Scorpius watched Rose walked out of the kitchen dripping lemonade, grinning smugly to himself. He felt kind of bad for spilling Mrs. Potters lemonade but the over all effect was worth it.

Mrs. Potter waved her wand and clean up the mess.

"But-" Lily started.

"Shhh," Mrs. Potter put a finger to her lips. "Don't tell Rose."

"Ooookay," Lily nodded.

"Here let me get that pitcher for you," Scorpius said standing up to walk around the table and pick it up off the floor.

"Oh, thank you, dear. Would you mind refilling it from the jug in the fridge?" She asked politely.

"No problem, Mrs. Potter." He said, changing his path from the sink to the fridge.

"It's Ginny." She said firmly.

"Yes, Mrs. Potter."

"Ginny, Scorpius."

"Right. Yes, Mrs. Ginny."

"Ugh, close enough."

James, having finished the last sandwich on his plate, looked up, "Hey, where'd Rose go?" He asked looking around.

"She went upstairs to steal one of your shirts because she got lemonade all over hers." Albus said helpfully.

"Oh. Alright." he went to grab another sandwich but stopped half way, "Wait! How'd she get lemonade all over herself? Pretty she knows how to drink liquids."

"Scorpius tried to pass it to her but she didn't notice." he explained.

"Are you sure he didn't do it on purpose?" He asked suspiciously, taking a sandwich off the platter.

"Nah, I'm sure it was an accident." Albus said absently.

Scorpius smirked as he poured the lemonade into the pitcher, accident, definitely an accident.

"Anyways," Albus said, "who's up for Quidditch after this?"

"I am!" Lily shot her hand up, looking at Scorpius as he placed the pitcher on the table and took his original seat.

"You want to play Quidditch?" James asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Oh. Heavens no." She seemed horrified at the thought, "I might break a nail or something, but I'll watch."

"Well, I'm in but I left my broom upstairs." Scorpius pushed back his chair, "I'll meet you outside."

"Yeah, alright." Albus said, "Tell Rose where we went if you see if, yeah?"

"Kay," he said. He took the steps two at a time only to find Rose walking out of James' room in a much too big shirt. It almost looked like she wasn't wearing pants. He didn't mind really, she had nice enough legs. When she saw him she stopped in her tracks a look of horror coming over her face.

"Hey, Rosie!" He said cheerfully, taking a step forward.

"Don't call me Rosie." She glared at him, taking a step back.

"Why not?" he asked, walking forward.

"Because you're a git." she said.

"Am I now?" He came closer.

"Yes." she nodded, backing into the wall in an attempt not to have to touch him.

"That's a right shame." he said, placing a hand on either side of her head so she couldn't get away.

"Wha-what are you doing?" she asked nervously.

"What are you doing?" he retorted, moving as close as he could without their bodies touching.

"Trying to find a way to get away from you before you get your Death Eater filth on me." she said the first thing that came to mind. The truth probably. Big mistake.

Scorpius' eyes darkened, he angrily growled from the back of his throat and took the last few steps to Rose, quickly pressing her against the wall, her breath hitched. "What. Did. You. Say?" he asked in a clear, hostile voice.

"I said," she pronounced clearly, trying to breath, "Death Eater." she whispered venomously.

They both stood there, very still, blue eyes on grey, holding each other's furious gaze for what felt like hours, until finally, Rose playing out the pros and cons, made a move.

Scorpius saw her raise her right hand out of the corner of his eye and grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head. She moved the other. He did the same. "I. Am. Not." he moved his face inches from hers, "A. Death. Eater." he said barely above a whisper.

Rose winced. She waited a second to collect her breath before getting on her tip toes and moving her face to his ear.

He could feel her breath on his neck. He shivered slightly. Too close he thought.

Rose drew out her breath and whispered, almost to quiet to hear, "Liar." she said slowly before pulling back.

Scorpius stared at her, trying to calm his breathing, he stared at her hair. Too red. He stared at her eyes. Too angry. He stared at her nose. Too freckly. He stared at her wrist, stilling being held to the wall. Too Rose. He glanced at her lips. Bad idea. His breathing picked up. They were so close. Too close, he thought again, their bodies pressed against each other.

"If you'd be so kind as to let me go, yeah that would be great." Rose said with a scowled, a little breathy, he noted.

"Right." He let go and backed up, the situation was too risky. Rose slipped around him, making for the staircase. "Oh, and Weasley," he said not turning around, he could hear her foot fell stop momentarily, "I'd watch my mouth if I were you. Unlike some people, I'm not afraid to hit a girl." he heard her let out a sharp breath and then continue down the steps.

As soon as her foot steps were out of ear shot he turned around and leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

Definitely too close.

Once Rose reached the bottom of the staircase she turned immediately into the Potter's bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. She leaned over the sink, catching her breath. Her rips were slightly sore from the weight Malfoy at put on them and her shoulder blades ached from where they were pressed against the wall. It wasn't too bad, she'd had worse from wrestling with Fred and James but it was worth complaining about.

