It's not often that I put quill to parchment for a guy. It's not often that I find a guy whom I think is worth the effort. But, I have a feeling. This one, he is going to be different.

At first, there was nothing special about him. Nothing any more special than the rest of the guys I met at Carla's coming-out ball. He was another name, another handsome face. He took my hand when offered and, like the rest, kissed it gently. Soft lips brushing over the back of my hand. Like the others, he exclaimed that it was a pleasure to meet me and made me promise to save him a dance before he disappeared into the crowd. At a glance, this one was no different than the others. But, now I know differently.

I had danced, and danced, and even danced some more. My feet were sore, so I decided to seek out the loo as a reprieve from the dancing. I knew that there was a public bathroom on the first floor, adjacent to the ballroom. I decided, however, to go to the third floor and visit Carla's room. I could steal some of her makeup and take my shoes off for a few minutes. She had this wonderful soft rug that I just loved to curl my toes into. I could use her personal bathroom, as well. I think I may have had some of my stuff stored in there and I had left my wand on her dresser after we had spent the afternoon getting ready for her party.

It had been great. We had gone out shopping for some last minute things the night before. We got home late and slipped into matching silk pajama sets we bought on my fifteenth birthday before crawling into Carla's huge bed. We had slept until noon, waking up and eating a large brunch. We had then begun the long process of getting ready. For the less important balls, Carla and I had always gone out and gotten waxes, manicures and pedicures.

This one, however, was huge. It was for her. She had finally reached the age of sixteen and her parents were throwing a huge party in her favor. They invited everyone from school and all their friends and their friends' children. The huge house was crawling with people. Because of its importance, Carla and I had planned to do everything together, the afternoon before. We sat in her huge bathtub in our bikinis, soaking in scented water and giggling in excitement. We waxed each other's eyebrows and did each other's hair. We listened to music from the wireless while we applied makeup and donned our dresses.

Then, it was finally time to go down to the ballroom. The guests were beginning to arrive. It was Carla's job as hostess to stand at the entrance and greet them as they did so. She made me promise, pinky swear, biting my thumb and everything, that I would stay with her until all of the guests arrived. She waggled her eyebrows at me, teasing that I may even meet someone. I was known around Hogwarts because of my high standards. I did not think they were that high! I was not willing to date someone who was not my equal intellectually. That guy was simply hard to find. Therefore, I highly doubted that I would meet anyone at Carla's ball but I did not have the heart to make my best friend face all of those people on her own. That was I how I ended up at the entrance to the Stragrazzi house, greeting Carla's guests with her.

She introduced me to each one as they entered into the foyer. This was where I met Scorpius Malfoy.

He was the son of friends of Carla's parents. I had not met him because his parents had sent him to school in America. Carla had not seen him in years. When I had seen his family on the guest list and asked about it – the Malfoy's were a well-known family because of their name, but they did not seem to be able to get out into society much – she had told me about them. Apparently, his father had been disowned in the war because he had refused to fight for Voldemort. After both of his parents had been killed by Voldemort's hand, however, and the despot himself defeated, Draco Malfoy had been restored as the Malfoy heir. He had married Astoria Greengrass not long after and their son Scorpius followed shortly.

I inquired about the boy. Carla laughed. She claimed that he was nothing special. Last time she had seen him, he had been too tall and gangly. He had acne and his blonde hair hung thinly over the tops of his ears. This was the boy that I had been expecting when Wendy had popped her tiny head in, large ears wriggling in excitement at all the people in the house, and announced that the carriage of Missus and Master Malfoy had arrived.

The young man who entered the room was not even close to what I expected. He was tall, yes and his hair was blonde. He must have grown into his body since Carla had last seen him because he was not gangly. Instead his body was strong and muscular. His blonde hair fell over his forehead, just barely brushing the lids of his gray eyes. He was handsome and I enjoyed looking at him just as much as I had enjoyed the appearance of every other boy our age that had entered through that doorway through the course of the night.

