Star-Crossed Rivals
Rose and Scorpius were destined to hate each other. She was a Weasley, he was a Malfoy. Children of the longest-rivalling families in the Wizarding World. And when they're both at Hogwarts, it's bound to lead to chaos. Right? Definitely. And when both are sorted into their family houses, it's the same old story - Gryffindor vs Slytherin. But with Rose and Scorpius involved, things can never be so normal.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. If I did, I would be rich and famous and blonde, meeting famous people. But sadly, it wasn't to be.
AN: From now on, the story will be set in their sixth year. I will switch from third person to POVs, and vice versa. I'll be warning you, don't , Review, and Enjoy!
~ThereIsSuchAThingAsLove
Chapter Nine: First Day Back
"Malfoy."
"Weasley."
"Well, you've just gotten ganglier over the summer, haven't you?"
"Charming. And you've gotten uglier."
"I thought you said I was 'a troll who couldn't get any uglier'. Somehow, I've managed to change that have I?"
"Shut up, Weasley."
"Why don't you?!"
"Why couldn't you be more like your cousins?!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"I mean, you could be tall and sexy, like your cousin Victoire!"
"Don't bring my cousin into this! And don't call her that! She's married, sleazebag!"
"Ah, to my relative. Teddy Lupin."
"Yes."
"So I guess I'll be allowed to attend all your Weasley gatherings then?"
"NO WAY!"
"Shame, I was going to enjoy seeing all your pretty cousins naked..."
"MALFOY!"
"No, really, I was. I mean, they're all rather ladylike and beautiful – unlike yourself."
"Don't make me slap you, Malfoy."
"... I mean, Victoire's just... wow. Dominique is rather attractive too..."
"She has a partner, Malfoy! She's taken!"
"Molly's passable if you ditch the glasses... Lucy's pretty and innocent..."
"Don't talk about my cousins like that!"
"Lily's just a little vixen, isn't she? And Roxanne too..."
SLAP.
Rose Weasley's cheeks were flushed pink as she reached out and slapped the tall Slytherin. Her eyes burned with tears. It irritated her to no end that Scorpius Malfoy could get under her skin like that. Not just that, but he hit a nerve when he called her a troll. She tried not to show it, but at times, she couldn't help herself. He was just so... ARGH.
"Malfoy, you are such a jerk!"
"OW! Why'd you have to slap me?!"
"I told you never to talk about my cousins in such a way!"
"Are you sure that's the only reason?"
"Yes! Why on earth would there be another reason?!"
"Because you're jealous I think all your cousins are pretty, and you aren't!"
"AM NOT!"
"Then why are there tears in your eyes?"
Scorpius smirked as the redhead looked down at her shoes silently. He'd hit a nerve, and he was sure of it. He'd won this argument. "Exactly, Weasley."
As he opened the door of the compartment where his friends sat; she spoke, her voice cold and bitter. "You just love belittling people, don't you?"
He turned to face her, moving closer, until they were practically nose-to-nose. Actually, that's a lie. Neck-to-nose, because the girl was so short, even in her heels. Then he spoke, his tone cool, sending shiver down her spine. "No, I don't, Weasley."
But the answer made her furious. He did, he did, he did!
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"You do!"
"I don't!"
"Do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"Don't!"
"JUST ADMIT IT, MALFOY!"
Rose's face was bright red from yelling, her hands on her hips and her sapphire eyes glaring. She looks rather cute when she's angry, Scorpius thought to himself. He cursed himself inwardly after realising what he'd just thought. She's a Weasley, Scorpius. Rose Weasley. Not cute at all.
He bent down, to look into her eyes. Most girls would have swooned right now, but not Rose. She met his eyes with a steely glare. Her lips were fixed into a stubborn pout, making him almost burst out laughing. She really did look cute. Like a little child who's just been told they're wrong.
"I only love belittling you, Weasley," he said, his lips curving into a smirk. "You should feel happy... special, almost." Her glare hardened and Scorpius' smirk got bigger. She turned on her heel and it was only when she reached the door of her compartment that she turned back to him and said, "You wish."
And with that, she entered the compartment, leaving him with a slightly goofy smile on his face.
(Rose POV)
"Wow, Rose."
"WOW!"
"That was so..."
"Passionate!"
"Fiery!"
"It looked like he was gonna snog you!"
"But he didn't!"
"What a shame!"
"Shut up, guys," I sighed, tossing my long curls over my shoulder. "Let's forget about him. How were your summers?"
(Scorpius POV)
"Scor!"
"Scorpio, my man!"
"You and Weasley looked like you were getting it on!"
"Don't make me sick," I snarled. "Weasley and I were not getting it on. That's disgusting. Have you seen her?"
"Yeah!" Angelo said, a smile on his face. Oh no. He only got that smile when he was fantasizing about naked girls. He couldn't be – "Can you not see? Weasley's smoking hot!" Gino nodded in agreement. "She looks... so much prettier this year..."
Though I shook my head and snorted, I had to secretly agree with them. I'd seen her getting prettier and prettier over the years. I mean, during our third year, the real reason I saved her because I couldn't let someone that pretty die. But now... she wasn't pretty – she was beautiful.
Her hair, which in our third hair had transformed into soft waves, was now still waves, but they were perfect, meeting in the centre of the small of her back. It wasn't the Weasley ginger anymore, like it'd been in our first year. Over the years, it'd been getting darker and darker; until it was how it was now.
It was a stunning dark red. When we'd been standing arguing, the sun was shining on it – and it shone golden-red. Merlin, and those legs.
