A/N: Hey, this is my first multi-chapter fic about Rose and Scorpius so I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter One
Scorpius Malfoy was stood on the platform nine and three quarters, leaning against the brick wall. His light hazel eyes stared across the smoke billowing from the gleaming scarlet train, staring at nothing in particular, just watching students and their parents bidding each other farewell. He had always loved the chaotic platform with its strange hoards of people and loud animals slinking in between everything.
He himself had never really had the 'traditional' farewell experience. His parents had always come with him every year (excluding this year) but his father had only been to head him off once. Since the war, his father, Draco Malfoy, had changed but of course other people didn't see it that way so his parents tended to avoid the crowds. His mother, Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass, didn't mind being in public as much as she didn't play any role in the Second War. His father stayed until the train had gone on his first year but all the years after he had said goodbye before going through the barrier. He preferred it that way, as there were less stares.
This year he had managed to convince his mother he could go to platform on his own, after all, he was of age now and he had to start doing things independently. His mother had cried for twenty minutes, in a hug he could not extract himself from, until she had finally let him go. He had grown up remarkably in the past couple of years; which several girls at school could verify. He was tall, even more so than his father, matching his grandfather, Lucius' height at six foot two. He was fairly broad shouldered, and his body was of muscle after years of Quidditch playing. His face was called 'aristocratically handsome' by some gossiping fourth years the year before. He had to admit he would have preferred to be called 'ruggedly handsome' but he figured only men in their early forties with facial hair ever got called that. His high cheek bones, strong jaw, straight nose and his piercing hazel eyes suited him just fine for now. His favourite feature however was his hair, it was slightly darker than his father's due to his mother's light brown hair, but it was still the most natural lightest blonde in the school. It seemed to lack the translucent white characteristic that his father and grandfather before him possessed. He didn't care for the slicked back look either, so his straight, slightly too long hair fell into his eyes.
At least he could watch people more easily if his eyes were masked slightly. He looked out to the side of him whilst breathing in the unique scent that purely belonged to the platform. Even through the steam he could make out the orange-ness of the Weasley/Potter clan. At least there were less of them these days as the ones in his year were some of the youngest. Not that he particularly had anything against them, Albus Potter was his best friend and he knew all of the family after staying with them and visiting during the holidays the past couple of years. In fact, there was only two Weasley's who didn't like him: Rose Weasley and her father Ron. Her father didn't like him out of a mutual grudge with his father but as he was an adult he didn't actually say anything negative towards him. He tended just not to talk to him at all.
Rose was a different matter altogether. She was Al's other best friend as well as his cousin, so they had always been forced to spend time together. Forced, being the key word in that sentence. She seemed to have inherited the Weasley/Malfoy grudge so the pair of them bickered and competed in everything. He enjoyed the little spats between the two of them and he had some news that would make her very annoyed. Very, very annoyed.
"Hey, Rosie," he called out as he walked towards her and her family. "I know something that will get on your nerves."
He watched as her big, bright red mass of hair whipped around and her face was seething. That alone brought a smirk to his pale face. Her bright blue eyes scrunched up in suspicion; he resisted the urge to tell her she'd get wrinkles.
"If it's that damn- sorry mum- song again," snapped Rose. "I swear to Merlin, I'll blast that smug smirk off of your ugly face."
"Oh come on, you know it's not ugly," grinned Scorpius, putting his hands into his black denim trouser pockets casually. "I promised I wouldn't sing that song after the pain you caused me last time anyway. Nope, I know something much more important."
"You might as well just tell her," said Al, walking away from his parents to come talk them. "I've been trying my hardest not to ever since the letter."
"Letter? What letter?" asked Rose, agitatedly. "I know you got the Quidditch captaincy so there's no need to rub that in my face."
"Well there's that as well," admitted Scorpius, running a quick hand through his hair. "But this is something you'll really get annoyed at; I got the Head Boy badge."
He had to bite back the laugh that was rumbling in his throat; her face was a picture. First she looked as though she had misheard him, then her face crumpled up in confusion and finally her eyes widened both in shock and anger.
"No!" gasped Rose. "You just can't be. You become a Gryffindor, then you joined the Quidditch team, became a prefect and now you're Head Boy; you're trying to ruin my life, aren't you?"
"You're Head Boy, Scorpius?" smiled Hermione Weasley, Rose' clever mother. Who Rose had inherited her intelligence, sharp mouth, facial features and big curly hair from. Rose however had gotten her bright blue eyes and vivid orangey red hair from her father (he had to admit if she inherited anything at all from her father, they were the two best features she could possibly get). "Congratulations. You're parents must be very proud."
"Speaking of your parents, where are they?" asked Ginny Potter, Al's mother. "I hope your mother's feeling well."
