"Hi, My name's Scorpius Malfoy." He said holding out his hand toward's the girl sitting by herself, in a compartment on the Hogwart's Express, giving her the signature Malfoy smile. She took hold of it and returned the smile. "May I sit with you? Every where else is full." He asked she nodded. "Thanks! What's your name?" Scorpius, asked as he sat down across from her. Something stirred inside of him, as if he already knew her.
"I'm Lyra Eros Weasley, but everyone calls me Rose. I'm named after a constellation, I know, it's kinda weird." She said giving him a wicked grin; so wicked it could put the Malfoy smirk to shame.
"I don't find it weird. I'm also named after a constellation, and it beats being named after a flower. So, you're a pureblood then? All high-class-pureblood's name their children after constellations." Scorpius said proudly to Rose.
"Well, I'm half, and there is no way my family is high-class or rich. However, my mum does give me a large chunk of gold every now and then. I sometimes wonder where it all comes from." Rose told him, then looked out the window, watching London disappear. "So, which house do you think you'll get into, Scorpius?" She asked, looking back at him.
"I'm going to be in Slytherin." He said, lifting up his collar on his robes, then sitting back in the seat. "What about you? What house do you think you'll be in? I hope you are going to be in Slytherin." Scorpius said with a smirk.
Rose blushed and put her hands in her lap, smoothing out her skirt. "My dad told me that I'm guaranteed to be in Gryffindor. ALL Weasley's are in Gryffindor." Rose glanced over at Scorpius and he frowned. "But it doesn't mean that WE can't be friends. I like you." She said and his smile returned.
"I would really like that. Friend." Scorpius held out his hand once more, and Rose took it, they shook. Just then Albus popped his head in the door.
"Rose! What are you doing with the Malfoy boy? Dad told me that you shouldn't hang around HIM." Albus grabbed Rose's sleeve and pulled her out the compartment. Rose's hand slipped out of Scorpius's grasp and the last thing he saw was the whirling of her robes, her honey blonde hair, and her hurt face glancing back at him; her eyes sparkled gold with a hint of silver. He was left alone in the compartment, staring out the door. He was tired of being alone, he needed her, needed a friend.
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