Heres the chapter you've been waiting for! And I want reviews! Kayy? Once again, change in POV's, but I know you can figure it out.

Catrina BoFi, I love you so much, honestly, best bff EVER! Woohoo, I can trust you with EVERYTHING like my fanfic addiction. Thanks to my reviwers:

Avanell ,georginacastleorpington, Marciabarcia, MaryandMerlin and CatrinaBoFi DUH!

Hahah, and I'm sorry if this isn't how you wanted things to be! But they are . . . So yeah! Ohh, when I wrote this, a song popped into my head! Wana know what it is? I bet you do, heres the lyrics, and then BAM! Into the story.

Should've kissed you there
I should've held your face
I should've watched those eyes
Instead of run in place
I should've called you out
I should've said your name
I should've turned around
I should've looked again

Should've held my ground
I could've been redeemed
For every second chance
That changed its mind on me
I should've spoken up
I should've proudly claimed
That oh my head's to blame
For all my heart's mistakes

But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made
I 'm staring at the mess I made
I 'm staring at the mess I made
As you turn, you take your heart and walk away

Rose Weasley hated my guts.

Even after I saved her friend from falling a couple hundred feet, she bloody hated me!

We walked in an awkward silence. Though I could feel her stare at me. Well it was more of a glare.

And it was all my own fault. Stupid bloody idiot. I would hate me too.

But why did she have to be so . . . radiant. So perfect with her little quirks. The look on her face when she read a book. The smattering of freckles on her nose. The curl of her hair. The colour of her hair as well really. The dimples that surrounded that perfect smile . . . Perfect mouth in fact. I don't want to think about her mouth much more; otherwise I'll . . . Kiss her.

But at least I'm not in the friend-zone like that git Thomas! I see the way he looks at her, that's how I look at her. So I sound like the worlds biggest prat right now don't I? You wondering why I made her think I hated her, when clearly I don't?

It's because I'm a bloody prat, and a cowardly one at that. The Malfoy's weren't known for pride, were they?

It's my Dads fault. Yeah, I'll just blame it on Draco Malfoy.

He had to go and warn me about the Potters and the Weasleys. Naturally it made me more curious-so I was going to go into the situation open minded.

But then I stuffed up. When Dad had told me about her, I was expecting someone a little. . . Not like her!

She was so pretty. And so happy talking to her cousin. She had everything I wanted. And she was everything I wanted. So I made a decision that seemed smart to my stupid eleven year old self. I would be horrible to her so that I could stay away. I was scared of her, of my sudden attraction to her and wanted to force her out of my mind. And then as the years progressed, I got meaner. I found it was a way to get her attention, and to get her to think about me often. Okay, so I sound like a douche. But seriously, I've never had trouble getting girls before! And the more she talked to me (slash yelled) the more fun I had. But the thing was, I'd dug myself a hole. Six years of being an ass to her, then we were both made Heads.

Perfect opportunity? Yes. I was going to attempt to get her to not hate me. Something I had been failing at since I started this mess, this absolute mess I'd made. And the best thing? If she wondered why I was being nicer, I could blame it on our duties. Of course, it's been difficult to automatically change my ways, and I think I'm doing alright, without making myself obvious.

Do I regret my idiocy? Hell yes. Right now I could be chatting to her like her friends do, like Al does. But no, right now I'm getting the evils every five seconds, and walking in silence.

I am the biggest prat in the world.

Rose laughed.

What the hell? Had I said that out loud?

"Yup!" She said.

"Oh crap! What else did I say?" I hear myself say to her as our steps fall into sync.

"Nothing."

I sigh in relief, and smirk. Trying to look smug as usual. But she narrowed her eyes at me. Why did I have to like the smartest girl in the whole flipping year? Why not… That Josie girl for instance? I mean. . . I'm sure she's nice.

"Not hiding anything are we Malfoy?" She asked snidely.

