Our Story

Chapter One

So it Begins

"You can't help who you love, you're not supposed to."
~Save the Last Dance


BEFORE I EVEN STARTED at Hogwarts I had an arch-nemesis. His name was Scorpius Malfoy. My father had told me to make sure to beat him in every test. The reason, I supposed, for our animosity was the fact that my father, mother, and uncle had been worst enemies with his father since the day theystarted Hogwarts. It had morphed into a much deeper hatred then that of even the former generation's. I didn't just hate him. I loathed him.

I had, in fact, beaten him at every test. I had been top in every class, Scorpius coming in at a roaring second. I was even better at him in Quidditch. I was the best Keeper in Hogwarts. Thank Merlin I had never inherited my mother's dislike for anything that had to do with a broomstick. I loved Quidditch.

My best friend and cousin, Albus Potter, was also on the Quidditch team. His reputation as a Seeker was outmatched only by my Uncle Harry. Albus had been my best friend since before I could remember. We even have the same birthday. Ever since I had met Scorpius Malfoy, Albus, and his brother James, had always defended me from him. Not that I needed it. I am perfectly capable of defending myself.

My name is Rose Weasley. And this is the story of how I fell in love with my arch-nemesis.


THE FIRST TIME I ever met Rose Weasley was on the Hogwarts Express. I hated her from the beginning. I hated how smart she was, how good she was at Quidditch, how well-liked and how beautiful she was. I was not like that. I was not popular. I was ignored, disliked, hated. Even among my own house; especially among herhouse.

I suppose the reason for that is because of my father. My father—God bless his soul—was a coward. Or at least he was in the eyes of his former friends. In the eyes of his former enemies, he was something to be hated or worse—pitied. My father, like so many others in his house his age, had been tempted by the Dark Lord. My father was a Death Eater. But he had fallen out of standing when had failed in his first mission as well as when hisfather fell out of standing with the Dark Lord. I had never thought about my father as a coward. I loved my father. I found his story about how he had gone in a bit too far and had a change of heart a bit of a heroic tale, even if it had wrecked my social life for all of eternity.

Even though most of my house disliked me, I had a few friends. Not close friends, I had never really felt close to anyone. Anyone except her. I had always felt closer to herthan any of my friends, even when she was my arch-enemy, even when I hated her. I didn't understand what that meant when it first began. I probably still don't. My feelings for her—regardless of what feelings they had been—were defiantly strong. That was the one constant with her. With my life.

Here I am, going on and on about her. It's almost borderline obsession. Maybe it is obsession. An obsession of hate and love, anyway you put it, I'm crazy about her.

My name is Scorpius Malfoy. And this is the story of how I fell head over heels in love with my arch-enemy, and saved the world because of it.


IT ALL BEGAN ON the Hogwarts Express. It took me and Albus awhile to find a compartment. I remember it was so crowded on the train. I was bumping into who knows how many people. I can't recall anyone I bumped into—anyone except him. We bumped into each other so hard I nearly fell over. Albus had barely caught me. I gave the tall blonde haired boy the death glare as Albus sat me right again. The boy looked at me like I was dirt on his shoes.

"Watch where you're going!" the boy snarled at me.

"You bumped into me!" I had said indignantly. I remember I was still giving him the death glare. It seemed to always be the expression on my face whenever we had direct contact.

"Wait—I know who you are. My father told me all about the Weasleys and the Potters," he glanced at Albus, who was the spitting image of his father. However, the expression on mine and Albus' face were identical. "You're the Weasley girl. And you—" he sneered at Albus. "You're Harry Potter's son."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Albus had said. The anger in his eyes was apparent. He had not understood what that meant. See, Albus didn't know his father's legacy. I didn't know what my parents had done either, at the time.

"You mean you don't know?" Malfoy had scoffed. "Well, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough."

"Oh yeah?" I had spat at him, "And what about you? My father told me who youare. You're Scorpius Malfoy."

I was bluffing. I really didn't know anything more about him or his father other than their names. And that I was supposed to beat him at every test.

Anyway, you could tell from his expression that this had struck some sort of nerve with him. But I was spared from his retaliation by my first encounter with a Hogwarts prefect.

