A Note-I wanted to do this for a long time now. By the way it's a slow romance. If it's not your cup of tea, read it anyway. And this is mainly Scorpius on his own here. The next chapter will have more of Rose. And Rose may be a bit irritating, because I've based her ticks upon most of my own. I don't own much. Ps-those who don't know Cassia, she's an OC I created. If you want to know more about her and Albus (since this fic is mainly scorrose) check out my fic A two-sentence-story. I must apologise for Scorpius's slightly suggestive thoughts. Again don't have much money to own anything except Cassia.

Scor,

I'm really sorry I can't come over this summer, someone's taken ill. How's your summer been? Let me guess, you got prefect. If not, I would be pleased to inform you that I made captain of the Quidditch team. Cassia is here too, and tells me to write her hello. Apparently, Rose invited her over and now she's taken to camping in my room. Bloody bitch. Oh great, now she's read this and is trying to aim James' smelly socks at me.

Rose is annoying the hell out of me. I wish that you were here Scor. No seriously, we would get to breathe. She's been using Fred's wand to charm all the quills and pen to obey her comman

Albus is a prick!

Stop writing in my letter Rose, go write your own letter.

Hi Scorpion!

Rose I'm warning you

Alby sends his love,

What? No!

And hugs,

I'd rather die you know that!

And sugary kisses

You know me better than that Scor!

Hey Scorpius!

Not you too Cassia!

What? Just trying to save myself some parchment here

Yeah Al you could take a leaf out of her book

Sorry about that, now can I end my letter?

You may,

NOT

Rose!

Let him finish Rose, he's a prick

Alright mother, buh-bye Scorpion!

PS-James and Dominique made Head boy and Head girl, if you made prefect, James has a long speech prepared which he would give in Dom'd let him speak.

Albus

(And Cas, if you are really keen to know)

I put the letter down, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Rose Weasley was different. Now that being said, one could see that she wasn't the same as the rest. If you were looking for descriptions of her nonexistent beauty, I would ask you to keep on dreaming.

And if she's become a fucking veela over the summer holidays, my apologies to the world.

I have known her since the day I stepped into the Hogwarts express. Well, technically it was Albus Potter and Cassia Shorett whom I met before her along with a bombardment of Weasleys. Who else could buy the contents entire sweet trolley, finish them in half an hour and then be hungry for more?

You surely do know Albus 'Al I'm-so-cool' Potter? Son of the Chosen one? If not, you must be new to our world. For a brief description, I would just say- a mass of black hair, wicked on a broom, green eyes and maybe the first Potter in Slytherin.

Pompous bastard if you ever met one. And he knows it.

"You don't care but I do!"

"It's a house not a way of life!"

Cassia 'Cas' Shorett on the other hand, practically demands for an introduction, for she isn't the one to beg- if you know what I mean.

Whilst adored by most of the male population at Hogwarts, I can't see the appeal. Maybe petite, dark eyed brunettes aren't my thing. Well she could talk for the entire universe, her and Al. What I mean is that she knows her way around words. Gets us out of trouble.

How could I forget Alice? Alice Longbottom is the clumsiest person I've ever met. You hear that crash? I bet that she's coming down the way. I have to admit, she is a something to look at though, with her sunny blonde hair and blue eyes and a terrific bod-I meant face.

Being the Hufflepuff daughter of the Head of Gryffindor, it's kinda obvious that she is a brat, a spoilt one at that.

And saving the best (or the worst if you may) for the very end, I would like a drum roll for Rose Weasley.

The only person who has managed to infuriate Professor Longbottom thrice in a row, I mean that man is always smiling, it's just odd to see him screaming his lungs out. Bushy mass of red hair and eyebrows worse than Hagrid's, coupled with blue, orb-like eyes. Retarded Gryffindor. No offense to those in that house, but I just don't like what is supposed to be her 'bravery', it's more like foolhardiness in her case.

I completely forgot (or carefully ignored to- for dramatic effect) mention myself.

My name is Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy and I am Slytherin, fifth year and newly-made prefect, at this very moment standing in my brand-new pyjamas carefully combing my hair in front the mirror in my room, which seems to have turned -if possible- even more slivery/platinum-y with age. Father says that I can do nothing to stop that, it's in my genes along with those grey eyes. Some heriditary crap. I could always dye my hair, but dang! I looked fine the way I am…

I quickly showered and changed into my robes (seeing that we were going apparate to the platform there was no need for muggle clothing) and then with painstaking care fixed my prefect's badge to my robes.

"Scorpius!" That would be my mum, coming up to force something into my trunk.

"What did I forget now?"

"Your dress robes my dear!"

I barely managed to stifle my groan as Astoria Malfoy levitated a package covered with brown paper onto the bed, which I promptly moved into my trunk. They were the latest edition of velvet robes from Twilfitt and Tattings.