"Of course not Weasley. And even if I were, it's not like I'd tell a great big busybody like yourself!" I say, regretting it after seeing her face.

Lately she's been easy to read. When I used to be . . . well a dick to her, she would never show any emotion when she shouted an insult back. But lately I could see her reactions. So why the hell was I saying the insults? Cause I'm mentally challenged.

"That's one thing I've never understood!" She said, suddenly turning around, mere meters in front of the portrait. Her eyes were watery and her face was turning a dull pink. "Why you are so. . ." She struggled to find a word to describe me, as I opened my mouth to speak.

"Foul mouthed. So pig-headed, I don't understand why you are such an incompetent berk who thinks I am scum beneath your feet. And don't you tell me it's a 'family thing'," She came into my personal space; her finger pointing at my face chest-she was possibly going to stab me. "Cause otherwise you'd never dare step foot in my Grandma's house. So tell me Scorpius," She stopped to look into my eyes.

My heart jumped slightly at the fact that she said my name. But I knew it was because of the seriousness of the accusation.

"What is so disgusting about me, that means you have the right to treat me like you do?"

Woah this was unexpected. And I had no idea what to say to her. No bloody idea at all. Tears were running down her face. Tears that I had flaming caused! God I'm a loser. She still looked incredibly beautiful; I could see the goldeny flecks in her eyes as she looked into mine. She shook her head when I didn't reply, turned and muttered the password at the portrait, and ran in, I was close behind her. Come on Scorpius, you can do this. You're Head Boy for God's sake!

Oh my God. I had just let out years of emotion. And now Malfoy knows how much he's actually affected me. Bloody hell. He had just stood there and looked at me blankly, not even a smirk, while I asked him the question that head been on my mind since the night we were sorted. And right now I stormed through the common room, heading for my room, of course.

"Rose! I-wait," I hear the prat pant at me. How repulsive.

Despite myself I turned around, to see him looking. Well, sorry.

"What?" I say, the stupid tears are still rolling down my face. He must be laughing on the inside.

He swallowed. I frowned at him, going to fold my arms as he stepped forward and grabbed my arm all in one movement. Stunned I took an intake of breath. I'm sure my mouth was open at this point. Slowly his hand moved to my hand, were he laced our fingers together. Why wasn't I shouting? Why wasn't I throwing up? Why had I stopped crying? And what was he doing now?

I saw him move even closer. My eyes widened even more. His other hand came up behind me, and supported my waist. Everything was playing in slow motion. I knew what was coming, but was totally confused and uncomfortable. I wanted to pull away. To tell him I wanted my first kiss with someone better! Someone less of a . . . Well less of a Malfoy. But something in my heart was telling me not to stop. Not to pull away when he leaned in closer, not to let him stop as his warm mouth reached mine, and his hand entangled in my hair. Not to stop kissing him. I didn't. It was . . . Incredible. That's how I can describe it. All my anger, hate and hurt, I let out on him, as the kiss deepened. Suddenly we were in sync with each other; we knew each other so well. I hadn't realized we were steadily moving till I hit the wall. Which somewhat brought me to my senses as we stopped for breath. He lent in to kiss me again, but I put my hand up to stop him, with all my will power. We were both panting slightly. I looked at him questioningly.

"Why me?" I ask, trying to read his expression.

"It's always been you." He said, smirking that smirk that I adored, as I pulled him back to me.

"Keen aren't you Weasley? Would've thought this is the most kissing you've ever done in your life!"

"Oh shut it you!" I said, as his mouth found mine, sparks flying as we embraced.

So now I'm thinking that my friends were onto something. He really wasn't that bad.

hAHA. Review? Maybe a little cheesy, but thats who I am. A Cliche! Oh, and heres the rest of the inspirational song-Btw its called This Mess I made, by Parachute :) X Potty.

And it's you, and it's you
And it's you, and it's you
And it's falling down, as you walk away
And it's on me now, as you go