A/N: So this story is probably going to be the end of me.

Just saying.

Well, thing is, normal people –as opposed to fanfiction freak-shows like me- do not start a new story just before the beginning of the university entrance exams.

But this story just came and I am not famous for my patience.

So, yeah…

Pleeeeease be nice and review just to give your condolences for failing my tests

This is a story inspired by a Good Charlotte song called Break Apart Her Heart

And I do not own Harry Potter

Still,

Enjoy!

P. S.: As you will notice the titles of every chapter will be associated with either angels or devils. For obvious reasons. Oh and watch for the changing POVs (Albus-Scorpius-Rose)

'LOVE' AND 'HELL'

Chapter 1: Deal with the Devil

I stand up to shout at Lysander that, no I do not enjoy seeing naked, baby photos of me hanging all over the Gryffindor Common Room but I stop midway. Only to look over the sandy-haired boy at something coming in the Great Hall. Then, dizzy, I stumble my way back to my seat in the table, trying hard to stop my heart from throbbing.

I see a long elegant hand waving my way and I almost choke on my pumpkin juice. Fighting to sweep away the marmalade from my cheek I end up landing my elbow inside my plate and some of its contents falling on a bit of parchment close to it.

Causing of course, Hugo, who is sitting next to me to swear something akin to 'bloody hell that was my Potions' essay' and storm off.

And the reason behind all this?

Her.

Alysia Thomas.

Seventh-year, Hufflepuff prefect and possibly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

I try to act cool as I see her walking –no, floating, better yet- through the Great Hall, her perfect blonde hair dancing around her, as if alive.

But I fail. Miserably too.

In case you didn't notice.

"Hi, Albus." Her melodic voice speaks to me. Yet I am too mesmerized to form a decent sentence.

I just nod and gawk and grin stupidly.

"Yeah, erm… I-… Hi!" I stutter like the fool that I am and she giggles.

And just as I am about to start jumping up and down exhilarated, I spot him.

Zack McLaggen.

Seventh-year, Slytherin beater and possibly the biggest and most annoying bastard I have ever met.

He stands up from his respectable (grumph…) table and marches towards us as if he owns the place.

Which obviously he doesn't, but still.

He sends a bored glare my way and with a monumental arrogance grabs Aly's wrist and pulls her to him.

"You're late." He hisses and I feel my blood boiling.

"I'm so sorry baby, but you know how long it takes me to get my hair done." Alysia explains with innocent eyes that would surely make my heart melt.

However McLaggen doesn't seem thus infected.

He grumbles and catches her waist, leading her to his table.

"Don't keep me waiting again." He orders like a bloody slave master and I feel the compelling need to find my wand and do something unwise with it.

"Sorry, I won't. Promise." She says sweetly.

I honestly can't figure it out.

How can she put up with him, when for all intents and purposes there are other people here that would kill to be with her?

Like, let's say, me.

Yeah, you got it right.

I'm head over heels with her.

As in, totally in love.

Of course Rosie scolds me all the time saying I am a fool and that she's just a bimbo.

Alysia that is.

But I guess I'm helpless about it.

I start going back to the Gryffindor table when I hear her voice again.

"Zack you are so mean to me. I spent two hours trying to make my hair look like this. How can you say they look awful?" Ok, that is just enough.

I swift on the spot and speed to the Slytherins.

I'm gonna give this guy a piece of my mind.

But suddenly I feel a hand grabbing my shoulder making me come to a halt.

"Who the…?" My voice is cut of by the sight of no other than Scorpius Malfoy.

"Don't take one more step." He instructs and I cross my arms.

Now, I and Scorpius go way back.

We met in first year and even though our characters always kinda clashed (though nowhere close to how his character clashes with Rose's) I never stopped being friends with him.

Now, don't get me wrong. We're not best mates. But he is my friend from Slytherin and I have no problem talking to him from time to time. He can be bloody hilarious if he wants to and he's a good sod, serious and easy-going. Needless to say that he is an awesome Seeker and quite often we find ourselves talking about positions and tactics.

The only problem with Scorpius is that he doesn't really care about others. Actually I'd say he doesn't care about anything at all.

