Summary: Post-Hogwarts and Post-war. Underneath the mean insults between Scorpius and Rose, could there be something else about them? Read and find out! A short ficlet about Scorpius' obsession with Rose Weasley's hair.

Disclaimer : I don't own the characters and the plot's been done, million of times over, but give it a chance! Don't judge it by it's first chapter! Inspired by Anne of Green Gables!

He watched her from afar, in the classroom. He always did that when she wasn't looking at him. They scuffled with each other and got into skirmishes in the corridors, he even called her names and insulted her family, and everything else. He always did that too. In fact, ever since his first fateful meeting with her on the train, when his Father Draco Malfoy and his Mother, Astoria Greengrass, were accompanying him on the train station, he decided he liked her fiery red hair, and her fierce temper that matched with it. Rose, he saw, took an instant dislike at him. She didn't even look at him, when he was looking at her, trying to make eye contact with her, while on the train, when she was buying foods for herself and her family.

"I didn't know you had money, Weasley and your hair, it's like carrots!" Scorpius was insulting her family and calling her poor. But more over, he dared to say her hair was like carrots. To her, this was the paramount of insults.

"Malfoy, I don't have time for this!" Rose responded back, with a toss of her red hair that flowed down her neck, which made her very beautiful, in Scorpius' eyes.

And from that moment on, Scorpius and Rose were always at each other' throats, with him calling poorer than dirt all the time, and making fun of her red hair. Rose, on the surface, didn't mind Scorpius' calling her names, but Scorpius didn't know she shed tears about it in secret. If he knew, he would have hexed or jinxed himself into oblivion, for making his not so secret crush cry. If truth to be told, the whole Slytherin House knew about it and Scorpius himself, would sometimes deny it when another Slytherin asked him about why he's been ogling at her during class.

He dreamt about her at night, and she was even in his daydreams, and he just wanted to touch a red lock of her hair. He knew Rose liked to call it "auburn", because she hated her red hair. And he thought she was cute, and that her red hair made her brighter for him.

And dear Merlin, she was the most intelligent witch of their year, always so eager to answer questions in class, determined not to be beaten by him or any Slytherin for that matter. He didn't know why she was this way towards him. How much he wanted her to change her mind about him and how much he really wished he could discuss lessons with her! But alas, this wasn't going to be an easy task for him. And he didn't know her father Ronald Weasley ordered her to be this way towards him.

Most of other students got used to them, calling each other names, and teasing each other for a whole 3 years. But Rose couldn't know about his innermost thoughts on her, and that he too deep down, was hurt by their seemingly harmless fights. For 3 years, he had the leisure to observe her red hair, and he didn't know why, but he was incredibly fascinated by her hair's color. He never saw anything as red as her hair. "Such a vivid and passionate colour!" He didn't get over that matter even after 3 years of calling her poor and ugly though.

In fact, in his heart, he was thinking just the opposite about her : she was a stunning and gorgeous girl and just the most beautiful redhead for him in the whole Wizarding World. If he could just touch her hair once, he would feel satisfied. But she never let him near her, and always threatened to hex or jinx him. And her brothers and cousins, always there to protect her against him. It was nearly impossible for him to achieve his dreams : touching her hair just this once. And in 3 years, his childish crush on her grew into a one-sided love, or he presumed Rose hated him for refusing to call her hair "auburn". And one night, after she got a terrible sunburn, and from where he was, in the Castle's grounds, he saw her skin was scorched by the Sunlight. He knew of a way to cure her sunburn magically, however, he couldn't show her just how much he cared about her, so he abstained himself from running to her and telling her about how to treat her injured skin by the Sunlight. And he never let Rose know he knew about her skin problems, or else she would know just how much he cared about her, and he didn't want her to just yet because he didn't want to face her rejection.

In his 3rd year at Hogwarts's School of Witchcraft and Wizadry, he realized he was obsessed about her red hair. He talked about it with his friends, and didn't know what to do with it.

"Well, you're love-sick, Scorpius!" concluded Parkinson for him and he couldn't stand her squealing over it.

"Scorps, you know, it's unhealthy when you have such an obsession about someone's hair colour!"

"But it's just so unbelievably red!"

"Yes I know, her hair's red, that's an established fact! Now, I'm going to bed, if you have nothing more interesting to say to me!" said Parkinson, finally tired of him always telling her about how red Rose Weasley's hair was. That night, he was starting to seriously think about his obsession for Rose's hair colour.

"I need to get over it!" said Scorpius to himself, in the Slytherins' dormitory, after talking to his fellow Housemates.

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