I woke up Monday morning with a strange desire to be strong. I decided I wanted to take up martial arts. I wanted to be physically superior so that the next time someone like Dominique comes at me, I'd be ready with fists.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up and put some Aloe Vera gel on my poor, abused butt. I still turned red thinking about how Malfoy slapped my butt without hesitation or remorse. I still felt humiliated. I hadn't been spanked since I was seven!

When I came out of my bathroom, I thought I heard something. It was a light tapping sound. Confused, I looked around my room trying to find the source of the noise. And then I saw it. Perched on my windowsill was a pale owl with specks of golden fur. I didn't recognize the beautiful beast but I did see an envelope tied to its feet. I opened my window and let the bird in, carefully undoing the envelope from the bind. The owl was a peaceful one and sat on my arm. I led it out to the balcony attached to my room where I had water and bird feed.

"Aren't you just splendid," I cooed and stroked it's back. "You are the most beautiful bird I've ever seen, yes you are."

I sat on the chair in my balcony and looked at the envelope in my hand. It said my name on it but not who sent it. I tore it open, not even noticing then that there had been a green wax seal on it with an 'M' stamp. I pulled out the parchment and it read:

Morning Beautiful,

I thought to inform you that I currently possess your belongings that you had brought to Wood's party. Contrary to what you may believe, I have no intention of keeping them to upset you. I'll gladly hand them over. My only condition is that you'll have to come see me. Fortunately for you, I'm quite flexible. I'm sure I can fit you in my schedule.

Yours truly,

- S

He had my purse?! Since when?! I was just with him yesterday, why the hell didn't he give it to me then? I was fuming by the time I finished reading the letter! So I decided to send one of my own. It read:

Dear Malfoy,

FUCK YOU

Love Rose

I crumpled his letter and tossed it in the trash before going down to get a bite to eat, wondering to myself how important was it really to have my purse back. I mean; I could always get a new purse but my phone and wallet? I had borrowed my mum's credit card for emergency and she was going to want it back soon. I was also not getting a new phone if I lost yet another one.

…

The pretty white owl arrived shortly after I'd finished my lunch with another letter. As much as I hated Malfoy, I couldn't help but fawn over the bird. And the owl refused to sit anywhere other than on my shoulder or my arm where I could stroke it.

"You are just so precious," I whispered while stroking her wing. "Too bad your master is a monster. He probably hurts you too. He's a foul, rotten, nasty little—OW!"

The bird pecked my finger!

"That wasn't nice! Ugh, you're just like Malfoy—OW!"

It pecked me again!

"I thought we were friends! Ugh…let's see what you've got for me now," I sighed.

I undid the envelope from around its feet. It appeared to be in the exact same fashion as it's predecessor and I wondered what Malfoy could possibly want now.

The owl nudged its wing at me and I stroked it again before it flew to my shoulder. It had quit the pecking now and I wondered if it had taken offense earlier.

I tore open the envelope, noting the emerald green wax seal this time. The M was styled the same way it had been on Malfoy's bedspread. God, he was so full of himself. I bet his entire family was.

Dearest Rose,

Are you sure this purse of yours is entirely invaluable? I'm going through it right now and I've come across some interesting artifacts. Let's see, there's your mobile. I see you've got repeated calls and messages from your friend 'BENNY'. Does he fancy you, flower? There's also your wallet here, I must say you are quite the sight even in your frowning ID card photo. I have to admit I'm glad to have acquired your house keys; I feel closer to you already. I've also found some feminine hygiene products and I must admit I'm intrigued. Anyhow, if you wish to have your items back, send me a note and we'll turn it into a date.

- S

P.S. If you don't want your purse back, that's not a problem at all. I'd be happy to keep the memoirs as a reminder of our precious time together.

I had smoke coming out of my ears as I fiercely scratched my reply on to the back of his letter and a series of letters were sent back and forth throughout the day.

Fine.

You win.

What the hell do I have to do to get my shit back?

…

I'll give you your things back on the condition that you allow me to take you out to dinner.

- S

...

I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a salad fork.

- Rose

…

Your humour never fails amuse me, Angel. This letter might be a little short as I've yet to reply to the constant messages from Eric Wood. How many men are you carrying around in your pockets, you lovely, lovely woman? And why have you got a heart next to his name? Why is there no heart next to mine? Not a problem, I'll just add one in myself.

Yours,

- S

…

DON'T YOU DARE MESS AROUND WITH MY PHONE OR I SWEAR I WILL HURT YOU IN WAYS YOU NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE.

What do you want from me, Malfoy? You hate me and I hate you. You just want me to go to dinner with you so you can sit there and insult me all evening long. So if that's what you really want, then spare me the public humiliation. You can come over and we can get all the nasty words said and over with on my front porch. I promise to stay quiet and submissive all throughout your yelling and I promise to listen to all of your volatile threats. And then you can give me my things back and we can pretend like we don't even know each other. I'll stay out of your way forever. You won't even know I exist.

I have no more energy for you,

- Rose

…

Sweet Rose,

It was painful to read your last letter. I don't hate you and I never intended for you to hate me. I'd simply like to enjoy a nice meal with you and use the opportunity to win your friendship back. I do regret the hard feelings between us. As far as staying out of my way goes, I can't allow you to do that. You are not a girl one can forget so easily. How about we get dinner tomorrow evening at the pub and grill near your house. You don't even have to ride with me. We will meet there and share a meal. It's just a meal; it won't mean anything. You can do that, can't you?

- S

…

I didn't respond after that because I hadn't decided whether I wanted to give him another chance. He sounded sincere I guess, like he wanted to make amends. But Malfoy was a ticking time bomb that used nice words and a handsome smile to invite you closer and then bursts in your face, leaving your brain deformed and your heart dead!