He is a smart lot so he easily gets top marks but he doesn't care about school. He has a talent in Quidditch but doesn't plan on going pro. And more than anything else Scorpius has his own girls' fan club, but even though he exploits the fact that he is one of the best-looking men in here, he doesn't give a shit about those girls.

I, of course being the exact opposite could never be best friends with him.

"Al, come with me." He points the corridor with his eyes and I nod.

"So, what did you want Scorpius?" I ask. He narrows his eyes at me.

Now what did I do?

Don't tell me that…

"Did Rosie piss you off again?" I contemplate it for a moment. It wouldn't be too big a surprise if she did. I mean, those two are always in some kind of trouble together.

And when I say together I don't mean, friends-holding-hands together. I mean put-your-wand-away-from-my-face-Filch-is-looking together.

If you get my point there.

"No." He barks like he always does at the sound of her name.

And then on afterthought. "Strangely enough."

"I was watching you wrecking havoc in there and I just felt sorry for you." I widen my eyes at his reply.

"You noticed?" I mumble.

"Don't worry. You didn't make too big a fool of yourself. I just pumped into a very annoyed Hugo Weasley muttering stuff like 'That boy and his stupid crush.' And saw you talking to her." Or trying to, I feel the urge to put in annoyed.

I nod hesitantly. There has to be more to it. He didn't just drag me away from my bacon to say this.

Or did he?

I mean, to my shock, Scorpius has no real interest in food. All I ever see him eat is something like salmon or vegetables and apples. He says that with the way I eat I will never catch the Snitch before him. Which is a big lie, in case you were wondering.

I did catch it first last year, didn't I?

Even though I 'eat like a bloody pig'. Lily's words not mine.

"But you should know mate, you'll never get to see her knickers the way you're going with this. Or anyone else's for that matter." Oh, so now he's Mr Experienced. Git.

I know for a fact that he hasn't shagged half of the girls he claims to.

"Shut it Casanova." I see him smirking with satisfaction at my remark. But soon shakes my words away.

"I'm not the point here." He states in a business-like manner.

"You are. We need to help you get some. Otherwise you'll be an awfully easy target in the next match." Well, that's mature of him.

How exactly did he end up being a Head-Boy again?

"And how are we going to help me…get some as you so eloquently put it?" I ask.

"I'm gonna tutor you." He exclaims overjoyed.

"Oh, no, no, no, NO!" I shout.

"Why not?" He pouts.

"I'm not taking advice from you! You're a man-who-" He glares at me and interrupts.

"Well, I wouldn't be one if girls didn't beg me to snog them." Well, ehem… he does have a point there somewhere.

I mean girls do beg him to snog them. And practically worship him.

"It's because of the hair." I put in, pointing at his strange blonde hair.

"Hardly. It's my skill. You know very well you're not a total troll yourself yet you haven't had a decent snog since last year." Worst thing about talking to a Head?

Well, yeah they're naturally smart.

"Fine. So what do you propose, Professor?" I say in mock respect.

"You want Thomas right?" Scorpius inquires and I nod dejectedly.

"Break her heart." He commands and I stare at him perplexed.

"Wha-?" Is all I can mumble.

"You saw McLaggen, he treats her like dirt in his fingernails and she adores him." I flinch at the name and glower at Scorpius.

"Sorry, but I don't intend on treating girls like dirt." I say forcefully and he sighs.

"Then I take it that you do not intent on ever having a girlfriend either, right?" He has to be kidding me! How am I supposed to get a girlfriend if I treat girls like shit?

**********

I sigh at my friend's ignorance. Poor kiddo doesn't get the meaning of love. He never did.

I have a lot of work to do with him. But it's ok I guess. I was getting bored of my life anyway. Girls, girls, Quidditch, girls, top grades and more girls.

It's getting old, I swear!

"Then I take it that you do not intent on ever having a girlfriend either, right?" I ask seriously.

He stares at me thoughtful and worried. Little Al doesn't stand a chance before me. I mean, I don't usually boast about lots of stuff, but when it comes to wit I'll have you know that I am impeccable.