"What's going on here?" the Prefect had said. I turned. "Go on, go to your compartments!"

Scorpius Malfoy gave me a loathing look before turning on his heel and all but storming off.

I turned to the prefect. "Sorry," I had muttered before dragging Albus with me in the opposite direction.

We ran into James on our search for a compartment. He grinned when he saw us.

"How's Slytherin's newest member?" he grinned at us. James had been teasing Albus all morning.

"I won't be in Slytherin! I need to talk to you about something," the serious look on Al's face convinced James to stop teasing him.

"What about, Al?"

"Dad,"

I had never seen James's eyebrows go so high. "What's wrong with him?"

"Com'n," we moved into an empty compartment. Albus shut the door behind us and I put my stuff in the basket up top.

"So what's up with dad?" James asked as soon as we got settled.

"Something Malfoy said," Albus answered.

"What did he say?"

"He recognized I was Harry Potter's son, and said I didn't know what that meant. He said I'd find out soon enough. What was he talking about?"

James sat in stony-faced silence. He was not looking at me or Albus, but observing his trainers.

"And then there's everyone staring at him wherever we go."

"Al . . . dad didn't tell any of us what he did. But . . . I noticed the same things you did. So I . . . I asked Uncle Ron once. He seemed the most likely to tell me, and. . . ."

"And?" I was just as curious as Albus. I, too, had noticed the same thing. People stared at our parents. People we don't even know shaking their hands. But whenever I was with Uncle Harry, it was the most prominent. I remember one time a wizard bowing to him in a shop. Another time a witch I didn't know came up and hugged him. None of us knew why people did this.

"I—I'm not the right person to tell you." James looked very uncomfortable as he said this.

"James!" Albus was looking at him incredulously.

"Oh, alright, Al . . . " James took a great breath of air. "Al, dad is famous."

"What?"

"I can't believe you never even ran across a chocolate frog card."

"Dad is on a chocolate frog card?"

James grinned and pulled something out of his pocket. A chocolate frog card. Albus and I leaned in to look.

There was a picture of Uncle Harry, winking up at us.

Harry James Potter
Current Head of Auror Office
Harry Potter is predominantly famous for his defeat of the Dark Lord Voldemort in 1998. He is the only known survivor of the killing curse, having successfully survived it two times, earning him the title "The Boy Who Lived." He has been thought by many as "The Chosen One," given that it was thought that he would be the only one to defeat the Dark Lord. Since his defeat of the Dark Lord, he, and his partners Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, have revolutionized the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world. Harry Potter enjoys Quidditch and spending time with his wife, Ginny, and their three children.

"Wow," both Albus and I said together.

"See?" James said, "I told you dad was famous."


I REMEMBER THAT AFTER that first encounter with her I was angry. No, scratch that. I wasn't just angry. I was furious. And I was furious that I was furious. Why is it that a girl I barely knew could get such a rise out of me? I was pissed. Livid. I swore to myself I'd make her life a living hell. And I swore I'd do anything to make it happen.

That, right there, was probably what got me put in Slytherin. See, when the Sorting Hat was placed on my head, that was the primary thing on my mind. The Sorting Hat took quite a while with me. I remember everything it said to me perfectly.

Ah. . .a Malfoy. Hmmm. Ambitious, very ambitious. Plenty of intelligence . . . but there is also a certain bit of loyalty about you, very protective. Hmmm and there's the courage. But where to put you? Hmmm . . .

I knew my parents would kill me if I wasn't in Slytherin. I knew I would be a disappointment. What if it said Hufflepuff? Good lord I'd be a laughing stock.

. . . A thirst to prove yourself, interesting, very interesting. . . .

But I think it was mainly the fact that I was so ambitious that caught its' attention. Ambitious to ruin Rose Weasley's life.

Hmm, yes, the ambition is almost overwhelming. Yes, I think we better go with . . .

"SLYTHERIN!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and went to sit at the Slytherin table. Years later I would regret being in Slytherin. If I hadn't been so angry with her, if it hadn't been for her, then the Sorting Hat might have chosen a bit more carefully. I might have at least managed to slip into Ravenclaw.

