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Rose was leaning on a large tree, sitting on the grass and away from the other students at Hogwarts, with her copy of History of Magic opened at the chapter that she was supposed to study for the next day. Unlike what many believed, the redhead hated studying. It was so boring it hurt. She loved books, there was always something interesting, she traveled into a new world and learned a lot of new things. Unfortunately, her book collection this year had nothing interesting. Her mother might be the most annoying know-it-all alive on the planet, but her daughter had not followed her steps. She was clumsy, forgetful, and irresponsible; and homework gave her headaches. Luckily, her brain was very well equipped, allowing her to get good grades, even though studying just the day before ―as she was doing now― but she was nothing near to being top at her classes.

History of Magic was definitely not her favorite subject. It did not test her brain, just her ability to memorize boring dates on boring events that occurred decades ago. And she had no such ability. She was trying to learn the first paragraph since an hour ago, reading it again and again, but there was no case. She was just too distracted daydreaming. She was imagining her life as the protagonist of the novel she was reading at the time. She always did so. Comparing her life to her books helped her to read people easily, like if they were an open book. It really helped when she was lost on what to do.

As deep in thought as she was, she did not hear nor saw anything that helped her know that someone had crouched beside her and was now looking at her expectantly. Getting no response, the mysterious person cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Malfoy!" Rose's eyes, wide open, looked at him terrified. "Merlin, you scared the crap out of me!"

Scorpius gave a mocking laugh, and the redhead frowned as her eyes hardened.

"Anyway, what do you want? I'm studying..."

"Well, it doesn't look like it," he interrupted. "But you know that I will do best then you, as always."

"Yes, I know," she answered defiantly. "I study because I would like to pass, and to have a good job and a decent life. Not to beat the others," she gave him a hateful stare. How old were they? Honestly, to think she only studied to beat him. Even though that was her father's wish back in first year...

The blond smiled, this time with honesty. You could not say that got along, they ignored each other most of the time, and when they spoke, their conversations were this one, distant and resentful. They had a strange relationship, they were enemies from the cradle, but they didn't hate each other, they just acted as everyone expected them to.

"If you keep 'studying' like this I'm afraid you will not achieve your goals," Scorpius replied, sitting next to the girl. "You don't look very concentrated."

"Well… we'll see what happens. After a few hours I'll resign myself to study at the last minute. It is always like that, I just have to give me some time," said Rose, a little putted out by his sudden approach, but amused as well.

"I hope you do, otherwise you will have to stick with your current business."

The redhead frowned again, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the other night, when I found you in a compromising situation in a certain place."

The girl's face turned into a strong crimson color, suddenly understanding what he meant.

"Forget about it, Malfoy. I-It was a one night thing. A mistake. It will never happen again. I am very ashamed and I…"

"Never, ever?" he interrupted the redhead's excuses with a smirk. "Because I don't mind doing it again…"

The blond stopped when he felt something hit him hard in the head. Astonished, he looked at the girl beside him: with her face red from shame and anger, she was raising her large volume of History of Magic above her equally red hair.

"Don't even think about it! Merlin! I'm so embarrassed. I never should have lost control like that. I would hate you to think that about me, I'm not that kind of girl, no matter what others think. Don't tell anyone about this, ever. Understood?" she begged, though challenging him to contradict her and with her usual proud position. Scorpius had to hide the smirk that threatened to escape from his mouth.

"Understood," he assured her.

With those words from the blond, Rose stood up; straightening her skirt with the little dignity she had left and thanked her huge book for the first time in her life. Well, it finally resulted useful for something, even if it was hitting irritating blondes. She was very embarrassed. Part of her had hoped that it only was a bad dream, but there he was, clearly remembering everything.

As she walked away, she wondered if he remembered every detail ― the scent, the texture of his hair, of his skin― as she did, despite having been drowning in alcohol.

The boy watched the redhead go away. After the events of that night, he had begun to like that special girl, and at that very moment he decided that each day he liked her even more.


A/N: Well, well, there it goes the second part! Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave a review so I know whether I should keep doing this - I mean, translating the story - or just keep it as it is.

Bye Bye!

Nate.