Author's Notes: Oh my Rowling, I can't believe I'm writing fanfiction again. I haven't written in over three years and before that, it was another three years. Wow. Well, I've recently become obsessed with next generation fanfics, so I decided to write my own. It'll be Rose/Scorpius, from the perspective of Rose, but with a plot. I know everyone asks for reviews, but since it's been so long since I've written, I'd appreciate some constructive criticism. I want to thank Jade for inspiring me to write this. She has no idea that I'm writing it, but we plot and write head canons, and at some point, it turned into this.

Disclaimer: This is for the whole fic. Clearly, I do not own anything here, except for some made-up characters. If I owned more, I would obviously not be writing here.

I'm not sure where it started, to be honest.

Clearly, it was in my first year that Scorpius Malfoy and I became friends. Everyone was so shocked. And why wouldn't they be? Weasleys and Malfoys are not friends. They're enemies. They've been enemies forever.

I blame the Sorting Hat. If it wasn't for that silly garment meant to divide all of the students, this never would have happened.

But maybe it was my dad's fault. My dad had told me not to get too friendly with Scorpius, and people have told me before that I'm kind of a rebel.

I still feel like maybe it was that first time in Herbology though.

Or maybe it was all three events that, separate, mean nothing, but together, equal a friendship.

On the train to Hogwarts, I sat with Albus. It was just the two of us because our cousins waved us off, telling us to go meet other people. I think they just didn't want to hang around with first years. Albus and I were best friends since birth. We're the same age, so everyone expected us to be Gryffindors together like our parents. We were almost forced to be best friends.

Then Albus went and destroyed the plan because when he was Sorted, he got placed into Slytherin. Slytherin! Albus wasn't the first non-Gryffindor Weasley, even in our generation. Molly, my cousin from Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey, was a Ravenclaw. And Louis, my cousin from Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur, was a Hufflepuff. But he was the first Slytherin, and I knew from his face that he did not feel happy about that.

When I went, one of the last, of course, I also was not Sorted into Gryffindor, much to my surprise. I was placed in Ravenclaw. I thought my parents would be upset, but they were really quite happy. I think Dad was just happy I wasn't a Slytherin, to be honest.

So with Albus being a Slytherin, and me being Albus's best friend, it's only natural that I would also become best friends with his best friend, right?

It wasn't just that though. I first met Scorpius the next night at dinner. Since 1 September was a Friday that year, we had the whole weekend to mingle before classes started on Monday. Albus kept waving me over while I tried to enjoy my treacle tart. Abandoning my dessert, I walked over to the Slytherin table where he introduced me to Scorpius Malfoy.

I'm not sure I'll ever forget that moment. Scorpius and I both looked each other up and down. I had heard a lot of stories about the Malfoys from my parents. Unlike Albus, I wasn't much of a forgiver. You can thank my dad for that. Yet Scorpius looked so innocent. He almost looked… afraid of me.

Dad's warning not to get too friendly rang in my ear, but I ignored it when Scorpius reached out a hand for me to shake. "Rose Weasley," I had said, grinning, proud to be putting my family's prejudice behind me. I would be more adult than my parents ever were. Perhaps that was why I was in Ravenclaw. I was too level-headed to be a Gryffindor.

"Scorpius Malfoy," he replied, looking closely at me. "You've got something in your teeth." He continued. Horrified, I dropped my hand and ran back over to my table where I used a spoon as a mirror to clean myself up. I also tried to off myself with it, but it didn't work so well.

Needless to say, the next time I saw Scorpius in Herbology on Monday, I ignored him. I even ignored Albus, too, because they were so close to each other. I could not talk to one and ignore the other. Instead, I stood with my new Ravenclaw friends, Penny Waller and Jackie Davies.

Still, he drew my attention when Professor Longbottom asked us a question and he, Scorpius Malfoy, not me, answered first. Once again, I heard my dad's words, telling me to beat him in every test. My face was bright red and I wanted to cry because how could I already have failed my father twice in just a few days? I did not get in the house he wanted and I did not beat Malfoy yet. Still, I held it together and vowed to spend more time in the library. I would beat him.

For weeks, it seemed that Scorpius had the same idea I had. I saw him spend the same amount of time in the library that I did. We, of course, were at separate tables. Sometimes Albus sat with one of us, or sometimes my friends sat with me, but mostly it was him all alone at a table and me all alone at another table.

By the third week of this, I kept catching Scorpius looking at me, which made me blush every time, wondering if perhaps there was something on my face. Eventually that night, he came over to me and asked me a question about our History of Magic essay, "I'm rotten at this stuff," he said. "I try to stay awake, but Professor Binns makes it so difficult. It doesn't help that Al is always passing me notes."

And I laughed. Our History of Magic essays lay forgotten for the rest of the night, and the two of us talked.