I can go up to Steven Zabini and inform him his hair is green or tell Filch his cat is in fact a Hungarian Thorntail. And they'll believe me.

The only person that I cannot fool is a certain bushy-haired Head-Girl. But let's just not talk about that bookworm now.

"I-I… I do want her to like me." Albus confesses and I grin.

"Good then you'll do as I say and break her heart. Girls love to be mistreated." He gives me the I-have-no-idea-how's-this-done look and I sigh for the second time today .

"Look, if you want her, then ignore her." I begin.

"If she waves at you look away, if she speak to you act indifferent. Interrupt her when she's talk and say you need to go 'see someone'." I take in a breath as I let him take in the information.

"If you're talking to her and she leaves to go see that troll of hers, get totally mad at her and state icily that 'you don't care for stupid airheads like her'. Refuse to go hang out with her because 'you need to concentrate for the big game next week'." That last one has given me tones of popularity points over the years.

"Oh and before I forget it! Start dating random chicks. And always remind her how awesome they are." That should do the trick.

"But that's just cruel." He protests.

"My friend, women are cruel creatures and should be treated thus." I adopt a knowing face.

"I really don't think I can do that." Here we go again. If I knew it'd be such a pain to persuade him then I wouldn't have bothered.

Why can't he just see that this is what girls want?

They want the drama, the yelling voices and the occasional rude remarks.

They feed on misery.

"Look, Al, I'll make you a deal." I take a new approach.

"Do as I say for a month and if she doesn't come begging you to snog the daylights out of her then I…" I rack my brains to think of a decent deal.

"I'll give you my broom." I finish. Yeah people, I'm that sure of myself.

He gaps at me for a moment there and then beams.

"The new Nimbus model?!" He shrieks.

"Yup." I confirm a bit weirded-out to hear a man shriek.

"Deal!" He extends his hands at me.

"Hey, not so fast. I have to have some gain as well." Albus stares at me offended.

"I thought you did it to help me." He hisses.

"I did. Up until you pissed me off. Now I shall make my request." I take deep breath and consider it. What does Al have that I want?

Truthfully I don't think there's anything…

Of course he has that cute Invisibility Cloak I always kinda liked but there's nothing I can do with it.

I could ask him to let me catch the Snitch in the next match but that's just low. Besides I don't need any help to beat him.

And there's always this map his brother handed him last year. The Marauder's Map or whatever it's called. I've seen it once and it looks interesting. Sneaking out, avoiding Filch, going for a latenight snog. But hey! I'm Head-Boy so I get to do that anyway.

Oh!

I know what I'd like. A little piece of sweet revenge would be nice.

"I want you to get Weasley's diary for me." I say victoriously.

"No way! Rose will kill me if she finds out. Which judging by your looks she will. And not in a nice way either." I smirk. Just smirk.

"I want revenge for last year's events." I say my smirk never faltering.

"What you mean when she somehow got a hold of your old boxers with the brooms on them and hang them in the Gryffindor Tower?" That sod! He didn't just mention that out loud!

I nod deviously. I was laughed at by the entire school for weeks after that.

"Well, sorry Scorpius but you'll just have to think of something else cause I'm not stealing her diary for you." Oh, come on now!

I could make copies of it and throw them around like brochures. It'd be great!

Or maybe I could read it and then blackmail her about it.

And then…

"Hey, stop plotting! You're not getting it." Shoot!

"Come on Al. I am giving you my best broom if you win. I need something worthy to seal the deal." I use my Nimbus card.

"My cousin's private life is worth more than a bloody broom." It does? I don't see how…

"Oh, who are you kidding? Your cousin herself isn't worth as much as my broom. We can sell her and you'll see. I know some people …" I stop as I see him glare at me.

"Just joking mate! But still we both know that Wealsey barely has a private life for you to protect. The diary would probably be a 24/7 study schedule or something." Which is quite true. Odds are I will be immensely dissatisfied with it.

But still it's worth the try. Plus there's this dude I have seen her talking to lately so maybe that'll be something worth reading about.

"I can't deny that…" Al says skeptically.

"Ok, fine but if she kills me then it's on your conscience." I chuckle. Sure thing.

