's carriage alone, in extremely uncomfortable silence until he said, "I reckon we should probably stop hexing each other in public."

"Yeah, we would probably want to save such inappropriate activities for our private room."

I covered my mouth after a moment as I realized what I had said, my cheeks turning red as Malfoy doubled over laughing. "It's not funny you prick. Sometimes people say things before they think. It's a basic human trait."

He composed himself, but you could still see the laugh behind his eyes, "Oh, but Weasley our private room is the perfect place for such activities."

I turned around, ignoring him. But he persisted, "Let's hope no one knows our password, or they might find us in an extremely compromised position."

I turned back around towards him, "Just so you know Malfoy, I would get caught in no such position with you!" I cursed as a took multiple steps towards him, cornering against the wall, "If I ever was to be found in such a place, which I won't seeing as it is the exact opposite of how a head girl should behave, it certainly wouldn't be with you." We were so close now that I could practically feel him breathing. What had started out as a plan of intimidation had clearly not worked, seeing as we were now in just about the exact position I had, just seconds before, said that I would never be caught dead in with Malfoy.

And then he kissed me. It was very quick, barely a peck, but he kissed me, and then he moved me to the side and walked to the other side of the carriage and sat down as if nothing had happened. I must have stood there in shock for at least three whole minutes before I came to my senses, "Bloody hell Malfoy what was that?!"

"I proved you wrong."

I stuttered, "What- but- I- when- you-yoouuuu- no. Nonononono."

"You said, that you would never be caught in such a position with me, and although that wasn't exactly what I had suggested in the first place, now you have, and I proved you wrong."

"But that- that was- Malfoy I should kill you for-" I shut up immediately and pasted a fake smile on my face when I saw the first prefect arriving. I quickly turned my glare into a smile and faced them, "Hello. I'm Rose Weasley, Head Girl. And this is Scorpius Malfoy, Head Boy," I said through gritted teeth, "What's your name?"

She replied, "Adelaide Cooper. I'm in Gryffindor. Fifth Year," and flashed a smile at Malfoy. Wonderful. Another little fangirl.

The prefects came in one by one; I already knew most of them, even the other Gryffindor fifth year, seeing as she was my cousin, Lily Potter.

We went through the list of partners first. Sadly, Malfoy and I had to be paired together, seeing as it would be seen as "unprofessional" if we avoided each other like "nine years old afraid of catching cooties." (Those may or may not have been Headmistress McGonagall's exact words...) After that, we told them that we, as the leaders of the school, were in charge of promoting Inter-House Unity throughout the year. The first event being the Halloween ball coming up in October. Everyone was assigned a task to be in charge of with his or her partner. Malfoy and I were in charge of getting the stage put together, and hiring musicians.

The rest of the day was relatively normal. We attended the sorting ceremony and the feast, but nothing was particularly strange, until we finished dining. We sent the prefects off to lead the first years to their common rooms, while Headmistress McGonagall led Malfoy and I to ours. She told us to set the password, so I chose the word Gardenia, since it was such a beautiful flower, and one of my favorites. Malfoy didn't get it though; he was going on about the secret meanings of flowers or some crap. I tuned him out as soon as I stepped inside.

As soon as you enter the room there is a beautiful fireplace, with a gorgeous wooden mantle, and what looked like the comfiest couches I had ever laid eyes on. It looked slightly like Christmas, because they had tried to incorporate both of our house colors, mine being green for Slytherin, and his red for Gryffindor, but it wasn't tacky at all. There were three doors. The one in the middle led to a bathroom, (bloody hell I have to share a bathroom with him) and the other two led to our respective bedrooms. I stepped inside to the one on the left, and saw that there was a Gryffindor emblem on the wall, "This one is yours Malfoy," I say as he sat down on the foot of the bed. He smirked, "You're more than welcome to stay." I glared at him, then turned around and crossed to my room.

