Authors Note:
This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. I am a massive Harry Potter fan and ship a lot of different characters. This specific story is about Rose and Scorpius. I will try to update it regularly. Hope you like it. I couldn't have done this without my best friend. Xx
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter sadly.
19 years after this story is set
Rose POV
"Corona" I exclaim from the top of the huge stairs of Malfoy Manor II. I should know where my children are but after moving to this huge mansion I just loose track of what their up to.
"Yes, Mummy" I hear her sweet voice reply
"What are you doing, darling?"
"Just reading to Leo, mummy"
I feel myself tear up. I remember those days when I used to read to Hugo even when he wouldn't be able to understand what I was saying.
"Ok, just don't do anything mischievous"
"Mummy, what does mischievous mean?" she asks.
"You'll learn soon, darling" She's so much like her father. So curious.
"Rose, love" Scorpius shouts lovingly from the basement. I love it when he calls me love.
"Yes, Scor" I reply
"Come down here, I need to show you something"
"Coming, darling"
I walk to the basement door and see it's open. I carefully walk down the basement stairs. We kept all our belongings and memories here when we moved. I see Scor on a ladder in a very precarious position holding a green box.
"Get down from there now, it's dangerous" I demand. He laughs and stares at me. My arms are crossed and I have a big frown on my face.
"You look so beautiful when your angry."
"Stop trying to flatter me Scorpius Malfoy"
"Oh sorry, I just can't help loving you, Rose Malfoy" he replies, smirking..
"Anyway, what's in the box?"
"Guess"
"Fine, Photos?"
"No"
"Just tell me"
"Diaries"
"Our diaries?"
"Yes, our diaries"
"Oh god that's embarrassing."
"Here's yours" he hands me my diary.
I open it and it takes me to my past…
Rose POV
It's cold outside which is not normal for the end of May. The summer quidditch match is on today so everybody is excited but I'm definitely not. Something is wrong and I just can't place it. I'm sitting in the stands while watching the Gryffindor team whizzing around on the pitch and showing each other tricks while Ava Wood, the son of Oliver wood who was once the team captain, tries to get everyone to pay attention as she goes though the game strategies. I should be up there with them having fun and clearing my head but at the moment I feel like flying will make my headache worse. On the other side, the Slytherin team is doing some warm up drills. I look up and see Albus, my cousin and the chaser of the Slytherin team, gliding down towards me. I feel like running because I know he's going to ask me why I'm not up there but I stay put. As he walks towards me with his broomstick in hand I see a courageous and stupid 14-year-old boy whose friendship I ended at the beginning of our Hogwarts journey. Maybe I should ask him to be friends again but I don't have the courage to do it.
"Hey Rose" says Albus panting after all the exercise. I don't reply because I'm not in the mood to talk.
"Rose, what's up? I know that look, I remember from when we were 9 that you had that look stuck on your face after Uncle Ron and Auntie Hermione told you about the war."
"I don't know what's up, Albus." I cry impatiently.
"Well you may need to practise, just saying." Albus says.
"Don't you understand, life's not just about Quidditch all the time. I have bigger problems on my mind." I exclaim feeling my irritation rise to the next level.
"Tell me"
"Why should I tell you, were not even friends anymore" I shout at him.
"Well…"
"Just go, Albus"
"Yeah, yeah fine but you know you can talk to me"
He glides away on his broomstick and reunites with Louis, one of my other cousins (trust me, I have a lot of them), and I turn away and fidget with the hem of my quidditch robes. Suddenly something clicks and I realise that I've missed those conversations with my former best friend. I knew that we would have to make up at some point especially after the events with the time turner. I just never realised how much I miss him. I had been wrong about Scorpius and maybe Albus will never forgive me for that. I was blinded by hatred because of the events that my mum had experienced in Malfoy Manor. I still dislike Scorpius but I would have to get used to him hanging around if I were to become best friends with Albus again. Maybe that's why I've been feeling down lately. I miss him, his lame jokes and his stupid ideas.
Scorpius POV
When the quidditch match is over, me and Albus have a celebration in the common room. We won, of course, but the chaser, the glorious Rose Granger-Weasley, didn't play as well as she normally does. Something was on her mind and I knew because I have been admiring her for the last 4 years. Something is also on Albus' mind.
"Albus, somethings up, isn't it?" I ask
"You know me too well, don't you" Albus sighs.
"What is it"
"Its Rose"
"You're not in love with her, are you?" I exclaim with a frown on his face
"No of course not, you weirdo," I mutter, "I want to become friends with her again"
"Ohhhh, that makes more sense. Just ask her whether she wants to be friends again."
"But it's not that simple"
"Yes, it is"
"Fine"
"But promise me that you won't make it awkward if we become friends again and ask her out for the hundredth time"
"I'll try to resist that adorable face of hers" I say with a smirk on my face and a mischievous glint in my eyes. Albus rolls his eyes and forces a smile as we join the celebrations.