After feeding and petting his owl, I sent it back home to Malfoy empty handed—legged?—I didn't know. I stood in my balcony and stared out at the street below. It was a quiet night. I hadn't done much today except search online for beginner martial arts classes. My parents were downstairs watching their prime time television shows and Hugo was in his room downloading pirated computer games. I wondered if he was going to get caught one of these days.

I went downstairs to the drawing room and unlocked the upright piano. I sat on the bench and fingered some of the keys. My elbow resting on top of the piano, I leaned my head in my left hand and played with my right one the melody of a song I used to like as a child. It always helped me think.

I tried to remember how simple everything was back then. Before Hogwarts, I'd go to school, I'd come home, have a snack and then I'd be off to gymnastics for an hour and a half. And then I'd come home again, have dinner, do my homework and be off to bed. My schedule was easier, my parents were always around to help me and there was no stress.

I did ballet and piano lessons for a while as well before Hogwarts and went back to it during the summers after my junior years. Piano playing wasn't my forte, no pun intended. I thought too much about my fingers and the keys so it made me tense and I'd screw up. Ballet, I was good at since I was naturally quite flexible. I suppose I could be good at martial arts too. Gymnastics and ballet were great but they didn't teach me how to be a fighter. I wanted to be able to defend myself. Dominique hurt me, Malfoy hurt me, who knows who else will hurt me. I wasn't going to sit around and take it anymore.

I was so unsure about Malfoy. I wanted to like him so much in the beginning. When he'd call me and express his desire to see me, it felt nice; even made me giddy. But now it irritated me. I snorted when I remembered how impressed I was by him. I'd been so excited at the idea of getting coffee with him. I had thought he was so admirable when he'd driven me in his car and bought me a cold drink. Merlin, I was such a silly girl sometimes.

But then what happened after had ruined everything. Which is why I wondered if it was such a good idea to go to dinner with him. I would be stupid to go anywhere with him again after the last time but it seemed different now, somehow. Well actually it was because first off, I wanted my things back. I was nervous that he'd do something stupid on my phone and embarrass me. Secondly, he seemed to want me around. He didn't before which is why he was so cruel in the coffee shop. I think he wouldn't be mean again. Would he?

I couldn't deny how strange it was that despite being a bully, he was also a little flirty. Was it possible to bully and flirt with someone at the same time? Absolutely not. I can't believe I just defined sexual harassment and wondered if it was allowed. But I did think Malfoy had a thing for me in the weirdest way…it wasn't like he fancied me, no. I think he just liked screwing with my head. Like I was his favorite toy to play with. I wondered, why me? Maybe because I'd been like an eager puppy before when we used to meet for SCSY.

But Dominique was more eager than anyone else for Malfoy's attention. And it didn't really surprise me. He was a decent looking fellow. I mean; he had that manly scruff around his face and those stupid scars that looked like battle wounds. Plus his eyes were more silver than grey and I admit, they were unique. But no matter what Malfoy looked like, I couldn't see myself do anything but cringe at the thought of him.

I had to figure out another way to get my things back.

That night, as I lay in bed, I wondered if I could ask James to talk to Malfoy for me. They'd been friends once. Or maybe I could ask Eric, they must be friends too if he was invited to Eric's party. Then again, everyone was invited to Eric's party. What if I asked Al? They were both Slytherin and maybe Malfoy only liked Slytherins…I didn't even know what I was thinking anymore.

I had the strangest dream that night about Malfoy. I dreamt that I was running down the seventh floor corridor towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. She wasn't in her portrait and I was feeling hysteric. I needed to get into my common room so I could be safe. In my dream I heard Malfoy call out to me.

"You can't hide from me, Rose! I'll have you, you know!"

I was screaming but no sound was coming out. The Fat Lady appeared. I was repeating the password again and again until she opened the door. But just as I was about to step into safety, two strong arms were pulling me back.

"I'm taking you to the Slytherin dungeons!"

I start screaming. "No! Don't lock me in the dungeons!"

"I'll have you forever."

"No!"

"You'll be my toy, Angel."

"No…Not…your angel"

"Is it that bad?"

"Don't…want…dungeons…don't…"

"Dungeons?!"

"No…"

"Wake up, Angel, you've gone positively barmy."

My eyes shot open only to find that I was looking into a pair of twinkling grey ones. I gasped but before I could scream at the top of my lungs, Malfoy's hand clamped down on my mouth so hard, muffling the sound. I started thrashing, trying to hit him.

"You wild animal!" He barked when I bit his palm.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shrieked. "Mum! Da—"

He put his hand over my mouth again and said through gritted teeth. "If you don't quit acting like a hellcat, I'll put you in a fucking full body bind hex!"

I stilled and he removed his hands. I looked around and saw his shoes were near the balcony door and he was lying on top of me, underneath my blanket as well. I shuddered when his feet touched mine.

"You pervert!" I said harshly.

Malfoy smirked, "You don't want your family to walk in on you in such a compromising position now, do you, flower?"

I pursed my lips and looked away, realizing he'd done this setup on purpose.

"Good," he responded to my silence. "Then I suggest you don't scream like a damn banshee!"

"Why are you here?" I demanded.

Malfoy smiled and shrugged, his eyes softer. "I've missed you."

I huffed, pushing at his chest, and he lifted himself, allowing me to rise and lean back against the headboard; my arms folded angrily across my chest.

I muttered, "You disgust me."

He smiled, "But we'll work on that."

I sighed. "What do you want from me? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Malfoy crawled towards me, placed his hands on my thighs and I twitched uncomfortably.

"Don't touch—"

"To answer your first question," he cut me off. "I didn't see your reply with Stella to confirm the time for our date tomorrow—today."

"I'd have to be out of my mind to go on a date with you!" I spat.

"Let's not make hasty conclusions, now," he smiled mischievously.

