I hate Scorpius Malfoy.
At least that's what I thought.
We had been at constant war ever since our dads plotted us against one another when we had first gotten onto the train at Hogwarts. I remember how I had sat in that compartment with Albus, gazing out the window, excited to learn magic. A blonde boy with startling gray, almost silver, eyes had popped his head in.
"Uh... Can I sit with you?" he asked nervously. I looked at him curiously, trying to figure out who he was. "Sure," I replied. "I'm Rose, and that's my cousin, Albus."
Albus just grunted, his mouth full of pumpkin pasties from the trolley.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the boy. His face had gone paler, if that was even possible. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "Erm... no," he replied. Much too quickly, in my opinion.
The train ride continued in silence. When we got off, everyone dispersed to either the carriages or to the boats. It was only then that I realized that I had never learned the strange boy's name. Platinum hair, pale skin, gray eyes... it struck me then that the boy was Scorpius Malfoy.
ScorpiusMalfoy. The one that my dad had told me to beat in every test. The one who's father had been there when my mother was scarred for life.
And I had let him actually sit in the same compartment as me!
Right before dinner, all the new first years were jittery and excited, not wanting to stand still. I could see Malfoy in one corner, looking nervous. But then I saw Albus go over to him, and I could almost see how they would be best friends.
I, of course, was sorted into Gryffindor along with Al. But what surprised me most was that I was joining my supposed-to-be enemy at the long table. Malfoy had been sorted into Gryffindor!
It wasn't possible. I mean, he's a Malfoy, for Dumbledore's sake.
And now, six years later, I'm still wondering how he managed to sort into Gryffindor. Well, okay, maybe I haven't been wondering. He isquite brave, I have to admit. But still.
"Hey, Rosie-posie," a voice called. I turned around to face a 17-year old Al, looking so much more confident then he had been when we first came to Hogwarts. And along with him was the person I wanted to see least.
"Hi, Ally-pie," I said cheerfully. Then, my voice losing all its warmness, I nodded curtly and said, "Malfoy."
He nodded in return. Al rolled his green eyes. "Guys, come on. You're still not going at this rivalry thing, are you?" he said. My cousin then got a sly, mischievous look on his face. "Everyone knows you're destined for each other!"
Before I could react, my idiot of a cousin ran off, giggling like a nine-year old girl. I sighed. "See you around, Malfoy," I grumbled, and walked off.
As I went away, I couldn't help but quickly glance back over at the platinum haired Head Boy. He saw me looking, and gave me a smug grin. I snapped my head back forward and stalked off.
I was supposed to hate him. I mean, we're pretty much enemies on sight. We're not supposed to be friends. So what could I say to myself when I finally admit I'm in love with him?