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: Sorry, this chapter's a short one. Just thought I'd like to put in how Rose is feeling about this? The next ones will be longer, no worries. Read, review and enjoy :) – though, I'll forgive you if you don't review this one. Not one of my best, to be honest.

~ThereIsSuchAThingAsLove

Chapter Ten: All About Rose

(Rose POV)

"Rose Weasley!"
"Mm... that girl is smoking hot."

"Weasley!"
"Hey, Weasley, d'you wanna go out with me?"

"Rose!"
"Weasley!"
"Go out with me, babe?"

"Weasley!"
"Hey, hottie!"

"There goes Rose Weasley!"
"What a little hottie she is."

"Merlin, she's gorgeous."

"That bum is just –"

"And those legs, man!"

That's all I'd been hearing since I got back to Hogwarts. And boy, was I sick of it. I couldn't believe Rochelle and Annabel had had to put up with this since our third year. Alexis had boys drooling over her since first. And boys had paid attention to Alice since fourth year, because she started wearing shorter skirts.

HOW COULD THEY DEAL WITH THIS?!

I walked into the Gryffindor Common Room and sat down on the sofa. I shut my eyes; but I could feel the gaze of many people on me. I sighed irritably and my eyes snapped open. Sure enough, there were twenty or so boys, staring at me.

The first year boys smiled shyly at me. The second years bit their lips; they knew what the consequences of my wrath could be. The third years sniggered as I looked in their direction. The fourth years nudged and pointed one another, once they noticed I was looking at them. The fifth years winked cheekily at me. Thank Merlin my friends are the sixth year Gryffindor boys. They simply smiled sheepishly at me. The seventh year boys winked at me, and one called, "Hey, hot stuff!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my copy of Hogwarts: A Revised History. I had the first edition too. Mum had bought two when they'd first came out – one for me and one for her future child. But while I adored the first, the second was more accurate and recent. As I plunged into the book, I tried to block out the noises around me. Tried and failed.

"Is it just me, or is there something hot about girls reading?"
"If that girl is Weasley."

"Do you think I should go over there and ask if I can borrow that book?"
"Why?"
"Just so I can talk to her, I guess..."

"HEY, ALBUS!"
"WHAT D'YOU WANT, NAUGHTON?"
"HOW ABOUT YOU SET ME ON A DATE WITH YOUR COUSIN?"
"HOW ABOUT NO?!"

"Hey, Lorcan. Hey Lysander."
"Hello, Diggory."
"Could you put in a good word for me?"
"Diggory – you're two years younger than her."
"So?"

"Frank?"
"Mm?"
"Do you think you could ask your hot pal Weasley if she wants to go out with me?"
"I think I could..."
"Great!"
"... but I don't think I will."

Just that moment, Alice and Rochelle entered the Common Room. I sighed. Those two are way prettier than me. The attention would be shoved right off me. Thank goodness.

"Hey, Ali!"
"Roch!"

Thank goodness. Two boys are already going up to my best friends to ask them out. It feels so good not to be the centre of attention –

"Will you ask Rose out for us?"
"Please please please?"

"She's just so hot!"
"So insanely hot!"
"But we're too scared to do it ourselves."
"Totally too scared."
"So will you?"
"Please?"

That was the last straw. I grabbed my stuff and stormed out of the common room, leaving a room of wailing boys behind me.