Rose Weasley was trouble. That was a universally acknowledged truth. You didn't need to really know her to know that she was trouble. She exuded it. She wasn't the sort of girl you would take home to see your mother. She wasn't the sort of girl you would take home period. And what was more important was that she sure as hell didn't want to go home to see your mother. Rose Weasley was the stuff of dreams and nightmares. Blessed with razor sharp wit and a body that could stop a truck, she had a penchant for destruction. She threw herself at life and promised herself she would never slow down, not for anything and not for anyone.

Slytherin's favourite son Scorpius Malfoy was trouble too but in an entirely different way. Where Rose Weasley was fire, he was ice. His impassive face gave nothing away and no one could ever truly say they knew what he was thinking. He wasn't the sort of boy you would bring home to your parents, not because he wouldn't be perfectly well mannered but because his haughty air of self-assurance would put them off forever and you wouldn't want your parents to worry about your life choices. Not that it mattered any way because like Rose Weasley he would never want to meet your parents.

Ron Weasley was happy. He had a beautiful, intelligent wife, a son who played for the Chudley Cannons and a steady career. The only blip in his otherwise perfect life was his headstrong daughter, who was, though he would never admit it, his favourite child. Because even though Rose had passed her eight NEWTs with all Os, she insisted on being a model. His weekly lunches with her were both a joy and an absolute horror.

He nervously played with the saltshaker, desperately hoping Rose wasn't going to come in with several paparazzi on her trail. Fortunately for him the Wizarding World had been rocked by the scandalous antics of Draco Malfoy's son Scorpius and therefore had no time to follow Rose around. At least for now, Rose was last week's news.

"Hello Daddy," she said kissing his cheek. "How was your week?"

"Uneventful," he replied, smiling. "That's good, I like it better that way."

Rose dragged her hand through her mane of red hair, pulling it into a ponytail. "I've got a new job," she said, smiling. "I'm now the official spokesperson for Sleakeasys"

"What is that a disease?" her father snorted. "When are you going to get a real job Rosie?"

"This is a real job Dad," she said getting instantly defensive. "Just because it doesn't quite fit with the ordinary family tradition of getting a job as an auror/banker/lawyer/Quidditch player."

Ron privately thought that these were the only four jobs that were worth having but he knew he had better not antagonize her too much.

"Sweetheart you know you can be anything you want to be," he said, his voice layered with concern. "I just don't know what the shelf-life with this sort of job is."

"Like there's a shelf-life for a Quidditch player," Rose snorted.

"I just want to see you settled down," her father said. "Meet someone nice, get a job that doesn't have you showing off your stomach. Is that really too much to ask."

"Is this about the article?" Rose asked frowning. "Because you know-"

"It's not about the article," he dad said. "This is about you."

"I can handle myself," Rose said, getting crosser by the second. "And I know this is about the article. I didn't even think you read that rag."

"It's not about the article!" Ron said loudly, attracting strange looks from the other tables. "It's not about the article."

"Has mum read it?" Rose asked. She hid her worry well, sounding more disinterested than terrified. Hermione Granger expected excellence form everyone, especially members of her family and Rose hated how much she secretly wanted her mothers approval.

"No she hasn't," her dad said. "But I can't keep covering for you Rosie. You have to figure your life out."

And that was when the paparazzi poured into the restaurant.

Scorpius Malfoy didn't want to leave his house. It wasn't the herds of reporters that particularly bothered him; it was the fact that he had lunch with his mother on his schedule and he was not looking forward to that. Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass was a tiny, incredibly determined woman who did not take crap from anybody, especially not her husband or her son. He knew he had better have all his excuses laid out. Not that she'd believe them but it was better than having her scream at him for hours on end without at least something to say for himself.

He made a break for it at around 12:30 pushing through the ravening hordes of reporters, and making his way to his car. His ban on apparation couldn't end fast enough. His dearly departed grandfather would be most displeased that he was travelling like a muggle but he honestly didn't care. He liked cars. There was a sort of power that brooms didn't have. The gentle purr of the engine never failed to make him feel a little more in control of his life. Unfortunately people could follow you around when you drove a car, something that wasn't possible with apparation.

