Waking up in the Hospital Wing is not one of the fondest memories I will have. You know, with the headaches, and the confusion of "How the hell did I even get here?" sort of things.

Another thing you don't expect is to see someone with the blondest hair on the planet be sitting at your bedside. He was wringing his hands, and randomly shaking his head. He started mumbling things under his breath.

Confusion was all I was feeling at that point. "Why are you here?" I asked suddenly.

His eyes shot up and he saw me looking at him. "I- umm. Well I was just... I was wondering if you were okay, that's all."

And for a second time, disappointment washed over my face. "Oh well... Obviously I am, so I guess you can just go, or whatever." I actually had this strange urge to ask him to stay, but I refused to voice it.

"Wait. There- there was one more thing." I looked expectantly at him. At this, he leaned in. My breath caught for a moment, and wasn't entirely sure what I was supposed to do. I mean, Romance Novels can only get you so far. It's not as if they give you tips on kissing. That's when it hits me. Yes, I do know that I'm a Weasley. I also know for a fact I am just like my mother, a Granger. So explain to me why my face is far to incredibly close to this blond haired Slytherin, whose surname just might happen to be Malfoy? Oh yes. I remember. Albus. ABLUS POTTER I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!

But before I could have any reaction, warm lips pressed into mine and-

I woke up to a tremendous scream echoing in the Wing. When I realized it was my own, I tried to calm myself down. That didn't work out to well, considering I was still sweating, and feeling quite shaky.

First, why was Scorpious MALFOY in my dreams? And why was I kissing him?

Oh right, because of the brain damage Al gave me when I ran into him.

Albus. Severus. Potter. I will KILL you.

Mark my words.

Madam Bell kept me there for AGES I tell you.

I mean, all I did was bump my head on Al's and fall to the ground. Surely nothing too bad had happened to my head(other than giving me terrible nightmares about Scorpius, that is). And I really needed to get back to my classes.

Ah, who am I kidding. I need to get out of here to strangle Al, of course. What else would I do with my free time? Other than study, that is, because. You know. I'm all for studying.

But no, neither going to class or strangling Al would be on my To Do list today. It would consist solely of lying in bed all day waiting for something interesting to happen. In the Hospital Wing. I know for a fact, I wont have that much luck.

So to pass my time, in an act of desperation, I started counting all the cracks in the ceiling. Which is a lot, might I add. Hogwarts is very old.

Mumbling to myself, "1023. 1024. 1025..." is how Al found me.

"So you DID bump your head really hard." Al smirked.

I jumped in my bed, and glared at the boy who was the reason for all my troubles. "Yes I did. And look. Now you've made me lose count. I'm going to have to start all over once you leave."

"Do you know when she'll be letting you out?" He asked, hopefully.

"No. Why do you care?"

At this, his expression turned sheepish. "Er, nothing. I just... Well. There's an essay due in potions...and I was hoping-"

He stopped talking when he say my face. "Er. Yeah... No reason." He said, trying to level out the tension in the air.

I turned on my side, not granting him a response, and said. "Al, I'm tired. Would you just go?"

Sensing my gloomy mood, he didn't bother protesting. "Sure. See you around Rose. Hope you feel better."

I didn't say anything, and after a while of waiting, he walked away.

Well...

Strike One.

When she finally DID let me out, which was 2 days later, mind you, I was jumping for joy. Because, my god, how long was I supposed to stay in that prison?

So as I ran out of the room, whistling with joy, the only thought on my mind was work. So being as it was time for my Muggle Studies class, I rushed to get there in time.

Being as its 6th year, there are very few people that actually take Muggle Studies. That being, The Royal Pain(Scorpius, if you hadn't guessed), Elliot Longbottom, Aurora Zambini, and myself. Disgusting, I know.

So as I run into class, I see Professor Clarke at the front of the class. "Welcome Ms. Weasley, thank you for finally showing up."

"I'm sorry sir, I just had gotten released-"

"No excuses Weasley," Really? Thanks, thanks a lot. Like its MY fault she would let me out earlier. "Please take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy."

Oh great. Just what I needed today. Scorpius.

But all I said was "Yes sir" and made my way to my seat.

He smirks at me as I walk over. "Wipe that smirk off your face Scorpius, before I smack it off." I whisper when I sit down.

Yes. I do have temper, if you haven't noticed.

"But Weasley, how could I? This is just so entertaining."

"Why aren't you sitting with Zambini? Or Elliot, even?" Because at the moment, Elliot was for sure not my favorite cousin. He did snog her, did he not?

"Because," He whispered, "They're partners, and you and me are partners. Apparently were getting a group assignment."

"Oh great. Now I have to spend even MORE time with you. Kill. Me. Now."

Clarke coughs. "Excuse me, Ms. Weasley, is there something you'd like to inform us all?"

My whole face turns bright red. Curse the famous Weasley Blush.

Scorpius chuckles, making sure Professor Clarke can't see him.

"Nothing Sir. I apologize," I say, trying to make it as sincere as possible. Which is quite hard to do, I promise you. I mean, have you noticed what a terrible person he is?

"Now, as I was saying, before Ms. Weasley kindly interupted..." And after that I just zoned out.

Of course my peace doesn't last too long, because before I know it, Scorpius is pinching me.

"Oww!" I say, trying not to be loud. "What was that for?"

He hands me a piece of paper. As if he couldn't have just PASSED it to me.

It read:

So why were you in the Infirmary for so long?

Did they finally realize how messed up the head you are?

Normally, I don't sink to the level of passing notes in class.

But, this was, of course, and exception.

No, why? Were you worried that your love had lasting damage, and that she'd never remember you?

He read the note and gave me a look.

As if. I mean, I know you wish you could have something as amazing as this, but.. Well, I'm sorry, but nobody, even remotely attractive could want you.

Well. That stung. A lot.

Why, I'm not certain.

Are you that jealous that you need to insult me to make yourself feel superior?

He smirks.

More like I needed to keep you in line. You know. Don't want you to get your hopes up that someone like ME likes YOU, of all people.

Ouch.

Well. There you have it. The next Chapter. What do you all think of a chapter in Scorpius' point of veiw? I've been contemplating it.

Let me know and review!