When Rose made her way down to lunch, she purposely sat with her back to the Slytherin table. She did not want to have anything to do with Malfoy, or to even have to look at him. She was sitting alone because Al and Lily had not gotten there yet, but James came over and sat by her.

"Hey cuz! I just wanted to let you know that we lost the pitch for tonight. We'll practice tomorrow night instead. Same time, but we'll probably stay later."

"That's fine," said Rose," But why did we lose the pitch?"

"Slytherin got themselves a new seeker and complained to McGonagall that they needed extra time. She asked if I minded and, trying to be the good guy, I said it wouldn't be a problem. She gave us Ravenclaw's slot instead because their first game isn't for a few more months."

"Why didn't she just give Slytherin Ravenclaw's slot?"

"Malfoy's got some kind of prior commitment for tomorrow so it wouldn't work…"

"Wait, did you just say Malfoy?" Rose yelped.

"Yea, the little scorpion is their new seeker," James responded. "Where are you going?"

Rose had just gotten up and stalked over to the Slytherin table. She slammed her fists down on the table across from Scorpius who, luckily for her, was dining alone.

"Can I help you Weaslette?" he asked without looking up.

"What the fuck is up with you. Two days ago you were a loner on the fast track to making the Malfoy name respectable once more. I mean your grades sucked, but at least you were a decent guy. Now all of a sudden you're the typical fame seeking, 'I don't care who I step on as long as I get what I want', guy."

"Yea basically. What do you care anyway? We're not friends" he sneered back.

"I guess I was just hopeful that my family was wrong about yours."

"Well they weren't. Now would you leave? I'm trying to eat and the sight of you is making my stomach turn."

"You better watch yourself on the pitch next Saturday because I'll be playing to kill!" Rose growled.

He snickered, "I look forward to it." He couldn't help but glance at the way her hip swayed enticingly as she stalked away. Smiling to himself he took another bite of his sandwich. Then again maybe he shouldn't be acting like his family. He really did want to restore the Malfoy's respect in the wizarding community, and he was sad that he had let Rose down. Then again, Rose had never spoken to him before he beat her on that test so it wasn't like she was that involved in helping him restore the Malfoy name.

He wouldn't turn evil, he wouldn't use dark magic, but that didn't mean he had to be completely innocent either. If this is what got Rose's attention, good or bad, then this is what he would do.

"Why were you at the Slytherin table?" Al asked Rose when she got back to her seat. Al and Lily had just gotten there and were piling their plates high with food.

"Talking to Malfoy." Rose said, grabbing some fried chicken.

"I bet you know my next question."

"He talked his way onto their quidditch team. He's just really pissing me off lately!" Rose responded.

"ooh, he's a quidditch player now too." Lily said, practically drooling over him, then again the drool could be in response to her food.

"They stole our pitch time Lil!" Rose stated, knowing it would sober her cousin up a little.

"Yea James told me. Stupid Slytherins." She shrugged, "It doesn't matter, we'll beat them anyway." Lily was a chaser for Gryffindor, just like her mother had been. The only thing she cared about more than boys was quidditch.

Scorpius continued eating, and thinking. He wondered what his parents would think about his new attitude in school. His father had always supported his aversion to attention, but his mother had not wanted him to isolate himself. She'd be thrilled that he was breaking out of his shell, but his father would probably be disappointed that he no longer seemed to want to be different from the family. His father was all about quiet remorse since the end of the war. That's how Scorpius was raised, but now that he found this new side of himself he wasn't sure he wanted to give it up. Then there was Rose, he couldn't even imagine what his parents would think about that.

He shook his head, glanced one last time at the Gryffindor table, put his food down and left the great hall.

Rose was still fuming by the end of the day. Her charms class was starting to get difficult, even for her. She could really use a good quidditch practice to help let off some steam, but they didn't have any because of stupid Slytherin. She was debating if she should crash lytherin's practice so that she could hex Malfoy's bullocks off. It wouldn't help anything, but it would make her feel better.

He was such a prat! He would push her to her limits just to watch her crack, and the winks and smirks proved that he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he was doing it on purpose. He was just trying to get a rise out of her, and he always succeeded. How could he stay so calm and collected while she was flipping out? If only she could be like that, always ready with a witty comeback. Then he'd be the one squirming and she'd finally have control.

She still had quidditch. He may have a better broom, but she had a year of playing experience that he didn't have. She had heard he was good, but she knew she was better. Maybe by beating Slytherin on the pitch she would get the control she craved.

As it turns out, she could get a lot more than she expected.

I know this chapter is a little on the short side, but don't worry there will be more very soon. keep those reviews coming, they motivate me to type just a little bit faster :)