"Naah, I'll be dead before you." I mean the girl's as bad-tempered as it gets.

"So deal?" Al asks.

"Deal." I reply shaking hands with my new student.

**********

Scorpius Bloody Malfoy.

Is there something he doesn't get involved in?

I swear nowadays he's everywhere. The pitch, the classes, the Heads' Common Room…

Yet that was to be expected, sadly enough.

But this?!

Oh, he just crossed every line here. I knew he had no ethics but to go as far to persuade Al to tutor him in what appears to be 'Ways to mistreat girls' is too much even for him.

"Malfoy!" I practically scream entering the Heads' Common Room.

I see his annoying blonde hair over the couch and I hear a female voice giggle close by. One of the airheads he usually has running behind him. Of course.

"To what do I owe the pleasant surprise Weasley?" He says in what would have been a sweet manner had it been anyone but him. Cause in his case it's just provocative and sly.

"What do you think you're doing meddling with my cousin's business?" I put my hands on my hips and ask.

"He happens to be my friend." He retorts.

"Hardly. You have no friends Malfoy. No one can stand you enough to be your friend." I hiss. Well, that's not particularly true cause he does hang out with Will Denvers and Andy Goyle. But hey, those two look more like trolls than humans so I'm not totally off.

"Just because you cannot see my brilliance that doesn't mean no one can." Talk about modesty. I snort audibly.

"Well, done Weasley, that was lady-like." He says and I hear his airhead of the day giggling again. I glare at both of them and the girl sends me a dirty look that goes unnoticed by the stupid blonde.

I see her mouthing 'bitch' to me and start looking for my wand.

No, stop Rose. You're Head-Girl! I instruct.

"If that dimwit you're snogging is your idea of a lady then I'll pass." I shout in disdain.

"You really shouldn't talk to her like that Weasley." He adopts his Knight-in-the-shining-Armor façade and I laugh.

"Why? Are you scared she might fall for me?" I mutter referring to the bullshit he told my cousin earlier today.

Suddenly he stands up and sending his toy away begins studying me.

"I don't see why you're making a big fuss about it. Al's a big boy." He comments.

"That doesn't make him any less of a fool. Besides I won't just stand here watching you turning him into you." I point my finger at him accusingly.

"Why what's wrong with me?" He asks. Well, that was a smart question.

"Are you kidding me? You're the most self-centered, arrogant, cheap, unethical misogynist I have ever met." I take a halt trying to catch my breath.

"Oh, come on, you can hardly call me cheap." See what I mean people?

"Don't start with your wisecrack Malfoy. I just want you to break that stupid deal with my cousin before he gets used to acting like a prat." Besides Al refused to tell me what he was giving Malfoy in case he won so I'm kinda uneasy now.

"And why not act like a prat I ask you?" Oh, that's right! Why would anyone wish to be nice and well-liked? That blonde is full of wisdom sometimes.

"What would be the point? Look at you!" I say, a smirk lurking at the corners of my mouth.

"I do look at me. And know what I see? A guy who can have any girl he wants." He inspects his nails with profound satisfaction.

"Or have you not noticed how many my fans are?" I snort again. It's becoming a habit.

"Well, they're only many in the outside. If you just combined all their brain cells together you could hardly make one normal person's brain." I see him chuckle and then fight to hide it.

"Good thing then that I don't snog their brains." Yes, of course I should have seen that one coming.

"Yeah, but unlike you Al wants to be able to actually talk to girls he dates." He seems to ponder about that for a moment there.

"Thomas could talk, last time I checked. And his only chance to get her is to act like he doesn't give a shit about her." Now, who said that?

"How can you say that?" I ask really shocked now.

"For all I know girls want nice, sweet boys who make them feel good about themselves." I say daringly.

"Doesn't seem like it. Look at him. Honestly don't you ever feel sorry for him? Being treated like that?" No, I don't. Thomas is an idiot. That's why she acts like that.

"When he finds the right girl…" I start but am interrupted by his loud laughter.

"Oh, please! How old are you ten? The right girl? And I'm supposing you're waiting for your prince charming?" I feel my face reddening and my hands trembling.

