Oh, wow. I'm an idiot. I accidentally posted Sick here again instead of this story. Here it is now, anyways.

Weasel,

Congrats on making Head Girl. I bet you can't guess who the Head Boy is!

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

Don't call me Weasel.

Who's Head Boy? Not Zacharias Smith II, I hope.

Rose

Weasel,

No! Not Smith, luckily.

You stop using my middle name, and I might stop calling you Weasel.

Scorpius

Scorpius H. Malfoy,

Give me a hint.

Rose

Weasel,

He's better than you in all of our classes.

Scorpius

Scorpius,

I'm not using your middle name, see? Stop with the Weasel thing.

Hm... Al? He's about as good as me in DADA. Longbottom, maybe? He's best in Herbology.

I have no idea.

Rose

Rosie,

I'm deeply insulted. I thought you were my friend.

Wounded,

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

What?

Still no idea,

Rose

Weasel,

You're pretending. No one could possibly be that idiotic.

Still wounded,

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

STOP WITH THE WEASEL THING!

Please just tell me already! I don't know!

Rose

Ginger,

For the last time, don't use my middle name!

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

My given name isn't Rosie, Ginger, or Weasel, but yours is Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, so you can't call me any of those but I can call you Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

Are you going to tell me who the Head Boy is, or not?

Rose

Red,

Whatever.

And I'm Head Boy, you imbecile.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

Really? No way!

Rose

Red,

Yes. Dodo.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

I thought you said he was better than me in most classes.

How many synonyms can you possibly think of for 'idiot?'

Rose

Red,

He is.

Halfwit, fool, ignoramus, moron, simpleton, dope, nincompoop, dimwit, dummy, blockhead, knucklehead, numbskull, birdbrain, nitwit, bozo, dingbat.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

You used a thesaurus.

Rose

Red,

No I didn't.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

Then why does my thesaurus have all those words in exactly the same order you wrote them in?

Rose

Ginger,

Such troubles you go to.

Where are you?

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

At Al's house now. Why?

Rose

P.S. For the last time, my name is not Ginger!

Ginger,

Could you please hit him on the head for me?

And you are correct, your name is not Ginger.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

I'm not there anymore. Why?

Rose

Ginger,

Okay. Never mind.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

What?

Rose

Ginger,

Forget it,

Scorpius

Al,

Why did Scorpius ask me to hit him?

Your favorite cousin,

Rose

My favorite cousin,

If I told you he would kill me.

Al

Al,

Will you tell me?

Rose

Rose,

No. Ask him. You will be delighted.

Al

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

Please tell me why you wanted me to hit Al. He says I would like to know.

Rose

Rosie,

If I told you then I'd have to kill you.

Scorpius

PS. The Hyperion thing isn't helping

Scorpius,

Please tell me!

Rose

Rosie,

It's such a nice day today, don't you think? Are you going to the potluck at the Potters this evening? I hear we're going swimming.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

Stop trying to change the subject and answer my question.

Rose

Rosie,

You're a hypocrite. I asked you a question, which you haven't answered yet.

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

Yes, I am most likely going to the potluck, although I am starting to change my mind because you are coming.

Now tell me!

Rose

Rosie,

I'll tell you eventually, (probably), but not now. I still have to figure some things out.

Scorpius

Rose apparated to the Potter's house, where her parents were already sitting and talking with the Potters. Aunt Ginny pointed her towards the lake, where sounds of splashing and shouting were audible from across the field.

She reached the lake, and quickly glanced around to see if Scorpius was there. Only the Potter kids and Teddy and Victoire had arrived so far.

Al was the first to see her, and jumped out to greet her, Lily close behind. Rose crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Why did you have to invite Malfoy to the potluck?" She demanded.

Al raised an eyebrow. "How do you know? Have you two been corresponding?"

"A little."

Lily and Al exchanged glances, and were about to pester her more when Victoire rescued her by calling for her to come in and swim.