Apparently there was going to some celebration of some sort at the end of the year to mark the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. Big deal!

Alright I shouldn't be saying that. I shouldn't be saying that at all. The war was a big deal, but come on, dress robes? What am I sixty-four?

Now the reason why I started off on the account if my friends- Rose Weasley in particular is mainly due to the fact that she drove me nuts last year. Nuts. I must say, if she were to participate in an 'Annoy Scorpius Malfoy' challenge, she'd win hands down. Always just going blah, blah, blah...I won't go into the details; you'll understand what I'm saying soon after you meet her.

"Be well Scorpius, be well." I had to refrain from rolling my eyes here. If you knew Draco Malfoy well, you'd realise that he uses this phrase in every single scenario possible.

"Write regularly, don't get into danger and-"

"Don't set a foot in the forbidden forest, yeah mum I know that by now!" I leaned back as she made an attempt to stroke my hair.

And then with a resounding crack we apparated onto the platform and another crack later my parents were gone. They had only once done it the 'proper' way, when I had started Hogwarts. After that, it was just this.

"Scor!" I turned around to find my best friend dragging along with his little sister Lily, Cas, and unfortunately Rose. I tried my best to not notice her toothy grin and diverted my attention to the fact that Cas and Al were back on speaking terms.

"Scorpion!" Rose energetically waved at me; it was hard to ignore her seeing that she had grown -if possible- even taller.

"Al! What on earth are you doing, here of all places?" I asked, as he grinned in response.

He slightly puffed his chest out, making sure that his badge bearing 'Quidditch Captain' on his robes was well within my sight, and I followed suit; ensuring that my prefect badge didn't go unnoticed, with Cas rolling her eyes in the background.

"Honestly Scorpius!"

"Oh I don't know Scor," he said pretending look around for something, squinting his eyes, "I was just looking for the Hogwarts express! But I can't seem to find it, you see it?"

"He's gone insane over the summer." Cas said apologetically.

"Yeah, look at her she's bonkers!" Al said pointing his wand at her in a defensive stance, those two were weird.

"Has anyone seen my newt?" Rose fumbled about, until someone handed it over to him.

Lily on the other hand was clinging onto her brothers' arm, looking slightly terrified. She looked at me, gave a yelp and let go of her brother. Al and Cas broke off their mock-duel and simultaneously gave me a sorry look.

"She fancies you." Cas said looking bored.

"Since she was ten." Al added looking equally uninterested.

I snickered, Lily's little fancy was known to the entire of Hogwarts by now. Merlin, I thought that she would be over it by now. She was in her third year for heaven's sake! And to top that, she never said anything around anybody. I'm doubtful whether she's capable of speaking or not.

"Stop that for now! The express will start anytime soon!" And lo, Rose Weasley has spoken, she'd always had a soft spot for her cousin.

As they say, birds of a feather...

Whilst Albus and I took turns to carry our trunks in, each helping the other, Rose dragged two (Cas' and hers, if you were wondering) singlehandedly. I doubt her being human by now.

We soon found a compartment and Rose and Cas took their usual perches by the window and Al and I parted ways with them as I headed for the prefects compartment and Al went to his girlfriend, Alice Longbottom.

Alright I know that I never really mentioned those two, but seriously, they just hit off before the end of our fourth year. I personally don't predict for them to last long, not with Alice's eyes set upon that what's-his-name? Ah, Eli Flint. Not suggesting much but Alice Longbottom? Tricky.

I soon reached the prefects carriage and was greeted by the head girl, Dominique. She's alright, if not a bit of a show-off. Her apparent beauty and her skill in charming guys, simply creeps me out.

My fellow prefect was Abbie Nott, a scrawny girl with really bad teeth. That's all I know about her, she's real secretive you know. Andy from Ravenclaw made prefect. And apparently that's exciting, seeing that I got a couple of unwanted hugs from him.

There were things like the rounds schedule, how prefects must conduct themselves, be an ideal role model to students and of course, the celebration.

James Potter was of course, the head boy and hadn't been able to stop his cousin from talking all over his apparently well prepared speech. James suddenly calmed down, his face taking on that slight moping look. Dominique had reached the topic I was dreading and-by the look on his face- James had been too.

"...I would like to start off on this topic by saying that this event is an extremely important segment of our year. As most fifth and seventh years would know, the whole thing would be taking place right after the OWLS and NEWTS. I want to make sure as Head Girl," I detected a faint hint of pride in her voice, but I might've imagined it," that everything's in ship shape. I'm sure that you must be wondering why everyone was asked to pack dress robes?"

And I knew the answer even before James interjected- looking at us all as if we were dead meat,

"There's going to be a dance, a ball if you'd like."