AN: My second attempt at fanfic y'all. The other one was cringy, but hoping this is better. Don't know if I'll continue the other one. Hmm. We'll see. Enjoy this NextGen Harry Potter fic! Kisses. xxx
Chapter 1
Stopping, I turned around to face Albus. "Albus, honestly, I'm not sure why you're so worried about being sorted into Slytherin. You'll get sorted into Gryffindor, but I won't leave you for being Slytherin either. But, don't worry, you'll get sorted into Gryffindor, I'm," and at that moment a drawling voice cut through their conversation.
"Why would anyone want to be sorted into Gryffindor?" Mused a drawling voice, which came from behind me and I whirled around to look at the speaker.
He was the boy I saw at King Cross Station whom my dad called Scorpius Malfoy. His white-blond hair was slicked back with gel and he still wore that ridiculous black button-up coat. He had a confident smirk on his pointed face and his grey mercury eyes had a glint of amusement.
"I mean, Gryffindor is the worst house anyone could be in. They're pathetic, stupid and arrogant prats running around trying to save the world." He smirked again as my ears turned red. "That is, they try, but it's always the Slytherins that actually have the guts and the brains to solve the problem." He smirks at Albus, who to my surprise, actually looks quite amused.
Angrily, I retort. "But the Gryffindors are the ones who are there to save the day, when what are the Slytherin does? They may have the cunningness or the maliciousness, but they always hide behind their ugly fangs."
His cheeks flush a little as he opens his mouth to make a comeback, when Albus quietly cuts in. "Is that what you think I'll be as well if I become Slytherin?" His green gaze pierced me as my own words sink into me.
My neck flushes in embarrassment. "No, no that's not what I meant Albus!" I plead. "I only meant some Slytherins", but Albus cuts in.
"Stop." Albus holds up his hand, palm facing me. "Rosie, it's highly probable I'll get sorted into any houses, I don't think we should talk about houses until after we're all sorted."
He turns to Malfoy and holds his hand out. "I'm Albus Potter, you can call me Al, everyone does."
Malfoy grins and shakes his hand. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy, but I'm sorry, I don't have any easier nickname."
Slightly smiling, Albus shakes his head. "It's fine. At least your name isn't named after one of the most famous headmaster of Hogwarts."
"But you're not named after a weird constellation on the sky are you?"
They started to walk down the corridor, looking for an empty compartment, which they found one at their right side. They walked in, chatting amiably.
My fists were clenched, and my necks was red, but I walked in after them, quietly shutting the door.
In the compartment, the boys were already talking about Quidditch, so I just took out my battered copy of Hogwarts, a History and started reading it again for the umpteenth time.
"Merlin, what have you done with that book?" Looking up, I realized that the boys have stopped talking and Malfoy was pointing at my copy of Hogwarts, a History. "It looks like you were using the book to beat up someone, since," Malfoy smirked, "I figured that your fists were pretty weak."
Calmly, ignoring the insult I smiled sweetly and said, "No, it's just that I can read and enjoy it unlike you, who has a brain worth less than a Knut."
Casually he swiped an apple from his sleeve, took a bite and offered it to Albus. Albus shrugged and Malfoy tossed it to him.
Malfoy turned to me and smirked. "Honestly, I'm surprised that you think that your brain could be worth anything higher than mine."
Snidely, I remarked, "Oh, I'm sure that my brain is more valuable than yours. We'll see at school."
Nonchalantly, he shrugged, "We'll see at school, won't we?"
I smirked and I continued reading while Malfoy and Albus prattled on and on about Quidditch. Oh, Malfoy had no idea what was coming for him. He had no idea how ambitious I could be. Bring it on, ferret-face.