Here is the second chapter of Scorpius's ultimate challenge. At the bottom of the page I wrote down what year all the characters are in, just in case anyone was confused or wanted to know.

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For the rest of dinner I sat at the Ravenclaw table, staring at Rose Weasley. She was sitting with all of her cousins at the Gryffindor table. Roxanne Weasley and Albus Potter were sitting on each side of Rose, arguing with each other, made obvious with their angry faces and dulcet tones. James Potter, Louis, and Fred Weasley sat across from her; their heads huddled together over what looked like a newspaper. Lily Potter and Hugo Weasley were sitting next to Albus, both eating and talking animatedly to each other. Molly Weasley was sitting next to Roxanne, reading a book of some kind, and little Lucy Weasley was sitting next to James, playing with her food.

Rose sat in her seat, chin resting on her hand, her eyes looking up towards the ceiling. She didn't even flinch when Roxanne or Albus would yell loudly in her ear while they argued across her. For the first time in my life, I wondered what Rose was thinking about. How could she sit amongst all that Weasley chaos with such a serene, calm look? Was she deaf?

As I continued to stare at Rose, dinner ended. As her cousin's milled around her, getting ready to leave, Rose took her eyes off the ceiling. She looked straight at me. I quickly averted my eyes, momentarily embarrassed for being caught. But then I remembered the challenge and looked at her again. She was still looking at me, a look of confusion on her face. I gave her a mild form of my killer smile, and congratulated myself as I saw a blush form on her cheeks.

Let the games begin, I thought to myself as I looked at her one more time before exiting the Great Hall.

*

As I prepared myself for bed that night, I decided the next day I would initiate contact with Rose. Her blush from dinner had given me hope that she wasn't a hopeless case. She could be won over, maybe easily. I was sure no one ever really tried. I mean, she wasn't much to write home about.

With Quidditch World Final tickets on the line, I knew my plan needed to be calculated and well thought out. I couldn't treat this as lightly as I would if it were any other girl in this school. Girls lusted after me, but none knew me so well as to actually fall in love with me. I needed to make Rose fall in love, not just lust. I knew in order to do this I would have to actually get to know her and vice versa. Which could prove to be difficult, seeing as we did not run in the same social circles or have many classes together. I would need an "in."

Just as I came to that realization Wesley Rosenthal walked into our dormitory. Wesley was a very shy bloke who tutored Roxanne Weasley. It is common knowledge, to everyone but Wesley, that Roxanne is enamored with him. (It was one of Hogwart's greatest mysteries, how such an exotic looking, fun, popular girl could fall for such a spaz.) It is also common knowledge that Roxanne and Rose are cousins. I was pretty sure I had just found my "in."

"Wesley," I said, as I sat on the edge of my bed.

"Um, wha--? Oh, hullo, um, Scorpius," he replied, ever so eloquently. "Can I h-help you with anything?"

"Well, Wesley," I said, with what I hoped was a friendly smile, "I am pretty sure you can."

Wesley stood by his bed, awkwardly, waiting for me to continue. "Um…how?"

"You know Rose Weasley, right?"

"Um, well I tu-tutor her cousin," he said, blushing.

"Right, Roxanne," I said, nodding. "What a lucky guy you are."

"Well, I-I suppose. She is actually sm-smart. Just not motivated," he said as he ran a hand through his hair. "She doesn't even need a tutor. Just a homework schedule to stick to."

"Well, it is obvious why she still has you tutor her," I said, laughing.

"Umm…" Wesley looked at me with confusion. He took off his glasses and started to clean them on the hem of his shirt. "I g-guess because it is easier to get her work d-done with some help."

I laughed kindly at him. What a clueless lad. "I'm sure that is part of it, but I was referring to how she is in love with you."

Wesley blanched and looked at me with frightened eyes. He shook his head. "No. Rox-Roxie wouldn't ever like me like that. I mean…" and he erupted into a coughing fit. "She is popular. And…and…"

"Fit?" I asked. "Sexy? Gorgeous?"

"Be-beautiful," he replied.

"Like I said, lucky guy," I smirked as I slipped under the covers. "You should take more notice of the signs she gives you. She is really into you. Everyone knows it."

There was a silent pause as Wesley digested the kernel of knowledge I had just bestowed upon him.

"If you want," I said, breaking the silence. "I could help you ask Roxanne on a date."

Wesley coughed again. After a few years knowing and living with Wesley, we all recognized his cough as a nervous tick. "I mean…I don't…"

"Or not, if you don't like her like that," I suggested.

I looked at Wesley and saw a bright blush cover his face.

"Want my help?" I asked, confidently.

Wesley looked at the floor for a moment before he nodded "yes."

"Excellent, but in order for that to happen, I need your help."

