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_Aurora

SCORPIUS POV:
I could hear parents bidding their kids good-bye.
I could hear some sobbing.
I could hear the parents of every damn student I knew, bidding good-bye, sobbing, giving their farewells. Every parent, except for mine.
I looked back at my parents, hoping that just this year they might say good-bye, or even nod or smile, or something that would tell me that they would miss me. I saw sitting into their new car they got last week and zooming off.

Bummer.

Ah, well, I was never one to dwell on any emotion. But I was still looking back and I see none other than the whole Weasley/Potter clan.
They took up half the crowd.

I saw my best mate, Albus Potter, trying to disintegrate himself from his family's hugs and kisses.
And then I saw her. My enemy, my foe, my rival.

Rose Weasley.
She had already left her family, and was trying to push her luggage on board.
I walked over, seeing a chance to have fun (annoy the heck out of her), and walked up to her.

Well, well, well. Someone turned amazingly sexy this summer.
I only recognized the girl that used to have bushy hair and the plainest body on Earth by the forming redness on her ears.
A Weasley trait, so I've heard.

I saw her back stiffen as she heard my footsteps and probably smelled my cologne, which, I'm going to admit, I simply put loads of it on.
I need to get my ladies back, don't I?

With or without the cologne, girls are attracted to me like I'm the North Pole, and they're the South.
It's true.

And I don't blame them.
I mean how can they resist? With my amazing bluish-gray eyes, and silvery blonde hair that falls perfectly in place with my hair, and of course my awesomely toned body and of course the thing I like to call charm.
Oh yeah, I'm also an excellent Quidditch Player. Simply superb.

Anyway, I went up to Weaslette, and was about to start my annoying her, when I took in what she was wearing. A dress. Rose Weasley NEVER wears a dress. But she was. It was a plain Sapphire blue summer dress, like all other girls wore, but her hair was pulled up, so I found my staring at the exposed skin at the back. I couldn't stop. It was so white and creamy, such perfect skin, that went perfectly with the blue of the dress. And how the dress hugged her perfect curves and flowed smoothly along her legs.

Sweet fucking Merlin.

I finally came to my senses and realized who I was staring at. Rose Weasley. She wasn't supposed to have this effect on me. She hated me and I hated her. The end. Maybe it was something that happened to all teenage guys. Probably.
I realized I had been staring for quite some time, so I should probably just start annoying her now.

"Hi Weasley," I hissed as venomously as I could.
She finally got that luggage of hers on board, and turned around to face me.

Whoa.

Her blue eyes were blazing (were they ever that blue?) as she hissed even more venomously, "Bye Malfoy. Now sod off."

I couldn't help it.
I couldn't help but staring.

Her auburn hair wasn't bushy.
Rose Weasley without bushy hair?
IMPOSSIBLE!

But it wasn't bushy. Quite the opposite.
It was smooth and silky, and was tied up, a few strands across her face, and her dress hugged her clung to her breasts and curves.

My eyes were roaming her body hungrily and I heard myself saying, "Someone changed over the summer, eh?"

She looked at me, her eyes full of pure disgust, and said, "You sicken me, Malfoy. Now sod off."
For some strange reason I realized I didn't want to fight with her now. So I put my hands up like people do when they have no other choice put to surrender(though I did have a choice) and said, "Alright, alright," I said backing away, my eyes never leaving her body. Then, with one final glance I turned around, my mind in a whirl. I was not in love with Rose Weasley and I never was going to fall in love with her.

Again, in was probably something that happened to ever guy my age. Probably. Because I could NOT be falling in love with her. I laughed inwardly, shaking my head. What was I thinking?
This year would be war between us, like every other year. And this war was going to take place without me loving her. I was sure of it.

Oh, how very wrong I was...

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