Okay! So this is my new story! This chapter might be a bit long but it's just so I can get the story set up! Oh, and it might seem a bit boring, I swear I'm not always boring! =] ENJOYYYY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Just in case you were wondering =]

Rose lay on her back staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She could faintly hear the sound of her family throughout the house. The T.V. in the corner of her room came into view. Rolling over and picking up the remote, she turned on the Telly and started flipping through the many channels. Surprisingly enough, nothing good was on.

Not that it mattered much. Rose's mind was nowhere near the quaint little house. She would soon be off again to Hogwarts, but this time she would be a seventh year. Head girl to boot! Her mother would faint if she knew all of this meant nothing to Rose. Not that she'd ever tell anyone. No one really knew Rose. She couldn't be bothered with people knowing she was far more cunning than she lead others to believe. Everyone expected her to be the perfect daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasly, and thats exactly what she showed them.

"Rose!"

She sighed. Of course her little brother Hugo always knew when to barge into her thoughts. "Yes, Hugh?"

Her door opened to reveal not only her brother but also Albus, one of her many cousins. "Fancy a game of Quidditch?" Albus asked from his place behind Hugo. Albus was in her year at School while her brother was two years younger.

"Sorry boys! Not today." She said sitting up. "I've got to gather my stuff for the train tomorrow. Have fun though!" That seemed to placate the boys as they rushed from her room slamming the door behind them. She sighed for what seemed like the 100th time in less than a day.

The sighing was due to the fact that in her letter informing her of her new Head girl status, she was also told who would hold the positon of Head Boy. Scorpius Malfoy was not her enemy per se, mostly because no one could rival the real her, but he was more perceptive than others. They weren't unpleasent to each other but he was the only person she'd ever met that could tell she wasn't the picture of perfection. Rose worried that around him, her secret would be out and everyone would hate the real her.

Rose Weasly is a very complex girl. While everyone believed her to be her parent's daughter, inwardly, she is a person who twists situations in her favor. She wasn't evil or malicious but could easily bend people to her will. Most people would kill for a magical power like hers. She laughed.

If only it was a magical power!

It bothered Rose when she was forced to lie everyday just for people to accept this image of her.

The worst part for Rose was that she was a romantic. She longed for a boy that could love her. Sure, she'd had boyfriends that were just lovely, and they claimed to love her. Those poor boys only loved the perfect her. She was beggining to believe she would be alone for the rest of her life. As much as she could control people and situations, love was something that always failed her.

Rose stood up and crossed her room to her window. Staring out into the afternoon sky she made a declaration for herself and the setting sun to hear:

There is someone out there that will love me. The real me. He will be my "Only exception".