Chapter 2...
Rose's POV.
Wow my family are loud, and I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I made my way down the now clear aisles; everyone had settled into their seats and were probably waiting for the food trolley. I reached the compartment at the front of the train and my heart jumped to my throat.
"You've got to be kidding me." Did I say that out loud? Obviously you said it out loud Rose, he heard you. Now he's staring. Oh god let this be a mistake. I took a breath and opened the carriage door.
"Weasley, please tell me you're not..." his eyes fell to my Head Girl badge as realisation sunk in. He sighed.
"You know, I'm not happy about this either Malfoy." Oh great, that sounded matter-of-factly. Here he goes again.
"Ah Weasel, you can't pretend you're not excited" he smirked, "any girl in school would be dying to take your place."
I shot him a dirty look, "most girls in school have been to your bed Malfoy and from what I hear, they don't plan on returning." Obnoxious git.
"My bedroom maybe, but never my bed, that spot's saved for you Weasley." I think he realised what he said, and automatically regretted it, he blushed and looked away.
"Oh am I hearing this right? The Marvellous Malfoy still holds his virtues, can this be true?" I tried my hardest not to laugh but I couldn't help it.
He looked down and his face flushed pink, "drop it alright?" He almost looked embarrassed.
Aww, I've never seen him like this before, I started to feel guilty. WAIT! I felt sympathy for Scorpious Malfoy? No, that can't be right, can it? We sat the rest of the journey in silence, taking turns on patrols.
Scorpious' POV.
Great, I've been sitting in this bloody compartment for half an hour now, and I'm getting bored. I could be sitting with Zabini and the other Slytherin's right now, but no I'm sitting on my own, waiting to find out who the hell I'll be sharing a room with for the next year. She better not be boring, dull or a know-it-all.
"You've got to be kidding me." I spotted her through the window and had to hold back a snide comment. Surely she wasn't head girl. What am I saying? Of course she was going to be head girl, she's a pompous goodie-two-shoes, and as much as I hate to admit it, she was annoyingly intelligent.
She hovered outside for a few seconds and then opened the door.
"Weasley, please tell me you're not..." I said with a glimmer of hope. My eyes searched for her head girl badge, I let out an involuntary sign when I found it.
"You know, I'm not happy about this either Malfoy." She talks too matter-of-factly; she acts like a professor talking to a dim student. I am not dim!
"Ah Weasel, you can't pretend you're not excited" I smirked, "any girl in school would be dying to take your place." This was kind of true; I was popular around school, especially with the girls. Rose often preferred to call me a slut, but whatever.
She gave me that look she always gives before starting an argument, "most girls in school have been to your bed Malfoy and from what I hear, and they don't plan on returning." Bitch.
"My bedroom maybe, but never my bed, that spot's saved for you Weasley." Oh what did I say that for, she knows I was kidding about her; please tell me I didn't just admit to being a virgin. She's smiling, she's laughing, oh no. Why must I blush? Here we go.
"Oh am I hearing this right? The Marvellous Malfoy still holds his virtues, can this be true?" she was trying not to laugh, but it wasn't working. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter. I focused on the floor rather than her; I couldn't look her in the eye.
She's still laughing, "Drop it alright?" I practically whispered it, I didn't think it would work, but she sat down and didn't speak for the rest of the journey. I stood up and done patrols, half an hour after I returned, she stood up and took duty.
It's not the fact I'm a virgin, I don't mind that. Not to be obnoxious or anything, but I could change that in a heartbeat if I wanted to. It's just, I don't want HER to know that, although I'm not sure why.
The silence is usually comfortable, but this time it was just plain awkward. I noticed her glancing at me, in all honesty I only noticed because I kept glancing at her. I didn't know what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Before we knew it, it had grown quite dark outside and the train was nearing Hogsmeade station. It was the Head Boy and Girl's duty to ensure the first years find Hagrid.
"Firs' years follow me!" the half-giant nitwit, was heard everywhere. He greeted Weasley with a gentle hug and a congratulations, he mumbled something to me and nodded his head, I replied with "yeah, thanks, I guess."
After we put the first years on the boat we headed to our own carriage pulled by thestrals. I know she couldn't see them, but Weasley was aware of their presence. I could see them, but I didn't plan on telling her that. You see I witnessed my grandfather, Lucius Malfoy's death. Admittedly I should have been slightly more upset when he passed away, but we never seen eye to eye. Although I know he was wrong, I still didn't believe he deserved to die in so much pain. A lot of people said it was karma; even father seemed slightly un-phased by his loss.
We pulled up at the school, and were greeted by Professor McGonagall.
"Mr Malfoy, Miss Weasley, how are you both? A good journey I presume? We can talk later, but first we must hurry to the sorting ceremony, we are running terribly late." With that she left, quickly towards the great hall.
The Sorting was as long and boring as usual, and was often interrupted by rumbling stomachs, my own included. After the meal, everyone was full and began heading to their dormitories. Weasley and I followed McGonagall to what seemed like a dead end. She tapped the tapestry with her wand and it rolled up in front of us, revealing the entrance the common room.
"I trust you understand the rules and expectations, if you are in doubt, you are most probably not supposed to do it, Mr. Malfoy" oh great another lecture. She smiled sweetly to HER and then scowled at me.
