Disclaimer: Anything familiar belongs to J.K. Rowling
It seems that my parents, particularly my father, seemed to be perpetually indebted to Harry Potter and his Golden Trio.
That didn't apply to me. Or at least, I didn't interpret it to.
Of course, I was civil to all their kids around my father. Hogwarts was completely different.
James and Albus Severus weren't horrible. Lily was worse than them, though. However, none of them held a candlelight to the disdain I held for Rose Weasley.
Roses were supposed to be light, flowery, pleasant to look at and romantic.
This Rose was not. One glance in her direction infuriated me – those despicable auburn waves, defiant icy blue eyes and the smattering of freckles across an upturned nose were far from pleasant to look at. She was headstrong and arrogant, thinking herself superior to everyone for what she was – the daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley.
Well I was the son of Astoria and Draco Malfoy, and I was not about to let her get under my skin.
I can say that determination failed. Particularly in our Sixth Year at Hogwarts.
This, my friends, is the story of how one wildfire of a girl tore down my kingdom. And it started with one sentence. Three words.
A/N: I love Scorpius and Rose pairings! Please review! How do you guys want this story written – third person, switching POVs, etc. I'm open to ideas, and I try to listen to everything.