I've wanted to punch him for a while now, so automatically my fist lunged for him. He caught my wrist midair and grinned. "This is why I can't seem to get enough of you. For a tiny little thing, you're so feisty! It's very arousing, you know?"

I gagged and Malfoy chuckled darkly.

"That was the answer to your second question by the way," he said lightly.

"Why are you wasting your time with me?" I asked after a moment of thought. "Why can't you ask Dominique or one the girls in your house for a date? They can't seem to get enough of you."

Malfoy's eyes lit up, probably enjoying the ego boost.

I continued. "I assure you, you'll have a better time with them. You'll even get some action!" I said sarcastically.

Malfoy's gaze stilled on me and suddenly, he leaned in closer and closer; so close that I had to put my hands up at his chest to prevent it from coming into contact with mine. He looked down to where my palms were placed against his chest and took a sharp breath before shifting his gaze back to my face. Not my eyes though, my mouth.

With malicious eyes that did not look away from my mouth, he said in a low voice, "I get plenty of action…but that's a conversation for another time."

We were both silent for a moment while I stared at his face and he stared at my lips.

"Which we won't be having," I suddenly snorted, pushing him back and looking away towards my open balcony door.

"Of course not. You're a lady," he said. I looked back at him and saw his face was as straight and serious as ever.

"You haven't been treating me like one," I muttered.

"I will if you give me the chance."

I pushed him aside and got up and off the bed. "Excuse me, I've been needing to take a piss since you scared the shit out of me," I gave him a death glare. No way was I going to be a lady for him. I didn't really need to use the loo but the energy between us had suddenly changed back there and I didn't know how to change it back.

When I came back out, Malfoy was lounging on my bed going through his phone. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was not, in fact, his hone. It was mine! It was my phone. He had my bloody phone!

I wanted it back.

So I hopped on the bed and lunged for it. Malfoy's bloody reflexes were faster so after a series of quick twists and turns and curse words between us, my phone was out of my reach and I was lying on top of the bloody git while he was holding me there.

"You know what to do to get this back," he chided. "In the meantime I'll be sure to let Wood know you're not interested in his at all."

I flushed a bright red.

"You don't have to be so crass! I'll go on a bloody date with you, alright?! Just please don't embarrass me…" I sighed.

"And I want a heart next to my name."

"Don't push it!"

Malfoy let go of me and I rolled off of him onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, waiting—willing—for him to disappear.

"When will you be leaving?" I asked.

"Rude," he noted. Malfoy turned to his side and lifted his head up by the elbow, resting it in his hand. "I've a question."

I looked up into his eyes. "Will you leave if I answer it?"

Malfoy ignored my counter-question. "Why were you screaming in your sleep?"

My cheeks pinked and I turned my head away.

His smile faded and his voice lowered. "I know you were having a bad dream…about me."

"Well if you know, then why are you bloody asking, you idiot?" I snapped.

Malfoy's eyes darkened and his tone lost all playfulness. "Careful, flower. I'm growing a bit tired of this attitude of yours and I happen to know exactly how to squeeze it out of you."

What did that mean? Was he threatening me? I wasn't sure but I didn't want to find out. My butt still hurt every time I used the toilet! So with a smaller voice I said, "Fine. I did have a bad dream about you. I admit it. Are you happy now?"

"That doesn't make me happy," he simply said. "And I want to know what happened in your dream."

I turned to my side, facing away from him, and stared through my balcony at the lit window of the house across the street. "I-I was running…from you," I whispered.

After a moment of silence, I heard his gentle voice from behind me. "Why?"

"You…you were going to take me…to the Slytherin dungeons…to keep me…" I brought my knees up to my chest and shivered.

Malfoy didn't respond immediately. But I heard his breathing hitched and I wondered what he was thinking.

He grunted, "Did I happen to say what I was going to do with you in the dungeons?"

"No…" I said, suddenly on edge.

And then we were quiet again and I took a deep breath. I could hear Malfoy take a deep breath behind me. I felt him move to place my blanket over me, tucking it in at the sides. He was still lying behind me but I didn't have the energy to fight him off.

Suddenly I felt his fingertips on the skin of my arm. He started stroking up and down my arm and I twitched. He said lightly, "Would you feel better if I promise you no matter what happens or what we do, it'll always be in the Gryffindor Tower."

I snorted bitterly and muttered, "You're a sick son of a bitch."

"Language, flower. Cursing is not very becoming on you."

I yawned, "What are you, my father?"

"No…but I'd love for you to call me daddy from time to time," he said, his fingers in my hair now.

I ignored his sick, perverted humour mainly because I was too tired to respond. I fell asleep shortly afterwards when I realized that I had absolutely no power over Malfoy. I really was becoming his toy but I found comfort knowing that everyone grows tired of the same toy eventually. He would never leave my house until he was ready to. And he would also never leave me alone until he wanted to.

I had to get my damn keys back.

…

I woke up the next day thinking about what had happened earlier this morning when Scorpius had paid me a visit. I didn't fail to notice how suggestive he'd been when he was lying behind me. Malfoy's energy was overwhelming. I wondered how I'd ever keep myself together sitting across the table from him as he dissects my every word and scrutinizes my every move.

Stella the owl arrived again this morning with a little, brown, paper-wrapped package and a letter. The letter confirmed our time for tonight. Malfoy wanted me to be at Sizzlers, the pub and grill in my area, at quarter to seven. In the package were my house keys and my favourite lip colour that I'd left in my purse. There was also a little note that said 'thought you might need that for your lips tonight'. I wondered why he'd sent my keys back? I didn't think Malfoy would let go of my things so easily if he could use them to blackmail me. Maybe he was done using them. I had hoped that was his last time in my bedroom, invading my privacy.

I had never been more wrong.

…

"Rose, honey, you're the one who asked me to make your favorite creamy casserole for dinner and now you've suddenly got a date?!" Said mum, huffing. She thumped the knife down on the chopping board where the wild mushrooms were, halfway sliced.

