"Are you sure you're not making this up?"

Rolling his eyes, he replied: "I'm sure."

"I can't believe you!" his friend laughed, amused. "Good one, dude."

Scorpius smiled smugly while Darius patted him on the back, congratulating him on his own way.

"Who would have imagined. Rose Weasley," Darius said thoughtfully after a while." I thought you didn't like each other."

Scorpius hesitated a moment before answering honestly: "It's not that. The truth is that I never gave myself time to see who was Rose. I always saw as her a Weasley, another enemy to keep an eye on."

His friend smirked.

"Yeah, a good eye...," he murmured.

The blonde decided to ignore that as they continued their way to the dungeons. Darius Zabini was his best friend, but sometimes he didn't understand that dirty mind he had, and that was the reason why Scorpius didn't ask him what was he doing last night.

Walking silently through the halls, Scorpius thought guiltily of how Rose had begged him ―on her own way, as proud as she was ― not to tell anything of what happened between them that night. He felt bad for a while, but he ought to tell his best friend. It's what best mates were supposed to do, right? It was only logical for him to tell this to Darius. Or at least that was what he kept saying to himself in order to leave the guilt aside, imagining her bright blue eyes staring at him as he promised the redhead to keep the secret. Soon he was imagining the same eyes but in a completely different situation, watching him with a playful glint and desire.

He let his imagination go loose and he was now surrounded by long waves like fire and freckles.

His father had warned him about them that first day at the station, pointing to a large crowd of redheads: "Weasleys, red hair and freckles. Impossible to go unnoticed. And that's how, son, you'll stay out of trouble. Just run away every time you see a glint of red."

Well, his father would have to understand that it was a bit difficult to get away from something as striking as Rose Weasley. Striking and addictive. Since that first and only time in the club, he couldn't get her out of his head. Before that he had been attracted by her bad temperament and incredible clumsiness ― characteristics that collided noticeably once reunited in one person. Now, however, it felt like an obsession. He needed more from her. He had hardly tried a piece, and now he wanted the whole cake.


Rose found herself thinking again of Scorpius and how poorly he had agreed to keep everything a secret. She was worried he wouldn't, since she didn't notice any seriousness in his tone when he said he understood her reasons. But then again, he could never understand her reasons.

Rose gave up trying to be like her mother long ago, she just wasn't. She was Ron's daughter also, and no matter how much they wanted to deny it, his father counted too. Her whole life she watched her parents interact, their personalities clash, and she was just a perfect mixture of them. Both physical and in personality.

From her mother she inherited the bushy hair, most of her features and her great intelligence. But she had also been blessed ―or cursed― with her dad's clumsiness. She inherited his blue eyes and the Weasley hair too, only hers was copper as a result of the intervention of her mother's dark hair. As everyone might assume, as smart Rose may be, she was very clumsy and distracted to be the best, but at least she tried to be a good girl. There were enough people waiting eagerly for her to make a mistake so they could spread it. Usually they would exaggerate the events or even make up some, and then she could easily dismiss the rumors since she knew they weren't true, but this... Rose was fully aware that this was a fatal mistake, and she didn't trust Malfoy for secrecy.

She had nothing against Scorpius. Long ago she had abandoned the prejudices and resigned to their relationship of mutual dislike. She never imagined it would end like this, but if the situation had been different ―more classy― she wouldn't have had these problems. What concerned her was the situation, where she was and in what condition. She didn't want them to find out what she had done ―getting drunk and handing herself to a man she didn't know. Of course the man was Malfoy, but she had no clue at the time. At least they hadn't gone too far. They could have if they weren't surrounded by so many people… but she liked to think that she wouldn't have let it go that far. That she was smart enough.

She shouldn't be thinking about that. They had only kissed. For a long, long time. She could even admit that they had touched a little in a somewhat undignified manner ―ahem, a little? ―, but there was nothing wrong about that, right? Teens like her did it all the time. There was nothing wrong about that.

Circling the subject again and again, Rose finally surrendered to sleep after long hours debating with herself whether she had or hadn't justification. She didn't reach an agreement.


A/N: Thanks for reading and sorry if there is any mistake. I would appreciate if you let me know if something is wrong. I will immediately fix it!

In here we get to see more of Scorpius and Rose's personalities and what are their thoughts about the kiss.

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