A/N: I have wanted to read a story with a dominant Rose and submissive Scorpius. I was up until 5am, so I decided to try writing myself. This is the first time I've written anything. Anything at all. So be a little kind but otherwise, call me out on anything you don't like.

I felt that it would be best if this relationship started from the get go as D/s. I'm putting it as M, in case I continue with this story. I may just come back to the idea later, once I have better organization. Hopefully, I get some good responses because I love this idea.

31 August 2017

The Burrow was swarming with children and parents, each with their own last minute scramble. Aunt Ginny was searching for little Lily's favorite sweater, Uncle Harry was trying to reclaim the brooms his boys had unceremoniously taken for a last-minute match with Teddy, Louis, and Fred. Bill and George were trading horror stories of their teenagers. Ron was trying to decipher the cries of his youngest, Hugo.

"Hugo, Hugo. Look at me." He gripped the skinny boy's shoulders. "Look at me. What's wrong, little buddy?"

"I-I'm gonna mi-miss R-Rosie!" Hugo sniffled as tears streamed down his face.

A large sob escaping the little boy's shaking lips. Ron ran his hand through his son's curly red hair; he knew what it felt like to be left behind by your siblings. It was scarring to stand on that platform and know that you were being abandoned once again. He wrapped his arms around his son, pulling him closer

"It's alright, Hugo. You know why?"

Hugo shook his head, confused as to how this betrayal could possibly be a good thing.

"Because you can say good bye to Rose at the station and give her a big hug before she goes. You can show her what a strong little boy you are, then you can write her a letter whenever you miss her, yeah? I'm sure she'll be getting you a present for Christmas when she comes back, too. Feel better now, Hugo?"

"Yeah, thanks daddy."

Hugo wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, Hermione always told him not to but little boys never listen to their mothers. Ron ruffled his son's already unkempt hair. They went off to help Uncle Harry repack James's broom and put away Albus's.

Hermione

Rose was her usual prim and proper self, sitting along with her mother and grandmother, listening intently to their heart-to-heart conversation. Grandma was crying, she had been crying a lot since Rose and her family had shown up, probably because she was missing being a mother.

"It is certainty wonderful for this old place to be filled with life again."

Molly said between dabs of her handkerchief on her eye. Hermione brushed her mother-in-law's hand lovingly.

"Of course, we love visiting you and Arthur, Molly. It's been a while since it's been this hectic around here, but you'll be glad once the little ones are on the train. Should Ginny and I come back and help you with the cleaning?"

Molly dabbed another blossoming tear, shaking her head, "no need 'Mione, go see your daughter off. I don't want you to hurry. You can come by after and we'll have a cup of tea, yes? "

Hermione nodded and smiled to Molly, who stood slowly. Her knees had been acting up as of late but she was still chipper while on her feet.

"I should go off to see what Arthur is up to. You'll end up leaving without him saying good bye."

Hermione then turned her attention to Rose, still sitting quietly, swinging her feet beneath the table.

"Rose, do you have everything you need for school? Do you have your books? What about your wand? Extra sweaters, in case it rains?"

Rose nodded, counting off her supplies on her little fingers.

"I packed my books yesterday. Daddy checked. My wand is back in the box, like you told me to. I have five sweaters, the two blue ones, a red one, a yellow one, and a white one, I had four but you asked me to pack one more. So I did."

Hermione smiled. Her daughter was her splitting image in looks and personality, though with minor differences. Rose was short amongst her friends. Often people would believe Hugo to be the elder of the two siblings; this often received a huff from the pint-sized Weasley and a laugh from Hugo. Rose had her father's warm blue eyes and his red hair, though her hair was darkened by Hermione's brown hair, along with a healthy temper. But her curiosity, hunger for knowledge, and mature attitude, that was pure Granger.

As Hermione finished adoring her daughter for the moment, Arthur Weasley burst into the Burrow's front door, his face and remaining hair smeared with grease, most likely from the flying Ford Anglia. A dozen or so Scourgifys later, Arthur was ready to say good-byes to his grandchildren as their families left for the floo to King's Cross Station. He gave a big hug and kiss on the forehead to each as they politely said 'g'bye grandpa.' Hugo had to be prodded slightly, he was still upset about Rose leaving, but each child did the same as they were led along. He stood slowly from his kneel, his knees stiff from holding the position for at least twenty minutes. He smiled and put his arm around the diminutive Molly, kissing her sweetly as Rose and her family left, the last to leave for the station.

Scorpius

Scorpius sat on his mattress, his suitcase packed neatly and his hair just the way his mother, Astoria, liked it, slicked back like his father's hair. He sat still, except for the nervous fidgeting of his fingers, not wanting to misplace, wrinkle or ruin anything before his family left for class. He had to look, sound, act perfectly or his first trip to Hogwarts would be for naught. His grey eyes, like light smoke from a small candle, watched as a falcon flew over the Malfoy Manor grounds, spotting prey and diving. Its talons were at the ready.

Anticipating the raptor to return with some kneazle or gnome in its claws, the Malfoy heir didn't notice his father enter the room. Draco cleared his throat; Scorpius turned suddenly to his father, shock evident but was quickly eclipsed, replaced by the trademark look of indifference of the Malfoy family.

"Good morning father. How are you?" Scorpius said with a hint of happiness, though not enough to tarnish the mask of indifference he'd known since birth.

"I am exceptional, son. Are you nervous about school? The elves told me you'd been up since dawn." Draco took a seat next to his son on the bed.