It seemed that boys in the higher societies were more attractive than others. It must have been all the selective breeding through forced marriages in their family's pasts. It had probably brought out all the attractive features as dominant ones. Nevertheless, I was not short of attractive males to ogle.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy commented on how much Carla had changed since they had last seen her. Young Malfoy, like every other guy that night, grasped Carla's hand and kissed it lightly. After being introduced to me, he greeted me in much the same way.

After all the guests arrived Carla and I were able to enter the ballroom ourselves. We were each immediately whisked off to the dance floor. I danced for hours before going off in search of a break. I had just left the ballroom and was about to mount the stairs when I heard voices coming from around a corner. One was tearful, female, the other, low, soothing and male.

I veered off my path, following the sounds. I turned the corner and saw the door to one of the family sitting rooms was open slightly. I crawled down the hallway and peered through the crack between the door and its frame. Ana was sitting on one of the couches, her legs drawn up underneath her, discarded heels on the floor before her. There were tears running down her face, making her mascara run in black streaks across her face. Malfoy was sitting beside her, facing the girl, murmuring quietly.

I entered the room. "Ana, what is wrong?" I was not lucky enough to have a little sister. Instead, I got stuck with Hugo. Luckily, Carla was more than willing to share Ana with me. The younger girl had become like my little sister.

She looked up at me and, at the same time, Malfoy turned around, a relieved look on his face. I moved across the room to sit on the opposite side of Ana. She immediately turned towards me and threw herself into my arms, sobs wracking her little body. I looked up at Malfoy in confusion. He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"David dumped her."

At the sound of his name, Ana let out a wail and began to cry harder. Ana had been dating David for three months, a lifetime for a twelve year old couple. The girl was smitten with him and, it had seemed as if he felt the same way about her.

I looked down at Ana, concern etching my features. "What happened, hun?"

She pulled away and raised her face to look at me. "He told me that I was not pretty enough. He said that… that Sophie was prettier and she wanted to date him so he was going to date her instead of me."

I looked at her, amazed at the stupidity of the opposite sex. Ana was a beautiful girl and she was smart, too. I told her as much. Malfoy nodded in agreement and patted the girl on her back. Her tears slowly faded and she began to gather herself together. Finally, she stood, gave each of us a tremulous smile, thanked us and left the room to go and fix herself up before returning to the party.

I looked at Malfoy, exasperation written all over my features. "Oh, that stupid boy. Ana is smart and after she gets over her despair, she is going to seek revenge." I peered curiously at him. "However did you get yourself involved in her mess?"

He smiled slightly before responding. "I saw her leave the ballroom after it happened. I was standing near the door and saw the tears in her eyes. I decided to follow and make sure she was alright. Unfortunately, I have little practice in the giving of comfort to teenage girls. Thank you for saving me."

I chuckled. "Ana is like a sister to me. There is very little I would not do for her. Although, you did not seem to be doing too badly for yourself."

He stood. "Well, thank you. We should probably be heading back. Will you dance with me?"

I accepted his outstretched arm and we returned to the ballroom. We danced together for the rest of the night. I found him to be wonderfully charming and witty. He kept me laughing at his little jokes for the entire time I was in his company. When he left, he kissed my hand again and expressed an interest to see me again. I responded, telling him that I would like that very much.

I woke up this morning to the tapping of an owl at my window. I let it in and untied the message from its leg before it flew off again. I unrolled the parchment. It was from Scorpius Malfoy. He asked me to a lunch in Diagon Alley later this week. I daresay I shall be accepting.

A/N: This is a little plot bunny that has been burrowing around in my brain for a while. This is going to be a series of snapshots from the lives of Rose and Scorpius. It will be from Rose's point of view, in the form of a journal. I have seven chapters outlined for this. If you have any ideas for important events in their lives/relationship, feel free to let me know and if I don't have it already and it inspires me, I shall add it and dedicate the chapter to you.