Half an hour later, most of the Weasley clan had arrived, and Rose was beginning to entertain the rather appealing idea that Scorpius wasn't coming at all.

She thought too soon. When they emerged, dripping wet, at their parent's calls to come eat dinner, Scorpius apparated into the Potter yard. He sauntered over to Rose, who shot him a nasty look.

"Can I have a hug, Rosie?" he asked.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm wet." Rose held up her dripping arms to make her point.

Scorpius smirked. "How about a kiss, then?"

Rose whipped him across the face with her wet towel and stomped off to get changed, fuming all the more when she felt her face heat up.

Rose carefully chose a seat in between Al and Lucy, with Lily and Dom across from her, so Scorpius wouldn't be able to sit anywhere near her. But today was not her lucky day. Lorcan tapped Lucy on the shoulder, and asked if he would like to sit with them, and Lucy did. Scorpius took Lucy's spot.

"Hey, Rosie?" he said.

Rose kept her gaze on her plate of chicken and salad.

"What?"

"Do you like anyone?"

Rose and Scorpius both knew well that whenever Rose lied, she blushed very visibly, so she decided to tell the truth.

"Yes."

"Will you tell me?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"I'll never call you Rosie again."

"No."

"I'll never call you Rosie, Ginger, Weasel, or Red ever again, and you can call me whatever you want."

"No!"

"I'll give you anything!"

At this, Rose turned to look at him, a grin playing at her lips.

"Your Firebolt 2000?"

"Well, maybe not anything...Still. Please?"

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

This seemed to subdue him. "Oh, I'm just curious."

Rose raised an eyebrow. Albus and Lily exchanged glances again, and Albus grinned at Scorpius, who rolled his eyes at him. All of this was missed by Rose, who was staring into space.

"Rosie!" Scorpius snapped his fingers in front of her face. She jerked back into reality. "Pleasant as you are when you have departed into dreamland, there's something I have to ask you."

"Does it, by any chance, have anything to do with who I like?"

"No."

"Really? What is it?"

"Well, maybe it sort of is. Who do you like?"

Rose, mostly to prevent herself from pouring the entire contents of the gravy boat on Scorpius's albino head, glared at him, picked up her plate, and walked off to the kitchen.

Scorpius continued nagging her for the rest of the evening, but got no reaction from her until they were all about to leave.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"I don't want you to know! Can't you stop bothering me?" Rose turned to say by to the Potters, but Scorpius grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Please?"

Rose shook her head, feeling like she would avada him readily any second.

"Rosie!"

"No!"

"Is it me?"

Rose turned to face him, hoping her hair and the dim light would mask her rapidly reddening face.

Blinded by annoyance and embarrassment, her answer was something she wouldn't usually say.

"Maybe."

With a crack, she apparated away, leaving Scorpius standing in the field, a grin spreading across his face.

Rosie,

Ha! I knew it!

Scorpius

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,

You knew what?

Rose

Rosie,

You like me!

Scorpius

Scorpius,

I do not!

Rose

Rosie,

I clearly recall you stating otherwise last night.

Scorpius

Scorpius,

I clearly recall saying maybe, meaning probably not. By which I meant NO.

Rose

Rose,

Such a shame. I'll have to ask Lily.

Scorpius

Scorpius,

Lily doesn't know.

Rose

Rose,

I know who you like!

Scorpius

Scorpius,

No, you don't.

Rose

Rose,

How would you know?

Scorpius

Scorpius,

No one else knows except for me.

Rose

Rose,

People can guess,

Scorpius

Scorpius,

Who did you ask, and what did they say?

Rose

Rose,

Not telling.

Scorpius

Message to my very few loyal mostly nonexistent readers: I will make a valiant attempt to update soon. But it is summer vacation, so the soonest I can promise is two weeks, by which time you may have forgotten this entire story and will have to read it again.

Oh well. Despite my slowness, I would appreciate it if you would review and alert and all that.

Thanks for reading!