Scorpius shook his head loosely, his longish platinum blond hair swinging slightly.

"I'm not nervous father. Malfoy's are never nervous, only anticipating opportunities. "

This was true; Scorpius had been running through his first day at Hogwarts since he had left the dinner table last night. He had fallen asleep around his fourth trip in line to be sorted by an old black hat.

"I want to make you and mother proud of me."

Draco smiled lightly at that and patted his son on the back.

"Make yourself proud, Scorpius, I will surely feel the same."

Draco gripped his son's shoulders and pulled him closer.

"For your own good, make some new friends. There are other families besides the Zabinis and the Goyles. The best friends you can make, they will challenge you."

Scorpius nodded as Draco continued with his speech.

"Don't be afraid of the Weasleys and Potters, they're just as afraid of you as you are of them. I wish I had made friends with them in school; that would have saved us all a lot of hardship…"

Draco took his eyes off his son, staring out the window; a falcon of some kind was eating a gnome in a Beech tree, a good omen if his conversations about Divination with Pansy taught him anything, though she often said it meant "some bloke's getting a good shagging". He turned back to his son.

"We'll leave soon, say good bye to your Grandmother, yes?"

"Yes, father."

Scorpius slid off his bed, standing up and then walking downstairs. The light click of his heels on the stone stairs as he approached his mother and grandmother who were talking about the next gala event that Scorpius would be, luckily, missing. He hated those things, he couldn't breathe right with the little black bow-tie that his mother thought looked 'darling' on him, then everyone wanted to see him in his robes that were too stuffy, and his shoes always hurt. But he kept silent about his discomfort, as his grandmother reminded him often; 'a Malfoy man has to a gentleman at all times.'

He often wanted to ask if his grandfather was a gentleman in Azkaban, but he held his tongue. The only good part was talking with his friends; Corbin, Bijou, and Clovis, but then Corbin's dad would start yelling about his friend who died in The War and then Corbin would have to go. His friend would apologize softly as he approached the floo.

He hugged his grandmother from the side; she then went on a spiel about the 'proper way' to receive attention. Scorpius was ready to leave now.

Rose

Every year's journey to King's Cross Station was markedly different, but there was always a common thread: the Potter-Weasleys' last minute mad dash for platform 9 ¾. A strange and frustrating family tradition since Arthur Weasley's time in school, there seemed no way to avoid it. This did not amuse Rose who did not like to be late, and certainly this was unacceptable to her. As her cousins and sibling gasped for breath, she merely huffed in exasperation; her hair was a rouge mess as it had been that morning. She tugged on her mother's skirt.

"Mommy, my hair is messed. Could you charm it for me?"

Hermoine smiled at her daughter, they also had the same untamable mane, she flicked her wand and Rose's locks took shape once again. Rose smiled and hugged her mother's waist tightly.

"Thank you, mommy."

"Rose", her father whispered to her daughter after kneeling to her ear. "Do you see that ferret-looking man over by the front of the train?"

Rose nodded, knowing her father meant Mr. Malfoy though he was still childishly referring to him as 'the Ferret' like some low-key super villain.

"So, that's little Scorpius. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains." Hermione smacked him playfully.

He and Rose laughed together.

"Don't worry daddy, I'll show him what a Weasley can do."

She turned with her trunk and waved to her parents, giving Hugo one last hug. Albus and her other cousins had already boarded, so she began to search the compartments for signs of the clan, though they would likely take 2, maybe 3 compartments. She peered into a compartment window, raised on the toe of her black leather shoes, about half way through the trains. Suddenly, she felt an impact and then she was on her back, her trunk lying to her side.

"What the-"

She had wanted to say 'fuck', she did not know her company, but then she saw him. She stood quickly, dusting off her dress. His platinum blond hair, slicked back with far too much hair product, his unblemished pale skin that was only shades from unhealthy looking, and his beautiful silver eyes. Her eyes scanned all of his features, but came to rest on his pouting pink lips.

"Fuck…" her lips let slip.

Scorpius

"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. Rose Weasley, yes?"

Scorpius smiled weakly as he offered his hand to help her up. But the fire-headed girl stood up under her own will, looked him up and down, Scorpius felt unsure of what to do. She hadn't replied and she had rejected his help outright, 'are we already enemies?' This thought only further unsettled the boy.

"I'm S-S-Scorpius Malfoy, are you alright?"

He didn't expect what happened next. The girl took a step toward him, which Scorpius took one back in reciprocation, a smile spreading across the girl's face.

"I know you may have some misgiving about my family but I'm sure we can be f-fr-"

He was stopped short as the girl's hands shot out, gripping his collar, driving the thin, blond boy back.

"Shut up, you prat. I demand an apology-"

"I d-d-did! I did!" Scorpius stammered out.

The smile, the one that Scorpius was beginning to dread, grew once again.

"Not one of those half-hearted apologies. You are going to owe me…"

"What do you want? Money? Chocolate frog cards? Not my pocket wa-"

He was silenced by pink soft lips, crashing onto his. A small moan escaping his lips as Rose released his mouth in order to speak.

"I just want you. I want all of you."

A/N: A lot of people would review that Rose or Scorpius or children in general aren't attracted to the opposite sex at 11. I just wanted to throw my two sickles in; everyone is different. I, personally, was always attracted to women, I wasn't aware of sex until I was 12, but I knew that I wanted to get married and kiss a girl.