"Oh she's fine, Mrs Potter," said Scorpius politely, "I just wanted to come here alone for my last year. And thank you, Mrs Weasley, they are very proud of my Head Boy badge."
"You got the Head Boy badge?" asked Ron Weasley, in shock (although more reservedly than his daughter). Rose' father was the tallest of all the Weasley', the most easy to get annoyed but of course Rose had him wrapped around her little finger most of the time. "Does that mean you're sharing a room with my little Rosie?"
"Oh for heaven's sake, Ronald," sighed Mrs Weasley, to her husband. "He's hardly going to do anything to her! You know Scorpius, he's Albus' best friend and a rather nice young man who's never done a thing wrong against this family." Mr Weasley didn't say anything else to him but he did hear a low grumble of, "He's still a bloody Malfoy." Her eyes shrunk into a glare as she gave him a gentle slap on the arm, as they turned to talk to Hugo Weasley, Rose' younger brother.
"Hey Scorp," smiled Lily Potter, removing herself from her father's hug. She was a very pretty Fifth Year with straight, dark wine red hair and big brown eyes. She was short and slim with curves in all the right places. She was Al's little sister though so she was strictly off limits; not that he'd want to anyways. Lily was nice, but she was an attention seeking brat most of the time. "This summer just wasn't the same without you coming over as usual."
She sure knew how to bat her eyelashes. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Rose roll hers. He knew she felt exactly the same about her cousin. "I'm sorry Lily; my parents wanted me to spend the summer with my aunt and uncle in France."
"Such a shame," said Lily, playing with the end of one of her plaits. "I'm sure I'll see you at some time during the train journey. After all, you won't want to be shoved in the Head's Compartment with Rose all the way. You'd end up killing each other before we get to Hogwarts."
"Knowing them two, probably before we even get on the train," laughed Al, with the legendary emerald green eyes, which he had inherited from his father, twinkling in amusement. Despite not particularly enjoying being in the lime-light due to his father being the famous Harry Potter, he had unfortunately grown up to be the spitting image of his father. He had the same eyes of course (the only Potter child to do so), the same messy raven coloured hair and he was also of slim build. He wasn't as tall as Scorpius, perhaps around five foot eleven. Luckily for Al, he hadn't inherited his father's poor eyesight like his older brother James had; otherwise he would be his father's clone.
"I thought you were sick of their fights," said Lily confused. "You hate that you're best friends don't get on."
"I do hate it, but they get on in their own special way," grinned Al, slinging an arm around Rose's shoulders and pulling her in close towards him in a friendly hug. Rose was not amused. "I think secretly they like each other anyway."
"I don't think so," cried Rose, wrenching herself from her cousin's grasp. "Albus Severus you know I have better standards than that when it concerns my love life."
"Hardly," muttered Lily darkly. Rose glared at her; he knew the two cousins only tolerated each other.
"I didn't mean it like, Rose," said Al quickly, trying to keep the peace between everyone; as per usual. "I meant that if you too actually tried you would find out that you have plenty in common and could be friends."
"The only thing we have in common is that we both find me incredibly sexy," smirked Scorpius, with an elaborate wink.
"I find you arrogant, big headed, and annoying and several other words but none of them seem to resemble the word sexy," said Rose as though it was a rehearsed reply to a question she had answered several times before.
"Come on kids," called out Mrs Weasley, taking charge in the same way her daughter does. "It's one minute to eleven you best all get on the train now. Hugo, Rose if you don't write to use before the end of next week we will send a howler. Have a good term and you may see us on a Hogsmeade weekend if not Christmas. We love you."
"Have fun," smiled Ron, as he lifted Rose and Lily's trunks on to the train for them. "But not too much."
As Scorpius got on the train with Al and Rose, he waited with them by the window as they waved good bye to their parents and respective aunts and uncles. Lily and Hugo had already made their way to a compartment to share with Merlin knows which other Weasley's were still in Hogwarts. The shrill whistle echoed along the train, moments before it was in motion with the view of the platform whizzing past and merging into countryside.
"I guess you two have to go the Prefect's Compartment," said Al, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. "I'll go get a compartment to share with you when you get back. I really don't fancy sitting with my little sister."
"Sorry mate," frowned Scorpius. "I'm sure it won't take too long to do. I wouldn't want to share a compartment with your little sister either."
"She's probably the only girl you wouldn't," smirked Rose.
"Excluding yourself of course," grinned Scorpius.
"Of course," agreed Rose, with a sly smile on her face. "I'm always the lucky one.
"I do love you guys and all," said Al, walking backwards away from them. Scorpius couldn't help but be impressed at how Al's sense of balance. "But I'm not going to stand in the middle of the train corridor listening to you two have a go at each other. Besides, you should be ashamed of yourselves: the two heads late for the prefect meeting."
Scorpius couldn't comprehend how Rose's eyes could widen so much.