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Yes… I KNOW it was probably rude to leave Al in the Great Hall without much of an explanation, but HONESTLY, did you really think that I would be all to keen on agreeing that the Slytherin and myself are alike? Because if you did, you are quite daft...

Well, anyway, after I marched off, trying to avoid my cousin, and head to the Common Room, I saw Lily, Lily Luna Potter, with her face nearly attached to who must be Elliot Longbottom. I never truly had a problem with Elliot, but REALLY, Lily is two years younger than him...and UGH. I'm going to need to have a talk with that girl about who is and who is not okay to date. I nearly threw up the little of dinner I had thinking of all the things she had most obviously done with the boy. I turned around before Lily could spot me, and of course, made my way to the Library instead of the Common Room. I mean after all, I am Hermione Granger's daughter, am I not?

I went to do some research on my Potions Essay that was assigned today (I feel it's necessary to learn what can be learned as soon a possible). I was learning about the Potion Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world. What are the chances? I mean, looking back at that, I really should have realized that Fate must have been trying to tell me something. But I went on oblivious.

Another thing I was oblivious to was the person in the same aisle I was, which would explain why I bumped into him.

"Oh excuse me, I didn't-" I cut myself off, because who else would be standing there, other than the blond haired Slytherin I was desperately hoping had died in some freak accident.

He smirked at me, "You should really watch where you're going, Weasley. You might bump into somebody you'd rather not see."

"It must have slipped that thing you called a brain, but there are multiple Weasleys in this school, so you really could be referring to any of them."

"Ahh, but see, I am looking at only one, so it must be quite easy to understand which one I am referring to, or maybe you just don't have enough intelligence to understand such a simple concept?" He looked at me, knowing that this time he had truly managed to push my buttons. Curse him for knowing how. But I do not step down from a argument. I am much to determined to allow myself to lose such a thing.

"I have more intelligence than you could ever dream of-"

"Do you ever shut up?" He interrupted me. WHO does he think he is? Having the NERVE to interupt Rose Weasley.

I glared at him, and soon went back to looking for a book on Amortentia, and tried to ignore the boy as much as I could.

Which turned out not to be very well, because as soon as I sat down, he came and sat down right across from me. Without giving him the satisfaction of even a glance, I took out my quill and tried to start writing. Flipping through the book, page by page, scanning for information. Every once in a while I would sneak a glance, and see him reading a book, his face scrunched up as if he was trying to think really hard, and every once in a while he would let out a sigh, as if what he had thought he'd found hadn't been there. When I finished my introduction, I looked at the time. Only thirty minutes had passed and I had another hour until closing time. I was just about to start the second paragraph when I realized that Malfoy was staring at me.

"What are you looking at Scorpius?" I asked trying to keep my eyes on my paper.

"I could have been asking you that same thing this whole evening." He said to me, not giving any emotion away in his voice. When I looked up, I saw an impassive face. Not holding its usual smirk, or even sometimes, smile. I tried to read something off his face, but he did a very good job at keeping it blank, as if he had all the practice in the world.

"What's wrong with you? Earlier you were fine, and now what?" I asked, trying to keep a light tone, but utterly failing.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just trying to finish my work, and you feel it necessary to interrupt me, to what? Argue?" He voice was cold and serious.

"Well, excuse me for bothering to ask what's wrong. It's what people do to be friendly. Obviously your parents never told you about them Malfoy, so let me tell you. Manners-"

"I know what manners are Weasley, don't waste your breath." And at that he packed up his things and walked away.

Did I say something?

Oh yeah. I called him Malfoy...Nice going Rose.

"ROSE!" Albus yelled at me.

"What is it?" I asked not bothering to look at him, as we walked to Herbolagy together, because Slytherin and Gryffindor had a joined class.

"What did you do to Scorpius?"

"I didn't DO anything." I said with enough attitude.

"Fine Rose, what did you SAY?"

"Well, I didn't think I had said anything, but obviously he gets very touchy feeling when I say things like "Obviously your parents never told you about them Malfoy", because after I said that, he was as cold as stone." At that I smiled to myself for the nicely put analogy I made.

"Smooth Rose...very smooth..." He looked annoyed with me.

Why are people always looking at me like that? Its not as if I said anything terrible. "What, he calls me Weasley all the time? Actually that's ALL he calls me." my tone, also very annoyed.

"You KNOW why Rose. Think about it like this. There's been a long line of Malfoys, most without any good traits. He's been getting insult after insult because of his family, and has tried to lose the title as The Malfoy's Son, his whole life. And you had to call him that."

"Well I'm not about to call him Scorpius when he's pissing me off, am I?"

"You normally don't care." His tone matching mine extraordinarily well. That's what you get when you grow up with your best friend. They know how to argue with you, and sometimes how to beat you at your own game.

"Albus Severus Potter," I said this knowing he'd get even more angry with me, why do I like pushing people's buttons so much? "It's not your job to come and tell me to apologize, if Scorpios wants to talk about, he can come and talk to me about himself."

That day, I sat with Caitlyn instead of Albus.

A week had gone on of me avoiding both Albus and Scorpious, and even in such a big castle, it is rather hard to do. Especially when they've told your whole family whats going on, so you have to watch out for them too.

But, after a week, I gave in. I sat next to Albus for breakfast pretending as if nothing had happened. I'm good at that too. Pretending, I mean.

"Hello Al! Morning Scorpius. How are you today?" Al caught on, knowing what I was doing, but Scorpious just eyed me wearily.

After we had a nice simple conversation, discussing our classes, and everything else, Scorpious was confused as ever.

He started whispering to Al, I caught only bits and piece such as... "Gone mad" "Forgotten?" "Are you serious?"

Al shot him a look, and then bounced up. "I've just remembered! I've left my Charms essay in my trunk upstairs, I'll meet you both there!" He said while racing out of the Great Hall.

Scorpius and I looked at eachother.

Well isn't THIS awkward...

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