A/N: I don't know where this is going. Probably nowhere. I might add up other random Scorpius/Rose stuff in the future, depending on whether you like this or not. Won't make any promises, though!

1.

The first time Rose Weasley ever talked to him, he was sitting in a compartment by himself.

His mates had seemingly vanished into thin air ever since the train had started its engines. He was tired and didn't really feel like doing much of anything.

Quidditch practices were probably going to be obscenely early in the morning once he got to Hogwarts, as per usual, so he figured the best he could do was doze off for a few hours, until his mates decided they'd had their fair share of pranking people and picking up girls.

Normally, he'd be inclined to join in, but that day he just felt lazy. He'd have a whole year to do all that anyway, so missing out on one day was hardly important.

But this was about the first time Rose Weasley ever truly talked to Scorpius Malfoy.

It wasn't the first time they spoke; obviously that had happened before, seeing they had always been in the same year and shared a few classes together.

An actual conversation between them that didn't involve potion ingredients or some other variation of school work prior to this, though? There was none whatsoever.

It was on their trip to Hogwarts and they were going to begin their sixth year.

As Scorpius was happily occupying more than his fair share of the compartment space, so he'd be comfortable enough to sleep, the door slid open swiftly and rather harshly, startling him into opening his eyes.

He was faced with Rose Weasley, already in her Hogwarts robes, with a Prefect badge hanging from her pressed clothing.

It was the way she stood there, though, that somehow made it alarming. Rose was halfway in, halfway out of the compartment, her hand still on the door and an annoyed look plastered across her face.

Her opening words were: "What's so great about you, Malfoy, anyway?" No kidding.

Scorpius jolted upright. "Sorry?" he frowned, feeling confused.

"I asked," she repeated slowly, emotion replaced with a cold look. "What's so damn great about you, anyway?"

"My, my, for someone so posh, you sure have a mouth on you, Weasley," he looked amused. Rose decided to ignore his retort.

"Excuse me, but I've been on this train for four sodding hours and half that time has been spent hearing my dim-witted dormmates talking about you, so I decided to ask, since I had to come look for you anyway," she wrinkled her nose.

Scorpius, a boy well-aware of the fact that he drew quite the bit of female attention - even though he didn't, to his credit, take that much advantage of it - smirked at her statement.

"I could show you," he gave her a meaningful look after roaming his eyes over her, half expecting her to blush or turn away. Something cliché like that.

Except she didn't. "Could you now?" Rose looked at him a little disbelievingly, then closed the door behind her and stood with her back to it. "Then by all means do."

Scorpius's eyes widened slightly with shock. Despite his usual nonchalance and debonair attitude, he found himself a bit tongue-tied; Rose's face was actually serious and she looked as though she was waiting for him to do something.

"S-seriously?" he asked, trying to school his features into their normal disinterested look, but failing epically.

He had to be dreaming, he thought. Because a) girls weren't usually that bold and b) even if Rose had been avoiding him like the plague all their academic life and only vaguely acknowledged his existence, he was acutely conscious of hers.

Rose was beautiful. Slim figure, dark brown hair with hints of red in it and intelligent brown eyes that sort of drew you in. She had high cheekbones and a decently full set of lips, with a petite nose.

A guy would have to be blind not to notice her. At least, that's what Scorpius thought.

If he was honest about it, Scorpius would be more than eager to show her how great he was, if she really wanted him to.

"Well?" she leaned heavier against the door and lifted an eyebrow at him, as if challenging him.

Merlin, was he enthralled.

Scorpius got up, moving to close the gap between them. He was 6'1'' tall and towered over her rather easily, since she was only 5'4''.

He leaned his head down and she leaned hers back. Scorpius smirked again, putting his hand on the wall beside her head.

"Malfoy?" Rose whispered seductively, when his face was little more than two inches away from hers. She played with the collar of his shirt.

"Yes?" Scorpius asked, using the break to grab a strand of hair falling into her eyes and tuck it behind her ear.

She smiled sweetly. A wide, seemingly genuine smile that lit up her eyes and was quite the spectacle to see from up close.

"Did you honestly think I'd let a perfect stranger kiss me?" she shoved him off hard rolling her eyes, her smile gone. Scorpius had been completely unprepared for her antics, so naturally he fell backwards into an awkward sitting position on the bench.