I felt awfully about it. "Can't you just put it away and finish it for tomorrow night?"

"Well then what are the rest of us going to have tonight?"

"I'm sorry but I really have to go," I said.

Mum sighed. "Well…at least tell me who's the boy?"

I mumbled 'Malfoy'.

"What's that?"

"Malfoy," I said louder this time.

"Scorpius Malfoy?" Mum asked, surprised. "Draco Malfoy's son?"

I shrugged, "How am I supposed to know who his parents are."

Mum looked at me curiously. "I didn't know you like Scorpius. I saw him outside his father's office a couple of days ago…he's become quite the young man."

I flushed red, "Check out people your own age, Mum."

"I was just making an observation!" Mum said. "Anyway, is he nice to you? Did he ask you or did you ask him? Where are you going?"

"Yeah he's a real sweetheart," I muttered. "Excuse me, I've got to shower so I don't reek for him."

I headed for the stairs and heard Mum call out, "Make sure you iron your clothes, dear!"

I rolled my eyes.

There was not much I could say to Mum about why I was seeing Malfoy. She'd ask me why he had my things and then I'd have to tell her the entire story and I just didn't want to tell anyone about my night with Malfoy. No one would believe that I didn't get busy with him. I didn't tell any of my friends about my plans for tonight because it would only affirm their suspicions, which were entirely untrue.

I wouldn't touch Malfoy with a ten-foot pole—willingly.

Hugo came into my room at about after I came out of the shower and changed into my pajamas.

"I don't get it," he said, sitting on my bed as I dried my hair. "You quit SCSY, mope around for days, and now you're going on a date with him? Not to mention the hot night you guys had."

"I've told you there was no hot night…I slept on his couch," I lied.

"Right…" Hugo smirked.

"Stop smirking!" I scolded him. "I hate when people do that!"

"So are you going to dress all fancy?"

"No…" I said.

"But you're on your first date with him," said Hugo.

"So?" Said I.

"I just find it a little weird that you don't want to put effort. You usually can't take out the garbage without doing your hair."

"Oh shut up! That is not true." I huffed. I sent Hugo back to his room after that and proceeded to get ready for tonight.

I didn't want to make an effort for Malfoy but I also didn't want to make him angry enough to pull back on our deal. I needed my phone and wallet back badly.

I settled with a short, cotton, summer dress. It was navy blue in colour with a decent neckline and had tiny, bubbled shoulder cap sleeves. There was a thin, tan belt around the waist and some white embroidery near the hem. I put my hair up in an untidy but easy bun, put on my rose tinted lip balm and grabbed my tan, flat sandals before heading downstairs.

As soon as I stepped into the downstairs hallway, I was met with the fuming face of my father who had his hands at his hips, standing in front of the door.

"Of all the people, Rosie! You have to go and date bloody Malfoy's bloody spawn?!"

"Ron!" Mum hurried out of the kitchen. "Stop pulling Rose into this! She can date whomever she likes."

"You didn't want her seeing McLaggen's boy!" Dad shot.

Mum's cheeks pinked.

She turned to me. "This has nothing to do with you, sweetheart. You go have a good time."

I shrugged and sat on the bench at the entrance to buckle up my sandals.

"He's doing this on purpose. He's putting his boy up to this!" Dad shouted.

"For Merlin's sake, Ron! Listen to yourself!" Mum scolded.

Dad grunted. "There's a hundred people in your department! Malfoy just had to ask you to take on the damn project with him?!"

I looked at my parents, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing dear," Mum quickly said. "Top secret ministry business."

Dad grumbled something about 'lengthy business trips together in the near future'.

"Rosie, we don't mingle with Malfoys!" Dad said to me.

Mum sighed, "We're progressive people, Ron. We should teach Rose to open her mind to everyone. To defy expectations and create change!"

Mum was at it again, her societal progression speech. She thought all change should start with me.

Dad grunted dramatically and turned to walk away, shouting, "Change? You just wait till our daughter turns into a goddamn hippie!"

Mm huffed equally dramatically. "Would you like me to drive you dear?" She asked me.

"No it's fine, it's a fifteen minute walk," I shrugged.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's not even dark. I might call you to pick me up though."

"Sure! Have a good time with Scorpius Malfoy and don't let the past define your choices."

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "Whatever."

Mum saw me to the door and after saying goodbye; I started my walk towards the main road. It was five minutes till half past six, giving me twenty to get there. That should be enough. I didn't want to do anything against Malfoy's instructions, included being late. I dreaded going through my phone to see what stupid messages Malfoy sent to Ben or Eric or anyone else.

My walk was as uneventful as expected and the most interesting thing I saw was a teenager humping his girlfriend in the old abandoned park behind the swing. I arrived at Sizzlers with two minutes to go and looked around for Malfoy's car. Was he already here? He asked me so no way was I going to wait for him.

Sizzlers was a cute, rustic looking place that always had something going on. According to the chalkboard outside, today was karaoke night. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. A pretty blond hostess greeted me and I gave her Malfoy's name. It took her a few tries to pronounce it right and I had to try hard not to roll my eyes.

"Right this way, please!" She said in a chirpy voice and led me to the back where it was far cozier with couches, armchairs and coffee tables. I spotted Malfoy and he was sitting on one of the cozy, curved sofas made for two to three people. He was talking on his phone but he looked up, ended his call and stood up when he saw us approach. I couldn't help but notice a slight smile on his face. It wasn't one his stupid, knowing smirks. It was just…a smile.

"Hi," I said curtly once the girl was gone.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Just dandy," I muttered bitterly.

Malfoy's eyes lit up, he looked amused.

"Take a seat," he said, motioning for me to sit adjacent to him on the couch.

