Chapter 2's about how Malfoy feels after being spurned by Rose, love of his life. And also bits of Rose's thoughts. If anyone wants a happy ending, please tell me, I'll make another chapter in which Rose ends together with Malfoy. Will get to the other Rose-Scorpius story after this one, I promise. Please R&R!

Malfoy's PoV

After being scornfully rejected by Rose Weasly, he wondered aimlessly through the castle of Hogwarts. How could she not believe him? He was so sincere. Maybe he should have tried a different approach. He was too sudden when he declared his love to her. She didn't take it too well. It didn't register in her mind. That must have been it, he thought. She'd eventually come round, that was his reasoning. He was so certain of this fact. He didn't go anywhere near her whenever she was meandering in the castle. He didn't ambush her either when she was going to classes with her mates like he used to. In a nutshell, he let her be.

He was feeling so hollow, so breakable, now. The pain gnawing at his entrails would not leave him. He didn't find any pleasure anymore taunting other Gryffindors, knowing that the girl he wanted would hate him even more. He took a glimpse at their table, seeing sitting there with her usual group of friends. How he wished he was one of those people! His thoughts wandered to his dad's predicament. He was in the same boat as he years ago. Draco couldn't have the girl he wanted and yet he forced himself to go over to the light side to help her friends, to lie and spy for her, in spite of being under his father's scrutiny. All his efforts have clearly gone to the dogs.

He's also beginning to understand why his dad didn't care for him at all, because he didn't desire his mom. That must explain it. His poor mother! He thought. Perchance she had him, if he wasn't there; he didn't know what she would have done. Draco was becoming overly abusive with his mom and she couldn't do a thing about it, since he held the absolute authority in this house. He supposed he felt commiseration for his dad sometimes. How horrible it must have been for him to leave through all those years.

He didn't want to feed himself either after what occurred between him and Rose. He was wallowing himself in self-pity. He thought living in a rich family was a curse. He wasn't free to do anything he wanted or free to live his life how he wanted, befriend anyone he wanted. Such was the lifestyle of the rich and powerful. He wanted out of this misery, so badly.

Another he thought, he'd love to be able to reunite with the Weasleys himself, he knew his father yearned it too. If only they'd give him a chance to prove themselves worthy. Two rival families separated by years of bad blood and hard feelings. He exhaled heavily. It was going to be a hard thing to do.

Ever since Lucius Malfoy died, the tension in the family's been released, somewhat. Not too much though, still there. No wonder Rose's expression was almost aghast when she heard the news. It wasn't open to the public, because the family wished to keep it a secret.

So was the situation of a family in position of dominance. No freedom of speech, no choice of the bride, of the people they wanted to hang out with, and so on. Every so often, his eyes darted off to Rose in class. He was barely able to keep focused.

Rose's PoV:

She was so cold to Malfoy. He had it coming, that git! How dared he near her and ask her for dinner? That was such an absurdity to her! She sniggered at him with her group of Gryffindors. She knew she was being a bitch, however, she could really careless about hurting his feelings. As if he had emotions. And it served him right too! She supposed he wouldn't be able to face her afterwards. He so bloody deserved it.

She didn't believe a word he said to her either. She couldn't attach any weight to his words. She was so furious right now. Fumes were almost belching out of her nostrils and other orifices. She talked it over with her friends about Malfoy's ridiculous "love confession". They all laughed with her. She didn't know if he saw that. In case he did, then she wouldn't know what he would think of her and her friends. In any case, her supposition was that he was joking around with her again and trying to humiliate her before her friends, her house and even the whole school and the teachers.

She truly didn't give a care for her arch-nemesis. She didn't even take a look at him during classes or anything. She wouldn't give him nothing, because he had caused her so much distress over the years that she can't bring herself to love him. He'd been nasty to her friends too. Nothing really could move her heart or her mind.

Something he said titillated her curiosity. "Draco's a changed man?" What did he mean by that? She didn't quite get his drift. Did he mean his father wasn't a death eater anymore? How could it be? Not possible, she thought. Lucius was dead, that she sort of accepted. She was quite astonished at hearing these news.

After laughing at him, she took no pleasure in that anymore. She dared a look at him. His face was blanched and he lost a few pounds, she could see that. Why? He was really in love with her? But why did her torment her then? She couldn't pinpoint the reason. It prickled her mind a little. She wanted to give him a hug and to comfort? Where did these thoughts come from exactly? She was inclined to yell at him whenever he was around. This was weird, really, kinda bizarre.

He looked rather aggrieved by her words. Was she really that awful to him? She began to feel remorseful. She peeked at his table. She almost wished she had replied him differently. No, she couldn't be thinking this! Malfoys and Weasleys must hate each other! They always have and always will. Her heart seemed to think otherwise though, maybe, just maybe, they could forgive and forget? Her dad would never assent to that, she was positive on that. She suddenly felt so lost. Maybe everything she learned about their supposed enemy was false? Perhaps they weren't so bad, just as he'd been trying to tell her? Her mind really didn't know anything anymore. Possibly her dad's words weren't the absolute truth. Conceivably, her father just told her one side of the story. There must be more to it.