He arrived at the restaurant and a couple of the fourth estate attempted to follow him in. He was actually quite impressed by the ability of the restaurant staff to keep most of them out.

"Mr. Malfoy do you have anything to say to-"

"No comment," he said roughly and pushed him out of the way. The pesky reporter was escorted out by the staff, cursing as he went.

"Mother," Scorpius said formally kissing her on the cheek.

"Hello Scorpius," she said, her tone steely.

He sighed. It was going to be a long lunch. As his mother started on her monologue he noticed a flash of red hair out of the corner of his eye. He looked past his mother and he saw a very familiar girl having what looked like a rather intense conversation with her father. He grinned to himself prompting another tirade from his mother. At least he wasn't the only one in trouble.

Her father left quickly after they finished their food. She sighed and thoughtfully pushed lock of her unruly hair out of her face.

"Hello stranger," someone said from behind her.

"Malfoy," she said. The sides of her mouth curved into a smile that was both fascinating and slightly frightening.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" he said, sitting down in the chair her father had recently vacated.

"Too long," she agreed.

"I read the Prophet article," he said. His voice had his ordinary, slightly mocking edge to it.

"Which one?" she asked sweetly.

"The last one," he said. "The one that undoubtedly caused the heated discussion between you and your father."

"Ah so you're an eavesdropper as well as an alcoholic cheat," she said, her smile widening.

"And you're as much of a bitch as ever," he said smoothly. "Ah how I have missed you."

"I'm sure you have," she said. "I'm very difficult to replace. Though I'm sure you tried."

"Well you're definitely unique," Scorpius agreed.

"So are the pureblood mothers of the world rejoicing now that Scorpius Malfoy is back on the marriage market?" she asked sardonically.

"Well at least for a while I'm damaged goods," he said. "No one wants their daughter attached to… ah… how did you so kindly put it? An alcoholic cheat."

"Well give them time," she said. "I'm sure they'll come around."

"Has your family disowned you?" she asked.

"Not yet," he said. "Though they're seriously thinking about it."

"Well it was only a question of time," she said. "Scorpius Malfoy, going to get married. I nearly fell off my bed in shock when I read that in the papers."

"Are you sure it was your bed?" he said cuttingly. "The Rose I knew and loved rarely woke up in her own bed."

"Oh don't exaggerate," she said. "You were only upset because you couldn't get me into your bed."

"I never wanted you in my bed," he said, smirking.

"Of course," Rose said, her suddenly sugary sweet. "It was always the other redhead in my family that you wanted."

"You have to be more specific love," he said. "Your family's full of gingers."

"Oh you know the one I'm talking about," she said. "Her father's the savior of the Wizarding World, her mother played chaser for the Harpies."

"That was six years ago," he said lightly. "It's a distant memory."

"Really?" Rose said, disbelievingly. "I find that hard to believe. Are you sure your little public faux pas wasn't the direct result of our beloved Lilykins getting all set to tie the knot?"

"Oh how well you know me," he said flippantly.

"Are you going to Drexel's tonight?" Rose asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"Thinking about it," Scorpius said, utterly unphased.

"I think I have a proposition for you," she said suggestively.

"Is it one I'm likely to be interested in?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. She looked at him, her eyes full of promise.

He felt his pulse quickening as she smiled her slightly evil, yet incredibly alluring smile. It was a smile full of secrets that were just begging to be uncovered. Everyone always described Rose in the same way. Incredibly attractive but way too much effort. He'd have to agree with them there.

"I guess I am interested," he said, keeping his tone level.

"I know," she said. "You can pick me up at eight." She picked up her purse and walked away before he could say anything.

a/n: So I'm trying a new story. I've never written a Scorose story before so lets see how it works out :P And please tell me what you thinkk :)