WARNING:

I did read the last HP, The Cursed Child, I know what happened in that book. I did not write my fan fiction based on anything written in that book, except the ages. I'd love to write my own version of the next generation, so please don't say my story line is off. If you wish to read an other version of The Cursed Child, or an extensive version. I recommend you not to read mine, because mine doesn't relate to anything in that book.

Only the first three chapters are about their first year. You could skip it and read from chapter 2 if you think it's boring.

Love ya for reading my fanfic 3

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She ticked with her nails agains the cold marble of the stairs she was sitting on, resting her head against the railing. Her eyes trailed to the doors when they opened, the music getting slightly louder. Her heart jumped up but dropped again when she noticed a girl and a boy coming out. The girl giggled and pulled the boy with her into a corridor.

She looked down again with a frown. She was waiting, waiting for him to try and make this night less of a disappointment. Her hand slid over the fine material of her green dress, the hem floating around her ancles.

"Rose," she heard from behind, whereafter someone sat down beside her. "Why aren't you inside?"

She shifted her gaze to look at Charlotte , a Gryffindor and a fourth year as well. "Why aren't you inside?"

"Hey! Don't be like that." Charlotte said with a half smile. "We all know why I'm not inside. But you...I thought you'd been asked by Scamander."

"I thought so myself as well." Rose said, looking back at the door. "But Charlotte," She looked back at the girl, "If you aren't going to the ball, why are you here?"

"I was going to watch the stars. Did you know it's a perfectly clear night?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, I've always loved the stars. Tonight will be a meteor rain. Such a shame everyone's inside, really." Charlotte said before lowering her eyes to her hands. "Er, Rose, I know it's quite odd of me to ask, but would you like the watch the stars with me and Daniella? They're quite lovely."

Rose smiled in reply, "I would love to, but-"

"Rose? Oh there you are, Rosie." it sounded from down the stairs and she looked up to find him leaning on the railing, his face turned up to face her. "Will you be a darling and come down?"

Rose stood up to go when she hesitated and turned towards Charlotte.

"It's ok." Charlotte said, waving her hand. "Go! He's waiting." She smiled softly. "I should be heading outside anyway."

Rose gave her a soft nod before going down.

"What?" She asked cautiously as she stood before him.

"Come dancing with me," He said as he swung an arm around her shoulders, his face close to hers. Rose found herself unable to breath in as she smelled the fire whiskey on his breath.

"You sure that's a good idea?" She replied worriedly.

He leaned heavier on her shoulders as he stepped forward. "Absolutely." he slurred the word.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Rose said with a heavy heart. She'd looked forward to this night for a long time. She would go with Lysander Scamander and the evening would be entirely romantic and wonderful. The ironic thing was, that the evening became the exact opposite of what she'd expected. She hadn't even danced.

"Oh come on, Rosie. We should dance." He chuckled darkly. "Unless..."

He pushed her against a wall with sudden renewed strength. "Unless you want to do something else."

Lysander's breath fanned her face and Rose resisted the urge to throw up. Unable to push him away, she slumped a bit and closed her eyes in defeat.

"Rosie," he slurred close to her ear and Rose's eyes flashed open. She stared into his foggy eyes, as if he was somewhere far away. She was trapped and getting extremely uncomfortable.

He came closer, his eyes focused on her lips and she turned her face away. "No, Lysander."

He pressed his wet lips against the skin of her cheek, making Rose cringe in response.

"Lysander." She said firmly, her hands trying to push him away, nevertheless. "Please let go of me. Lysander!" He was placing sloppy kisses down her throat and she felt herself once again getting sick.

One of his thighs opened hers and pressed between them as his thumb and index finger on her chin forced her to look at him. Rose was wondering how he still had the strength while being so drunk.

She struggled to get away as his face kept getting closer, one of her hands clinging at the arm which forced her to look at him. She didn't want it, she didn't want to get kissed like this.

Rose's eye got caught something moving towards them with a quick speed. The next moment, she was free and slumped down the wall. She felt as if all the strength had left her body.

"Hey mate, don't-" Rose heard Lysander slur and she looked back at a figure towering above Lysander who was laying on the ground. The person squatted down by him and lowered his voice dangerously, so that Rose had to do her best to hear what he was saying.

"If you ever touch her or anyone unwillingly again, I'll kill you. Leave now."

"Hey, no hate. She wanted me, didn't you Rosie?" Rose kept her mouth as the person punched Lysander's stomach who grunted in response.

"Leave. You're lucky there's no professor involved or you'd be expended." Rose found the voice of the person very familiar but couldn't quite lay a finger on it. Lysander scrambled himself up and retreated limping.

The figure was still in the dark as he got up and got closer to where Rose'd folded herself into a ball. He now squatted down before her and half his features got lightened by the torch above her head.

His blond hair fell half before his grey eyes, a worried frown on his face. "Are you alright?"

Tears stung in her eyes as Rose hid her face in her hands. She'd never liked feeling weak, but Malfoy catching her in such a vulnerable state beat everything.

"Rose, are you hurt?" His hands closed gently over her wrists as he tried to get them away.

"No." She suddenly stood up, so suddenly he was knocked behind and fell down on his bum. "Please leave me alone." Rose took large steps to get away as her sight got blurry.

"Rose!" Scorpius jumped up and ran behind her. His hand caught her wrist and she whirled around as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No! Let me go, Malfoy."

"Rose stop it."

"What do you want from me?"

"What do you mean what do I want from you? You just got attacked, I want-"

"Listen closely, Scorpius, I'm going to tell you something very important. I don't need someone to save me, and especially not you." She shook her hand free from him and walked off, leaving Scorpius standing there alone.

"But..." Scorpius let his head hung when he watched her disappear, realising that was the first time she'd ever called him by his first name.