But that was how it was. I was in Slytherin, the house that had turned out more dark wizards than any other. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't become one of them or involved with them. I managed not to, I don't know how, but I did.

She turned out a Gryffindor. Big surprise there: all of the Weasleys were in Gryffindor. So did the Potter that hung around with her.

The Slytherins and Gryffindors rarely had any classes together. The first opportunity I had to torment her was in Potions, nearly a full week after I first arrived. I'm ashamed to say it, but I had barely thought of anything but her since I first arrived. I only barely acquainted myself with my roommates. I kept to myself. But I did get quite a few glares from the older students. The name "Malfoy" didn't quite garner as much respect as it had in the past. A big family of failures, that's what most people thought of us. I didn't care quite as much as I should have though. No, she kept me from caring about most anything.

That first potions lesson with her unnerved me. This girl was unlike anyone I had ever met before. It wasn't so much the potion lesson as it was what happened in the hall beforethe potion lesson.

I was alone. She was surrounded by friends. She laughed, and it made me angry that she was happy. It made me angry that she got to enjoy herself and everything was already given to her. All because of her name.

I decided to go after her cousin first.

"Oi! Potter!" I shouted. Everyone stopped talking and was looking at me. "Found out about dear old daddy yet?" Rose narrowed her eyes, like she knew what I was doing.

"As I matter of fact, I did, Malfoy," he spat angrily.

"How's it feel it be the son of scarhead? Is the fame going to get to your head, Potter? Where's the reporters? Can I get an autograph?"

"Don't you talk about my family like that!" she was glaring at him. She was protecting her family. Her hair seemed to crackle with electricity.

"Oh yeah? How 'bout you then, let's talk about you, huh?" My heart was beating out of my chest. The room was entirely quiet. Nobody spoke. For me, there was no one else in the room. "I hope you're keeping a journal, so they can know about the famous Rose Weasley and her sidekick Albus Potter. A Potter, a sidekick! That's yourparents job, I thought." I laughed, so did about half of the Slytherins. It was heartening to hear those laughs. It told me I wasn't making a complete fool out of myself. But my eyes were on her. She seemed to be growing taller, fiercer, angrier. At that moment, there was no one in the world I hated more than Rose Weasley. I wanted to hurt her. "You're just some stupid little bookworm. A blood traitor! How's your mudblood mum doing?"

She looked livid. Her eyes flashed. The entire room was in shocked silence at what he had said.

"What about your Death Eaterdad, how's he?" Her lip curled upwards. Their noses were an inch away from each other. "Going to join up in the next Pure-Blood revolution, then? Going to become the next Voldemort?" She laughed like a manic. I didn't notice that the Griffindors were cheering her on. I didn't notice that my fellow Slytherins were laughing at me.

"Your dad is nothing but a coward!" she shouted.

I was spared from having to think up a comeback (I was so angry that I was almost to the point of hitting her, even if she was a girl. I don't think I could've come up with a comeback to save my life.), by the arrival of Professor Horace Slughorn.

"What's going on here?" said Professor Slughorn, looking between me and her, the she-devil. "Inside, all of you! Class is about to begin."

The Slytherins and Gryffindors moved into the classroom. I glared at the she-devil one last time before going into the classroom and slamming my bag down, and I couldn't help but notice that she had done the same thing. She looked angrier than I'd ever seen anyone. Even my mum when I had turned the entire house a bright fuchsia color because I didn't get the new top-of-the-line Firebolt 360.

For the rest of the lesson, I refused to look at her. I was so angry I couldn't even focus on my first-ever potions lesson. Merlin, I hated her guts.


Author's Note: I changed this first chapter to how it originally was on , please forgive me for that. I did like the edited version I posting on in the first place, but I've hit some sort of mental block in posting things/writing the next chapters (after ch. 15) so I figured going back and editing it was probably not the right thing to do at this point in time. So, I hope you'll forgive me for the inconsistencies that are bound to happen (and the crappy writing) until I finish this story. And I know, what am I doing posting this when it's such a mess? Well, I need to post something. I'm dying for reviews. And my Hunger Games stories I've hit a BIG mental block in and just...argh anyway not relevant. But like I said, I'm dying for reviews, so feel free to hit that pretty blue button and say something nice!