Is it weird to say that he and I became friends over History of Magic? I think it's true though. I guess there are a lot of weird things about Scorpius and me.

"Rose… Rose… Rosie..." The boy in question waved his hand in front of me, using the nickname he knew I hated from anyone but my father.

I blinked several times, coming out of my memories. It was no longer first year. No, I was a seventh year now. Head Girl at that, too, I couldn't help thinking without pride. My parents were happy beyond words, of course. My father never returned for his seventh year and my mother did, but she apparently told Professor McGonagall, who had taken over as Headmistress for that year, that it would not be fair to take it away from someone who did not drop out of school.

"Rose!" Scorpius snapped his fingers in front of my face. Oh, right, getting carried away again.

"What?" I asked, now annoyed. I could hear Albus chuckling and I rolled my eyes. I really needed to hang out with girls more often. Boys were too annoying.

"I wanted to know what, or better yet, who you were fantasizing about," Scorpius replied, a lazy smirk on his face.

Without thinking, I replied, "You," before my face turned a beet red. Scorpius's cheeks also turned a delicate shade of pink, and Albus laughed even more.

"That's not what I meant," I hastily replied, trying to rectify the situation. "I was thinking about first year and how we all became friends." When Albus did not stop laughing, I continued, "I was trying to remember how I became so unlucky as to have to put up with mates like the pair of you."

Scorpius shook his head, now also laughing, "I remember. You had something in your teeth, didn't you?"

How did he remember that? My face burned even brighter and I was sorry I said anything at all.

"It was because of Slytherin Potter here," Scorpius continued. "Really, this boy kept me up all night going on and on about how his cousins and parents and brother and sister would all be so disappointed in him and he knew it was his father's fault for naming him after a Slytherin and he should have fought harder with the Sorting Hat. He kept saying how you would not want to be his friend anymore."

Now it was Albus's turn to blush as I laughed. "I wasn't going on and on. Just mentioned," Albus said. The way his eyes could not meet either of us made me believe that Scorpius probably did not get any sleep that night. Well, Albus could really drone on a lot.

"So is that why you looked so awful and pale the next day, Scor? Because my cousin kept you up?" I grinned wickedly at the implication. Everyone knew that Scorpius and Albus were as straight as arrows. They would have to be with all of the girls they go through week after week.

Scorpius looked down with his left eyebrow raised and I knew I was going to get it now, "Weasley, did I not just remind you that you had something in your teeth? What's your excuse for your appearance the next day?"

I flushed again, trying to come up with an excuse but my mind was blank. Eventually, I whined, "You're the worst Head Boy ever."

It had come as no surprise when Scorpius and I were made Head Students for the year. We were the top two students in our year since we started. Don't ask who's first. It's constantly changing and it's a fierce competition. It slowed down a bit in fifth year when we discovered hormones and that it's more fun to snog someone than to study, but even still, we managed to keep our grades up.

Scorpius tugged gently on one of my red curls, "Worst Head Boy for the worst Head Girl." He was so snarky sometimes.

Albus, who had grown bored of our teasing, looked out the window, "Crikey, we're almost there. We better get changed."

When sitting in a compartment comprised of two boys and a girl, we learned a long time ago that it was easier to come half-dressed. I wore my black school skirt, a white blouse and my black heels. The boys wore their black pants and white dress shirts. Then when neared Hogwarts, we'd put on our vests, ties and robes. It was much easier than changing out of muggle clothing because then you did not have to wait around for an open stall in the loo, or worse, change in front of a cousin or a member of the opposite sex.

We talked straight through the rest of the train ride until we reached the train station. We left our trunks on the train as instructed, as if we did not already know by this point, and walked to get a carriage ride. I knew from lessons that thestrals pulled the carriages, but luckily enough, I could not see them.

A sad thought struck me as I clambered into the carriage without managing to flash anyone (a feat that takes practice), "Do you realize this is our last time we'll be arriving on 1 September? I can't believe it's our last year!"

Scorpius rolled his eyes at me, "Rose, are you going to start crying on us now? I haven't a hankey to lend you and even if I did, I wouldn't since that's disgusting."

I punched him in the arm. People always tell me I'm violent, but I'm just a girl, so I know it doesn't hurt, "I am not going to cry. I'm just trying to get you to appreciate it."

Albus didn't say anything and I could tell that he was trying to hide how sad he was. At least someone understood how important this was. He finally looked at me, "But we're going to our last opening feast!"

I nodded, trying not to look too sad myself. I was about to give him some comforting words when he interrupted me, "But I love the opening feast. Next year, I'll have to make my own food. I hate cooking. I wonder if I can get my own house elf…"

I sighed as he trailed off.

Why was I so unlucky to have guys for friends?