Days after the little incident between Scorpius and I and everything's fine. Neither of us has yet to bring up the whole Landon, or Stephanie, thing and we haven't been alone together since. Some people have been asking me if we broke up, because we've been being nice to each other, but that's definitely not the reason. We weren't even going out to begin with so I don't know how that would work exactly. I think they've come to this conclusion because being nice to each other is actually quite eerie. It's just not normal.

Well, that's what the people from the outside see, which would be everyone who isn't me or Scorpius. Little do they know... we're still being just as mean to each other but in a more formal way. I guess you could say that. I've been sending him letters, he's been sending me letters. It's all cool. I mean if me calling him a jerk, and him calling me a slut, when no one's paying attention then everything's fine. Actually, I have no idea why we're being secretive.

Anyway, what's really important is what we write to each other. You guys are probably thinking we write these cute little love notes and stuff like that but we don't. I don't really know what we write ourselves. I think it's just stuff we really we want to say but in a more indirect route. Also something you may want to know: I have yet to tell him that Albus sent his letter to me. I could definitely call him out on it but I think it would be better if I just leave it alone. I don't really need anymore drama in my life.

Dear Scorpius,

Isn't it about time we cut it with the surnames? Not that I care because we're not even talking to each other to begin with. Why do you think that is? Never mind. Don't get lost in thought. You'll be a stranger there.

Anyway, on to more important things. Such as something I believe you're not a big fan of but I insist on talking about anyway. No, forget that. I don't wanna bring that up right now. Knowing you, you would probably just turn it against me like you do everything else. So just pretend I didn't write that because I, Rose Weasley, refuse to waste perfectly good parchment because I wrote something that was stupid. Although you already knew that.

I'm off track. I forgot what I was even writing this for so I'll just tell you something else.

Did you know that there's a betting pool on us? People are actually betting that we get together by the end of the year. It's funny because that would never happen because I hate you with a passion. Not to mention that James is quite persuasive. He'd probably kill you. Do you think they would allow me to bet, too? I'd like to take all their money. No, no, no. Something even better. Lily bet! I mean she really bet that we would.

Ew. Why the hell am I writing to you like we're friends? I think us being so 'nice' to each other is getting to my head. Also, I have something of yours. It's something you're going to want to destroy.

Lots of hate,
Rose Weasley

P.S: Stephanie's been asking about you. You shouldn't get people's hopes up you know. And if you could tell you're ex-girlfriend, Violet, to stop looking at me like she's going to tear my freaking head off then that would be nice.

P.P.S: End of the year's almost here. Keep it up and I just might miss you. As a practice target, that is.

Dearest Rosie,

On the topic of surnames: If you didn't notice, the last few letters I have sent you did not say Weasley except maybe one. And it's not the same exactly when you're writing it because you're not really saying it. I don't know about you but I would rather hear someone say something than just see it.

For the sake of you, I will disregard that. I lied. I do NOT 'turn everything against you'.

Did I know? Ha. I freaking created it! No, I lied. And I'll have you know that I, Scorpius Malfoy, am very lovable. You just hate me because you like being different and because my last name is Malfoy. That can change though. It's just a name. Not that I care. I don't even like you. I don't have a death wish either. You have too many cousins. James is enough to keep me at bay.

If we're not friends and we're not enemies at the moment does that mean we're just benefits? What could you possibly have of mine? Trust me, if you have it it's not important.

Mutual feelings,
Scorpius Malfoy

P.S: Let's not go over that situation again. Why would I tell my ex-girlfriend to do anything? She's not mine anymore. I can't control what she does.

You won't miss me.

Do NOT call me Rosie!

I'm surprised you've replied! At first I thought you wouldn't because I remember you saying something along the lines of "I don't care." Or can I just add that to your list of lies?

THERE ARE NO BENEFITS! Either that or you don't know how to pleasure your partner.

You'll be surprised at what I can get my hands on. Ignore how inappropriate that sounds.

I just realized that you can read! AND WRITE!,
Rose Weasley

P.S: She was 'yours'? You're pretty possessive, no?

Rosie, Rosie, Rosie, Rosie, Rosie,

Going to ignore that.

Do not insult my sexual performance. You can ask Annabeth about that.

Going to ignore the rest. Like you do me.