I carefully sat down, holding my dress under my thighs as a barrier between my chafed ass and the leather. I crossed one leg over the other and looked at him as he put his phone away in the pocket of his pants. He was wearing a pale, pink shirt with the sleeves rolled up at his forearms, tucked into beige slacks. I wondered whom he was trying to impress. Not that I cared…whatever.

"So when do I get my things back?" I asked with a straight face.

"The evening's only just begun, flower," he chuckled.

I continued to look at him with a straight face. "When do I get my things back?"

Malfoy looked at me, brows slightly furrowed. "At the end."

I huffed, folded my arms and looked away towards where some of the waiters were setting up the microphone and sound system.

Malfoy cleared his throat. "I didn't ask you here to watch you scowl all evening long."

I looked at him and blinked. "Well, what else am I supposed to do?" I snapped.

Malfoy shot me a look. "Try cutting the attitude."

My eyes widened and I looked around me before harshly whispering, "What would you do if some freak broke into your house and straddled you in your sleep, and then blackmailed you into going on a date with him!"

Malfoy smirked, "I keep things exciting, don't I?"

I hmphed.

"Well," began Malfoy. "That's why I'm here. To make up for it all."

For a while, I stared at him. I was searching for mischief or deceit in his twinkling grey eyes but at that very moment, I found none. "You can't," I said.

"Just for tonight, Rose." I noticed he used my name rather than the pet names he'd fashioned for me. It sounded different on his tongue. "Just for tonight, pretend like everything between us never happened," he said in a soft voice.

I stared at him for what seemed like the longest seconds of my life.

I took a deep breath. "You hurt me," I said. "In the storage room…that day."

Malfoy's eyes grew slightly wide for a second.

I stared at the little flower vase on the coffee table. "I was so scared," I recalled in a small voice. "I thought…you were going to beat me. You s-stepped on me, you twisted my wrists and…p-pushed me to the ground."

I tore my gaze away and looked at Malfoy. Everything suddenly looked blurry. Malfoy was watching me intently.

"And you know what the worst part was, Scorpius? You were able to smile and walk away. You were perfectly content with the fact that I was hurt but you got your way."

Malfoy sighed. "Rose, you don't know how sorry I was af—"

"Don't!" I said harshly. "You weren't sorry! You hurt me and scare me and you enjoy it because you continue to do it!"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he looked away.

I sniffled a little and blinked back the tears as we saw the waitress approach. She introduced herself, gave us the menus and told us about today's specials. I don't think either of us had heard a word she said.

I sat there, staring into space and looked up only when Malfoy cleared his throat.

His tone was gentle when he spoke, "Is there something specific you'd like to eat?"

I opened up the menu and flipped the page to the entrees. "I don't know what's good here," I said in a soft voice.

"May I order for you then?" Asked Malfoy.

I nodded and Malfoy ordered two gourmet burgers for us with fried pickles, mini catfish tacos, and onion soup for appetizer.

Once the waitress was gone, I decided that I needed to stop moping and get it together. I would enjoy the food and maybe the show and then I would go back home with my things and move on with my life. I looked towards Malfoy and he was looking at me, it was bit strange being watched but his eyes were soft and not cruel at all. Was he really regretful like he claimed to be?

I took a deep breath. "I think we've ordered too much appetizer," I said.

Malfoy shrugged and smiled. "Oh well. Have you had them before?"

"Had what?" I took a sip of my water.

"Fried pickles, fish tacos, onion soup?"

"I haven't actually," I mumbled, a little embarrassed.

"Really? They're pretty common," Malfoy said. I felt my cheeks warm, embarrassed that I was not cultured at all.

"We don't really dine out all that much," I mumbled.

"How come?" Malfoy asked.

I shrugged, "My mum thinks it's unhealthy and a waste of money. She's also a really good cook and she can make just about anything."

"Well she's right about that," Malfoy said. "There's nothing better than home cooked food…which I have absolutely no idea how to do."

"But your parents must know how, no?"

"I don't live with them," Malfoy shrugged.

I looked at him curiously, "Who do you live with then?"

"By myself," he smiled. "You've seen my apartment."

I turned pink at the memory, not to mention a little angry too.

"You kept me locked in your bedroom," I pointed out, rather sharply.

"I'm sorry. You're welcome to come and see the rest of it," his eyes lit up and I rolled mine.

"No thank you," I said. "Don't want to get my butt assaulted again."

The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched like he couldn't keep his face straight. There was a strange, glee in his eyes as he stared at me, not even bothering to defend his actions.

The bastard had probably enjoyed it!

I huffed, took a sip of my water and muttered, "You're barbaric."

Malfoy gave me a crooked grin, "So I've been told."

Malfoy and I were both silent for a bit when the waitress returned with our drinks. Malfoy had a beer and I had a fizzy cola. Once she was gone Malfoy spoke.

"Why were you drinking at Eric's?" he demanded.

I turned red.

"Why were you watching me?" I countered, rather rudely.

Malfoy's face became hard and he pursed his lips. Was he getting pissed off? He had no right to be!

"I don't have to explain myself. Besides," I continued, shrugging. "What's it to you?"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he let out a small angry snort. "You realize you were all by yourself. Anyone could've taken you and had their way with you. You wouldn't know it until it's too late."

"You did take me," I pointed out.

"It's not the same," he said harshly.

"Of course it is! I was unconscious! That's worse!"

"No it damn well isn't!"

I saw the couple on the couch across from us crane their necks in our direction.

I took a second to calm myself so I don't yell. "I was unconscious and you took me against my will."

Malfoy growled. "Only because I didn't trust a single person in that fucking house to get you home unscathed!"

I didn't know what to say to that. Why did Malfoy even care? It was bizarre! He hated me!

Or maybe he didn't.

Since I got here, Malfoy didn't seem to be acting like he hated me. I was so confused because now I was truly stumped as to why I was even here in the first place!

