Hogwarts, 7th year
Rose grumbled silently from where she was seated cross legged on the floor while polishing one of the many trofés in the room. She had been refusing to even acknowledge the other occupant of the room since the moment professor McGonagall had left them to deal with their detention.
"Weasley, I'm not intrested in what you have been told, but time doesn't go faster no matter how much you bitch about it." Like all his other various attempts to break the silence this one was met with a death glare and pursed lips. "It was after all you who started it."
He smirked at the first spark of annoyance. "I did not."
"Oh yes, you did." He put away the in scripted medal he had been working on and reached for another one. "If you hadn't lost your temper we would be far away from this room and each other."
"Then if I remember correctly, we wouldn't be here if you and your arrogant, narcissistic friends could keep your mouths shut." He had the nerve to look amused and it only served to infuriate her further. "You, Malfoy are nothing more than a low-life, narrow minded coward."
"You are calling me a coward." She could detect the sligt tint of disbelief in his voice at her choice of words.
"You heard me, you are exactly that, and do you want to know how I know exactly what you are, Malfoy?" He didn't say anything, but his eyes never left hers. "You are afraid of what would happen to you if the real Scorpius Malfoy ever came into the light, terrified that those so called friends of yours would desert you, that your pure blooded family would remove you, that-" There was a crash when the placet he had been holding hit the floor, and in the next second he was crouching low before her, freezing her to the spot with a coldness present in his grey eyes.
"You shouldn't be talking about things you have no business with, Weasley." His voice was low and full of venom, and she felt his breath hit her face. For the first time ever, she actually felt threatened by him, and it unsettled her more than she would have expected. He was too close, and seemed not to realise her unease with the proximity.
"Nothing is just black or white, everything is grey." Something changed suddenly in his demeanour. He wasn't looking at her anymore, it was more like through her and away into the distance. She just stared at him, wondering if she should say or do something. For Merlin's sake, this was Scorpius Malfoy, she shouldn't be here, like this with him.
Malfoy seemed to slowly realise just how close he was to her, and a flicker of the usual Scorpius surfaced with a small smirk.
"Perhaps I should move away so you don't get your knickers in more of a twist..." She was actually relieved by the comment, but that didn't stop her from hitting him on the arm.
"It's only in your wildest dreams that you would even believe that you would have any affect on either me or my knickers." The faint smile however betrayed her as she turned back to the trofé in her lap.
"Well, in my dreams it's certainly more than your knickers that is affected by my amazing good looks and dazzling charm."
The days which followed the detention had Rose studying Malfoy more closely, why she did this, she wasn't really able to answer. It was bugging her how he seemed almost shut off as he was around his fellow slytherins.
At one point at breakfast he noticed her looking at him, and he gave her a confused frown in reply before turning back to one of his friends and continue to ignore her.
For once she was looking forward to the advanced potions lesson, with the small group of students, and with Malfoy as the only slytherin. Of course she should have expected him to be questioning her sudden interest in him, but it surprised her when he took the empty seat next to her and with raised eyebrows turned to look at her.
A blush warmed her cheeks and she hoped that he wouldn't notice it. "What?" It sounded much more defencive than she had gone for, and it was clear to her that he realised that too.
"Weasley, Weasley..." Shaking his head he leant forward to her. "Go to Hogsmeade with me."
"No." He stared at her, and she smiled at the expression on his face. If she didn't know better she would have thought that he was disappointed.
"Why?"
"Perhaps because we don't like each other." He made a scoffing sound and moved the chair closer to hers.
"Come on, it can't hurt you." Rose smiled at him as he tried to persuade her. "I don't bite, that unless you want me to."
"Malfoy, I'm not going with you, no matter how much you beg."
"Malfoy's don't beg." Faint traces of a pout could be seen on his face, but he quickly collected himself as the lesson began.
Rose twirled her now vibrant green hair round her finger while glaring daggers at Malfoy, who together with his congratulating friends were looking at his handy work. To turn her bushy, red hair into bushy, green hair with silver streaks was apparently highly entertaining, and she wasn't too slow to get back at him.
The laughter came to a sudden stop when Malfoy's robes changed to baby pink, but then it once more came to life as he flushed in both anger and embarrassment.
He tried to change it back but it stayed the same and he let out a low growl in frustration.
"I'll change yours when you change mine." Rose smiled sweetly at him, and for a swift moment a strange, uncharacteristic expression crossed his features, but then in the next he was back to the scowl. Marching over to her without looking back at his friends who cheered at him to continue the fight with the gryffindor bitch.
She opened her mouth to insult them in turn, but Malfoy didn't stop by her. Instead he gripped her arm and continued the determined walk down the corridor.
Confusion would be an understatement to what she was feeling as he turned to an empty corridor, where he with remarkable ease pushed her against the wall, trapping her with his body and catching her lips with his.
She didn't know what to do, this was surreal to say the least, and to her utter annoyance she caught herself thinking that he was actually quiet a good kisser. As that thought hit her, she moved her hands up to his chest and pushed hard and making him stumble slightly back from her.
"What did you do that for?" He looked at her as if she had asked him to go on a date with Moaning Myrtle and that it would be a merry event. "You can't just go around kissing people like that..."
Her hand moved through the green hair nervously, great, now he was making her nervous too, especially bad as she was sort of wanting him to kiss her again. No, she needed to get a grip. However he wouldn't seem to want to let her do so.
"Weasley." What the hell was wrong with him, one moment he would be insulting, then flirty and now he was back to stand right before her. His hand traveled up to touch her hair and he smiled a little. "Green isn't really your colour, you know."
"Really, Malfoy?" The sarcasm was hard to miss and he slowly put some of the hair behind her ear, his hand breezing over her cheek and slowly down along her neck before she caught it. "Malfoy, seriously, what are you doing?"
"I don't know... it's just..." It was now his turn to run his hands through that blond, unruly hair of his, pulling at it as he avoided looking her in the eye. "It's just you."
"I'm the same as always, it is you who have gone off the rocker." He let out a sound like a mix between a sigh and a chuckle.
"Very funny, Weasley, always hilarious."
"I have my moments." Her lips formed into a small smile, but she could see how she unnerved him and she loved it. "So, what is it?"
"I should have seen it before, how I... or how you are sort of..." She frowned at the sentence but he didn't see it.
"I'm not sure if I want to listen to any of your insults." His eye instantly met her own, and once more in his presence she was rooted to the spot.
"What I feel for you is no insult." It was hard to hear what he just said, his voice was like a whisper.
"What you feel for me?" She looked at him like he had grown an extra head which had casually invited her to tea. "You have feelings for me?" It was really hard to believe that this would be true and not some off his usual, twisted jokes.
"I don't know... or I do know..." He was holding her face in his hands, and even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to get away from those eyes. "I love you." The words was a soft whisper, and he didn't say anything else, he didn't have to. She knew him, and this wasn't him saying that they'd be together forever, growing old together... it was a statement.
"You can't say that, we are seventeen... too young..." Her brain wasn't working, instead of pulling away she stood up on her toes, giving him a close mouthed kiss and she stepping away from him. He tried to catch her wrist but she quickly moved out of his reach. "Don't, I don't..." She could feel an unexplainable pain, not physical, but it came from inside. She heard him curse and guessed by the following sound that he had slammed a fist into the massive stonewall, and then she was out of reach.