March

Jaedin had approved. In fact, she more than approved. We weren't even an item, we still hated each other, and Jaedin was already planning our wedding.

She had been going only like this for a month now. March 20th and she was on another rant about how she should have snagged Scorpius earlier, because she couldn't believe that someone so fit had gone for me.

"Merlin Jaedin, will you please shut up? I'm trying to write my charms essay."

She responded, "I know exactly what you can write about. Scorpius Malfoy," she spread her arm in front of her like she was displaying an extravagant idea, "The epitome of charm."

"You know very well that charms is spells, and Malfoy isn't even all that charming."

"Then why did you snog him?"

"That was over a month ago."

She crossed her arms, "I can't believe that it hasn't happened again. I mean, how much of an idiot can you be to not pursue Scorpius Malfoy? Especially when he has a thing for you."

"He doesn't have a thing for me. He just thinks I'm attractive, and it was a spur of the moment thing," I waved my hand in the air dismissively.

"A person doesn't act like that just because they find someone attractive Rose."

"Oh so I'm not attractive now?"

"No, it's just more than that."

"There is nothing more than that. It's not happening again."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know how to control myself."

"Yeah. Snogging your worst enemy moments after your cousin left the room sounds like heaps of self control mate."

I ignored her for the rest of the class period.

Quidditch. The best sport in the world, and the final competition for the school was in about seven minutes. It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin, obviously, and I was in the stands cheering loudly for my Green Quidditch-attired friends.

We were only in the finals because we beat Hufflepuff last game. It was really close though. If we hadn't caught the snitch Hufflepuff would've creamed us. Thank Albus for being a brilliant flyer.

Unfortunately, Albus seemed a bit distracted today. He's been staring at Alice Longbottom for the better part of an hour now, and he certainly doesn't seem to have his head in the game. I'd better go snap him out of it because if he doesn't start paying attention Gryffindor is going to annihilate us.

"Albus, sweetie. If you don't snap out of it in the next three minutes I swear I will punch you myself."

"Rose. Calm down. I'm not distracted."

"Oh so you haven't been staring at Alice Longbottom for the past five weeks?"

He blushed. I can't believe I'm actually witnessing this right now. I just saw my cousin, the infamous Albus Potter blush. Merlin, this one will have to go in the papers.

"I uh… I have to go change Rose." He started jogging towards the changing rooms.

I yelled after him, "If you don't catch that snitch you'll have a common room full of angry Slytherins waiting for you!"

We lost. We freaking lost the Quidditch House Cup. We were about to win, and then Albus fell off his freaking broom. Stupid bludger. Scorpius freaking Malfoy caught the snitch instead, and they won by 180 points. I'm almost positive I will have a scowl on my face until I die.

And now none other than Scorpius Malfoy was dragging me to a stupid celebration party for the opposite team. "Come on Rose," he said, "It'll be fun," he said.

It was not fun.

In fact, it was probably the opposite of fun.

Well, mostly.

It was awful until the thing happened. But wait just a second, I'm getting to that.

Scorpius was dragging me down the hallway towards the Gryffindor common room, despite my many protests that it was exactly the opposite of where I should be after my team just lost the House Cup.

But I was still being dragged down the hallway, and stepping into the portrait hole, and beginning to take shots of firewhiskey with Scorpius Malfoy.

"You know you're pretty swell Rose."

I nodded, "I know."

"Well what about me?"

"Well. You're not swell, per say, because you can be and almighty prick lots of times. However, you are extremely attractive and sometimes you aren't an extreme git."

"I think that's the closest to a complement I've ever gotten from you Rosie."

"Don't worry, it's only cause I'm incredibly drunk."

"Well."

"You know what?"

"What Rose?"

"I'd like to snog you again."

"Seriously?"

"Very much in fact."

He then proceeded to grab my hand and lead me to a broom closet just outside of the common room.

"I think this is probably the classiest place I've ever been snogged Malfoy," I said, voice heavy with sarcasm.

"I'll make up for it next time."

I was about to protest that there wasn't going to be a next time, but then our lips met and I realized that even though I wasn't going to say it out loud, I most certainly wanted there to be a next time.