Wow, it's been forever since I posted a story.

So, this is more than one chapter. I'm sure I'll change the summary. It's a very basic like "history of" story with this pair. But I really love the dynamic of Rose Weasley, a half-blood child of a muggleborn and a blood traitor, intereacting with Scorpius Malfoy (literally the child of two families in the sacred 28)

I have the whole thing written out. I'll put it on an update schedule eventually but rn I'm just playing by ear? I don't want to leave the prologue standing, so I'm sure I'll upload the next one soon

I do not own Harry Potter

Rose was a child who picked up on everything. She noticed her father's freckles, and how they lined his cheeks and became more abundant during the summer. She noticed her mother's precision in every move she made, from the grip of her wand to the way she would smooth out her skirt. She noticed the way Uncle Harry grinned when family was around. She noticed the way Albus would stare at his hands or start fidgeting when nervous.

With that, she was sure to notice the way her mother stood up straighter as the bell of the shop rang. Rose knew the look of absolute discomfort on her mother's face when specific people would come up to her. Rose turned around to see a man with a look of equal discomfort. He appeared to be the age of his mother, with a conservative blond haircut and aristocratic features.

Someone had entered with him, because Rose heard the sound of shuffling through the aisles of Flourish and Blott's. The blond man gave a curt nod to Hermione, which she returned, before beginning to get her stuff together.

"Alright, I believe it's time to get you a wand," Hermione said to her daughter.

Rose glanced to her, and then to a shadow in the aisle. She almost mistook the figure for the blond man but then noticed the significant height difference. He could have only been four inches taller than her miniscule, 4'8" structure. He was blond, like the man. They also shared high cheekbones, pale skin, and intense gray eyes. The most significant difference, besides their height, was the boy's hair was longer, down to the top of his neck.

Rose would have spent more time observing him if her mother had not have ushered her out of the store. Rose glanced up to her mother, who seemed squeamish. She decided not to ask who it was, and instead skipped along to Ollivander's.