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
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AN: I know I PROMISED the others would be long, but the last one was not. And this one won't be that long either. But I'll be uploading more often...? So sorry :/
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Chapter Twelve: A Different Routine
(Rose POV)
Scorpius (yes, I've even stopped calling him Malfoy) and I meet up in the library to do homework every day, apart from Mondays and Fridays, because that's when the Gryffindors and Slytherins have Quidditch practice.
The first few weeks it was just silence as we worked, but as time went on, we ended up staying in the library for hours; talking about our likes and dislikes... everything.
"You're dismissed, students. Remember to meet up with your partner so you can research the potion you have to investigate for homework."
"We'll go tomorrow in the library – at seven," I blurted out to Alexis (Professor Zabini wasn't stupid enough to put Malfoy and I together after last year – though it's ironic, now that we're getting along).
I packed my stuff up and fled the classroom, pulling off my shoes and making my way to the library. I had Quidditch practice tonight, but I still wanted to see Scorpius before I went. And maybe I could squeeze in the short essay I had to do for Muggle Studies in too.
"Rose, where are you going?" I heard Alexis cry after me. I felt mean for not telling her, but knew someone else knowing would only scare Scorpius away. I ignored her and continued running.
"So keen to see me, eh, Rose?" Scorpius teased as I ran into the library panting. "If you were running, which you hate doing unless it's on grass or sand –"
I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. It showed how much he knew about me. He knew how much I hated running on a solid surface. Not many people knew that. Only Hugo, Al and my parents, as far as I know.
Over the short period of time we'd spent together, we'd gotten closer. Much closer. I couldn't believe this was the same Malfoy I was picking fights with when we were younger. This wasn't the same Malfoy. This Malfoy was kind, funny – but more than slightly sarcastic. But that was alright, so was I.
"Yes, Scorpius," I said, pretending to be one of the girls who drooled over him. I clasped a hand to my heart and threw my head around dramatically. "My heart is not whole without seeing you for a day. I need you. In fact, I crave you!"
I laughed inwardly as his cheeks flushed pink, caught off guard by my weird act. It only took him a few seconds to regain his composure and he leaned forward, his grey eyes looking into my blue. "Well, it just happens that I crave you too, Rose," he said, his voice low and seductive. A shiver ran up my spine. "I think you may be the first girl to make me feel like this." I hit him softly.
"You teasing prat."
"I wasn't joking, Rosiepie."
"Urgh. Never call me that again."
"Why not, Rosiepie?"
I made my voice husky and seductive, like his had been a minute or two ago (give or take the odd octave).
"Because it annoys the hell out of me, Scorpy."
He burst out laughing, then winked at me.
"Well, I'll just have to come up with a more appropriate name, won't I?"
"Such as what, Scorpy?"
"How about Gryffindork?"
"Not nice, Scorpy!"
"You know I'm joking, Rosiepie. Your dorkiness is one of the things I love most about you."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
I rolled my eyes as he ignored the sarcasm evident in my voice. He really was annoying. But in a way that only friends can be annoying.
"What else do you love about me then, Scorpy?"
"Your hair."
"My hair?!"
"Yes, ketchup-head."
"Ah, second year!"
"You bet."
"But do you seriously like my hair?!"
"Sure I do."
"Why?"
"Because it's just so... you."
"So me?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
"It's not bushy like your mother's – in fact it's perfect. Perfect waves."
"Don't say that about my mother's –"
"And it's not ginger, like the rest of the Weasleys. It's a perfect blend of both your parents' hair colours. So it's just like you. A perfect mix."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, I do. Always have."
"Then why have you made fun of my hair? Since we met, that's one of your key insults."
"I could ask the same of you."
"Touché."
"... Do you really hate my hair, Rose?"
"What?"
"Do you really and truly think my hair is white? And stands out?"
"Oh, Scorpius! It does stand out, but in the loveliest way. It's not white, it's platinum-blonde! Not many people have platinum-blonde hair. And it is awfully attractive."
"Thanks, Rose."
"Don't mention it."
"And... I guess I made fun of your hair because it was the easiest thing to do, even if it was a lie."
"What?"
"Well, I couldn't really insult you otherwise, could I?"
"Yes you could!"
"No I couldn't. It would be impossible to call you fat, when you're so small and slender..."
"Scorpius, I am n–"
"I couldn't insult your freckles or skin. You barely have any freckles, and I've never seen a spot on your face."
"Well, I –"
"And your teeth are perfect. I guess I was jealous in our second year, and that's why I made them like a beaver's."
"Oh..."
"And for anyone to say you're ugly, Rose, it's easy."
...
"Merlin, Rose! I didn't mean that in a bad way!"
"What did you mean?"
"I meant, it's easier to lie and say you're ugly than to look in those beautiful sapphire eyes of yours and say you're gorgeous."
"Do you mean it, Scor?"
"Yes, I do, Rosie."
I hadn't realised how close we were to one another until this moment. His forehead was pressed against mine, his beautiful long fringe was soft and silky. Our eyes were connected – grey and blue. As he blinked, his eyelashes fluttered against mine. Our noses rubbed softly against each other. It was just our lips that weren't touching, though they were getting closer... and closer...
"So THIS is where you've been hiding!"
Scorpius and I jumped apart as we heard the loud voice of Alexis echo through the library. She walked towards us, a satisfied smile on her face. She was one of my closest friends, but I ached to punch her right now.
Scorpius, to my dismay, began hurriedly packing up his things. Once he was done, he flung his bag onto his back and started to leave. When he was half out of the library, he turned back and whispered, "Sorry."
Tears began to run down my cheeks. I wiped them away as quickly as I could, but judging by the look on Alexis' face, she still saw.
I'm sorry! I know it's cruel to break them up as soon as they got together, but it links with my next chapter and the whole plotline, so bear with me!
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