It is remarkable how that boy can ridicule even the most fundamental of feelings. Love.

"It has nothing to do with fairytales!" I scream approaching him fully prepared to take his eyes out with the tip of my wand.

"Wanting someone who cares and respects you has nothing to do with fairytales." He takes a small step back surprised.

"How dare you mock a feeling such as love that way?" He just stares at me now. Not even attempting to speak.

"I mean, you like to act like an arse. Whatever! It makes no difference to me. But don't try to persuade everyone around you that this is the right way, ok? Cause that just goes too low even for you." Ok, there I said it. I feel better now.

We look at each other for a good five minutes before he dares to utter another word.

"Look, I'll make you a deal…" Huh?! Is this some sort of joke? Cause you know it's getting old.

"No, fucking way!" I clear up.

"No, no… listen to me for a second. I have the best of ideas." Hard to believe that. But…

"You have three minutes." So yeah, curiosity killed the cat right?

"I'll make you a deal. We take two people and each one of us tutors one of them. You'll make a guy act like the angel you just described, you know, sweet and caring and I'll make the other just like the little devil that I am." Ok, that sounds surreal.

"What would be the point?" I ask.

"Let me finish. We'll make a contest. The one of us whose guy gets the more dates –or offers for- till the end of next month wins. How's that for a deal?" That's…

Ehem… surprisingly interesting.

"Go on." I mutter and he smiles.

"I already have my guy. Al. Of course he's aiming for a certain girl but the way I see it he'll get a hell lot of offers. Now you have to choose yours." I see, I see…

"But it can't be easy. I mean you don't get to choose Frank Longbottom who's the epitome of goodness." I nod, yes that makes sense. It has to be a challenge.

"And the terms?" I mean I have to know what I'm winning.

"If I win I want you to hang your knickers on the top of the Gryffindor Tower. Your finest pair." No bloody way! I mean… this is a revenge plan. I won't admit to that!

"No bloody way!" I shout.

"Come on, you can ask anything from me too." I ponder about it for a moment. It is embarrassing and disgraceful and dad will flip if he finds out but… I'm not planning to loose now am I?

"Fine. Then you're going out in the Great Hall with your Potion's book." I say calmer now.

"What sort of request is that?" Malfoy asks perplexed.

"With only your Potion's book." I clear up and he gaps at me.

"You're just dying to see my naked aren't you?" He smirks.

"No, I'm dying to see you getting expelled." I retort.

"Ok, ok. Agreed." We shake hands and both take a few steps backwards. Disgusted by the contact.

"I have an idea." I chirp satisfied. He cocks an eyebrow.

"Let's give names to our teams." I try to hide my content but I'm still dancing inside. Malfoy's getting expelled!

"What is it with you women and names? Do you need to name everything? Cats, dogs, teddy bears…Ok, fine, but just to get you off my back. Your team's name will be 'Love' for obvious reasons." I nod. I was hoping for something more elegant but fine.

"And yours will be 'Hell'." I add. "For obvious reasons."

"What do you mean? What obvious reason is there to call my team 'Hell'? It's pretty offensive you know." Well, duh!

"Well, that where you belong…" I say matter-of-factly.

"Whatever. I shall now bid you goodbye Weasley." He says and begins walking up the stairs to his dorm.

"Just a second there Malfoy." He stops dead on his tracks and shifts his head like the snake that he is.

"I have found my contestant." I announce beaming even at the thought of it.

"Who is it then?" He asks yawning.

"That… would be you." I reply.

He stares at me dumbfounded for a very, very long time and I'm sure he's just trying to persuade himself he heard wrong but after that he sighs irritated.

"You're so loosing this deal Weasley. I cannot be converted." He threatens.

Oh, we'll see about that.

You just got yourself a deal with the devil my friend.

A/N: Ok, I am very very worried about this story

Cause I've really worked on it and I'm kinda scared you might find it a bit stupid or boring or incomprehensible

So do not hesitate to review and tell me, do you like the characters? The plot? The idea?

I hope to hear from you

Next update will be in a week or so.

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Sarah