Author's Note: Hello fan fiction world!!! I haven't seen you for a long time, but school is almost out and I will have lots of free time to write soon! Anyways, I got bored with my marauder era story because no one was reviewing and have thus decided to try writing a next generation one. This is just the prolouge, it will get way more intense! Promise! Please read and review!

Love always,

Bethany

PS: My sister Avi got a fanfiction account (finally) so go check out her stuff! Her pen name is Avi Halliwell, I think she just posted the beginning of a Charmed fanfic.

(Disclaimer: Clearly, I do not own the fabulous world of Harry Potter. JKR's got dibs!)

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Chapter One:

Rose Weasley lay awake in bed, watching the second hand crawl around the clock. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock… how many more would she have to listen to before she could leave? It was the first night back at school, and she desperately wanted to see him! She sat up as quietly as possible and looked around the dormitory.

The lights in the seventh year Gryffindor girls dorm had been turned off for hours, but Rose had been sitting in the dark for so long that her eyes had readjusted, and she could see everything perfectly. The room glowed slightly in the moonlight that came in from the large bay windows. The place was a mess, and everything about it screamed, "Teenage girls live here!" Posters of cute Quidditch players plastered on the walls, and countless issues CosmoWitch magazines were scattered on the floor. The four desks were covered in tubes of mascara, different shades of lipstick, hairbrushes, curling irons, and clothes.

Rose looked over at her three roommates, trying to decide whether or not they were sleeping yet. Zephyr Robinson's bed was next to Rose's, and the girl was clearly out cold. Her mouth hung open slightly and she was snoring loudly. Rose chuckled. Zephyr was tall, thin, and tan, with a mane of thick white blonde hair. Guys practically drooled when they saw her. Seeing Zephyr sleep was just plain funny though.

Margaret Russo was also dead asleep. She was spiraled out on her bed, having kicked the covers off. The girl's dark brown hair was braided in a zillion braids that splayed across the crimson pillow. She was very average looking, but one of the craziest people Rose had ever met. Although Rose liked both of them, Margaret and Zephyr didn't get along too well.

The last roommate, Batty Brown, was a toss up. Rose couldn't see her, all the way on the other side of the room. No sound was coming from her, but that didn't say much. Batty was very quiet. She had short, jet-black hair, pale white skin, and large gray doe eyes. Batty was very petite, Margaret called her a "compact person." Rose had lived with Batty for a long time, and still couldn't quite figure the girl out.

Eventually, Rose decided it was safe to leave, and silently swung her long legs over the side of the bed and onto the plush carpet. She got up, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Considering how gangly both her parents had been when they were her age, Rose had turned out quite nice. She was about 5'8", with stick straight dark auburn hair that fell in choppy layers to her waist. There were freckles that ran along her high cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose. She had full red lips and bright brown eyes with thick lashes. Rose only weighed 120 pounds, and her body was very slim. Rose was naturally pretty, but she had changed quite a few things about her appearance over the summer.

For example, her hair now had highlights, and she had gotten her ears triple pierced, along with her cartilage. Her mom, Hermione, had also fixed her teeth with a shrinking spell, and now they shone bright white. Nature had also helped her out a bit too, by boosting her up two cup sizes. She finally had curves!

Rose looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled. She ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing it out. She only had on short shorts and a sheer lacey tank top. Although her friends thought it was weird that she had gone to bed without taking off her makeup, her eyes were still outlined in black. She had mastered the smoky eye over the summer. Rose grabbed her robe and slipped out the door.

Getting out of the Gryffindor common room was fairly easy. She was light of her feet, having left her shoes off. She broke out in a run as soon as she exited the portal and flew down the stairs and through the corridors of an empty Hogwarts.

She stopped to catch her breath when she reached the dungeons. It was easy to get into the Slytherin common room. He had given her the password. She stepped inside, and took in the eerie green-glowing room. It had been awhile.

She stood alone for a minute, and then suddenly there he was, standing at the bottom of the stone staircase that led to the dormitories. He leaned casually against the wall, looking at her intensely with a slight grin.

He looked exactly the same. He had the same pale skin, the same tall muscular body, and the same pointed chin. His shaggy blonde hair fell into his deep blue eyes.

Rose could practically feel the electricity between them across the common room. She felt out of breath again. He started walking toward her. She was glad she hadn't changed out of her pajamas, as he was only wearing a white tee shirt and boxers.

He came closer and closer until there were only a few inches of space between them. He reached out and laced his fingers through hers, bringing them even closer. She could feel the familiar calluses on his hands from years of Quidditch.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hey," she replied, biting her lip and looking up at him. She really didn't want to talk. They would talk later.

And then suddenly he was kissing her. She felt the familiar sense of electricity shooting down her spine as she ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her whole body against his.

Rose knew that her family and friends wouldn't approve of her with him, and that they would probably disown her if they ever found out. She knew it was supposed to be wrong to be with him, but how could something that felt so right be wrong? She loved him, and she knew that he loved her. When she felt his arms around her, she felt safe. If something felt so right, there was no way it could be wrong.

That was what went through her mind as she kissed Scorpius Malfoy.