AN: Hey guys! This is the result of bored days in school. I apologize for any typos, misspellings, grammar mistakes, or just plain sucky writing. For any of you who follow my other stories, I'll try and work on those too. Problem is I'll have a "spark" for that story..and lose it. Hopefully my lovely writing spark stays for this story. I actually have plans for this one, and lots of time to write it in school. I'll try to update as much as I can. No promises though.

The icy cold wind whipped Rose's hair back, nipping at her ears. She was alone. The leaves rustled above her head. The night air was closing in upon her. White night dress flowing behind her, contrasting with the dark woods as she slipped through the trees. Fear and adrenaline coursed through her veins.

Soon she was running. Red hair and white dress snagging in the branches. A wolf cried somewhere in the Forbidden Forest. Rose's head snapped back, green eyes wide with fear. A small whimpering cry escaped from her lips, but she stumbled on. Tears began to flow down her face.

Thoughts began to invade her mind. How had it come to this? Where had her life gone so wrong. When had she become this person? This wasn't supposed to be happening.

The Ravenclaw common room was quiet, which for most houses was pretty rare on a Friday night. But this was Ravenclaw, the most studious and reserved house of Hogwarts. Unlike the rest of her rambunctious family, this was where Rose had been sorted six years ago. This was not where you expected a Weasley to be sorted into, unless you knew Rose of course.

She was curled up in her favorite armchair, reading as usual. She did this every day. Go to classes, do her homework, and then curl up in her blue, cushy chair. Everyone knew it was Rose's chair. She'd never flat out claimed it or enforced that it was her, but no one touched it. People weren't scared of what Rose would do if they took her spot. In all honesty, Rose probably wouldn't even say anything. She'd most likely just smile at you and move to a different spot. Rose wasn't weak or anything, she could hold her own if need be. Conflict was just something she never enjoyed.

There was one person who managed to bring the fire out of her though. Try as she might, Rose just couldn't get along with that boy. He was tall, blonde, arrogant, and infuriating. For some reason she and Scorpius Malfoy just couldn't get along. Sure, Rose knew even bigger prats than Malfoy, but he was the only one who seemed to have a vendetta against her. Today in potions he had purposefully tried to mess up her assignment. Malfoy and her were the top two in every class, but Rose was slightly ahead of Malfoy in potions. Not by much, but she was ahead. She had to struggle to stay on top, but he always tried to ruin that for her. He was always there, in her classes, in the library, prefect meetings, and on rounds. At least he couldn't bother her in her common room.

"Hey Rose, there's a boy outside looking for you."

Rose raised her head and looked at the first year with confusion. "Why didn't he just solve the riddle and come in? Or follow after you?"

A familiar silky voice came from behind her chair and Rose spun around.

"I did Rosie dear, your Ravenclaw riddles really aren't that hard." He smirked at her, "I just wanted to warn you ahead of time so you could make yourself presentable."

His eyes roamed her body and he sneered, "I guess it didn't work."

She huffed and turned back around to bury her nose in her book again. Malfoy wasn't worth it, she was pissed off enough already. She didn't need to add a pompous git to her day. He really made it difficult to be calm though.

Long pale fingers began to play with her hair. Twirling and pulling her thick red curls. She yelped and yanked her head away.

"Stop touching me you moron."

"Moron?" Pale eyebrows raised in a mocking gesture, "are you forgetting you botched up your potions assignment? Tell me again who got the better grade today."

She huffed, he really wasn't worth it but she just didn't care. "No, see you botched up my potion. I was doing just fine before you tossed some Belladonna into it. That bad grade was bogus. You know it was Malfoy. One bad grade that you caused doesn't mean you're better than me, especially because you know that I would have perfect grades if you hadn't screwed it up."

She slowly rose to her feet as her voice got louder and louder. The common room was staring in awe at the commotion. It wasn't every day you got to see Rose lose her cool. Rose, so usually calm and collected, was flushed and shaking with rage. She'd inherited the Weasley blush, and her face was turning redder and redder by the second.

"Awe, look at little Rosie Posie turning red. Struck a nerve, have I?"

She raised her hand, preparing to slap him. Her eyes narrowed and she lowered it back down. He wasn't worth it. Rose stepped back and turned to the stairway to her dormitory. Each step was a struggle when all she wanted to do was turn around and smack that smug look off his face. She couldn't resist at least stopping though.

"Don't ever think for a second that you're actually better than me Malfoy."

AN: Tell me what you think? I appreciate constructive criticism. I don't wanna jump into the action, but I don't want to have a long boring story. Reviews are appreciated :3