I do not own any part of Rowling's Harry Potter Wizarding World. I just enjoy writing within it.
Chapter 1 First Year
"Slytherin!" shouted the Sorting Hat. A roar of applause erupted from the Slytherin table as a young Scorpius Malfoy walked confidently to his house. Rose applauded weakly from her seat and watched the boy whom her father had championed her to outperform. She found it so odd he would single out a boy with whom he had never met and concluded she would never understand the illogical complexities of her father. Scorpius sat, smirking within his group as fellow housemates patted his back and congratulated him. Had she been a few years older, Rose might have found the smirk attractive in a bad boy sort of way. She equally might have not; after all her mother was attracted to the good boy. Either way the speculation was arbitrary as the present eleven-year-old was too busy subjectively analyzing the victim of her father's objections. He had, after all, warned her not to get "too friendly," and she wanted to ascertain why.
Her scrutiny was interrupted only twice. The first was when Albus Potter was sorted into Gryffindor. The transparent relief on his face did not diminish until he was patted on the back by his housemates, James included.
The second interruption was when she was summoned to sit beneath the Sorting Hat.
Hmm…yes…I see that you are more Granger than Weasley…much, much more. You would be sated in Ravenclaw amongst those that share your passion in the attainment of knowledge…No? But what is this? Your curiosity about a member of Slytherin would be easily accomplished if you were one of them…Ha ha! Quite right, you are more than what you want to know about a boy, although your cunning mind would shine in that house. Ah! You wish to follow your parents like all the progeny before you. Gryffindor would suit the daughter of the two of the Golden Trio.
"Gryffindor!" yelled the hat, triumphantly. Rose stepped down and greeted the applause with aplomb. As she sat and gathered her new identity, her blue eyes locked with a pair of steely grey ones. His stoic form starkly contrasted to the movement of all in the Great Hall. The image heightened her curiosity.
The analytical brow was enough for any observer to resolve to equate the mind and personality of Rose Weasley to her mother, Hermione Weasley, nee Granger. And because the Hogwarts professors were all acquaintances or friends of her mother, Rose would be subject to their prejudgement. She didn't mind, however, as she and her mother, although differing in hair and eye color, sprung from the same archetypal mold. Rose prided herself on her resemblance to her mother's absorbent, curious nature and her ability to sift away excessiveness to expose facts. She would apply these characteristics now, to unearth why she was to beat and avoid Malfoy. Thus, Ron Weasley's attempt to build a negative image of the young Slytherin had done nothing but make him Rose's subject of study. Her father should have known better.