Malfoy and I didn't say another word to each other until after our soups arrived, which was only a short while later.

"Let me know if there is anything else I can get you, Mr. Malfoy?" said the young brunette waitress, smiling at Scorpius.

"She knows you?" I broke the silence after she left.

"I'm a regular," Malfoy nodded.

The two of us turned our attention to the soups in front of us.

"I wanted to ask you something?" Malfoy suddenly said.

"Sure," I replied unenthusiastically.

"What made you sign up for SCSY? I'm just curious."

I stirred my soup, watching the steam vaporize into the air as it cooled. "My mum thought it was a good idea…I didn't know you'd be there."

I looked towards Malfoy and saw him nod; his face straight but relaxed.

Malfoy and I held off the discussion for a bit as we sipped our soups.

"Be careful," he said. "Don't burn yourself."

I shot him a look, "I'll be alright."

I thought I saw the tips of his ears turn pink but maybe I was just imagining it. Malfoy asked me how I liked the soup and I told him it was delicious. He finished just after the pickles and tacos arrived and started on those while I struggled to finish my bowl.

"Try the tacos, Rose. They've got mangos in them," Malfoy said as he took a bite of his.

"Okay," I said. "Sorry I'm just trying to finish this."

"It's okay. Forget about the soup. Have this, it's even better."

I put my bowl aside and put one of the mini soft tacos into my plate. I wondered if I should use a fork and knife or my hands. I looked up to see Malfoy smiling at me cheekily. Almost like he knew what I was thinking and I could feel my cheeks blush. I decided to just use my hands since that was what he was doing as well.

As I was eating my taco, Malfoy started putting mini fried pickles in my plate.

"Try this," he said. "My favourite snack in the world. It's stuffed with cream cheese. I eat this like five times a week."

"How are you so smart if you eat fried foods five times a week?" I blurted. Malfoy looked at me and gave me a small crooked smile. I turned red, realizing he probably thought I was noticing his appearance now. I had absolutely no care in the world for Malfoy's looks.

"Thank you for the compliment," he said slowly, making me even more embarrassed. "And I get a lot of exercise, obviously."

"Of course," I repeated, feeling stupid. "Obviously I mean, of course I know you work out—"

"You do, now?" He said, sucking his cheeks, his eyes bright; he was trying to hold back a grin! Was he laughing at me?

I flushed deeper. "It's obvious…I mean I wasn't trying to notice or anything…sorry—what I mean to say…you're just there. And you're tall and big—not fat! Just strong…I don't know…"

Malfoy was grinning by the time I was done trying to save myself from further embarrassment. I believe I'd largely failed and it hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Will you quit laughing at me?" I muttered, looking down at my plate.

Scorpius leaned in closer and said in a low voice, "Don't be embarrassed. I check you out all the time."

I looked up at him, my cheeks burning. "You do?"

Malfoy nodded.

My eyes narrowed. "When?"

He took a sharp breath, "Every time I see you."

I stared at Malfoy staring at me and it was becoming awkward real fast.

"You creep!" I suddenly said. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't form any other coherent thought so my mind did what it does best and that is express my strong dislike of the man next to me. And so, without thinking, I blurted, "Don't ever check me out again! I can't even stand you! I hate you, Malfoy!"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed and his smile disappeared. He sucked in his cheeks again and clicked his tongue. It was out of anger this time, I could tell.

"Alright," he spat through gritted teeth. "You want me to stop looking at you? Then you stop fucking flouncing around in front of me in those goddamn dresses!"

I turned red as I saw a couple of people around us turn their heads.

"I can wear whatever I want!" I said harshly, but not loudly. "How dare you even suggest I'm responsible for where you look?!"

"You are!" He said.

"You chauvinistic pig! So I can't have the freedom to wear what I want because you can't control your eyes?! How is that my fault?!"

Malfoy didn't respond. He took a deep breath and his voice was calmer. "I never said that. You have every right to wear and do whatever you want. Just don't expect people to turn away and not look."

Before either of us could say much more on the subject, we saw the waitress approach with our burgers and we began eating. I had ordered salad with mine but now I was eyeing Malfoy's French fries.

We were eating mainly in silence except for the few words exchanged between us regarding how we felt about the chipotle mayonnaise. Neither of us was angry or fighting anymore. Now that Malfoy's mood was back to normal, I felt bold enough to reach over and grab a few of the long chips off his plate. Malfoy paused his chewing for a split second but I don't think he minded because he didn't say anything.

I figured if Malfoy wanted to take me to dinner, then he should let me eat whatever I want, even if it's his food. I wondered if I should offer my salad to him but I didn't think he'd care for it much.

As we were eating, we heard the loud screech of the sound system and we looked towards the stage; some guys testing the microphone.

"Welcome, everybody, to karaoke night," said one of them. "Just want to remind everyone that the restaurant will be closing up soon but the bar will remain open. Please feel free to ask for the pub menu if you'd like to order food and a valid ID must be shown when ordering alcoholic drinks. Thanks."

Quite of a lot of the dining people started to get up. Some were paying the bills and leaving but many were heading over to the back where we were and taking seats at the lounge.

Malfoy and I had gobbled up our burgers quickly and we were just finishing up the last of his fries.

"Should we head out now?" I asked.

"No, we're staying for this," said Malfoy. Now I knew why he got us a seat here to begin with.

The waitress came by soon after and cleared away our coffee table. "Would you like your bills separate or together?" She asked.

Malfoy and I spoke at the same time.

"Separate," I said.

"Together," he said.

She looked at us confused.

"Just make it together, Katie," Malfoy said. Once she was gone he turned to me. "I asked you here," he reminded me.

I nodded and did not protest much. It felt weird to be honest. I claimed to hate Malfoy but I still let him pay for my meal. What did that say about me?