I hated my new living quarters. I mean, don't get me wrong, the room was brilliant. It was the fact that I had to share it with Malfoy that was the problem. It was only the third day into school, and he had already crossed the. He was in the bathroom that morning, and I needed my hairbrush, because if he wasn't going to give me enough time to take a shower I had to at least attempt to tame the beast that was my hair. "Malfoy!" I yelled, "Are you decent?! I need my hairbrush or so help me I will stab you with pliers in Herbology!" He responded with, "It's fine! Come in and grab it if you're so desperate. Im decent ok?"

He was, in fact, not decent. He had actually just stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He had beads of water dripping down his chest, which my eyes followed until it was clear that the word uncomfortable was written all over my cheeks, so my eyes snapped back up to his face, when he was raking a hand through his blonde hair. "Well, it's right there on the counter, if you really were that desperate to fix that awful mess on your head you could have done it already," he smirked at me, obviously sensing my uncomfortableness. I replied, "You call this decent? Merlin Malfoy you look like a-" I didn't finish that sentence, because I realized that if I said what I had wanted to say he most certainly wouldn't have taken it as an insult.

"Oh, what exactly do I look like Weasley? Do tell."

"A stupid git."

He scoffed, "Of course. Just finish brushing your stupid hair and leave."

I raised my hand towards my hair in defense, but then I realized that he was completely right, and I couldn't do anything to argue. I could feel his eyes staring at the back of my head as if I was invading his space to the point of no tolerance. If anyone was invading someone's space right now, it would be him, seeing as we were in a bathroom that was almost ten feet wide, and he was currently standing, still only clothed in a towel, about two inches behind me. I whirled around to face him, my chin almost bumping into his face, "Alright Malfoy, what's your game? Why are you so close to me?"

"Well it's obviously making you uncomfortable, and I really love watching you suffer."

I huffed and stormed away.

Let Malfoy have all the stupid bathroom time he wants today. I'm getting in there first tomorrow, and then I can hog the bathroom until ten minutes before breakfast. The game is on.

Speaking of breakfast, I should probably head down there. I threw on my robes and hurried down the stairs. Maybe there would be pancakes today. That would surely lift my mood. If not pancakes, food in general usually does the trick.

I stepped over the bench by Slytherin table then sat down next to Albus, and my other best friend Jaedin. Jaedin is extremely smart, and could be totally mistaken for a Ravenclaw, but you can obviously tell why she's in Slytherin. Every time you ask her something that isn't what she's planning on having in the conversation, she immediately replies with a curt yes or no, then proceeds straight to the point of what she wants to say. She always speaks her mind, so you can always trust on her to tell you how you actually look, or if your clothes are tacky or not. She's also pretty much all of the stereotypes of Slytherin as well. She's one of those "a guy a week" kind of girls, but everyone still adored her. This week, her boyfriend was called Logan something, and he was a Hufflepuff.

Speaking of Hufflepuff. The Hunk of all Puffs was walking towards us Right. Now. Jaedin began aggressively punching the side of my arm, whispering something about broom closets and badgers. I tune her out very effectively however, because The Hunk of the Puffs was addressing me, "Rose?"

I flashed a smile, "Hello. The name's Beckett, right?" Of course I'm right. I've known whom he was for forever. He's only the nicest, hottest, richest, guy in our whole year. (Except for maybe Malfoy, but that doesn't count because nice certainly doesn't apply to him.)

"Yeah. Look Rose. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?"

I batted my eyelashes, guy mode was officially on, "I would love to Beckett. Are you free tomorrow at eight?"

He smiled, "Definitely."

I winked at him, "Perfect."

As he walked away Jaedin began hitting me in the ribs again. Once I inquired why, she replied, "Did you literally just get asked out by Beckett freaking O'Hara, Rose?! Because Oh. My. Gods. Right?!"

"No. He came to ask out Albus. Of course he asked me out Jaedin." After a slight pause I sighed, "Merlin, I honestly don't know what to do."

"Don't you freaking dare say that you have no idea what to do. You just scored O'Hara. You obviously have something going for you Rose Weasley."

I shrugged. I mean, she wasn't wrong.

The next day was honestly the best day of my life.

Well.

Maybe not the best. But it was pretty dang good.

