Okay, so this Chapters quite a bit different to any other chapter I've written. Its a bit dramatic in parts, but I think its okay. I really need your feedback on it though, kay? Thanks.

Disclaimer: No Potter belong to me. :(

Annnd, I have a song for this one, which I hope you'll like. The song totally gives away what the chapters about, but who cares? Right? I don't! So here it is:

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain,

It's two a.m and I'm cursing your name,

So in Love that I act insane,

And that's the way I loved you.

Taylor Swift-The way I loved you.

I had a plan.

I stuck my foot out.

THUMP.

"Oops," I say innocently, "I'm so sorry!"

He groaned and rolled over.

"Bloody Hell Weasley!"

"A-ha!" I shout.

It had finally worked. For the last three days every time he'd walked past me – which was surprisingly often, I'd tripped him up. Success was golden.

"What is your problem?" he asked sitting up.

Ignoring him I begin to babble. "Go on! Insult me," I could feel my smile growing.

"Honestly, you are the weirdest most psychopathic girl I've ever had the misfortune to meet! You think you're all that Weasley. But you're bloody well not. You're a stupid, pompous little girl, who walks about with her head held high, sticking your over-sized nose into everybody else's business!" He stood up panting.

"Yeah?" I ask, beginning to shout.

"Yeah!" He says, nodding like a mad man.

"Well you're the biggest tosser I've ever had the misfortune to meet! Stupid Slytherin slime-ball! You hide behind your stupid bleeding name, cursing anyone who says anything bad about you!"

"Ha," he scoffed, eyes glittering, "Look at me, I'm Rose Weasley, the perfect daughter of the golden trio," he put on an awful high pitched voice, attempting to mock me, "You ugly cow!"

"You ego-centric prat!"

"Halfblood!"

"Pureblood!"

"How is that an insult?" He sniggers and frowns, moving to push past me,

"Not everyone likes up themselves gits you know Malformation!"

He pushed past me smirking. I felt the adrenalin rush through my veins, smiling slightly I turned to storm off dramatically. Not before his hand brushed mine, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

I shivered, looking at my hand curiously. Suddenly something clicked. It was like I was trying to remember something. A moment . . . Kissing. Somebody leaning in to kiss me. Ah, well of course, I haven't had any physical contact with a boy since Josh tried to kiss me. So that's obviously what I'm remembering. I close my eyes, just in case, squeezing them tightly. Thank God the stupid sod has left, if he saw me now he'd probally shout some snide remark at me. Ah, I was right, Josh was backing me into a wall and then I was about to – blonde hair. What? I shook my head. That cannot be right. The boy I was kissing in my memory had blonde hair. White blonde hair, platinum blonde hair, hair that could only belong to one irritating individual. I sunk down into the couch, looking down at my hand as if it had betrayed me. How did that Slytherin git have that kind of effect on me? Why was I shivering? Because, it wasn't a dream, was it? I ran my hand through my hair. It wasn't a dream. It definitely wasn't a dream! It had been real. Closing my eyes again, I could remember every moment. The way he held my waist, the warmth of his lips, his hand in my hair, the way I felt, the way he made me feel.

Oh my God. Scorpius bloody Malfoy had kissed me. Kissed me! And I had loved every moment of it. He was so … and … I sighed.

And, this explained everything, my longing to fight with him, how I hated having silence between us, and Oh God. This explained his weird behaviour and silence to me, it explained why he was ignoring me . . . It explained that I had gone and messed the whole thing up. For good. I've ruined everything. He hates me now, he really does.

And I don't. I don't hate him. For once, I can honestly say that I don't want to curse him into oblivion, or scream at him, or slap him. I want to … I don't even know. This whole time, I've never hated him have I? I don't think so. I put my head in my hands. I loved the fighting, I loved the screaming. I loved getting pissed of at him, and then thinking about him and how much I wanted to smash his face in. But that's not what I really had wanted. I just hadn't realised it before. I just wanted him, just him. It felt so good to be finally honest with myself. All this time, I had never liked any other guys, cause I had had my heart set on someone else without knowing, and 'logical Rose' had taken over, telling me how much of a . . . prat he was.