Malfoy

After that I sent him nothing else. That was really low. Yes, I know they had a relationship that only lasted two weeks but I don't want to know what they did. And I most definitely don't like remembering that they went out in the first place. No! I'm not saying that because I like him. Psssh. Get a hold of yourself. Don't give me any of that crap about denial and jealousy and all that because I couldn't care less. I'll admit it. I don't like Scorpius Malfoy. I want him. Let the difference be known. Why do I want him? Because he's my opposite. Opposites attract. WHABAM! Easy as pie.

Now onto the stuff that's actually written in the letters. What do I have of Scorpius'? Isn't it obvious? I have the freaking letter he wrote but didn't want me to have. I know I said I didn't want any drama but that was before. I don't want drama specifically I just want to annoy him. I want to see him. I want to see him so I can talk to him that is.

About the betting pool: Can you believe that? I thought it was only Annabeth and Stephanie who would bet on something like that but I was wrong. WRONG! Want to hear the list of the people who are betting? Well, there's Annabeth, Stephanie, Zabini, Nott, Flint, Lily, Logan, Violet, Lauren, Darien, Paul, Jonah, and of course, Landon. I swear he's the one who started the whole thing. What the people bet is a mystery to me. I just know that they were included.

Will I really miss Scorpius Malfoy when the year ends? No comment.

)*(

The one good thing about Scorpius Malfoy is he gets what he wants. Most of the time. Why is this such an important factor? Because we don't have to set anything up. If he wants something he will go and get it. Like for instance, I have something that he might want he's going to come and get it. Do I know when? No. Does that make it more exciting? Yes.

That's why today I made sure that I was alone at every chance I could get. That's why when I got to the end of the hall and I felt someone pull me around the corner, I didn't even flinch. Okay maybe I did but I wasn't scared. I was waiting for this to happen. I knew it was going to happen.

"What do you have?" He asked immediately, pinning me to the wall.

"No, greeting. Such a gentleman."

"I don't have time for your games today."

I think it should be the other way around because he's definitely the one who plays all the games. He pretends to be in love with you one day and then the next he can't stand you. He pretended to care one second and then the next he couldn't care less. I, however, am true to my feelings and am totally honest. That's just a fib but it's also called exaggeration. Have to make him seem like more of a bad person than he actually is. That's a joke.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"I don't believe that's any of your business right now. So either you have something of mine or you don't. It's totally fine if you lied just so we could talk but really, I don't have time right now. Time for that, I mean. We need to talk. I mean- forget it." Someone's a little confident about themselves.

If you're as confused as I am don't worry. I can't seem to decide between he actually has some place to go or he wants to talk to me but doesn't really care about the thing I have that's his. What do you think? Either way I don't really care.

Noticing that he wasn't quite up to foreplay, I took the little crumbled up note out of my pocket and checked to make sure it was the right one before throwing it in his face. I've been waiting to do that for a while now but it didn't really compare to my fantasies. NO NOT SEXUAL FANTASIES! How would that even work out? I throw the paper at him and then we start shagging? Not very sensual if you ask me. I'm Rose Weasley, my brain can come up with way better than that. What's really important is his reaction.

In which his eyes flickered down for just a second to read and I couldn't help but wonder if he'd even read past the first line. "Where'd you get this?" Were the first words to come out of his mouth when he looked back up at me. He seemed to be fuming, too. Good thing I scribbled out Albus' name and comment before I planned on giving it to him.

"Your conscience. Thought I should return it after I borrowed it." I answered with a smirk.

"This is what was so important that you had me freaking following you whenever I could just to get a chance to talk to you about it? I must say that I am quite disappointed, Weasley. Is this your attempt at getting me to admit to something that you won't even admit to. Nice attempt."

"Something like that. And if you weren't such a cocksure prick who only worries about his reputation then we wouldn't be in this situation. Now would we? But NO! You can't just say three measly words." I countered with a roll of my eyes as I watched him rip that letter up. I had been planning on keeping that but I guess that would be impossible now. He was destroying the evidence like I said he would do. So predictable.

How we even got to this conversation? I don't even know. I was actually saving the whole jealousy talk for some other day. And when I say 'three measly words' I mean 'I admit it.' Not 'I love you' or 'I like you.' Get over it. We're not going to happen. I think. It doesn't matter that I don't know the real answer because there's a fifty-fifty chance that it's not going to happen.

"Let's not go there, love. Did you realize that that was more than three words? Anyway, you won't say the fucking words either so why do I have to? Stop acting like you're so oblivious to everything when you clearly know everything because you're a know-it-all. You just know everything. You know everyone's feelings, thoughts, and things about them that they don't even know themselves. It's so infuriating!" His eyes closed and his hands fell to either side of me against the wall.

