There was a banging on the door of the train compartment and Scorpius Malfoy got up reluctantly. He had just gotten comfortable too. He cracked open the door just enough to see who was on the other side.

"Yes, Weasley?"

Rose Weasley stood there defiantly. "May I come in to your compartment? It seems that Albus has disappeared."

Scorpius yawned. "He's probably off flirting with some girl. I suppose you can come in, if you must." Rose pushed her way past him, surveyed the compartment and turned on him.

"You prat! You had the compartment to yourself and you locked the bloody door! Did you expect to ride all the way home from Hogwarts by yourself?"

"That was the idea, yes." Scorpius settled himself again next to the window, spreading out and letting his feet rest on the opposite seat.

Rose attempted to put her luggage overhead, but was having difficulty due to her height.

"Here, Rose, let me," Scorpius said as he took them from her and easily reached the high compartment.

"Oh, so now you've decided that I'm worthy to be in your compartment?"

"Now that it seems you won't be leaving, yes. I accept I must acknowledge your presence."

Rose just shook her head. "Whatever, Scorp. She sat down next to the window, and attempted to rest her feet on the opposite seat. Unfortunately, her feet, barely made it onto the cushioned seat, so she was far from comfortable.

"You stole my seat." Rose glanced up to see Scorpius, hands on his hips, glaring at her.

"Oh, I did? Sorry, I thought with your ego, you'd be filling the entire compartment."

"Why do you think I wanted it to myself, woman? I don't know that there's enough room for both my ego and your hair."

"Oi!" Rose said both in the response to his insult to her hair, and the fact that he had moved her to the side, and wedged himself between her and the window.

"Sorry, Rosie. And I'm sorry Albus ditched you."

Rose shrugged. "It's not like it's the first time." She rested her head back on the seat.

"Ah, yes. The first train ride to Hogwarts. Your desperate time of need, and your cousin ditched you. And you had to befriend the awful Malfoy."

"He really was awful. Luckily for Al, I had a friend to recommend to him when he was sorted into Slytherin."

"Al's a good friend." Scorpius leaned his head back as well, his resting on the wall. "Hard to believe it's already be six years."

Rose bolted forward. "Oh my gosh, Scorp! I wonder who's going to be Head Boy and Girl next year!"

Scorpius threw a lazy arm around her. "Relax, Rosie. You'll be Head Girl for sure." She leaned back again, noting how comfortable her best friend's arm was.

"And I assume Albus will be Head Boy right? Son of Harry Potter and all." Scorpius stiffened. "Or maybe Thomas McLaggen?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. No way Thomas McLaggen is chosen as Head Boy over me!"

Rose shrugged. "Maybe I put in a good word for him." Scorpius grabbed her shoulders, and turned her to face him.

"You didn't. Did you?"

Rose laughed. "Nope. No, I wasn't consulted at all. I suppose they already know who they'll choose."

Scorpius released Rose to her former position and turned to look at the scenery passing by. Some time later, something hit his shoulder and he stiffened. Slowly, he turned to find Rose's head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed. His arm that been loosely draped around her before tightened around her, pulling her closer.

Scorpius abandoned his scenic view, and rested his own head on top of Rose's. No matter how things turned out next year, he'd always have Rose.

AN: Hey all! This is my first major multi-chapter fic, so we'll see how this goes. And I have no idea how long this will be. I'm making it up as I go! I'll try to update when I can, but I make no promises. Please favorite/review! Feel free to make predictions/suggestions. And characters belong to J.K. Rowling.