Hey again everybody!

Yep, that's right, I'm still here! Your eyes do not decieve you, this is another chapter of Friend, Best Friend! (Finally!)

So sorry it took so long, I have forgot about this. I have two other half-written chapters, so hopefully they'll be up quicker, especially now that my long Help Me, Please ScoRose is finished.

I hope you enjoy this one. It's got more of a flirty/romance ScoRose, which I enjoyed writing, but there will still be friendship chapters coming. I hope you all like this! Let me know?

Suggested by heatherblaze:

A friend borrows your stuff for a few days,

A best friend keeps your stuff for so long they forget it is yours

The Seventh Year Boys' Dorm in the Slytherin dungeons was eerily quiet when I knocked on the door after dinner.

My eyebrows creased slightly, and I glanced back down the corridor to see if anybody was around.

Nobody.

I sighed aloud.

Where was he?

I hadn't seen Scorpius in almost two weeks, apart from the occasional glimpse in the hallways or brief chat between lessons as we hurried past each other in opposite directions. He'd said specifically that we could meet after dinner tonight because he finally wasn't busy with Quidditch.

Going two weeks without a best friend to talk to was depressing.

So when he didn't answer the door to his unusually empty room, I decided just to wander in. He'd probably be here soon.

As soon as the door opened, I heard the shower running. None of his roommates were around, and I knew it had to be him in the shower because there were clothes strewn all over his bed.

I kicked them off haphazardly, and flopped down on to his bed with a sigh.

His room was a mess - with five teenage boys, what else would you expect? - but I fished his hoodie out from under a pile of his clothes on the floor and put it on.

It was always cold in the dungeons.

I relaxed back on the bed, sprawling out and making myself at home, and was just starting to feel drowsy when the water was shut off, and I heard him whistle.

He traipsed out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, humming his version of the Hogwarts theme tune and completely missing me as I lay practically attached to his warm bed.

He opened his underwear draw and went to take off his towel.

"Might wanna start scanning rooms before you get naked, hot stuff," I joked.

He jumped, yelped like a girl, and turned to stare at me with wide eyes. "What the hell?"

I grinned. "You said 'meet at seven'. It's seven."

"So you commandeered my bed?" He asked, incredulous.

"What's wrong, don't enjoy having a girl in your bed, Mr Malfoy?" I raised my eyebrows teasingly.

He smirked.

"Well…" He started as he sauntered over.

As soon as he got within reach to touch me, I caved. I squealed and jumped off the bed.

"Okay, okay, okay, you win!" I grinned.

"As I always do," He told me triumphantly as he got up and began looking for some clothes to wear. "By the way, I like the bow."

"The what?" I asked, confused. From his position leaning over the bed, he turned and gave me a charming smile.

"That large brown bow in your hair?" He pressed, amused. "No? Not recollecting that?"

"Oh!" I chose to ignore his teasing. "The bow. Right. Yes. Lily borrowed it from me, wanted an accessory that didn't clash with her hair. She gave it back to me at dinner and I didn't have anywhere to put it so I put it on."

"Well…" He straightened up, having pulled his jeans on under his towel. "It looks… nice."

I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks."

"Good," He hurried to say, now looking round for some other item of clothing. "Great. Pretty."

I grinned. "Relax, Scor, I'm not actually fishing for compliments, I'm just teasing you."

He shot me another smile.

"What do you wanna do tonight, then?" He asked, now kicking his clothes about in annoyance.

"Erm, I don't mind really… whatever you- Scor?"

"Hmm?" I could see he was working himself up in to a frenzy, but he stopped to look at me.

"What are you looking for?"

"My Zonko's hoodie," He said. "I can't find it anywhere…"

"You mean the Zonko's hoodie I'm currently wearing?" I raised my eyebrows as he pretended to look annoyed.

"Hey, that's my favourite hoodie!"

"But, let's face it, it looks a darn sight better on me," I grinned and struck a pose.

He titled his head and narrowed his eyes. "If you're just here to steal my stuff, Miss Weasley, I-"

I laughed, and he smiled. "Me? Me steal your stuff? How long have you had my Quidditch goggles? Or my Chess set? Or my Charms textbook for?"

He picked up the textbook on the side of the desk. "This Charms textbook?" He smirked.

I made to grab it, but he held it out of my reach easily, leaving me reaching out on all fours across his bed.

"Scorpius!"

"Yes?" He asked innocently.

"Scorpius!"

He laughed. "Okay, I'll give you the others, but this is actually my book, I swear."

"No it's not!" I laughed.

"It is!" He complained, smiling, as we sat on the bed. "I think I remember which books are mine."

"Oh really?" I challenged, taking the book easily out of his hands and flipping to the inside back cover. I read aloud. "'This book is the property of Rose Molly Weasley'… and then underneath that it clearly states: 'Not Scorpius Malfoy'."

I gave him a triumphant grin, and he rolled his eyes at me.

"I swear it was mine," He complained childishly.

