A/N: Just when you thought I was out of the picture. Sorry this took so long to get out. I hit a bit of writer's block when it came to this story. I must admit, that this is not as planned out in my head as my other stories. Therefore, it's easy to get lost with what I'm writing. But, here's a chapter. I think it's awesome. Hope you like it.

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Chapter 7: School Days

I wandered through the hallways aimlessly, thinking about my kiss with Draco Malfoy. It still clung to me, the memory of his lips, his arms. Only moments ago, I had left him, but, I could still feel his hands on my back and his sweet breath on my face. The intoxicating rush of adrenaline was still coursing through me.

I definitely hadn't expected this. I had expected lips that had grown lazy with time. I had expected Malfoy to attack me, to take what he can get. I expected him to be shocked by the young girl throwing herself at him. But his lips met mine with a skill, and a passion, that I was blind-sighted by. Almost as if I wasn't some piece of meat to him.

But that isn't it, Rose. Don't be stupid. It's not like you kissed him and had some crazy new experience. You didn't fall in love with that crumbly, old man.

The voice in the back of my head was right. It wasn't Draco Malfoy that had me so worked up. When we kissed, I had remembered…

No. Not thinking about that. It was too long ago to dwell on those feelings. Draco Malfoy was a man. And, even though he was old, he was still sexy. And I couldn't help but feel attracted to him. Obviously. Couldn't help it.

It's not like it was just because of….

Oh. Shit.

I looked around at the empty greenhouse that I had strolled into while thinking about Draco. Greenhouse number 6, to be precise.

Just where everything happened. Back in my seventh year. Three years after the divorce was finalized, when I was still living with Mum and my brother. Dad was getting married to Peggy; she wanted me to be a bridesmaid. Mum was ignoring the situation, and Hugo wouldn't talk to me about anything.

And so I came here. I looked over at the familiar plants. Toadstools that could turn you purple from touching them and flowers that occasionally tried to eat students. This is where Neville needed me to do the most work.

Seven years ago, I walked through these doors, greeted Neville, and started pruning those Poisonous Allatris over in the corner. That day, Neville had a student who was in detention helping. Not for the first time, it was Scorpius Malfoy.

"Weasley," he acknowledged with a nod. His robes had been discarded, and his biceps were clearly visible under his white t-shirt. I can't say I didn't enjoy the view. Scorpius Malfoy, though he was a wanker, was the most attractive wanker in Hogwarts.

"Malfoy," I said, smirking. "Good to see you here. Again."

He smirked back. "Longbottom send you in here to give me hand? Seems oddly civil."

"Well, you know that you do a crappy job. He probably wanted me to get some actual work done."

"And a lower class weasel, like yourself, is probably the best person for the job. Maybe I'll just sit and watch."

I had rolled my eyes. Malfoy was always an ass. It wasn't new. I pulled off my robes and draped them over the table behind me. I noticed Malfoy's eyes lingering a little too long over my blouse. He then frowned and looked back at the shrub.

I couldn't help but smile. "You know, Malfoy? I think you might actually enjoy these visits. You are here rather often. Crush on the Professor?"

Malfoy snorted. "Yeah, because this is my choice. Longbottom hates me. A lot of teachers hate me. They'd hate me even if I was a kiss-ass like you. They look at me, they see my father."

"Oh, you poor, tortured soul." I snipped off a branch that was a little long, and Neville said it liked to throttle first years. "The agony of looking like an evil, Death-Eater. I don't know how you go about your day."

"I'm not sure how you go about your day," he said, punctuating his sentence with a clip of the shrub. He was looking intensely at the plant. "Everyday, being a filthy half-blood. I couldn't do it."

"Malfoy," I said, shaking my head and putting down my shears. "I am really just trying to help you out, you know. Get you out of here quicker. But, by all means-"

"You're helping me?" he said with a laugh. "You like being here so much. I have a reason to be pruning this damn tree. You're in here almost every night, and I have to say, people do talk."

"What do they say?" I snapped, taking a step closer to this prat, who just smirked his obnoxiously attractive smirk.

"You know."

"I don't. I'm asking. What do they say?"

His eyes shone with a devilish light. "They say you and the Professor do a little studying after hours. Studying bushes, if you get what I'm saying."

So crude and unobvious. How could I not get what he was saying? "I've been in here for five minutes, Malfoy. You do realize that you've already insulted my family and my blood, and then insinuated that I'm sleeping with my teacher. Anything else?"

"Well…" He pretended to think for a moment. "Oh, yes. You're a bit of a whore."

I let out a loud laugh, and watched his smirk disappear. A bit of a whore? Maybe. I just wasn't going to be that sad girl who was ashamed of her tingles and tickles in her private areas. Men treated sex like a game. Girls can't? "That's the best you got?" I took another step towards him, now only a foot away.

"It's all true," he said, attempting to hide his uneasiness. He did a terrible job.

I shrugged, and smiled at him. "Maybe mostly true. But, I can prove one thing's not true right now."

And then, I kissed him. His lips were frozen, slightly parted as his next retort caught in his throat. I gently teased at his lower lip, while he stood without moving. After a moment of his stunned silence, I pulled away and looked him straight in the eye. It was my turn to smirk.

His eyes were gleaming with animalistic desire. Pathetic, really. It wasn't even that intense of a kiss. There would be so much more to come.

"How…Why… How dare you?" he spluttered.

"Don't even pretend to be disgusted, Malfoy," I said, rolling my eyes, and gently putting my hands on his arms and leaning closer. "It's just sad. Any moron can see that you've been looking at me all year. You want this to happen."

Malfoy was not convinced. "What exactly are you trying to prove, Weasely?"

"That I'm not sleeping with Neville, mostly. I obviously wouldn't be snogging you in his greenhouse if I was."

"No. So what if I look at you. You're a piece of ass. That's it. That doesn't mean I want to-"

I kissed him again, tired of his stupid denial. This time, he was not so unresponsive. He clutched me to him, pulling me tight against his body. I ran my hands over his arms, loving the feel of his muscles. Definitely the hottest guy in Hogwarts. And he was so much better when he wasn't talking.

My hands wove through his soft, blonde hair. I moved my mouth over to his ear to nibble gently. He moaned, and I couldn't help but smile. "This," he breathed into my hair, "does not mean that I like you."

"I don't like you either," I whispered into his ear. "It's like you said." I reached down and grabbed his well-toned, muscular rear end. "You're just a piece of ass." And then our lips met again.

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I snapped out of my memory when I heard something behind me. I spun around, not sure what I would see, but it was just a shrub eating a flower that someone had unfortunately left near it.

It was time to leave. There wasn't any point in remembering the good times between me and Malfoy. Snogging in greenhouses was fun. But he had just been a boy. It wasn't anything special.

Of course, kissing his father would bring all this up again. I should have counted on that. But I underestimated how alike they were. That kiss was too similar. The secrecy, the illicitness, the scholarly setting. It was all the same.

And now what had I done. I told Malfoy that he needed to shag me on his desk, or not at all. That was definitely not part of the plan. A no-strings-attached fuck on a piece of furniture would not hurt as much. Not with what I was planning.

I smiled to myself as I strolled out of the greenhouse and onto the fresh air of Hogwarts. He would never see this coming. After everything that had happened, he should see it coming. He should know better. But arrogant, cocky, Malfoy wouldn't get it. Who would suspect sweet, little Rose Weasely?

Scorpius Malfoy was going to hurt for what he put me through.

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