This is my first story and I have been reading for almost two years. Please be aware that this is a slight EWE. I have drawn inspiration from many different stories, the major ones being: Merry Christmas Mr. Malfoy, Take The Tumble, and Bitter Sweet Love. I already have a beta, kingofmortar I will try to update weekly. Also credit to Kittenshift17 for the idea of the Brood. Along with this chapter, I have posted a list of all the brood members currently attending Hogwarts. Please review, it's greatly appreciated. I know this is a short chapter, but trust me the next one will be longer. I just combined this with chapter 2 and am re-posting it. I thought they needed to be put together. Also, my cover art is finished I just have to scan and upload it.

Disclaimer: I wish I was as talented as some of the author's I take inspiration from. The world belongs to J.K. Rowling and anything you recognize I don't own.


Hogwarts Express, September 1st, 2024

As I finally make my way to the compartment Albus snatched for us, and slump into the seat, my favorite cousin starts talking. "Hey Rosie, guess who got Head-Boy?" Absently I say, "Who?" He chuckles and softly says, "Scorp."

"WHAT?" My cousin, Albus, just told me that I have to spend my seventh year at Hogwarts living with the bane of my existence because I, Rose Nymphadora Weasley, am Head-Girl. As Head-Girl, I have to work with the Head-Boy - who I have just learnt is my least favorite pompous arrogant ass - to organize the prefects and set an example for the entire school. Also, I have to share the Head's Tower with the Head-Boy. And Albus Severus Potter has just told me that I have to live with my sworn enemy.

And who, you may ask, is the bane of my existence? I'll give you some hints; he is a pureblood, arrogant, son of a death eater. That's right people I have to share a common room and a bathroom with Scorpius Malfoy.

I still remember the first time I laid eyes on the ferret (Dad called Mr. Malfoy the bouncing ferret, so I just shortened the name). We were eleven and about to start our first year at Hogwarts. He was shorter, a lot shorter than he is now. Dad pointed Malfoy out to me and said, "So that's little Scorpius. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron for heaven's sake," said Mum, half-stern, half-amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry" said Dad, but unable to help himself, he added, "don't get too friendly with him, though Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood." Mum promptly smacked the back of his head. "Hey!" While I'm sure Dad had good intentions, he conveyed that I wasn't allowed to even be friends with the boy. I sat on the train with him and Albus, they immediately became best friends and I lost my best friend. I became jealous of the boy and then they both got thrown in the snake pit.

"Yeah, Rose, he's Head-Boy." Albus drew me out of my trance while he spoke.

"Are you fucking serious? I have to share a bathroom with an arrogant, egotistical, sweaty, smart-ass of a Slytherin." Albus Severus Potter, the perfect combination of the men he is named after, is smirking at something behind me while I am about to explode. That's when I heard his voice.

"I think you missed a few words, Weasley." I whipp around and see Malfoy leaning against the door frame.

Oh, how I hate him. He is smirking at me with his silver eyes and that stupid, blonde arched eyebrow. I mean, someone so vile and vain shouldn't be allowed the body this boy has been blessed with. How can everyone except me do that eyebrow thing?

"Oh really, Malfoy, let's see if I can remember them. Arsehole, man-whore, bigoted git, and son of a death eater. Did I get them all?" As I say this, Albus just sits there wearing an expression somewhere between a smirk and a frown. I'm proud of myself for that comeback and here comes the retort.

"Actually, Weasley, you forget sexy, muscular, and god-like."

Really? Is that what he's going with? He's right, but that's not the point because if I admitted that it would only inflate his ego more. And believe me, if it got any bigger than he would explode, and we wouldn't want that because he's living with me so I would get the blame. And even as he makes himself look like he is calm and unreadable, I know on the inside I just cut him deeply. He's still leaning against the compartment door frame wearing that signature smirk.

Oh, I just remembered that McGonagall wants us in the Head's compartment before the prefect meeting.

"Malfoy, I didn't forget any of those things. They just simply aren't true. Anyway, McGonagall wants us in the Head's compartment to go over our responsibilities and… um, housing arrangements."

"If you just wanted to get me alone all you had to do was ask." Malfoy is still bloody smirking. Ok, I'm done. Can I go die in a hole, please? How am I supposed to live with this? This eternal smirk and never-ending haughtiness.

"Let's just go." I need to find a shovel so I can start digging both of our graves. I hope someone planned a funeral for me. A really pretty funeral. Maybe I should start planning my funeral tonight because Merlin above knows I'm gonna need it.

When we arrive in the Head's compartment, we find McGonagall patiently waiting for us to sit. After we take our seats she starts speaking.

"As Heads, your responsibilities and privileges this year will be different from that of a prefect. You will have the ability to take away and give out points to students. Also, this year you can give out detention, and recommend a student for suspension or expulsion. You two will be in charge of the prefects and their schedules." Merlin, I knew all of this before I started my first year. When is she gonna get to the housing stuff?

"You will have your own tower, the Head's Tower, which you will share. You will share a bathroom and common room. You will each get your own rooms. I expect that you two will be able to handle your living situation and duties. Am I correct?" Who does she think we are? The two of us will probably be killing each other within the week.

