"Will you stop messing around?" Rose huffed, annoyed, turning away from the bubbling cauldron.
"Yes, Professor." Scorpius mocked, saluting her.
Rose's upper lip curled in disgust. "Oh, you're hilarious. Now, will you hand me the asphodel root?"
"I've already put it in."
"You've done what?" Rose's eyes widened.
"I've put in the root already."
"You berk, you're not supposed to wait a full two minutes after the last step before putting it in!" Rose scolded.
Scorpius flushed. "Well, you didn't tell me! You never tell me what you're doing - you just carry on by yourself. Did you ever consider this was a partner assignment?"
"Well, you're being a great partner alright, ruining our potion."
"Alright, so you've failed an assignment. Big deal. There's worse that could happen." Scorpius snapped.
Suddenly a frightening hiss of acid brought Scorpius and Rose's attention to the cauldron. Both students of them swore as the potion slowly began to melt the black pewter.
Fifteen minutes later, they found themselves wiping up the last few bits of their cocked-up Nocturne Potion. Professor Stirrings had eliminated wand use to punish them for making such a mess.
"This is all your fault." Rose hissed.
"Oh, is it?" Scorpius said loftily. "Is it really my fault that you're so high-and-mighty that you refuse to cooperate with anyone."
"Me? It's you!" Rose shouted, throwing down her rag angrily and facing him.
"How so?" He sneered, stepping towards her.
"If you'd just listened to me -"
"You didn't even tell me anything! You were practically ignoring me the whole time!" Scorpius confronted her.
Rose sniffed. "That's because I'd rather not have to deal with the likes of you."
Scorpius raised looked at her straight-on. Grey eyes met blue. "With the likes of me?" He said quietly, for some reason feeling a bit sad.
It was right then that he noticed how close they were standing. He could detect a few stray wisps of red hair that had fallen out of place. He had a sudden urge to tuck them behind her ear, for some reason. Scorpius was caught off guard by this sudden want. How odd.
Paranoia filled his mind. He warned himself not to look at her anymore, but of course, reverse psychology was put into play. Scorpius just couldn't help but notice her soft, plush, pink lips.
Before he could even think about what he was doing, he found himself kissing Rose Weasley.
Rose was so taken back with surprise that she forgot breathe. Her eyes widened in shock as Scorpius' lips pressed against hers. She couldn't think, didn't want to think, so she just did the most natural thing - she closed her eyes.
Then, like a blinding ray of light, she realized what she was doing.
Rose shoved Scorpius backwards, so forcefully that he toppled over a pile of dusty Potions textbooks. "YOU SODDING BASTARD!" She shrieked, and slapped him hard, across the face.
She whipped out her holly wand and pointed it threateningly at Scorpius' face.
"YOU DEATH EATER SLYTHERIN SCUM, DON'T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON ME!" She screamed, getting ready to hex him to death.
Rose faltered, however, when she saw the unnerving change of mood he had undergone.
His grey eyes were dark with turmoil, and his usual snotty façade had disappeared. Sitting on the ground, holding his cheek with his hand, he just looked vulnerable.
Scorpius finally raised his eyes to Rose, and she started to see an immensely deep grief hidden behind those gray curtains.
"You just won't give me a chance, will you?" He said bitterly.
Rose sat up abruptly, breaking out in cold sweat. She looked down and saw that her pillow was dotted with tears.
She bit her lip.
She knew it was no use trying to go back to sleep again. Rose glanced out the window, where the full moon was glowing brightly in the sky, and swung her feet down from the bed.
It was time to take a midnight stroll.
Author's Note: The italicized text is a flashback, and its not nessecarily meant to be describing the thoughts of either of the characters at the time, because I highly doubt that either of them would have such precise memory. However, I am insinuating that Rose had a dream involving the incident.
