Author's Note: The characters are property of J.K. Rowling. The plot was inspired by William Shakespeare. I've only added a fair few creative ideas. And just to let everyone know, I am following a certain family tree for this story. This family tree was created by J.K. Rowling herself. Go to this URL and see for yourself.

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Prologue: Dreamy Summers

Rose's POV

Everything always went perfectly well for me. I always had everything I wanted, except for one thing. I have never been in love. Some people figure that it is impossible for me seeing as I'm known as the beautiful face. There is more to me than my looks and the number of boyfriends I have had. I'm an intelligent young woman. I was going to be seventeen on August tenth.

Would you like to know my birthday wish?

Love.

A prince charming who would love, respect and care about me. He could only see me in his eyes and no one else. I would be his and he would be mine. Could I ask for anything else? No. I had a loving family, great friends, and a bright future ahead of me. But, that summer I had been having these dreams about a certain someone. It's had been getting really odd but I never wanted it to end.

I'd always appear to be in his arms. These warm arms hold me close and tight, never letting me go. I would smile to myself as my arms wound around him and hold him closer. I could hear his heartbeat against his chest. A soft, calming melody it was. It makes me so sentimental just thinking about him. I never see his face or hear his voice in the dream but I knew he was the one. I just wished he were real. I wish I knew where to find this so-called Prince Charming.

But so far that summer just seemed to be flying by. My family and I visited my grandparents for a month. All of my relatives were there. It was nice to see everybody. It seems our family just continues to grow. I had a personal conversation with my cousin Victoire about my "love life". She was there for me and I knew I could always talk to her about anything. She said love will come all on its own. I just wanted to know when. I may have been only sixteen but it doesn't hurt to be curious does it? Especially about something so significant as love.

I knew what love between a family and friends can feel like. I just never had a guy to show me what it was. No guy had ever made me fall in love with him. They may have loved me but for some reason I just didn't feel anything. That spark or those bells or whatever it is people hear or see when they meet their true love.

I had so many questions it was intoxicating. I tried asking my parents but they get very uncomfortable about it. My father suggested that I don't concern myself with love and that I am too young. My mother just tells me to be patient and don't let my determination get in the way. I wasn't determined to fall in love. Or was I?

Scorpius' POV

Another fulfilling and successful year for me. I was always in the spotlight. That summer my parents were planning me this huge party for my seventeenth birthday. They were celebrating my manhood. I was already a man. I had always been a man. No party was going to label that. I was the only one with the power to do so. My summer had been filled with going to so many parties it started to get really boring. My friends Kenneth Crabbe, Vanesa Goyle and Iris Zabini had always supported me. When I was ready to leave they'd leave with me immediately.

I liked having control. I was the leader of everything. I was signified as a true asshole but a praised ladies' man. I had been with almost every acceptable female in Hogwarts. I had everything in my hands but for some reason I wasn't satisfied. There was obviously something missing in my life.

Yes, I had bedded every girl. I was practically a Casanova. Girls were automatically attracted to me. It was probably everything about my appearance. I had the white blonde hair, the dark green eyes, the pale marble skin and the muscular toned body. If it weren't for quiddich I probably wouldn't be as fit as I was.

Speaking of quiddich, I was impressive at it. I was of course, a seeker. I won every game, but sometimes my team would lose when we played against the Gryffindors. There were annoying with their bravery and wit. Potters and Weasleys always knew how to steal the spotlight when they got the chance. But that upcoming year was the start of my seventh year and no one was getting in the way. I was going to kick the Potters and Weasleys off their precious throne and show them that Malfoys are superior. Traitors are not acceptable.

That war may have been over and the wizarding world may be at peace but I would never associate myself with them. My father really loathes the Potters and Weasleys. After hearing everything that happened between them I could see why my father treated them the way he did. They never gave up and were also still mainly rude after the war. They fought for peace and yet they still acted so negatively toward him. My father didn't kill their precious Dumbledore. My father had never been in Azkaban either. My father said if they cannot accept him after he tried to join the Order he could care less about the whole lot of them.

They're despicable people. I try to keep my anger to myself but sometimes it cannot be helped. The only thing I had been concentrated on was what was going on in my life and why was it getting this way. Was I, Scorpius Malfoy, in need of someone to love?

Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter is somewhat short. This is only the prologue. I just started it but this idea came to me and I really didn't want to forget it. I had to start on this story immediately. I will try to update as soon as possible. Thank you for reading and please leave a comment/review.