"Yes, just throw me under the bus because you can't confront your feelings."

"I'd like to. Throw you under the bus that is."

"That's why you're in Slytherin."

"No. I'm in Slytherin because I do whatever to get what I want. And other things but let's not get into that. Agreed?"

I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer. Sometimes I think the only reason he was put in Slytherin is because he clearly tries to be better than everyone. Even himself, which is pretty sad when you think about it. I don't know how you're going to become better than yourself but I swear he certainly does try. Not to mention the fact that he's a Malfoy.

"Can you like... I don't know. MOVE!" Placing my hands on his chest I pushed as hard as I could. Wasn't very much apparently because he didn't even budge.

"Can you stop being an insufferable know-it-all?"

"Can you stop being an arrogant prat?"

I am NOT an insufferable know-it-all. I haven't corrected anyone in what? A long time. Yes it's true that I answer a lot of questions and can be labeled as a teacher's pet but I am not an insufferable know-it-all. If he couldn't stand me he wouldn't be here right now to tell me that. If he couldn't stand me he wouldn't be this close to me. If he couldn't stand me, we wouldn't constantly find ourselves in situations like this one which usually end in snogging.

For a second, we looked at each other, no words passing between us. My hands were still on his chest and I could feel his heartbeat picking up just the slightest amount. Or it could be my mind playing tricks on me. But I'm sure it was the first because my own heartbeat was picking up.

That's when he leaned forward, and he was just a breath away, before he whispered, "Blood traitor."

And usually I guess I would be upset by him calling me that but I knew he didn't mean it.

"Son of a failed deatheat-"

I planned to finish that but it didn't take long for him to close the little distance between us and cut me off with a kiss. It was teasing and light and when I tried to deepen it, he pulled away with a smirk on his face. Sometimes I get caught up in the moment. You know, I doubt I'll ever admit it to anyone but I missed this. The last time we kissed was like a week ago and I missed that. I missed him. But only because he's a nice kisser. ONLY because of that.

"I admit it." It took me a moment to understand that I had said it first and then I felt the heat rising to my face. I was supposed to say it last. That was my plan. I was going to make it seem like I was only saying it to be polite after he did.

Ignoring my attempts to push him off me again, his hand went to play with a lock of my hair before he repeated the words that I had just said. It wasn't supposed to be that easy. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Where does this even put us now? Once again I want to scream in frustration because he keeps putting me in these situations where I don't know what to do. Where I'm so confused that I wonder if we're honestly in some type of relationship or something. It's too much for me. I'll try and go for someone more normal.

"So what happens now?" He asked interrupting my thoughts. I should thank him for that. Saved me from going crazy.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Pretty much a waste of time then, right?"

"Shut up."

At a lost for what to do next, I pulled him down for another kiss. This time it wasn't light, it was feverish and I found myself losing oxygen fast as my hands went to loosen his tie. I didn't even care that we were in the halls. It wouldn't be the first time I did something like this. It was all so fast that I didn't even realize that he had unbuttoned about half my shirt by the time we broke apart. He was practically panting and I was taking deep breaths, trying to get air back into our bodies.

"We should stop." He suggested.

"Yup." I agreed rubbing the back of my neck. Kind of awkward.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the hall with him so we were no longer against the wall. Sometimes you get caught up in the moment. More than once. Looking away from him, I buttoned my shirt slowly before turning back to him.

"We need to talk." I blurted out.

"Not now."

"Tomorrow then but I have things to do in the morning and evening. Night?"

"Eh, party."

"I'll see you then?"

That kind sounds like I was begging to see him again. Which I WASN'T because I don't even like him. And damn it. I totally forgot about that fricking party. Guess who's throwing it. Ravenclaw. They can be stressful and uptight sometimes but they like to have fun too. I actually think they might have the craziest parties. I met Logan at one of their parties actually. Then that's when that one night stand happened and yeah. Yup. I should not go.

When I turned around and began my way back to where I belong, I stopped.

"Wait!" I called out and spun back around but he was already gone. "I have your freaking tie dumbass!"

Author's Note: I only tried to write this like four different times so yeah. That's why it took so long. I shouldn't have spent my time on this because I only wrote it so I could write the next chapter all crazy like. Finally gonna get what you want. Every time you wake up it's not next to who you expect... dun, dun, duuunnn. And thanks and stuff for reviewing and stuff. Yup. Thanks. Love you guys.