Don't Get "Too" Friendly (Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley)

Give Me Your Heart, Lover Boy

By howlsatthemoon (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1575202/howlsatthemoon)

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5933408/1/

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

I seriously suggest putting She Will Be Loved on repeat while reading this. It came on when I put my iTouch on shuffle while reading this, and it did wonders for me.

For Kim, aka VintageConspiracy, because she's an awesome writer and deserves it wholly. (:

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"I know where you hide,
alone in your car;
know all of the things that make you who you are;
I know that goodbye means nothing at all,
comes back and makes me catch her every time she falls."
(Maroon 5.)

give me your heart, lover boy

Infuriating is the perfect way to describe that damned Scorpius Malfoy.

Arrogant, with his dirty blond hair and perfectly shiny gray eyes; his wiry tallness and his stupid pure blood. Damn him. Damn him to heck! I could live a long, happy life without that stupid boy, staring at me all day long, giving me those puppy dog eyes and pouting at me.

Now, you must be wondering how on Earth I could hate somebody who apparently loves me so bloody much. "Oh, Rose Weasley, that heartless girl," I hear them whisper in the halls, "She's so cruel to poor ole Scorpius, the bloke only asks for a single date." Of course, I, when I'm clearly the victim here, am put on the guillotine to take the blame. This could only happen to me, of all people, because obviously someone up in the heavens decided to stamp scapegoat on my bottom and ruin my life.

Well, I'm here to set the story straight, my dear readers. I am here to clear my track record, to explain to everyone that it's Malfoy who should be shunned forever. And so let me begin at the point in which my epic tale of disgrace and indignity started.

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first year

So, apparently, nobody in my family told me that I was a short little girl until I came to Hogwarts. There, I realize that I was practically a midget compared to the standards the other first years had come to.

"Albus? Albus, where are you?" I cry through the mist surrounding the crowded pathway. Somewhere in the distance I hear a gruff, gravelly voice calling for first years. "Wait, wait for me!" I shout, trying to push past the looming giants that bumped into me, nearly knocking me over.

I elbow something squishy and it shoves at me, hard. I fall onto my knees and tears fill my eyes. This isn't exactly how I planned my maiden voyage into Hogwarts, you see. "Oy, stupid little first year," a mean voice jeered at me, glaring down. The boy was humongous, like a seventh year, with a chubby face and muscles. "Watch it."

"I'm not stupid," I spit back at him indignantly, because I was pretty stupid back then, I admit, and a little cocky. "You're the stupid one." Something in the boy's eyes flashes as he inches towards me, leering at me, his huge hands balling into even bigger fists. I back away, swallowing dryly, closing my eyes and cursing under my breath, saying all the words James, my cousin, had taught me. "G—Go away," I say, my strong voice suddenly wavering and weak. It's barely heard through the booming noise of the crowds, suffocating me as the boy seems to get closer and closer. Farewell, cruel world, I say in my head. Hugo always said I was a drama queen. It wasn't all that great down here anyway.

Suddenly, the seventh year corners me against a big carriage meant for the bigger kids, and I take in a deep breath, convinced it was going to be my last. "You're gonna regret that smart mouth of yours, little kid," the boy says menacingly against my ear.