"Hmm," I teased, rolling out of his bed and onto the floor because I couldn't be bothered to stand up. "Let's see what else you've got hiding round here that's mine…"

I was now on the floor on all fours, rooting around under his bed and pulling out random objects.

"Er, Rose?"

"Hmm?"

"You might want to remember that this is the bedroom of five teenage guys…"

"So?" I mumbled pulling a box out from under his old Hogwarts cloak.

"So I should warn you now that I can't be held accountable for what you find," he replied, and then I heard the bed springs creak as he threw himself onto it, casually laying his hands behind his head.

"I'm a big girl, Scor, I think I can handle- Oh my god!" I shoved the lid back on the box and rammed it back under his bed.

"Found the-"

"Yep."

He laughed as I sat back on the side of his bed, just about managing to find myself enough space to squeeze my body next to his thighs. "I did warn you."

"You dirty boy," I teased again, slapping him on the leg.

He just threw his head back and laughed again. "Okay, so now that I've been forced to give you my charms book-"

"My charms book!" I reminded him with an exasperated laugh myself. "I have proof!"

"Proof smoof," He waved his hand dismissively as I stared down at him. "You know you'll never get it back for long. I don't have the manners of Lily."

"Hey, I've got an idea," I suddenly exclaimed as if I'd just had an epiphany. "How about you buy your own Charms book?"

He gave me the most shocked expression he could muster. "Are you kidding me? I can't afford that!"

"Scor," I laughed. "You're bloody loaded."

"Yeah, but girls are expensive."

I slapped him again. "How about you stick to the one girl then?"

"Where's the fun in that?" He asked seriously.

"Well maybe you'll actually feel like you're loved for once, and girls won't be gushing over you all the time and getting into ridiculous catty fights over which one of them you belong to. Plus, it would be nice for once to be able to walk into a bathroom and not feel like I'm going to throw up over all the bimbos who are describing your techniques. I mean, honestly, any one would think you were frickin' king of the world with the way they fawn all over you like they're not being used."

"Whoa," He simply stated when I was finished. "Where did that come from?"

I was breathing somewhat heavily, my cheeks flushed from embarrassment. I hadn't meant the outburst, but these were things which already irritated me, and realising these past two weeks that I maybe depended on our relationship a lot more than I'd thought just made me more irritated.

Plus, there was also the fact that I was more than a little jealous.

"Sorry," I sighed. "You know how I feel about your reputation. It degrades women."

"It's cause you're jealous," He grinned cheekily at me, hitting the mark exactly, but evidently not quite realising it.

That's what I liked about Scorpius - he didn't get mad at my opinion, he just accepted it as my own, and tried to calm me down.

Unfortunately, he was now using something completely true to tease me, and I didn't have a flirty comeback.

I shot him a warning glare. "No, it isn't."

"Just a little…" He continued, ignoring my look.

It was time I left before I said something stupid.

I stood up abruptly. "I've got to go."

"But…" Now he was sitting up too, as I crossed to the door. His tone had turned wary, his expression confused and worried. "What's wrong? I thought we were going to hang out? I was only teasing, Rose, I swear. We can talk about something else, if you like. Whatever you want."

"I… shouldn't have been so rude, I'm sorry," I tried to pry the door open, but he was suddenly there, wedging me against it so that it remained closed.

Hands either side of my face, his weight leaning into me, he scrutinised my face carefully. "What's wrong, Rose? Did I do something…"

"Could you…" I bit my lip in nervousness and closed my eyes. "Could you put a shirt on, please?"

And suddenly the mood lightened a little, a light obviously switched on in his head.

I didn't have to look to know that he was smirking, but I did look anyway. "Am I distracting you?" He breathed, teased.

"Don't use that charm smile on me, hot stuff," I teased back, embarrassment from my outburst fading away. Flirting I could do, it was normal for us. "I'm not going to be seduced that easily."

"What if I reminded you that I'm not wearing any underwear?" He whispered softly in my ear, his lips brushing my skin ever so gently.

"Well, damn," I spoke aloud, my emotions getting the best of me, and I reached up to kiss him.

He didn't hesitate, and neither did I.

To be honest, it was about time one of us caved.

It wasn't until I pushed him backwards and his knees buckled from the impact of the bed, bringing us both tumbling down, that I broke away.

He was breathing heavily, looking a little dazed, hair a mess.

"Well, damn," He repeated, pulling the bow Lily had only given back to me earlier that evening out of my hair so all of it tumbled down my back. "Didn't expect you to actually give in."

"You know me," I told him truthfully, smirking as I rested my hands on his still bare chest. "I don't do the expected."

Then I made to push away from him. He caught my hands to stop me.

"Where do you think your going, babe?"

"Babe?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

He looked completely unfazed. "You wanna know why I never tried the one girl thing?"

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask. So sue me, I was curious.

"Didn't have the right girl," He didn't even look the slightest bit embarrassed.

"That's so cheesy," I rolled my eyes, but I kissed him again.

"Does this mean I can keep the book?" He asked hopefully as I sat up.

"Scorpius?" I smiled slightly.

"Hmm?"

"Not a chance."

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