A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic! This is in Rose Weasley's perspective. There are going to be OC's, but you'll learn about them later. This is a RosexScorpius fanfic. Enjoy!

The whistle blew on the Hogwarts express. Platform 9 ¾ was crowded with kids and parents, giving each other tearful goodbyes. It was my third year at Hogwarts, and as I looked around, I didn't see anyone I knew. This would be interesting.

"Bye, mum." I smiled as she kissed me on the cheek. I saw a tiny tear in her eye as she released me, holding my shoulders. "Oh, mum, don't."

"I'm sorry. Have a great year, love. I know you'll do perfectly." She choked out. I rolled my eyes. She was so dramatic sometimes.

"Mum, I'm thirteen. I'm not getting married or anything." I shook my head. I turned to dad. "She really is quite sad, isn't she?" Dad laughed and wrapped me in a hug.

"Be good." Dad said. "Try not to die."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement, dad." I smiled, rolling my eyes.

"Get going, then. The train'll go without you." Dad warned. I gave them each one last kiss, and climbed on board.

I looked for someone friendly looking. Just as I was about to give up and sit with James, I saw a familiar wavy, blonde head of hair walking into the last compartment in the row, right beside the boys' toilets. I ran after her, a smile creeping across my face.

Her name was Lucinda Creevey. She was my best friend. She had wavy blonde hair and shiny blue eyes. She was the only person I knew when I was a first year, other than the Potter's. Mum and dad knew her dad from Hogwarts when they went, and kept in touch. He was apparently quite the fan of uncle Harry when he was my age.

"Lucy!" I screamed, jumping on her back. She screamed bloody murder, and I burst into hysterical laughter.

"Rose? You scared me!" She laughed along with me, smacking my arm. I slid the compartment door open and we stepped inside, being greeted by the rest of the girls sitting there. I didn't know either of them, as they were both Ravenclaw. I took a seat next to a brown haired girl.

"I'm Carly Finnigan." She said in a slight Scottish accent. I smiled and shook her hand.

Carly had dark brown hair and green eyes. I envied her hair. It was a beautiful brown colour, like my mum's. I wish I had my mum's hair, not dad's. It's kind of a Weasley thing, the red hair. She had freckles all across her nose and cheeks. She was bloody small, too, only four feet five.

"Rose Weasley." I said, smiling at her.

"My name's Ella. Ella Thomas." The dark skinned girl stuck out her hand. I shook it.

Ella had black hair that fell down to her waist in thick, tight curls. She had coffee coloured skin, and chocolate brown eyes. She was tall and thin, and looked much older than eleven. Thirteen, maybe. A long and awkward silence hovered in the air.

"I've got to use the loo. Come with me, Rose?" Lucy interjected, getting to her feet. I followed after her down the long corridor. "I'll be done in a mo."

I wondered up and down the corridor, looking aimlessly into the compartments. I walked past a group of Slytherin boys, peering into their cabin. A blonde boy looked right into my eyes. Normally, I would've blushed and looked away, but I just stared right back. It was an odd feeling, and it lasted a few seconds. It felt as if time had stood still. One of the boys he was sitting with said something to him, and he looked away. I kept staring at him, even though he was facing someone else.

"Rosie? Alright?" Lucy asked from behind me, catching me off guard. I jumped, and she gave me an odd look.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." I mumbled, only half listening. She sighed and grabbed my wrist, dragging me down the hall. I extended my neck to look at the boy for as long as I could.

"Want to tell me what the bloody hell that was all about?" Lucy asked, pulling me aside. She looked confused and amused at the same time.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I shrugged, hoping she'd leave me alone.

"Oh, don't give me that. You know right well what I'm talking about. What boy where you looking at?" Lucy whispered, grinning excitedly.

"Piss off." I shook my head. I smiled at her to let her know I was only joking.

"Alright, let me know when you want to tell me the truth." She smirked and nudged me. I just went along with it to shut her up. Honestly, friends are so nosy!

We went silently back to the compartment. Ella and Carly had managed to both fall asleep in the two minutes we were gone. I sat down on the opposite bench, as to not wake them.

"So, are you ready to tell me who you're so interested in?" Lucy asked, shoving me lightly.

"Bloody hell, Luce! I don't even know him!" I groaned, leaning against the seat. Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"Which one? I'd probably know who it was." She coaxed. There was no escaping a curious Lucinda Creevey. I suppose I had no choice but to argue until she shuts up.

"None of your concern." I crossed my arms and looked away. She grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Rosie…" She said in a threatening tone.

"No."

"Don't make me use a truth charm on you."

"You wouldn't dare."

Oh, I would."

"Lucy-"

"Tell me!"

"Shove off, Luce!" She cocked her perfect eyebrows. She knew she'd won.

"The blonde one." I sighed, giving up. She gasped.

"His name is Scorpius." She said as if that were the most important thing in the world. I shrugged.

"And…" I wheedled, not knowing why that was significant.

"Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy." She twisted her wrist in a circle, telling me to make the connection. My eyes widened as she said it.

"No! Honestly?" I gasped.

"Honestly. So not only is he a Slytherin, but he's a Malfoy. You know your dad would murder you if you two started anything…" She gasped and beamed widely as something crossed her mind. "You're a regular Romeo and Juliet!" She squealed with delight. I smacked her upside the head.

"You git! I don't even know him! We are not Romeo and Juliet!" I sort of screamed the last bit, and Ella and Carly woke up.

"Who's Romeo and Juliet?" Ella asked curiously.

"Rosie and Scorpius Malfoy!" Lucy said excitedly. I sighed loudly and flopped down on the seat.

"Are you all mad? No! I don't even know Scorpius! I've never talked to him in my life! We are not Romeo and Juliet!" I shouted. Ella snorted a laugh and pointed out the door. Luce and Carly looked and the three of them burst out laughing. I turned to see what was so funny.

My face turned tomato red as I saw why they were laughing. Scorpius was standing right outside the door. He was looking at me like I had gone mad. He heard every word I had just said. I plastered on a fake smile and waved at him. He rolled his eyes and looked away. This was going to be a long year.

A/N: I hope this didn't sound too Canadian/American. I've only been to England once, guys! Don't judge my ghetto Canadian slang! I hope this wasn't as bad as I think it was! R&R!