What the hell was Malfoy playing at? Is he into assault now? "I'm not afraid to hit a girl." his statement rang through her head. Malfoy would do a lot of things, but if there was anything he wouldn't do it was to hit a woman. Maybe. Rose thought hard. His mother taught him how to treat a women properly, surely. Rose actually quite liked Astoria Malfoy, she'd met her a few times, lovely lady, nothing like the Malfoy men. Actually come to think of it, Draco wasn't that bad either (putting aside what her father had always told her), at worst he was slightly arrogant but it didn't harm anyone.

Draco and Astoria would've raised their son not to hit a girl at least. But knowing Malfoy, he probably didn't listen. He's probably hit hundreds of girls. He'd tripped her a few times and bumped her and yelled at her and jostled her and taunted her but he'd never openly hit her. He probably wouldn't have a problem with it though, she thought, sure of herself now.

Scorpius Malfoy could and would hit a girl. With the right motivation of course. She wouldn't give him that motivation. She would give him reason enough to want to hit her and she would draw it out as long as she could, but she wouldn't give him the right amount of motivation. She'd pushed him as far as she could and then she'd pull back and start over again. It was the least he deserved. He was absolutely horrible to her back there.

Don't get her wrong, she was still going to avoid and ignore him, but if he pushed it too much, she was going to do something about it.

For the first time since leaving Malfoy's presence she glanced down at her wrists. There were unmistakable finger prints there, circling around the front of her wrists. It didn't hurt, not yet anyway, it hadn't starting bruising yet, but it would defiantly bring on some awkward questions. She had to do something about it.

She unlocked and slowly open the bathroom door, looking both ways down the hall way, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw Malfoy's retreating back headed in the direction of the kitchen. She waited until she could no longer see him and turned in the opposite direction, running back up the steps. Instead of going back to James' room she open the first door on the left, with large pink bubble letter spelling out "LILY" on the front.

Rose walked into Lily's room cautiously, it wasn't that she was afraid to enter Lily's room or anything. She'd been in Lily's room loads of times. She just didn't know what to expect, you never knew with Lily, probably a giant shirtless picture of Malfoy, the thought almost made her gag. Once safely entering Lily's room, void of naked drawings of the ferret (thankfully), she looked around, trying to locate what she needed. Her eyes fell on Lily's large collection of makeup, carefully organized in front of a large mirror on her dresser.

Rose made quick work of looking it over, picking up something flesh colored she read the label, 'concealer', that would have to do. After spending a good 2 minutes trying to figure out how to open it, she put it on her wrists, trying to blend it in as well as she could. Lily's skin was slightly tanner than Rose's and it looked a little off color but it would have to do. She put everything back where she'd found it and left, closing the door behind her.

Once she entered the kitchen the first thing Rose noticed was the teenage boys, or lack thereof. Aunt Ginny was putting some plates in the sink and Lily was bouncing on her heels staring out the window impatiently.

"Uh, where's James?" Rose asked tentatively.

Aunt Ginny spoke first, "Oh, didn't Scorpius tell you when he was upstairs? They're out getting ready to play a game of Quidditch, just waiting for you I'd presume..." she finished thoughtfully.

Lily spin around to face Rose from her spot by the window, "Finally!" she squealed, running to Rose and grabbing her arm to pull her to the back door, "I was waiting for you, you took so looong, Rosie." she whined.

"I was only gone a few minutes..." Rose muttered meekly. At least, she thought she was only gone a few minutes, she still wasn't sure how long she spent in Malfoy's presence.

"Yes but I don't wanna miss it if Scorpius takes his shirt off!" she said as if it were obvious, because it was if you were Lily.

"Ew, I hope he doesn't." Rose commented dully.

"Don't jinx it," she sang hopping down the few stairs to the Potter's large backyard. Uncle Harry at set up wards to keep Muggles from seeing so they could fly high enough to actually play when Teddy was little. The Potter's make shift Quidditch pitch consisted of a large patch of earth near the middle of the yard and one goal post on either side (as apposed to the standard three). It was slightly smaller than most pitches and paled in compassion to the one at the Burrow that was used for the large family games but it did what it was needed for (practice and scrap matches).

After taking a quick glance to where the boy were throwing the Quaffle back and forth, waiting for her, to check that Malfoy was indeed wearing a shirt (thank Merlin), Rose went to the shed to get Aunt Ginny's chasing broom (the one she used when she was on The Holy Head Harpies) that she always let her use when she didn't bring her own.

Having located the broom, she joined the boys in the middle of the pitch, "Alright, James and I against Albus and the ferret?" she asked, sending a glare in Malfoy's direction.

"Are you sure you wanna play, Weasley? You might break a nail." Malfoy taunted.

Rose smirked, "Really? I was just thinking the same thing about you."

Malfoy glared. This was going to be fun.

A/N: So... What's an acceptable amount of time to go without updating? Over a year? Yeah, probably not. Anyway, I'm back (kinda) and cringing at 15-16 year old me's writing style but posting this chapter that I wrote half of at 16 anyway. So, what you say we give it another go? New and improved?

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