So, I don't own Harry Potter. It's a fact that saddens me greatly, but the honor of owning it belongs to Queen Jo. Anyway, reviews are loved, flames are laughed at, and prompts/story requests are the greatest thing ever.

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"Rose, please tell me it isn't true."

"Tell you what isn't true? That's a very open ended question, Scorpius."

"Please tell me you aren't dating Johnny Mclaggen!"

For the first time since the start of the conversation, Rose looked up from her book. They were sitting in the library, attempting to study as most best friends do, when Scorpius started talking.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh for Merlin's sake, Rose! Just answer the question!"

Madam Pince,(A/N Am I the only one who thinks she'll never die?) decided to shush them at that moment and they both muttered apologies and talked quieter.

"Are you?"

"Technically, I'm not his girlfriend."

"Technically? What do you mean technically?"

"I only agreed to go to Hogsmeade this weekend with him."

"Bloody hell, Rose! You've hated him for longer than I can remember and now you're dating him?"

"Technically, I'm only going on one date with him."

"Yes, but with a guy like Mclaggen it always leads to more."

"A bunch of guys were asking me and I just needed to say yes to someone and get them off my back."

"We always go to Hogsmeade together and go on a Zonko's spree though, so technically you were already going with someone."

"And you teased me for using technically?"

"Grr."

"Yeah, but we don't go in a dating sense, we just go as friends. The only way they would shut up is if we went as a couple, and that's obviously not going to happen."

"Really, why not?"

"Well, because – I mean to say- you don't- and I- and you're- *Deep breath* because we're friends. That's it. That's all. Totally platonic.

"Are you sure about that, Rosie?"

"First of all, don't call me Rosie. Second of all, when did your chair get so close to mine?"

"My chair is not platonic."

"Very funny, Scorpius. You've made your point."

"What point?"

"You know, that it's so ridiculous to think that we would ever date."

"Actually I was going to say, my chair is not platonic; and neither are my feelings for you, but I guess I should be going."

"Wait, what! Sorry, Madame Pince! Scorpius wait! You can't just say that to a girl and run off!"

"Why not? You obviously have strictly friend feelings for me, and I would rather just forget this ever happened. Now, if you'll excuse- Mmmph!"

"What was that?"

"That was a kiss."

"I know that, it was also a very good kiss, but I thought you didn't have those feelings for me."

"Did I ever say that?"

"Well, no but-"

"Exactly. You didn't give me time to say that I've been madly in love with you since first year when you told those Slytherins to stop making fun of my hair and then said my hair complimented my blush nicely."

"Oh. I've been in love with you since you told me that technically my hair complimented my pale skin, but totally clashed with my uniform."

"It still clashes with your uniform."

"And your hair clashes with everything except your blush."

"How did we get on this topic again?"

"I have no idea, but I know a much better occupation for our mouths."

"And what's tha-Mmmph!"

Indeed, it was a much better occupation.