Beckett came to the Heads common room and knocked on the wall at exactly at eight. Right on time. I straightened my Slytherin skirt (I was still wearing my school robes) and stepped outside, "Hello there Beckett."

"Hey Rose. You look great."

I beamed at him, "Thanks! You look pretty darn good as well."

He smiled and held out his arm, "Shall we?"

"We shall."

We walked down to a secret passageway, that only a select few and I knew about it, seeing as it was my Uncles who informed us of it's existence. We walked through the dimly light tunnel until we reached a trap door. Reaching up and undoing the door, I climbed out first. "Coast is clear."

We walked around Hogsmeade for two whole hours. We just talked. He was wonderful to talk to. We went on and on about how school was going, how life was like at home. He was quite interesting. He has three younger brothers, one of them in second year, and the rest too young to be at Hogwarts. When he was seven, his mother remarried, so that's why there's such a big gap between him and his siblings. He loves animals; he has an owl, and two dogs at home. He just keeps getting better and better.

"So Rose, what do you like?"

"Oh I don't know," I replied, "Quidditch, Charms, Walking…. And you. Obviously."

"Obviously," he grinned, and started leaning towards me slowly, "Is this ok?"

"Oh Merlin, Beckett this is perfect," I closed the distance between us, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss, and some of the strongest sparks I've ever felt exploded in my stomach. I pulled back for a moment and looked into his eyes, "You're bloody brilliant at snogging O'Hara."

He pulled me closer and smiled against my lips, "Not as bloody brilliant as you."

Another couple moments, and I pull away once more, "You do realize how incredibly cheesy that sounded right?"

He nodded, "I'll come up with a better one next time."

"Next time, huh?"

"Yeah. Next time."

And he pulled me close one last time

Oh. My. Gods. Jaedin. Stop.

At this specific moment in time, my beautiful friend was banging on my door at FOUR THIRTY in the freaking MORNING. I mean, what?! I ignored her and reflected back on last night's events, because that was obviously what she was so anxious to hear about. I began replaying them in my mind so I would know what to tell her once she figured out the password. (Because it certainly won't take her long.)

Well first, Beckett and I were talking. Yes. Yes, Jaedin I know he's dreamy. Anyways, we were talking, and then he said something sweet, and then we snogged. *insert shrug* I don't know, I kind of think we're dating now though? No, I don't know how we can be "kind of" dating. We're going out again for sure.

The next event seemed much clearer in my mind. I had come back to the common room at almost midnight; certainly not the latest I had ever been out, but well past curfew nonetheless. I stepped through the portrait hole, and ran into someone familiar.

"Merlin Weasley, could you be any more clumsy?"

"Malfoy. If I remember correctly it was you who spilled your potion all over the professor when you saw a rat in third year.

"You're right. But it wasn't really my fault, your face really is quite distracting."

Wait. Was that a complement? No, he obviously meant that I was ugly. "Not as much as yours," I say, gritting my teeth.

"Those freckles are almost as abundant as your annoying laugh flowing through the halls no matter where I go."

"Oh my laugh is annoying then?" I say, stepping closer. "Ha. Ha ha ha. HahAHHAhahaha-" I stopped as I realized just how many steps forward I had taken. I look down at my feet, and see a pair of red socks with the toes almost touching my own pair of green. I look back up and find myself face to face with a pair of eyes the color of unicorn blood and mercury, and my voice immediately catches in my throat.

"Well, well, well, Miss Weasley. Here we are again."

"Here we are again," I gulped. Why is it that only my worst enemy made me nervous when we were this close? It's not like we hadn't been this close before. That time when he pushed me into the lake in first year, he practically used his whole body to knock me off my feet. And in third year, when he reached his arm around me to put ice down the back of my shirt. But this… this was different. This was almost how I felt earlier today when I was with Beckett. How the bloody hell was this happening? What?!

That was when he leant so close our lips were practically touching. I closed my eyes in fear, seeing as I had absolutely no idea what to do when this is the second time I have been in this exact position with Scorpius Malfoy, my worst enemy. "I have two points now Rosie."

