Disclaimer: Rights to JK Rowling.. a true legend! Credits to Soniia for the idea about the Whomping Willow which will appear later in the story.

Please review! Oh and everytime you read the word 'O', I meant to put OWLs. For some reason, it replaced them with an O. I dunno.. I can't fix it, sorry.

"Hello, darling. Have a nice summer?" I could hear the words smothered in sarcasm. Oh, I hated to hear that drawling, perfectly word pronounced, yet somehow chavesque, evil, snarling voice of his. That utter creep. Scorpius Malfoy.

"Yeah, perfect." I muttered, finding a carriage as I walked through the train. He kept following me. Stalker alert.

"I see, you've gotten so much prettier. Hair even more gingery and frizzed than usual. Bomb exploded in it?" He continued, his eyes lighting up with delight as insults sprung out from his mouth.

I sat down in a seat facing the window.

"Just leave me alone, okay?" I said, turning my face to the view I could see through the window. I was only greeted by Malfoy's pointed, pale face - his reflection, grinning at me maliciously.

He smirked, knowing I was defeated, and walked off. I scrunched my eyes, glaring at the back of him, hoping my hateful gaze would somehow burn him to peices.

"Lily!" I suddenly exclaimed, my mood brightening instantly as my jet black haired cousin and best friend approached and seated herself next to me.

I gave her a hug.

"How have you been?" She beamed.

"Fine, fine. But Malfoy's being a total..." I replied. I really did struggle to find a word in the world that was suit the description of Malfoy.

Lily rolled her eyes, "Typical,"

"Oh, mum and dad said they send their love," I remembered.

"Yes, same here."

The train began to move. I breathed in, happy to be going back to Hogwarts. I really couldn't wait. I loved everything about Hogwarts. Even the worst lessons, though I may dread them at the time, I was always glad to be doing any lessons at Hogwarts. I adored the satisfaction of lifting my hand and getting every question right. I loved researching and writing essays, even though I tried not to act to enthusiastic about it because I was always seen as a geek. I loved going to the library, even giggling at Moaning Myrtle's annoying complaints, going to Hogsmeade, and talking to the House Elves, which now had quite a lot of freedom thanks to mum's organization, SPEW.

"Can't believe, this is our fifth year," I said in realization. Where had time gone, really? Wasn't it yesterday Dad had been saying goodbye to us, not to 'be too friendly with Scorpius' (ha, fat chance)?

"Yeah, me neither. It means OWLs, you know. Lots of hard work," Lily moaned.

"Do you know who are the prefects this year?" She added.

Here we go. Okay, I know that I shouldn't be upset. But I couldn't help it. How could I not be a prefect? I never landed myself in detention. I was in the teachers' good books. I constantly earned Gryffindor house points. Even Lily, what the hell was she not doing in the Prefect cabin?

"No," I replied, making a mental note not to frown.

"Chocolate frog?" Lily offered, handing me one.

"Thanks," I said, biting into it.

Lily turned in her seat to Albus.

"Do you know who are prefects this year?" She asked.

Albus nodded, frowning.

"Scorpius Malfoy, Jessica Spinnet and as for the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects, I don't know," He said with little enthusiasm.

I spluttered on my chocolate frog.

"Malfoy? Scorpius Malfoy?" I screeched.

Albus nodded.

I was disgusted.

Me, Lily, Albus, Hugo, James, Lorcan and Lysander all sat together at our Gryffindor table. I could spot Malfoy at the Sytherin table, sitting in between two other equally mean looking boys (but much less attractive than Malfoy) and they were all laughing about something.

Well, I soon realized that something was me, as they were pointing in my direction. I let out a tired sigh. How immature could they get?

Proffessor McGonagall clapped her hands for us to be silent. Slowly the chatter of the Great Hall died down. The sorting hat finished it's song. The sorting ceremony was about to begin for the first years. All of them looked extremely nervous, but of course I couldn't blame them. I remember when I had been sitting on that chair. I had been shaking. To be honest, I had expected to be in Ravenclaw, but I was happier to be in Gryffindor - with all the people I knew well, and following in the footsteps of my mum and dad and aunt and uncle.

