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Scorpius POV:

"Shit!" I cried. My best mate, Albus Potter, more commonly known as Al, stared at me. "What is it?" he asked. I groaned. How could I have been so stupid? Stupid Weasley, distracting my thoughts with her stupid blue eyes. "I just remembered! I'm a prefect!" I exclaimed. He still stared at me, obviously not getting it. "So? what's so bad about being a prefect?" he asked.

"I'm supposed to be in the Prefects' compartment," I said as I jumped up, pulling my cloak on. Without another word I stalked out of the compartment. Just as my foot took a step out, I heard a shrill voice squeal, "Oh look! There's Scorpy!" Then came the giggles and more squeals and whispers. All the girls crowded around me, tossing their hair, batting their eyelashes, and continuing with that infuriating giggling noise.

Honestly, I'm honored that I have my own fan club, (I know that for a fact. Al told me. Merlin knows how Al knows, though I suspect Lily Potter told him. I don't know what it's called. Probably something like: Scorpius Malfoy is Amazingly Sexy and Hot;SMASH for short) but really, it's a thing called personal space.

"Hello Priscilla, Ashley, Tenille, Morgan, I really would love to linger and all, but I've got a Prefect's meeting to catch," and with that, I dashed off.

I opened the door to the Prefect's compartment, which was a normal compartment looks wise, though it was slightly larger. And who other than Rose Weasley should be sitting in the Slytherin prefect area, head buried in a book. Why was it the girl whom which I just had a VERY embarrassing encounter with not too long ago. The girl I offered assistance to, though we were sworn enemies, the girl I had nearly kissed, although we were sworn enemies.

Thank Merlin she was wearing her cloak, otherwise I would have stared at her like an idiot again. I slowly walked over to the seat next to her and sat down.
I noticed a faint flush rise up her neck, and her ears were slowly reddening. I smirked. Without looking up she remarked, "You're late Malfoy. Fan club keep you?" I heard the amusement in her voice.

Weasley had always thought it was very funny to have your very own fan club. She made fun of me about it mercilessly. She was probably just jealous. Though she probably would have her own fan club soon, judging by the looks nearly every boy in the compartment gave her as they openly gaped at her.

I knew that she noticed the looks she was getting, though she ignored them. I snorted. Weaslette looked up at me. "Something you find amusing, Malfoy?

I gulped.

I swallowed.

And then I chuckled.

I knew I shouldn't have done what I did next I did, but I did it anyways.

"You know Weasley, I'm very surprised you're being civil with me right now."

"And why, may I ask, Malfoy, are you surprised?" she asked.

"Well, I nearly kissed you not too long ago, and when I was about to you made no attempt to slap me or push me away. Funny, it seems almost as though you didn't mind me kissing you, and you actually wanted me to kiss you." I remarked, wondering how she would reply to this.

She turned to me, eyes blazing. There was anger written clearly in her eyes, but there was also something else. Something I couldn't quite identify.
Confusion? Hurt? Why did girls have to be so damn complicated?

She opened her mouth to say something, but she was beat to it by the deep voice of Nathaniel Macmillan. "Welcome Prefects. I'm very pleased and honored to be guiding you all to becoming excellent and perfect prefects. Remember, you are the role-model for other students. Now just to start off...

And that's where I zoned off, and I'm pretty sure everyone else did too. Even Rose.

After minutes that felt like hours, Macmillan finally gave his long-awaited conclusion and ended.

Everyone stood up to leave and as I did, I purposely bumped into Weasley, gently brushing my hand against hers. And with that, I walked away.

"Anything from the trolley dears?" I took out a couple of galleons and sickles and stuffed a handful into her hands and grabbed nearly half the contents of cart.

Not that all of it was for me, but I had a VERY hungry Albus Potter in my compartment, and Al gets very annoying and cranky when he's hungry so better fill him up.

As we ate Chocolate Frogs and Licorice Wands, I thought about the relationship between me and Rose.

Even though I tried to reassure myself that there was still going to be war between us. We would hate each other, snarl and mock one another, and make each others' lives miserable.

But did it really have to be that way?

I inwardly cursed. Why was I thinking these thoughts?

It couldn't be that I wanted to have a truce with Weasley.

It couldn't be that I wanted to be friends with her. No. At that thought I shook my head. Friends did not satisfy me.

Surely it couldn't be that I wanted to be more than friends with Weasley.

Sorry it's short and all.
I don't really know what to do...

I think I might add some Albus and OC and maybe James and OC in here.
Maybe that might somehow give me ideas with where to take this story.

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_Aurora