It was logical Rose that had got me into this mess. It was Logical Rose's fault I thought it was a dream. Logical Rose's fault that he actually hates me now. And there was nothing I could do about it. Good one Rose. Sometimes I hated my Granger brain. But then, I guess it was the Weasley in me that made me hate him.

I guess there really is a fine line between love and hate, and they can get blurred.

Wait. Did I just think love? I did, didn't I? … I was in love with Scorpius Malfoy. I loved Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!!!!

His smirk, his grey glimmering eyes, his lopsided grace. . . the way he flipped his just-too-long hair out of his eyes.

I'm really screwed.

I stood up suddenly. Not the nicest in feelings when you realise, that actually you'd been living a lie – or telling yourself one for years.

It was not the best moment of my life, realising that I actually loved my worst enemy.

Not to mention that we're playing his team on Saturday for the Quidditch finals. . .

Not to mention he's my main competition when it comes to School marks . . .

Not to mention we share the same dormitory and are the Head students. Together. . .

Not to mention he's best friends with my favourite cousin, and that the majority of my family adore him . . . (Dad not so much, there is a God!)

Not to mention, that even after School's finished, I'll still see him all the time, whether it be working at the ministry together, or staying at Al's house or …

I couldn't think about that anymore. Why had I done that? You know when something bad happens to you, then you realise it was you that caused it, and it makes it a hundred times worse. Yeah. It was worse.

I had to deal with this. A walk sounded good. Suddenly, it was like my life had turned into some kind of melodramatic soap opera.

Before I knew it I was walking down to the lake with Caitlin, a bewildered expression on her face.

I breathed in and out heavily, as we sat under our favourite tree.

"What is it Rose?" she says, looking concerned.

I look from her eyes to the lake, then back to her eyes again. Feeling my own eyes go glassy like the lake.

"This reminds me of how we became friends," I say. Tears now running down my cheeks.

"Rose," she said, looking even more worried. "If this is about Malfoy I'll -"

"Actually, it is." I wipe my eyes, trying to put a brave face on. "I think we need new tactics, I failed."

"What?" she said, looking very confused.

"I never made him wish he wasn't born. I was never ready, I never pushed him out. I let him in. He affected me, and then when the time came, I pushed him away! I-its what I do, isn't it. I'm too weak. Couldn't handle it. And I couldn't even do what you told me to do in first year!" I say, once again bursting into tears.

"Rose," she said, grabbing me and pulling me in for a hug. "You didn't fail. You hated him! You made him think that you hated him, you made us all think you hated him! You made yourself think you hated him. You aren't weak. There's a reason why your Head Girl, and a reason why I'm friends with you. You're a good person. You're true to yourself, you're strong in your opinions, you're caring. You stick up for what you believe in, you're trustworthy, you're reliable, you're friendly, and you're Rose. You're Rose Weasley, my Best Friend. And you're going to get past this, we're going to get past this. We're going to fix this."

She understood it so well, and I hadn't even explained my feelings for him. She actually was the best friend ever.

I smile weakly. And she releases me from the hug.

"I'm just so glad to get that out!" I say, now feeling more cheerful.

"I'm glad you told me." She said, standing up and holding her hand out to me.

"So now I guess …" I say, wondering what I should do about my problem.

"… you should …" Caitlin says shrugging.

"Go back to hating him?" we both say at the same time, then burst out laughing.

Well, wasn't that what I loved about him, hating him? Oh it sure was.

We made our way back to the castle. Laughing about Caitlin's waffle obsession.

It was going to be alright, it really was. I had great friends, a great family. And despite the fact that Malfoy will never like me in that way, I'm pretty sure were back to our old ways. Which I can hardly complain about. After all, I do like a good Love hate relationship . . .

A/N: Soo, I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be happier & back to the normal kind of … writing I guess (: hope you didn't hate it too much! But let me know!! But be nice please … haha. So incase you were wondering in four days they have the Quidditch final, then the week after that it's the Christmas holidays, and there having a Yule Ball, (Cliché I know- but you gotta love it), but I haven't really mentioned Rose and Scorpius helping to organise it, so that'll be coming up too!

Love, Potty x

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