She was still rather short, yes. But she had long legs that a model would envy. I hadn't noticed them until this year, and couldn't help but wonder why. Why hadn't I noticed those legs before? How had I not?
And those eyes. Yes, I hate the girl, but every guy would admit she has the most beautiful pair of eyes ever. It's not even fair, she does nothing to highlight those eyes. They're a startling deep sapphire, but when you're up close, you can see flecks of lighter blue shades in them. And yes, they're beautiful.
Her skin is so clear. I don't think she's ever seen a spot – ever. It's lightly tanned, and only has the lightest smattering of freckles across her cute little nose. All I can say is: Rose Weasley is truly beautiful. But I'm never going to admit that to anyone but myself.
Our Head Boy, James Potter, was talking; but I don't think anyone was honestly listening. Well, the girls were. I hate him, but Potter's competition when it comes to the ladies. They love him nearly as much as they love me. But anyway, the boys weren't paying any attention at all.
I was in the Prefects Compartment. And every single male eye (apart from James', but the arrogant git is too caught up giving the speech he's been planning since he was four) was on Weasley. It seemed me, Angelo and Gino weren't the only ones to have noticed how prettier she'd gotten over the years.
She was looking down at her shoes, one finger stroking the hem of her skirt. I think she was trying to pretend she didn't notice the twenty four eyes on her. But you'd have to be blind not to notice the rosy flush of her cheeks.
I guess you could call her modest. I personally found it endearing she wasn't taking advantage of having so many male eyes on her. If Ethan Williams (who she is annoyingly close to), were here, he'd probably tell everyone to turn away. He cares for her like a big brother. I think... I hope.
(Alexis POV)
As we were eating our way through the food on the Gryffindor table, I couldn't help but notice that nearly every male eye in the Great Hall was on us. But for some reason, I didn't think they were looking at me.
"Is it just me, or is every guy looking in our direction?" Annabel whispered, as if reading my mind. That's something to be admired about Annabel. She'd whispered that to me so quietly, and had continued eating; as if she'd said nothing at all. She could hide a conversation so easily. That's what made it fun to sit next to her in Transfiguration. Even McGonagall couldn't catch her out.
"You bet," I whispered back, taking a bite of my bread roll. I gulped and continued. "They aren't looking at me, that's for sure." "Nor me," Annabel whispered back.
"It's Rose," Rochelle stated matter-of-factly. Though she was a little gossip, our friend Rochelle was just as logical and smart as Rose. She just didn't try as hard. But she noticed things just as quickly as our redheaded friend did, and heard things that not many people heard. "They're staring at Rose."
"They are not!" Rose protested feebly, poking at her mashed potato and biting her lip. She groaned as all the boys let out satisfied sighs as her pearly white teeth bit into her cherry-red lips. She'd taken to wearing the slightest of lipstick over the summer, and it was having its effects. "Okay... maybe they are." She paused. "Why are they?"
"Because they've finally realised you're stunning, Rose," Alice giggled, nudging her playfully. "About time too." Rose opened her mouth to protest, but shut it as she realised that it would only lead to further reactions from the boys.
Even though boys had lusted over the four of us during our time at Hogwarts, they'd never gone after Rose. This had always made her a bit upset, though she'd never admit it out loud. Alice was right. It was about time boys realised how pretty Rose was. Typical that it had to take lipstick and growing an inch or two (and those new heels did make her legs look longer) for boys to realise that. Men, honestly.
(Scorpius POV)
"She's stunning!"
"Merlin, she's gorgeous!"
"Those lips!"
"Those eyes!"
"Those legs!"
"That bum!"
All the boys grunted and wolf-whistled in agreement. Merlin.
A fire flamed in my stomach. Rose Weasley had always been pretty. She'd always been stunning. Her lips, eyes, legs and bum hadn't changed at all. Well, maybe the red lipstick accentuated the fullness of her lips. And maybe her eyes were suddenly bluer... somehow. But she'd always had those long legs... even if they hadn't looked (dare I say it) sexy until this year. And her bum? I couldn't judge...
I moved away from the sixth and seventh years in 'our corner', and instead went over to the fireplace, where the fourth and fifth years sat. I didn't care what they were talking about, but anything but the talk about Weasley would be an improvement.
"Did you see her?"
"Who, Rose Weasley?"
"Yeah!"
"She's so gorgeous!"
"I know! If only she weren't a sixth-year!"
"She doesn't look shallow enough to not go out with younger boys..."
"Do you think I should as her out then?"
"Should I?"
"Why don't we both ask her!"
"Yeah!"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah, tomorrow we'll go to her common room."
"Great!"
I rolled my eyes. Was Weasley seriously having this affect on the men of Hogwarts? If the Slytherins were acting all giddy, I dreaded to think what the other houses were like.
Surely, not the innocent first, second and third years... I strained my ears to listen to the conversations taking place behind me.
"What's the name of the pretty girl? At the Gryffindor table?"
"That's Rose Weasley."
"Wow. She's beautiful."
"I know."
"What do you think of Rose Weasley?"
"I think she's so pretty."
"Me too."
"Weasley's really... stunning... don't you think?"
"Yeah. I can see she's a Weasley now."
"How?"
"She's hot!"
I sighed heavily and made my way up to my dormitory. I wasn't in the mood to listen to all this chat about Weasley. Especially now that I wasn't the only one who thought she was pretty.
Scorpius, Scorpius, Scorpius.
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