Malfoy used Katie's machine to pay by card and once that was settled, she brought us the bar menu and Malfoy ordered a little brandy and I ordered plain old soda water with a lime wedge.

I got up to use the wash my hands and came back at the same time as our drinks arrived. When I took my seat, I noticed Malfoy was a lot closer to me. He must have shifted towards my side while I was gone.

"Show's going to start soon," he said. I watched him take a small sip on his drink. His face was tight for a millisecond.

"Wow," he whispered.

"What does it taste like?" I asked curiously.

"Strong," he said. "Real good."

I watched him take another sip. His lips were shapely, I noticed, and ever so slightly plump. Malfoy had caught me staring because he looked at me and smiled. I blushed, a little embarrassed.

"I want to try," I blurted.

Malfoy gave me a look. "You want to try this?" He said looking at his glass.

I turned pink and nodded. Malfoy thought for a moment. He shifted closer and stretched his arm on the back of my seat behind my head and sighed. He leaned in just ever so slightly. "Alright," He whispered. "I'll let you have a sip...but there is a condition."

I took a deep breath, anticipating the worst. He wanted something from me and knowing Malfoy, I had a feeling it wasn't going to be something I'd be willing to give. I thought of all the things he could ask for. Another date? A trip to his house? A vow to disown all my male friends? My damn virginity?

I gathered some courage to ask, "What's the condition?"

"I want you to make a promise to me," he said swirling the drink in his glass.

"What?"

"I want you to promise me you'll never drink in the company of anyone other than me. And your parents of course."

"What?" I frowned, slightly confused.

Malfoy nodded.

"I'm not allowed to drink? That's not fair!"

"You are. But only when you're with me."

"Hold on, why are you exempted?!" I folded my arms, annoyed.

"Because I don't trust anyone other than myself," he whispered with a cold, hard gaze. "You're very beautiful, you know?"

And then he held his glass in front of me but I wasn't sure if I even wanted it anymore. When I made no move to take it from him, he set it down on the table and turned his attention back to me, he reached up and fingered the few strands of hair that had come loose.

"You're not the first beautiful, brilliant girl though," he said in a low voice, almost whispering. He came closer and looked at me straight in the eyes. "I've seen many…I've also seen what people like to do to beautiful girls…and they do it again and again until she begins to despise herself and she can't take it anymore."

I swallowed but my mouth was dry. I bit my lip and took a deep breath. "Please…you're making me uncomfortable..."

"Perhaps a little brandy can help?" He lifted his class and offered me again but I declined. Malfoy nodded, "Maybe later."

"Welcome, everyone, to karaoke night!" We heard a booming voice as the lights dimmed. We looked up to see the host at the mic. "We have DJ Mike with us tonight as well as the band The Dollmakers right here from London!"

I'd never heard of that band. They were indie and I assumed they were local and taking the opportunity to get exposure. The started singing a song of their own and then shifted to a chart-topping hit from a popular band. The music was nice and not so loud that it made my chest pound. There were three young men playing instruments and one young woman, the lead singer. She was doing a very good job at the cover.

"She left her heart at the counter,

Met a stranger in a foreign town,

They say the city was pretty,

They say what goes around comes back around"

I crossed my legs and sipped my soda, enjoying the live band. I watched the girl, her eyes closed, her body swaying as she sang. I started tapping my feet. I hadn't known then that at that moment as I watched the singer with my undivided attention, the man that was my date tonight watched me the same way.

"And then there's a sound. What's that sound?

That, that's panic

Schizophrenic, psychopathic lover

But through her eyes he looks so beautiful

But through her eyes he looks so harmless"

Not long after, the song ended and the singer, known as Michelle, invited someone else from the audience to take over and she switched from vocals to her acoustic guitar. The other person was a young man who also brought his girlfriend on stage with him and they sang a new song.

"I saw the ocean swallow you

Through the haze I search for you

Trying to find where I had you

Hard London rain beat colour out

Through the night my body shouts

Telling me to hold you now…"

"I know this song!" I said to Malfoy excitedly.

Malfoy gave me a small but bright-eyed smile.

"If you could feel my fire reach for you

Flames draw high out to you

Streetlight shines through my window

It trembles for you

Take my heart there you go

London's wild but I'm alone

You're so far but I'm not tired

I'm coming for you…"

"They're really good, aren't they?" I whispered to Malfoy.

He nodded and asked if I'd like to give karaoke a go.

"Absolutely not!" I said.

"All over waves and straight across

To the steps where we were lost

In the night our bodies locked

All in your eyes the colours are

Like the red runs through my heart…"

Everyone clapped when the pair finished. They were surprisingly really good and got free drinks on the house for being the first to go.

"Are you having a good time, Angel?"

I turned to look at Malfoy and nodded.

"Tell me whenever you're ready to go home."

"Okay," I said.

After that, more people started going up to the small stage and a variety of music was played from pop to rap. The young man who'd attempted rap failed so miserably that everyone burst into laughter. He seemed a little embarrassed and went straight to the bar. Two girlfriends who were slightly tipsy went up to sing pop.

"I feel your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you're here in my arms

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

Several people got up at this point to and made their way to the wooden floor in the center of the room. My eyes lit up when I saw people starting to move to the rhythm. It wasn't like it was at Eric's; just hot sticky bodies everywhere. Here, people were laughing and grooving and it looked fun!

"Let's go and dance!" I looked towards Malfoy excitedly. I didn't even realize I was gripping his arm, his sleeve, until he looked down to where I was touching him.

Malfoy looked at me, his eyes wide just for a millisecond and nodded. We got up and I led us to the dance floor. Malfoy wasn't much of a dancer but that was okay because I enjoyed it enough for the both of us. I laughed when one of the other guys on the floor took my hand, turning me around and twirling me before send me off into Malfoy's arms. It was so strange but in that moment, I had forgotten about how much I hated Malfoy.