"Your privileges can be stripped, should you misbehave. You both have the authority to add or minus house points and also give detentions, providing your reasons are eligible." And surprise, surprise, she looked at me again. McGonagall explained we do not have a password, but our wands are keys to the dormitories, and only our wands. She also stressed that only we were allowed to enter the common room, and one guest per Head could keep us company.
She walked away and shouted over her shoulder, "remember to keep your hands to yourself" she held a stern look on her face and we both under stood what she meant. We walked into the common room blushing, Weasley slightly ahead of me.
The common room was, well, bright. Being a Slytherin I was used to the dark dungeon, but the room was full of windows, with views of the lake and the mountains and also of Hogsmeade. I continued to look around; I went off to bathroom and noticed there is a sink with two shelves at either side, one painted purple and the other painted red. I headed to the room labelled 'HEAD BOY' the inside of the room was decorated in red and beige. Red is my favourite colour, but how did they know that? All the furniture was a wooden beige colour, and honestly, I quite liked. I decided it had been quiet long enough, so I went to find Weasley and, make up, after what had happened on the train.
I crossed the room that was decorated in cream and gold, I suppose they had to keep it neutral, to the room labelled 'HEAD GIRL' the door was slightly ajar so I just walked in. I found Weasley lying on the bed, reading a book. The two rooms were set the same, hers being purple and beige. I stood there for a while, but she didn't notice my company.
"Nice bed Weasel, mind if I Slytherin?" maybe a joke would break the ice?
She rolled on to side, placed the book down and stared at me, an evil smile spread across her face. I did not like where this was going.
"Ready to give up your virtues, are you Malfoy?" she replied in smugness, if she was I guy I'd punch her in the face.
"Do you know what? You're a cow Rose Weasley! I should never have made the effort." I slammed the door and walked away, I heard her jump. Not wanting to show her the tears welling up in my eyes, I ran to my room and slammed the door. A few seconds later I heard a small knock on my door.
Rose's POV
We climbed through the entrance; I was slightly ahead of him, hoping he wouldn't notice I was blushing. I walked around the room as he went off towards the bathroom, after I took in the bright, open space I headed to my room. The whole room was decorated in a deep purple colour and loved it, I wonder how they knew? Anyway, seeing as all my things had been unpacked, I grabbed a book from my bag and lay on the bed.
"Nice bed Weasel, mind if I Slytherin?" arrogant jerk.
I rolled over and put my book down, looking up at him I smiled, "Ready to give up your virtues, are you Malfoy?" I instantly regretted it. His face fell and he looked hurt. I'm such a bitch.
"Do you know what? You're a cow Rose Weasley! I should never have made the effort." He sounded hurt, and I automatically felt guilty. He slammed the door and quickly ran to his room, and then he slammed his own door as I opened mine. Now it was my turn.
I slowly walked the distance of the cream and beige room, until I reached his door. I could hear him mumbling something; he was definitely angry as he kicked the objects around the room. I knocked the door quietly and held my breath. He stopped moving inside.
"Malfoy?" he didn't answer me, I could tell he was annoyed. "Look Malfoy, I know you can hear me, please open the door. If I'm going to apologise, it'll be face to face, not face to door."
I heard him sigh and then move towards the door.
"What Weasley?" ooh harsh! His voice was shaking, but still ice cold. I noticed his eyes were wet and sort of red. He noticed my acknowledgement and quickly rubbed his eyes.
"Malfoy have you been crying?" I didn't mean to sound so concerned, I mean what did I care? He made me cry all the time. He took a deep breath and looked thoughtful.
"What's it to you?" he asked sharply. I moved closer to him so I could see his face clearly. "But no I haven't!"
I raised my eyebrow at him, and looked at him with a don't-lie-to-me kind of look. The same one I used when talking to my brother or Albus. And then I sighed.
He whispered so quietly I struggled to hear him, "not yet anyway." I shot my head towards him, and he instantly blushed, I don't think I was supposed to hear him.
"Oh Malfoy, what's wrong? I honestly didn't mean to hurt you this much; I thought you were thick skinned"
He brushed past me and sat on the couch.
"Look, Rose, we can't stay in the same room if we continue to fight, so we have to sort this out and call a truce," he said this thoughtfully, like he had been considering it for a while.
I took the seat beside him and smiled sweetly; I put my hand on his and looked at him.
"Did you just call me Rose?" I wasn't sure if calling me by my forename was his intentions, but he has never done it before.
"Look Scorpious, when I joked about, your, erm, virtues, I was only joking. I didn't intend for you to take it to heart. I'm still a, eh, I still have mine, and personally I don't think it's a bad thing. It's nothing to be ashamed of anyway." I could feel myself blush, oh god what was happening to me?
"Rose, look, I am in no way embarrassed of being a, erm, of not having had, well, you know what I mean. Imnotashamedofbeingavirgin. I just didn't want you to know. I don't know why, and I don't understand why I blushed but I did so can we forget about? And never mention this subject again." He said it so quickly it took a minute to process, but he was still smiling. I noticed he was looking at my hand, which was still holding his, but I didn't move it.
We sat and talked civilly for a few hours. We held general conversations about our families, our summers and what classes we were taking this year. You know, he's not as bad as he first came across.
He stood up to go to bed. Without thinking I put my hand out and he helped me up, at first I stumbled and fell into him. Scorpious looked down; he lowered his face to mine and me and whispered in my ear.
"Night Weasley. Truce"
When I had reached my door, I turned around and said softly, "Truce Malfoy, goodnight."