My eyes snapped open, "Oh my gods Malfoy! You're doing this just to win a silly argument?" I scoffed, "I almost thought you were coming on to me!" I clutched a hand to my heart dramatically, "Thank the Lord."

"Well you don't have to look so disappointed," he pointed out sarcastically, "It's only that I don't find you attractive at all." His eyes traveled up and down my form once as if confirming what he already knew. He nodded, "Night Weasley."

I turned on my heel and stomped into my bedroom.

"Rose Weasley! Why the heck didn't you open the door! I swear I've been banging for two hours."

I looked over at my clock, "It's only been Four minutes Jaedin! My Lord, just come in already." I didn't actually have to invite her into my room, seeing as she was already making her way across the room to sit on the bottom of my bed.

"Soooooo?!"

"So what?"

"What happened Rosie!?" I grimaced when she invoked my nickname.

"I don't know, we talked and then we snogged, then we came back," I shrugged, "I think we might be dating but I don't really know."

Then she asked the exact question I had planned, "How can you be kind of dating someone?"

"I don't know," I answered with another shrug.

I thought about telling her what happened when I got back to the common room, but now I actually can't tell if that really happened, or if it was a really vivid nightmare, so I decided against voicing my inner thoughts.

Jaedin sighed and turned around to walk down to breakfast when she saw Malfoy leaning on my doorframe, "Bugger off Malfoy, I want to leave." He stepped to the side so Jaedin could walk around him, but resumed his position as soon as she left.

"Malfoy I have to get dressed."

"Go ahead," he nodded.

I scowl at him with disgust, "Prick."

He didn't say anything, only kept staring at me as if he was observing everything he could possibly use as an insult later on, "Well Malfoy? Get out."

"What if I don't want to?"

"I told you, I have to get dressed," I say, throwing my head back in exasperation.

"I told you to go ahead."

"Well I'm not going to very well undress with you standing here am I?"

"I wouldn't mind."

I scoffed, but failed to come up with a response.

"Go on then Weasley."

I've made a plan. Merlin, I'm bloody brilliant aren't I?

I stand up and walk towards my dresser slowly, swinging my hips subtly. Obviously I look amazing, since I happened to be wearing my matching gray shorts and green shirt that night, that were probably way too complementing to my figure to be wearing as pajamas, but that's not the point. The point is that I made my way over to the dresser and pulled out my skirt from last year, that was significantly smaller than my regular ones, my normal button up shirt and my tie. I turn around, facing away from Malfoy and pull my shirt up over my head. I slide my button down around my arms and start buttoning it up. I get just barely over the crucial point before I turn around to finish buttoning the last five buttons. I look him in the eyes the whole time, daring him to say something insulting. To my surprise, he looks star struck; as if he had expected me to hex him, not begin getting ready for the day. Without breaking eye contact, I slide my shorts down to my ankles, revealing my modest black underwear. (Honestly it's not even revealing; they probably cover more than most swimsuits.) Then I pull my skirt up, slowly, because if he is enjoying this like the pervert he is, I want him to suffer. I grab my tie off the top of the cabinet and put it in between my teeth, beginning to walk towards him. Taking the tie out of my mouth, I fling it around his neck and pull myself closer too him. I lean in close, and whisper in his ear, "I win this time Malfoy."

I pull the tie off from around his neck and brush it off, as if he'd contaminated it by just being near him, then continue to tie it around my own. He stared at me as if I'd just kicked a puppy. "What?"

"It's just. Merlin, Weasley I wasn't expecting that. You'd better warn me next time."

I scoffed, "Next time?

He grinned menacingly, "Next time."

I pushed him out of my room and finished getting ready. I stepped out of my room and realized that he had locked himself in the bathroom already. Knowing that he would take forever, I charmed my hair into place and headed down to breakfast.

(A/N: the meaning of the flower Gardenia is hinting at their relationship which I thought was funny, so enjoy that one, I'll explain what it is later in the story. Also Rose is just SOOO modest lol. I love it. I realize that I made it seem like Rose had very strict rules and morals in the first chapter, but as soon as she's not around her family all of her morals tend to go out the window, except maybe unless they infuriate Scorpius Malfoy.)