"Umm…"

*

The next morning I walked down to breakfast with Wesley. My plan was to hang out with Wesley any chance I had in hopes that Roxanne would try to hang out with him, and bring Rose along. Wesley promised that if he managed to snag a date with Roxanne he would invite me along and tell her to invite Rose. Double date. It was a fool-proof-plan because Roxanne would never say no to a date with Wesley. There was no chance my plan wouldn't work.

"Okay," I said. "If Roxanne comes up to you this morning, ask her out. Just flat out ask her out. And don't stutter like you would normally do. Have confidence. You know she likes you."

"Um," started Wesley, but he tripped down the stairs. Luckily, I caught him by the arm before he could face plant on the landing. "Th-thanks. What I was saying was, I d-don't actually know for s-sure that she likes me. All I have is your w-word and I d-don't even really kn-know you." Wesley blushed as he looked at the floor. I was pretty sure he thought he insulted me.

"My word isn't proof enough for you?" I asked. "Fine."

We walked down the corridor in silence until we crossed paths with Felix Butters, a fifth year Gryffindor, who played Quidditch with Roxanne.

"Hey, Butters," I said, waving him down.

"Oh, hey Malfoy," said Butters, walking over to us. "You need something?"

"Yeah," I said. "You know Roxanne Weasley, right?"

"Of course," said Butters, nodding. "I just came from practice with her."

"She likes Wesley, here," I said, clapping Wesley on the shoulder. "Doesn't she?"

Butters looked at Wesley with surprise. "You're Wesley? Wesley Rosenthal?"

Wesley nodded.

Butters broke out laughing. "Mate. Congrats! You snagged the fittest girl in school."

"So, she does like him," I restated, elbowing Wesley.

"Like? That is not strong enough word for it. She is obsessed; talks about him all the time," Butters laughed. "Just now, in the changing rooms, she was saying how she wanted to push you into a broom closet and suck your face off." Butters clapped Wesley on the back. "Lucky man, lucky man."

"See, Wesley," I said. "There's your proof. She does like you. Now you have to ask her out."

"Blimey, you haven't asked her out yet?" asked Butters, clearly surprised. "What are you waiting for?"

Wesley face had turned a tomato red when Butters mentioned the sucking of face and now he had turned crimson. "Um," started Wesley, but he dissolved into a coughing fit.

"Oi, here she comes. Good luck, mate," encouraged Butters as he walked on into the Great Hall.

I straightened up and saw that Roxanne, Molly, and Albus were walking towards the pair of us. Roxanne and Albus were still in their Quidditch uniforms and were once again arguing. Molly, once again, had her nose in a book. I tapped Wesley on the back to alert him to Roxanne's presence.

Roxanne saw Wesley and the most beatific smile broke out on her face. Unfortunately, the smile faded quickly as Wesley took one look at Roxanne, whimpered, and ran into the Great Hall. I stood gaping after Wesley as the three cousins approached me.

"Malfoy," said Albus, in his authoritative manner.

"Al," I said. "How goes it?"

"Just came back from an excellent practice. Ravenclaw better be prepared," he said, with a slight smile on his face.

"Oh, we will be," I said, in my most confident manner. Truth be told, I was a little worried for my team during the upcoming season. A slew of seventh years graduated the year before and we were left with only three remaining starters. Our team captain, Douglass, assembled a good team, but at the same time, a fresh, young team. We would have to practice long and hard to become the team Ravenclaw was last year.

"Scorpius," said Roxanne.

I turned and looked down into Roxanne's vibrant blue peepers and almost ran inside and killed Wesley. If the cold shoulder she had just been issued could make her look so downtrodden and sad, I don't know what she would look like if Wesley never asked her out.

"Where did Wesley go? I could have sworn he saw me. Why did he run into the Great Hall?"

"Oh, yes," I said, trying to think of a quick answer. "He…he had another one of his coughing fits and desperately needed a glass of water."

"Oh," she replied, nodding her head. She soon brightened. "I better go see if he is okay!" And she started walking very fast into the Great Hall. But before she walked through the doors she turned to her cousins.

"Molly, can you tell Rose I might be sitting at the Ravenclaw table this morning? I have to borrow her Charms notes from last year…can you tell her to bring them over to me?"

"No problem," replied Molly, in her high, nasally voice. "But remember what Rose said. Be calm and patient with Wesley. Or you could kill him with your enthusiasm."

I tried to hold back a chuckle as followed Roxanne to where Wesley was sitting. Luckily, my excuse for Wesley's hasty departure worked. When we arrived Wesley was in the middle of downing a large glass of water.

"Oh, Wesley!" exclaimed Roxanne, as she took a seat next to her heart's desire. "I heard you had a coughing fit just a few minutes ago. Are you okay?"

