Rose Weasley strode through the Hogwarts halls with her head slightly down.

She occasionally looked up , but only to see if she was going to run into anything. She walked alone because Albus , although he said he wouldn't , had left her immediately for two other girls from Hufflepuff. He was quite the buzz in Hogwarts, him being The Harry Potter's son.

She wondered why no one sought her out. She was The Ronald Weasley and The Hermione Granger's daughter. What are you talking about , stupid? No one cares about the Chosen One's friends. They only care about the Chosen One.

Ugh. That voice again. Rose frequently heard that voice. So much that , Rose even began to think she was –

Oof!

Rose's books went flying in different directions. She quickly stood up and dusted her Gryffindor robes off. Great , just great. More humiliation. She flipped her red hair out of her face and looked up to find a blonde , pale Slytherin staring at her. Rose searched her mind for his name. She had heard it while they were being sorted. Scorpio? Scorpi-something? All she knew was that Albus made a face when the boy's name was called.

She started picking up her books , without his help. After she was finished she looked up. He was still staring.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"Oh!" He said , startled. "Y-You're Rose Weasley, right?" She nodded. "My father says that he knew your father." Rose paused a minute , then asked, "Who are you , exactly?" "Oh!" he yelled again. "I'm Malfoy. Er- Scorpius Malfoy." He reached out his hand for her to shake it but she didn't return the gesture.

"My father says that your father was a bloody bastard to him." She spat. He stuttered a minute , looking wounded. "My father," he started," did many , many things.. That he regrets now." He looked away , his eyes wet. "He was confused. He didn't make the right choices. I'd also like if you didn't bring up the things he did in the past." He looked back at her , this time with a hint of anger. "What was your father's name?" She asked quickly. He just stared idly at her for a minute , probably wondering how she moved on so fast. She stood there impatiently for a minute until he finally muttered , " Draco." Then he walked away.

Well, isn't he a doll?

Rose intended to talk to her father about this tonight.