I never really hated scorpius Malfoy, even though my dad tried to convince me to. He kind of just got in the way. He took away my best friend and favourite cousin Al's attention, since they were both in Slytherin house.
He was the only one to ever challenge me academically so I had to work harder, just to make sure he never beat me. In quidditch, I'm a beater and he's a chaser, and although I'm kind of amazing, he's bloody good as well. And he seems to think that it's a bloody brilliant idea to piss me off to the point where I have to be physically dragged away from him by my second best friend Jem before I'm sent to Azkaban for murder.
But still, I don't hate him. I'm just one of those people who find it impossible to hate anybody. I'm serious. I don't think I've ever hated anyone. But because we battle for top of year, for Al's attention, for goals in quidditch and about everything else we could possibly battle for, and we argue constantly in public on every topic from the correct wand technique for a wingardium leviosa charm (everybody says to use the 'swish and flick' technique but personally I find that swish, twirl and flick works much better) to great moral dilemmas like 'is it right to keep magical creatures in captivity so that a bunch of school kids can poke and stare at them?', everyone assumes I hate him, and I let them.
They don't have to know that I enjoy having him around at the Burrow in the holidays when we all go to visit Gran and Grandad Weasley ( and I mean 'all' of us. I have 13 blood cousins, one adopted cousin, and 3 family friends so close we may as well be cousins, and we all spend the best part of every school holiday at the burrow with Gran and Grandad Weasley) and that I don't mind being forced to work with him on every project at school since we're the smartest two in our year, and that to be honest, I quite like our teasing and name calling, I enjoy the way his eyes glint with mischief when he pulls a particularly spectacular prank on me, or when I have to think really hard to come up with a decent come back and he thinks he's beaten me.
But because of dads stupid school rivalry with Malfoy's dad, I can't ever be friends with him, because if dad ever found out that I kind of like scorpius, I would actually be murdered. In my sleep. With a blunt object. And so would Al to be honest, for introducing me to Scorpius. And all because he's a Malfoy and I'm a Weasley.
It's kind of obvious who my parents are. I'm tiny like my mum with her once frizzy, now curly hair, but my colouring is all dad: pale, freckly and ginger. As in bright orange, famous Weasley ginger. I'm also a perfect mix of them in my personality: a studious smart-ass like my mum, a boisterous trouble maker like dad. Many people think it must be great to be a child of two of the Big Three, and I love my parents, but after a while you get sick of people pretending to be your friends just to sell you out to the press or become more popular. I guess that's why I'm closer to my cousins than anyone else - they get what's going on and they would never betray me. Well, Dom might, but the others wouldn't. I'm a beater on the quidditch team and am well known at school for being tough and ruthless in games and outside of them, preferring to swing punches at those who insult me or my family than to hex them, though I am pretty good with a stinging jinx when I want to be, but what no one knows is that I'm a total romantic. A romantic as in head over heels, running off into the sunset, flowers, promise rings and long hand love letters romantic. But I digress.
My name is Rose Weasley, and this is, in the form of my diary from my last years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the story of how I fell in love with Scorpius Malfoy and subsequently lost everything.
A/N hey guys! So yeah u started a new story! I've got a few chapters already written, but let me know if you want me to continue this story! Love and hugs to all reviewers! Lots of love, KitKat xx