A/N: Thank you for all of the lovely reviews! : D

P.S. I stared a new Teddy/Victoire story ... although it's a bit, I suppose you could say, darker than this story, but please go check it out!

P.P.S. I put another Scorpius P.O.V in here.

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for ...

Chapter Seven: Of Vanilla Kisses and Cinnamon Scents

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RECAP: I snort. "And where is my so-called boyfriend?" I ask.

He grins wickedly. "Scorpius."

Scorpius starts coughing madly, and Albus thumps him hard on the back.

"Are you bloody mental?" I ask loudly, causing a few people to stare at me.

"It could work," Albus defends himself.

I raise an eyebrow questioningly. "Yeah, I'm sure it's very believable – 'Oh, by the way Charlie, did I happen to mention I was dating Scorpius Malfoy? No? Oh, well I am.'"

"You're dating Scorpius Malfoy?!" A voice booms from behind me. I turn on my heel.

"Charlie – how much did you hear?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.

He shakes his head. "Enough to know that you're dating Scorpius Malfoy, yet you went on a date with me," he sighs, and runs a hand through his hair, "Is this some kind of joke to you Rose? Oh, let's all go and make a fool out of Charlie!"

I need to think – fast. I gulp, knowing I'll have to go with Albus' plan. I can tell Albus knows this, because he is smirking at me.

"I – I'm sorry. I didn't think it was a date," I lie.

"Sure," he says sarcastically, sounding hurt. I feel horrible. None the less, I continue my act.

"No – I thought we were going as friends!" I exclaim. "I did!"

"Yeah?" he asks, and I nod quickly. "Well I don't believe you. How do I know you guys weren't plotting to make a fool out of me? How do I know you're even dating Scorpius? Huh? Are you? Or were you just saying that because you don't like me and realized this date was a bad idea?" Boy, he sure hit that on the head.

"They're dating," Albus cuts in, since neither me nor Scorpius seem capable of saying anything, or even opening our mouths.

"I don't believe you," Charlie states.

"Well," Albus says, "You should." He shouldn't. We're lying through our teeth.

"Prove it," he commands, and my mouth drops open.

"P-prove it?" I ask, my voice getting slightly squeaky and high-pitched.

"Yea," he says, raising an eyebrow, "Prove it."

"How?" Albus asks.

Charlie shrugs. "It's up to you. Although, a kiss would do the trick – unless, Rose, you're lying and you would never, ever in a million years kiss him. I know you wouldn't. So kiss him, Rose, or admit it. And we both know you would never kiss him."

Suddenly, I am overcome with this surge of anger at Charlie, and the need to prove him wrong. In a moment of temporary insanity, I walk up to Scorpius, and before either of us can comprehend what I am doing, I grab his face in both of my hands and kiss him full on the mouth. Holy shit, is the first thought that comes to my mind, what am I doing?

-- (SCORPIUS P.O.V.)

Rose's lips are on mine. Rose Weasley has her lips pressed against mine. Hell, Rose Weasley is kissing me. And it feels good – it feels right. Her lips taste like vanilla and cinnamon, the way she always smells. It makes me melt.

Much too soon, she pulls away and I am left breathless. She doesn't look at me, but I can see her cheeks tinged with pink.

"Happy?" she asks Charlie, who's staring with his mouth open.

He shakes his head. "I would cut you from the Quidditch Team if it wasn't against the rules – no personal relationships may interfere with tryouts and/or cutting people from the team," he says icily.

"I would quit anyway if I didn't love Quidditch so much," she fires back. He glances her way one more time, shaking his head silently, before storming out of the Three Broomsticks. She looks over at Albus and me, turning red once again, probably remembering what just happened.

"Gotta go," she says, and jets out of the Three Broomsticks so fast, you'd think the place had just been infested with a deadly disease.

I sigh, and slam my head against the table.

Albus smirks at me. "I don't want details," he begins, screwing up his nose in disgust, "But was it a good kiss?"

"Bloody amazing," I answer, the sound muffled by my face being pressed against the table.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asks.

I look up from the table. "What do you mean?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, you'll have to talk to her about it some time."

I shake my head. "I don't know how – I want to. I want to know what she thought about it. I want to know if she liked it. I want to know if she likes me."

Albus stares at me. "Then go get her," he says. Without another word, I stand up and leave. I have to find her.

-- (ROSE P.O.V.)

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. My. God.

I can't believe I just did that. My head is still reeling from just thinking about it. I leave the the Three Broomsticks as soon as I can, and make my way down to the edge of Hogsmeade; by the fence overlooking the Shrieking Shack.

I sigh, and kick around the few leaves that have begun to litter the ground. I think about sneaking under the gate and going down to the Shrieking Shack. I've always wanted to go down and see what's there.

I glance behind me and see no one. I am just about to sneak under the gate when someone calls me.

"Rose!" I instantly recognize it as Scorpius' voice. "Rose! Is that you?"

Slowly, I turn around. "Yea," I answer, "It's me." And I am unable to stop the pink blush that creeps up into my cheeks.

"Hey," he says, coming closer. "Do you think we could talk?"

I nod. What other choice do I have? I mean, it's not as if the ground will just open up and swallow me whole, although at this point I really wish it would.

"Good. Listen, I just - " he pauses, appearing to be looking for the right words. "The kiss," he blurts out, blushing slightly. "I – we – the school will be talking." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I know," I say, "I'm sorry about that. It's just – it was the only thing I could think to do, you know?" I feel embarrassed now, and start rocking back and forth on my heels.

"It's okay," he says, "But what should we, um, tell everyone?" he asks.

I shrug. "That it was a one time thing? We broke up after the kiss?" I suggest.

"I – look. I want to ask you something," he looks down at his feet for a second, before looking up and staring me in the eyes. "I've, um, liked you for a while Rose," he says quietly. "Do you want to give us a try?" he asks.

My head swirls with a million thoughts. I knew it was him – all the hints Albus left, I knew it. But I don't know if I like him; I don't know how I feel about him.

I swallow the lump in my throat. "I – I'm not sure," I say, breaking eye contact. "I mean, I don't know how I feel, and – and," I sigh.

"It's okay," he says, chuckling a bit, "I was a fool. A dumb fool who believed you might actually like me." He whispers the last part under his breath.

I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off.

"See you later Rose." His voice is stone cold, and then he's gone. I want to run after him; I want to yell his name. I want to work things out.

Suddenly, I feel as if I've just made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. And I have no idea how to fix it.

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A/N: -hides from the throwing of rotten tomatoes- Don't hate me for having Rose let Scorpius walk away from her! I promise, they will get together. Please review!

xoxo, paige!