"Come on, Scorpius, dance!" I said excitedly.

A slow smile crept to Malfoy's face and he looked away, trying to hold it back before chucking. Malfoy chuckled!

"You're laughing!" I said. "I thought you said you don't laugh!"

"I never said that," he said casually moving closer and placing his hands on my waist, gently pulling me to him. This close he seemed so much taller and larger. "You assume a lot of things about me," he teased.

"I do not!"

"You assumed I hate you and asked you here to harass you…I asked you here for this. For a good time." He started moving with me. It wasn't like the night at Eric's. This was innocent and kind of nice.

"Have you been tapping into my mind?!" I snorted looking around.

"Absolutely not!" he laughed and looked towards the stage where singers had changed.

"Then you just assumed that that's what I was thinking," I pointed out looking up at his face.

Malfoy chuckled. "Accusing the accuser? Not your best defense, I have to say."

"No you're the one who assumed that I assumed that that's why you asked me to dinner," I tried to explain. Malfoy rolled his eyes and I jokingly slapped him on the arm.

He looked down at where I'd hit him and then at me, eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry," I quickly said. "I was just playing."

Malfoy broke into a smirk and I sighed in relief. He leaned down, his face next to my ear, "I don't mind a little rough play."

I held my breath and turned my head slightly to look at him. He pulled his head up and we started moving again.

"Is this what you meant by exercise? Dance after eating a plate full of fried pickles to burn them off?"

Malfoy laughed. An actual laugh! He had a nice smile, I noticed. And he had a single dimple on his left cheek. I'd never seen it before!

"No, I usually leave after dinner," he said in a light tone.

We continued to dance and then the song changed. One of Michelle's band members took to the microphone and the song changed to slow, love song. The new singer had a splendid, deep voice that made everyone still in their spots and seek out their partners.

"Your eyes did they flutter again?

And my mouth it did hang wide"

Malfoy looked at me, his eyes filled with anticipation. He pulled me in slightly and we began to dance slowly.

"When you told me every little thing's gonna be alright

But we were younger then

And now we know that if there was a plan made

Then we forgot about it if there was time

Well I could figure it out now

But life is short

And I don't care for most of it

And I don't care for most of it

Because you're all that I, all that I want

Because you're all that I, all that I want…"

I had no idea what I was doing anymore. This man that had hurt me in a locked storage closet, threatened me, kidnapped me, was now holding me so tenderly, like I was made of china, and dancing with me. My head couldn't reach his shoulder so lost in thought; I leaned it on the side of his arm and stared into space. I felt him sigh deeply.

I almost forgot this was Malfoy. For a moment I felt like I was with the old him from before he disappeared. I felt like I was with the Malfoy I used to play with at the Potters', the charming, cute boy who used to tease me…he still teased me but it wasn't very funny anymore.

"Well I know I'm hard to take

But my bones are calling out your name

While I beat your cold windows, break the locks on the gate

While I try to forget I used to be something great…"

What was wrong with me? I'd had dinner with Malfoy like he wanted me to. I was supposed to have demanded my things an hour ago and stormed out of the restaurant like any wise woman would. But here I was dancing slowly with him, thinking about how gentle his hands were on my hips.

The slow song ended not too long after. I was confused and angry with myself for letting Malfoy get to me again. I wasn't in the mood to dance any longer so I looked up at Malfoy and said in a small voice, "I think I'd like to go home now, Scorpius."

Malfoy stared at me for a second and nodded. "Alright, let's take you home."

Malfoy led us towards out of the restaurant and behind to the parking lot where his black car was.

"Can I drive you home?"

"If you promise to take me to my home," I muttered.

Malfoy let out a quiet snort. I couldn't believe I was getting in his car again after I'd sworn to myself I wanted nothing to do with him. But it was dark now and not to mention, a little chilly. Besides, his behavior was better today.

I got in and buckled myself up as Malfoy pulled out of the lot. We were both silent as he drove towards my house.

"We forgot dessert," I suddenly said.

Malfoy began to slow down. "You're right," he said. "Would you like some?"

"No, it's okay. I was just making an observation," I said.

Malfoy looked at me, thinking for a moment. Without another word, he pulled over and made a three-point turn, heading back towards the main road.

"Why'd you do that? Where are we going?" I asked, looking around.

"Dinner isn't complete without dessert," Malfoy said, giving me half a smile.

"It's fine, I don't need—"

"Yes we do."

Malfoy drove for a bit until we arrived at a fast food place and he pulled into the drive-through. Malfoy ordered two soft cones for us and collected them at the window, handing them to me.

"Thanks," I said quietly.

"I hope you like vanilla because that's their only flavor," he said lightly.

"I love it," I assured him and had myself a lick. I ate my ice cream and held Malfoy's with my other hand. I occasionally handed him his to eat but took it back every time he needed to use both hands.

We finally arrived in front of my house and Malfoy pulled into my driveway and turned off the ignition. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened my door. As I was about the get out of the car, Malfoy took hold of my hand.

"Wait," he said. I turned and looked at him. He reached back towards the back seat and pulled out my small purse. "It was my only way to negotiate for your time. I always intended to give it back."

I took my little bag from his hand and nodded. "Thank you," I whispered. "For dinner…and ice cream."

Malfoy gave me a small smile and I got out of the car. I made my way towards my porch and I heard his engine go off. He pulled out but didn't drive off until Mum opened the door and let me in.

"How was your date?" she asked excitedly.

"Detrimentally mind-boggling," I said before heading straight up to my room with a plan to lock myself in there until the next ice age.

A/N: SO WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF MALFOY? Has he redeemed himself or become worse? What about Rose and her reactions? Please review and be sure to let me know what you think. It's really motivating to hear from you guys!

Song credits to Trey Songz, the Midway State, Kesha and Dawn Golden respectively.