The first girl sat on the stool, her knees shaking. McGonagall carefully placed the old sorting hat on her head.

"Slytherin!"

Applause errupted from the Slytherin table.

"Mark Creevey," the name was called.

"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat chose immediately.

We welcomed Mark to the table, people patting him on the back and cheering.

The sorting went on and finally ended, and then it was time for Proffessor McGonagall to say a few words.

She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses.

"This year, will be a very special year - for many reasons," She began.

There were whispers among the fifth years about OWLs.

I didn't pay much attention to McGonagall's speech, though I usually would - it was boring, long, and didn't talk very much about anything in particular. She just gave the usual warnings etc, about behaviour, and a lecture about the importance of OWLs ('If you do not pass a subject, you will not be allowed to take the subject in subsequent years. Therefore it is very important you pass. You must revise, give dedication, try your absolute best.' ) Everyone then became clapping and then we could eat.

On the way out of the Great Hall, after everyone was comfortably fed, I saw him directing first years to their dormitries.

"Come on you little fucktards, this way! Stop chatting!" Malfoy instructed.

Just typical.

I walked up to him, annoyed. How can he treat little kids like that? What would they think of Hogwarts, when they meet a prefect, who is supposed to be a good example, calling them a fucktard.

"Scorpious, what the hell are you doing-"

"Shutup, Weasley. Last time, I checked, you weren't a prefect," He smirked, knowing how badly I wanted the position.

"No I'm not, but you won't be either, when I tell Proffessor McGon-"

"Ooohh I'm really scared, Weasel." Scorpius clutched his heart (well actually he doesen't have one, but you know what I mean) in mock horror.

"I bet you just love this don't you? The power of being a prefect?" I said in disgust.

"As a matter of fact I do. Did I mention I can put you in detention?" He replied, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh shutup!" I said loudly.

"Listen kids, don't ever take orders from this girl. She's a little bit mad. And ugly. And swotty. And uptight. And thinks she's all perfect."

The first years all looked from me to Scorpius, like they were watching a ball pass in a tennis match.

"Yeah? How about don't listen to the arragont, selfish and vain guy who calls you a.." I stopped instead of saying the word.

"Can't even swear, Weasley? You're such a goody two shoes!"" Malfoy laughed to himself, directing the first years up the moving staircase much to their fascination.

"Oh yeah?" I suddenly felt very challenged.

I followed him up the stairs.

"Yeah?" He said, an evil expression painted on his face.

"You can fucking bastard, you-"

"OOooooooooo!" Malfoy said, acting all shocked.

"I've got better things to do Scorpious, than stand here and argue with you. I'm going to bed. Have fun torturing first years," I huffed.

"'Night darling, happy dreaming about me..." Scorpius winked.

Vain, unintellegant.. ugh. I couldn't even think of a word to describe how much I despised that boy.

"You wish." I snorted, turning on my heel and heading to the girl's dorm.

"What took you so long?" Questioned Lily, already in her pink silky pyjamas.

"Bickering with the scorpion," I muttered, squirting toothpaste onto my toothbrush. At the thought of Scorpius, I squeezed the toothpaste so violently hard a hu-ge amount came out, going all over my PJs. I sighed and muttered a spell to clear it up.

"Nothing's changed, I see," Lily sighed.

I climbed into my four poster bed.

"Isn't it nice to be back though?" I yawned.

"Yeah," Lily smiled. "I can't wait to start lessons. See our teachers again."

Wasn't that a bit of an odd thing to say? For Lily? I put the thought aside though.

"Night, Lil." I whispered in the dark, after I turned off the light with knox.

I pulled the bed covers over me though, and lit my wand. I read

defensive magical theory for an hour before falling into a deep sleep.

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