I wrote this a while ago, but I'm not really sure I like it. Well, that is to say, I like the first few chapters, but then it kinda turns
Rose knew Albus was doing everything he could to involve her in what he and his friends did, but it was no use. The two were best friends, but he had lived with Brian and Richard for four years now. She tried to laugh at their jokes, but they were all inside jokes and she had no idea what they meant.
"I'm gonna go patrol the halls some more." She said finally. It was a weak excuse to get away, but if she sat there another minute, she was going to burst.
Albus looked at her with concern, "Do you want me to go with you?" The two were both made prefects that year, and they had already done a sweep of the train that day.
"No, it's fine." And she slid out the door.
She couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts, where she would be too busy to think about friends, or lack there of. Between Prefect duties, Quidditch practice (if she made the team again, she wasn't the best keeper ever) and studying for the O.W.L.s, she would have little time for friends anyway.
She past by where her Lily and Hugo were laughing with a group of other 3rd years. They were whispering mischievously, but she couldn't interfere just because of that so she kept walking.
About then, she saw someone she wished desperately she hadn't. She tried to turn around quickly, but it was too late.
"Hey Weasley!" Sylvia Baker, a Ravenclaw girl, hated Rose with all her being, and the feelings were certainly mutual. They often fought over a number of issues. Rose knew she was smarter than Sylvia, but proving it was difficult. Sylvia's hand was much quicker in class.
Slowly, Rose turned around to face her. "Hello, Baker."
"Saw you in the Prefect meeting. I was wondering, did you get the badge for being the most stuck-up witch in all of Gryffindor, or did your family connections get you on the inside again?"
"Baker, don't you have kittens to be drowning or something?"
Baker smiled and Rose knew she had only started. "Where are your little cousins? They decide you weren't worth being friends with either?"
"Go away, Baker." Rose stalked off trying to get anywhere but there.
"At least I have friends, Weasley!" Baker shouted at her.
Rose shivered as she remembered when she first met Baker. She and Albus had sat next to her on the train to Hogwarts, and had even answered all her questions as best as they could. She was a muggleborn, and Rose was disgusted as she remembered just how nice she had been to Baker, and how Baker had returned her kindness with jealousy and ignorance.
Her mood did not improve over the course of the train ride. She saw the trolly coming and decided to get some cauldron cakes to cheer herself up. Unfortunately, as she approached, she saw Scorpius Malfoy also buying treats. He had also been made prefect, and Rose had to admit he deserved it. She had overheard all the things her parents and uncles and aunts said about his father, and realized he was much better. He was actually quiet most of the time, except in class where he would answer the questions Rose didn't.
Unfortunately, he still was very cold to any Gryffindor students, especially the Potter-Weasley cousins. It wasn't just old family rivalries, either. Her cousin James enjoyed playing tricks on him. Rose knew she had earned her prefect badge, but she sometimes wondered if Headmistress Sprout hadn't named her and Albus prefects partly to keep James under control.
Malfoy looked up as she approached. "Weasley." He grunted as he handed his money over to the witch and started to turn away.
"Hey, Malfoy!" Rose and Malfoy both turned around as James and his gang, which included their cousin, Dominique, approached. James had that grin he always gave when he was about to do something stupid.
"James," Rose interrupted before he could reach Malfoy, "Don't make me give you detention before we even reach the school."
"Oh, calm down, Rosie!" James said as his friends snickered at her admittedly empty threat. Detention did nothing to stop James. "I heard Malfoy here has been made Prefect! I wanted to see him try and punish me." Sure enough, he turned his gaze to Malfoy who quickly realized he was the only Slytherin around.
"Oh, leave off James. I will write your mother if you try anything this year." Her mother had told her this particular trick had helped her control Uncles Fred and George at school, and it might work on James.
James turned his gaze back to his cousin. "Fine. I'll leave off this time. But I'd watch my back if I were you, Malfoy." James turned around and walked back to his compartment. His friends were whispering things like 'buzzkill' to themselves.
Rose knew she would regret this when it came time for Quidditch tryouts. James was known for being a particularly hard Captain.
Malfoy had already left. She bought her cauldron cakes and went off to patrol more
What a horrible first day she thought.
Scorpius Malfoy hated to admit James Potter scared him. While Potter was always surrounded by friends, Malfoy only had a few Slytherins he hung out with. Why he volunteered to go and get them all snacks by himself, he never knew.
Potter was very good with a number of jinxes his mother had taught him, which Malfoy generally found himself on the other end from. Weasley had saved him that time, though he hated that thought too, but this year was going to be hard now that he was a prefect. Potter would probably double his attacks.
He had to admit, Weasley probably made a better prefect than him. He hadn't really done much patrolling, and he knew it would be impossible to do anything about Potter, but she certainly could. She was also (barely) smarter than him. He might answer just as many questions as her, but he was sure she could answer all of them if given the chance, while he honestly had no idea about the questions he didn't answer.
As he walked back to his compartment, he saw Jeffrey Goyle. It was actually hard to miss him, as the burly seventh year took up most of the hallway. Honestly, he had never really talked to him, as he wasn't really good with words, but Malfoy realized he had to now. Goyle had his wand pointed right at a couple of first years and it looked like it would turn ugly.
"Goyle!" he shouted down the hallway. Goyle hardly noticed. Malfoy walked up to them. "Goyle, what on earth are you doing?"
"This little freak poisoned me!" he said, or grunted rather.
"He was taking all our candy!" the little girl in front said. There was something familiar about her. "Not my fault he decided to eat the skiving snackboxes." Sure enough, a little bit of blood was coming down Goyle's nose, though it seemed he had stopped the flow.
"Skiving snackboxes are not allowed at Hogwarts. I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate them." He took the candy boxes from them, although he was sure he didn't get it all. He now recognized the girl as Roxanne Weasley. Although she was dark like her mother, her features looked similar to the other Weasley cousins.
"And Goyle, stop taking candy from first years." Once the first years walked back to their own compartment, he continued on.
Just as he was about to enter, he tripped. He knew at once it was a jinx. At first, he thought Goyle had come back, but the bought of laughter told him it was actually Potter back with his gang.
"No other prefects to help you now, Malfoy!" Potter said behind him. Malfoy got up, drawing his wand.
"I don't need other prefects to help me!" he said, a little more confidently than he felt.
Then, the compartment next to them opened up and David Nott walked out, his own wand drawn against Potter and his friends. Malfoy was immediately grateful. "Back off Potter, while you still can."
He wished Nott hadn't said that. Potter would only take that as a challenge, and sure enough, Potter smiled, and at the same time, Malfoy, Nott, Potter, and his girlfriend, Michelle Jordan and his friend Drake Canton all sent out curses, jinxes, and hexes at the same time.
Malfoy thought he might have hit Jordan with a bat-bogey hex, but suddenly his legs locked together and he fell down.
Potter and his friends stuffed Malfoy and Nott back into their compartment before walking away, laughing.
Malfoy had difficulty getting his wand, which had rolled away from him. Once he grasped it, though, he was able to remove his own jinx and Nott's.
"God, I hate that Potter!" Nott snarled.
"Me too." Malfoy said. From the way things looked, this year would go about the same as all the others. And that wasn't good.