It Started With a Dare

It Started With a Comment

 "Smuggling a love potion in her drink isn't really consider drugging, Weasley." He smirked.

 "Considering that potions are often used to affect our bodies and such, medicinal or recreational." She said in a matter of factly, "It's basically a drug." He rolled his eyes, "I hope you're not really considering to use love potion on her!" Her eyes widening. 

Malfoy feigned hurt, "You think that I would stoop to such low measures just to get a girl, Weasley?" 

 "Well-" 

But he stopped her, "Don't even finish that sentence," He said seriously. "I'm not desperate enough like some of the blokes around here to lovedrug a girl. It's barbaric." At that moment, Rose felt a bit of admiration for the boy in front of her. "Why use a love potion when it only takes a few moments for a girl to look at me and melt," He winked.

Annnddd it's gone. 

Rose scoffed at his arrogance, "Full of it, aren't you?" 

 He rolled his eyes, "Do you honestly think I'd resort to a stupid love potion? Come on, Weasley. I'm not desperate. I mean, look at me." Scorpius' gestured to himself in a rather smug tone. Smirking over at the red-head, he said, "But maybe you could buy yourself a bottle. Get yourself a bloke for once. With the state of your hair, you'll need all the help you can get." And with that, he tossed the bottle over to his fellow red-head who carried a look of disbelief on her face, and strode to another isle of the store. 

 With her face turning red, completely fuming, Rose Weasley shrieked in anger. "Aargh!" Threw the bottle of amortentia back to where it belonged and stomped out of the joke shop. Not even turning back to see if Malfoy was following or not. 

The audacity of that- that- JERK! Well there's no way in hell that he's going to be getting my help! She screamed in her mind. 

Most of her was angry at Malfoy's taunting and teasing. But another part of her was hurt inside. She wasn't ugly! Sure her hair was unruly and an embarrassing shade of red. Sure her skin was inexplicably freckled. But all of it had its moments of charm. Sure she sometimes wore glasses as well, but it wasn't all the time! 

She didn't think it looked bad. It was practical.Boys had liked her before, as well. There were a handful of boys that had taken fancy to her in the past. She didn't know about now, but it's happened before. 

 Rose fought the tears that threatened to build up. But she wouldn't dare let them fall. She knew that if she did, she knew that Malfoy had won.

Whether he saw it or not, she couldn't give Scorpius Malfoy the satisfaction of letting his words get to her. She couldn't let that vile moron any credit to his name. And just when she had almost deemed him decent company, he goes out and opens his big fat gob and insults her. 

She should be use to his words by now, shouldn't she? After all it's always been like this for years. They've always argued. 

Yeah, She told herself. But then again he never really did throw out that she wasn't appealing to any boy.But he did. Another part of her told her. Second year, Valentine's Day.Rose had remembered that day. But then again, she was only twelve. She barely cared about what boys thought of her. But now that she was way past that age, she couldn't help but feel that pang of hurt in her heart. As much as she hated to admit it, Scorpius was considered a very good looking bloke to all girls, and even to some who swung the other way. 

Although he knew it, which was quite disappointing really, didn't his opinion matter then? A good looking bloke at the same standard as other boys makes an opinion about Rose. So is that the same for other blokes at his standing as well? Like other fellow good looking blokes like Fabian Peters, or Ian Harding?