The snot nosed snake speaks, "Yes; Headmistress. We will make an effort to work together and try to not kill each other." Oh, that was not an answer I was expecting, but then again he acts like a little prince in front of professors.

"Well then, the current password is le lion et la lionne, the two of you can change the password at a later date or turn it into a riddle of sorts. I will see you at the feast. Now, head off to the Prefect's compartment." She exits the compartment and the two of us are left in silence, staring at each other.

"Come on, let's go repeat the rules we have heard for two years." He's right, we have to go tell the new prefects the rules.


After the prefect's meeting, Malfoy and I headed back to the Head's compartment. Just as I sit down, Malfoy made a suggestion. "What do you say to a game of twenty questions?"

I just stare at him, after a few seconds I decided 'what the fuck, why not.' This could be a good thing considering we have to live together. As they say, know thy enemy.

"Sure Malfoy, but I suggest we use Veritaserum." I say this as I pull a small blue vile filled with the clear liquid out of my trunk. "Well, are we just going to sit here or start?"

"Where the fuck did you get that?" He is staring at the vile with his jaw dropped. I smirk, I have left Scorpius Malfoy dumbstruck. Who else can do that? Well might as well tell him since I'm going to live with him.

"Ferret Jr., I did not buy this or steal it. I made the potion yesterday morning." I'm not going to tell him that I invented the Lust potion last year. Not until he feeds me some of his own secrets at least.

He takes the potion and drinks half. I drink the other half and then he asks, "Favorite color?" I answer, "Ocean blue, what is your middle name?"

At the question he turns pink a little and says, "Please don't laugh, it's Hyperion." My face goes bright pink at that answer. He's named after two stars and together his names mean Venomous God of Heavenly Light and Bad Faith. His name describes him perfectly. Perfectly. I hold my laugh in and he asks,

"Well, what's yours?"

"You can't laugh, my middle name isn't worse than Hyperion, but it is Nymphadora." I hate my middle name and I can see him internally laughing because that stupid smirk just got a little bigger. My name literally means Flowery Gift of the Nymphs.

"Okay, favorite food?" This is getting rather boring, he needs to spice it up a little bit.

"Mine is Rumbledethumps."

"What? That can't be a food, it isn't even a word."

"I wouldn't expect you to know of it, it's a Scottish dish." His face looks relaxed. I've never seen this expression. He looks kind and peaceful like this. "Which cousin is your favorite?" Oh, this has to be the hardest question anyone has ever asked me.

"I guess I can pick my top three. Those would be Albus, Fred, and Lily. Why do you pick on me?" This is a question that he will fail any way he goes about it. It's a test to see how he will react.

"I think the best way to word this would be, you make it so easy to make fun of you an get a reaction and you are the only other person school who I can actually carry an intellectual conversation with. You don't look as bad as I say, no matter how much I want to hid it. And you are the only girl in the entire school who doesn't fall at my feet. Their stupid fucking giggling gets annoying after a while. Is that answer good enough for me to earn an O?"

"Yes; I do believe so, it's your turn to ask the question?"

"What is your patronus?" If I answer this will he figure out my animagus form? He will figure it out anyway if I go for a run or accidentally transform.

"My patronus is a lioness, what is your's?" He's frowning now, it's kind of sad and I wish I could make him happy. But then again this is bloody Malfoy, son of all things evil.

"It's a lion." Oh, he thinks because we have matching patroni we will fall in love or some stupid ass shit like that. Ha. Fucking hell no. I would rather marry the Giant fucking Squid first. "Who is you favorite professor?"

"My favorite professor would have to be Hagrid. Yours?'

"Professor Zabini, he's a close family friend." The arrogant ass smirk has crawled its way back up his face. Figures his favorite teacher would be a bully just like him. "Favorite pastime?'

"I think reading or flying, depends on my mood, you?

"Same. Favorite subject?"

"Charms. I know the subject is rather boring but I like the uses certain charms have. If you could be an animagus what would your animal be?" He went still and paler than normal for just one second and then said "I would be a lion. What are those applications for charms?"

"Well you don't think my hair naturally isn't frizzy do you?"

"No, okay your animagus then?" Oh fuck, I'll have to come clean eventually, I'll tell him after dinner. "Lioness, oh I think I just figured out our password."

"What do you mean?"

"'Le lion et la lionne,' the lion and the lioness. Our patronus pairing and the animagi thing."

"Oh right, funny. So, are you a virgin?"

Where the bloody hell does he get off asking me that kind of question. Blush starts to rise in my cheeks and spread rapidly to my neck. "Yes I am, and I intend to stay that way for the time being. I will see you after dinner to head to our dorm."

"I don't think that status will ever change, because no one in their right mind would be able to put up with you long enough to get into your knickers. I think you'll have to just be fine with your hand for a while." He says this as I leave, so I shout back.

"It's worked for a while hasn't it?"


N: Sorry this chapter is late. I like the French and want to disclose that Scorpius is Scottish, French, and English. I know I'm rotten and there will be some french in this story. Le lion et la lionne means "the lion and the lioness." Also this is going to be everything I have ever searched for in a story. You will have to guess what I'm alluding to though. And yes, Rumbledethumps is a real please. Au revoir!