Wesley had spewed out the last remaining gulp of his water as Roxanne had taken her seat. "Um, I'm f-f-f-f-fine," he stuttered, wiping his chin with his napkin.

"You should really visit the Hospital Wing for your cough, Wesley," Roxanne said, her voice very concerned and soothing. "I could go with you, if you like. We could go after breakfast. Hugo and Lily left a Pygmy Puff in one of the broom closets. Seeing as the broom closet is just on the way to the Hospital Wing…?"

Wesley was vehemently shaking his head "no." He had started the minute he heard "broom closet."

"Oh," said Roxanne, the look of sadness and vulnerability masking her features once more.

I was just about to elbow Wesley in the ribs when Rose Weasley hurried over to us.

"Roxanne, here are the notes you asked for. Sorry I didn't get them to you before your practice. I overslept. And then I couldn't find my Fifth Year Notes trunk. Well, imagine my surprise when Hugo had them in his dormitory! I mean…." Rose took a moment to take a deep breath and collect herself. Once she was finished she looked at Roxanne. "What I meant to say was 'Good morning, Roxanne. Here are the notes you asked for.'"

From the angle I was sitting at, Rose actually looked cute that morning. Her wavy, auburn hair wasn't pulled into the tight bun she usually sported. Today, it was pulled into a loose plait. It was actually very becoming. She looked…soft. Not so "scholarly."

This was my moment. I fastened my irresistible smile on my face. "Hello, Rose," I said, with as velvety smooth a voice as I could muster.

Rose glanced at me as though she hadn't noticed I was sitting with her cousin. "Oh, hello, Scorpius."

I was about to ask her how her morning was going when a little first or second year ran past Rose. Rose, being the perfect Prefect, hustled after the young tyke without another glance my way.

"Oi! Little boy! Little boy running! Stop! Yes, you. There is no running in the Great Hall. What house are you? …"

Irresistible. Ha! My thunder was just stolen by a hungry Hufflepuff.

I turned my attention to Wesley and Roxanne and noticed Wesley had a sort of green pallor. He caught my eye and gave me the most comically frightened look I have ever seen. I suppressed my laughter and gave him the most encouraging smile I could. I tried to send brain waves to his, letting him know how to handle the situation. C'mon, mate. You can do it! Ask her out! Let me go on a double date with you! Quidditch World Finals!

Wesley took a very deep breath and turned towards Roxanne. "Roxie," he said, very quietly.

Roxanne leaned close into him to hear. "Yes, Wesley?" she asked, hopeful.

"Do you…would you like to accompany me to the next Hogsmeade trip?" he whispered. If whispering was the only eloquent way for Wesley to ask her out then so be it. At least he didn't stutter. Although, I am not sure Roxanne would have minded.

"AAIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"

Wesley jumped back in surprise as Roxanne burst with joy.

"Of course! Of course I will!" she said, throwing her arms around Wesley's neck. "You don't know how long I've waited for you to ask me," she purred.

"Uhh…" Wesley was wide eyed as Roxanne gazed upon him. Sexily gazed upon him, I might add. Wesley was so startled by everything that had just happened to him he remained wide-eyed as Roxanne leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

"I have to go study Rose's notes now," said Roxanne, still in her sexy, purring tone. "Meet me at the Room of Requirements before lunch today." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and not so subtly whispered a inviting "See you later" before running over to the Gryffindor table.

I sat there for a moment, basking in my good fortune. "Phew," I said, breaking the silence as Wesley hadn't moved or said anything since Roxanne's departure. "That went well, don't you think?"

"Merlin's balls," muttered Wesley, as he was broken out of his trance

"Buck up, good man," I said, heartily. "We have dates for Hogsmeade!"

*

I was a picture of pure bliss as I strolled to my first class that morning. Nothing could bring me down, not even Peeves dumping a bucket of ice-cold water down my back. The harshness of the cold stonewalls could not quell my sunny demeanor, nor the pungent smell of Dung Bombs in the seventh floor corridor. As I took my seat in Transfiguration, next to Parker Statham, I was whistling. It didn't bother me in the slightest that Stratham obviously hadn't showered that morning and smelled faintly of garlic and onions. It didn't bother me at all.

I was going to go to Hogsmeade with Rose. I was going to make her fall in love with me. I was going to get my hands on that Quidditch World Finals ticket.

Nothing could go wrong. Right?

Ravenclaw- Scorpius and Wesley: 6th. Newland: 7th.

Gryffindor- Lucy: 3rd. Hugo and Lily: 4th. Roxanne: 5th. Rose, Albus, and Molly: 6th. James, Louis, and Fred: 7th.

There are a lot of other characters...I'll let you know more about them when they pop up in the story. :)