"I'm not a stranger, we've known each other since we were eleven!" he argued defensively, frowning at her.

"Flawed logic. We've been aware of each other since we were eleven. But you don't know me and I don't know you," Rose stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, that's not so much my fault, as it is yours, isn't it?" Scorpius asked, a rare sincere tone to his voice.

"Maybe," Rose replied after a few seconds of apparently losing herself in thought.

Whatever she was contemplating, the way she was biting her lip made him regret not having gone straight to kiss her, before she'd had the chance to make that smart little comment of hers.

"Have a hard time admitting to the truth, do you?" Scorpius teased with a smirk.

"Maybe," Rose repeated, a lopsided smile on her lips as she focused her attention back to him.

"So... If you really don't want me to show you what's so special about me, why did you come by at all?" it was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

"You do know you're also a Prefect, don't you? We have a meeting. Dennis Wood - Head boy, in case you're wondering - told me to come get you and Ravenclaw's Janine Ridgewater, since you're both missing it" Rose pursed her lips, obviously not that happy about it.

"Why did he ask you to, though? Serena could've come to get me, she's the Slytherin girl Prefect after all," Scorpius reasoned.

Rose sighed. "Good point. Thing is I always sit closest to the door, to get out of meetings as fast as I humanly can, you know? But it sort of back-fired this time around. It turns out people nearest to the exit in a cramped room make for the best tracking-other-Prefects-down forced volunteers."

He laughed. "To be honest I had completely forgotten about the meeting. I was quite peacefully sleeping before you stormed in. Well, at least until you got all sexy and woke me all up," he smirked, eyeing her intensely.

Rose's response was to roll her eyes yet again. It amused him that she didn't show any sign of embarrassment. "Oh, get over it, will you? I was just mocking you."

"You're such a tease, Weasley," Scorpius got up and moved towards her. This time it made her jump back a little and she frowned.

"What are you doing?" Rose hissed, apparently a little intimidated by having his lean tall figure so close to hers.

He motioned innocently towards the door, shifting his course at the last minute. "Getting to that meeting, of course."

"Oh no, you aren't! Go get Ridgewater. I'm going back. It took me like 40 minutes to find you and Wood will be pissed if I'm gone much longer. You, on the other hand, are going to hear him rant anyway, so you might as well spare me from it," she smiled another bright smile, showing her nearly perfect white teeth.

Scorpius noticed one of her front teeth was a little crooked, but in a way that was barely noticeable and made her smile unique.

Rose quickly slid past him out the door, heading towards the front of the train, where the Prefects' compartment was located.

"Weasley, you can't just walk away from me! I'm not picking Janine up, she's not even my type," he called after her once he was in the corridor.

Rose half-turned to raise an eyebrow at him. "And that concerns me because?"

Scorpius leaned against the wall. "We could always skip the meeting of the dork lords and get to know each other. You know, so we won't be strangers anymore," his innocent look wasn't fooling anybody; his smile was full of double intentions.

"Sod off, Malfoy!" Rose resumed walking.

"Okay, carry on then. I'm just going to watch the pretty sway of your hips from here," he added, in an attempt to baffle her.

Rose walked back to him. When Scorpius noticed the mischief in her eyes and the fact that she didn't even look mad, his face fell a little, because he didn't know what to expect.

"You know, Malfoy, I've just figured what's so great about you," there it was. That seductive voice and the look in her eye, both of which made him want to ravish her. Scorpius moved closer.

"And what is that?" he was genuinely curious.

"Your height. Because your brains surely mustn't do much work in there, despite how you're the third best student in our year," her tone was flat and she looked downright bored. It was fantastic how quickly she could swing between expressions.

Scorpius didn't miss a beat. "Aware of my ranking and complimenting my height? I'm touched, Weasley, didn't know you were so fond of me," he smirked.

Rose chuckled, shaking her head with disbelief. "You have a comeback for all of my implied insults, without resorting to insulting me back, huh?"

"I'm a gentleman," he affirmed smugly.

"You know what, Malfoy?" she asked suddenly.

Scorpius obliged her. "Pray tell, my lady."

"I think I like you," she smiled again. The more she did, the more he wondered why he kept noticing how gorgeous her smile was.

"Likewise. Except I'm rather sure that I do," he lowered his voice as though he was revealing a big secret.

Rose's smile spread wider, igniting a genuine grin in Scorpius.