Hello Readers:
This story is my first scorose story that I intend to finish, with lots of OCs; I hope you like them as much as I liked creating them! For the purposes of this story Rose is Ravenclaw, Scorpius is Slytherin, Albus is Gryffindor and all of them are in the same year. They start in sixth year and their story continues through to seventh year. Along with the three of them, we have:
James Sirius Potter - Gryffindor Seeker, Seventh Year
Elaine Finnigan - Slytherin, Seventh Year
Candace Longbottom - Hufflepuff, Sixth Year
Jean Alexander Smith Cosgrove III (Smitt) - Slytherin, Sixth Year
Penny Ross - Ravenclaw, Rose's best friend, Sixth Year
Lysander Scamander - Slytherin, older twin brother of Lorcan, Sixth Year
Casey Tran - Ravenclaw, Sixth Year
Lorcan Scamander - Gryffindor, younger twin, Sixth Year
Veera Thomas - Gryffindor, Seventh Year
Andriya Masterton - Ravenclaw, Sixth Year
Naomi Featherwood - Ravenclaw, Sixth Year
Etienne Richards - Slytherin, Sixth Year
Cody Timberby - Slytherin, Sixth Year
Well first off he's not her enemy she says. In fact, he's almost, just almost, the opposite of that. She needs him, but not that way. She strives on his competition, his actions, and his emotions. Without him, she would be the Rose Weasley that tops everything and everyone. With him, she's second best. It drives her mad. His cool smirks and generally emotionless demeanour contrasts with her cheerfulness and wild Weasley temper. It's as if they had nothing in common at all. Albus Severus Potter, her favourite cousin (and conveniently his best friend) would beg to disagree.
After five years at Hogwarts, Albus had concluded that he would rather they remain indifferent towards each other. Hardheaded stubbornness was a troublesome thing; it could tear the world apart if they were to disagree on anything. Albus had told Rose that he liked the way she and Scorpius silently interacted with each other. Rose just nodded. Albus was glad she didn't call him out on something because he was always trying different ways to get them to talk; it wasn't like he didn't want Rose and Scorpius to be friends. He was always between the both of them and he knew that someday they would have to stop pushing everything on him the way they did. They would get over this childish behaviour and he had faith it would happen soon.
They were at The Burrow for one last dinner before sixth year started. Rose's entire family was there, adding up to more than fifteen people (kids alone) at the table. Her eyes scanned the crowded place and landed on James Sirius Potter, oldest of the Potter children. She found herself smiling as she overlooked his messy black hair and hazel eyes. Playboy and Gryffindor seeker all in one never looked so good (as Rose hasn't walked a hallway once at Hogwarts without hearing a girl say his name).
Albus stepped into her line of view, hastily swallowing bits of food and ducking from the harmless tickling charms coming from Grandma Molly's wand. He had lighter hair than James and it was pressed into a cap. Uncle Harry found it useless to wear a cap if it was worn backwards but nothing could be done about it since it wasn't worth the fight and Albus insisted on wearing it like that. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and disappeared behind his girlfriend since October of fifth year, Candace Longbottom.
The Longbottoms were honorary "Weasleys" alongside the Finnigans and the Scamanders. Uncle Neville and Aunt Hannah were Rose's favourite family friends. Although Neville was Professor Longbottom for most of the year (in her least favourite subject no less), she was still more at ease with him than her transfiguration teacher, despite transfiguration being her favourite. Candace Longbottom had inherited her father's kindheartedness and her mother's beauty and it was no surprise that she was sorted into Hufflepuff. She did not, however, inherit any quidditch ability despite the famous chaser she was named after: Candace Kettlefaye, who played next to Rose's Aunt Ginny as a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. It was ironic really, with Albus being a chaser as well. What was more interesting however, was that in a crowd of Weasleys and honorary Weasleys, there was (much to Rose's disbelief), a Malfoy.
Scorpius Malfoy's platinum blonde hair was one of the many things that stood out to Rose, even with the blonde heads of her part-Veela cousins Victoire, Dominique, and Louis Weasley. There was also Scorpius's silence, which was easily noticed around her rather loud and crazy family. He stood up to say hello to her parents and her mouth parted as she fully caught sight of him from where she sat afar. He was now approximately six inches taller than she was from the looks of it, making him a good two inches taller than he was last year. Was it even possible for someone to be that tall and not have trouble breathing and thinking up there? She was only partly joking as her face formed into a slight scowl. Stupid smart Malfoy; how contradictory. Legendary in the classroom and equally as great on the field. Of course he just had to play quidditch too (she was certain he joined because of her and their little competition but she was a keeper for Ravenclaw and he was a seeker for Slytherin and there was little to no comparison that could be made from that). His lean body was anything but lanky, muscular even. Could blokes in seventh year, never mind a soon-to-be sixth year, even look like that? Her eyes fell behind Scorpius to Albus, who shoved Scorpius playfully. A bit more pushing later, Albus sat triumphantly on what used to be Scorpius's chair. Scorpius proceeded to kick Albus's legs up, balancing him just enough to tip the chair back into his hand as the chair thief falls off. Scorpius smirks down at Albus on the floor and hands him has cap, which he managed to take off Albus's head before he hit the floor. Albus secured the cap back on his head and they exchange a few words, causing a few of the people nearby to laugh. Scorpius grins at Albus before offering a hand to pull him up. Rose's eyes skimmed his contracted forearms and the veins that ran through it. Her eyes carried on upwards until they caught Scorpius's jawline as it clenched. Oh Merlin. He had definitely gotten more attractive. Rose's cheeks reddened. Did she just admit that he was attractive before? She was still the same Rose as she was last year, at least that's what Penny Ross, her best friend and fellow Ravenclaw roommate said when they met up last week and talked about their summers (I've missed you so much Rose, you haven't changed one bit!). Penny had gotten her hair re-dyed her original way after it started to fade. Her mid-length white and lilac hair had slowly turned brown again but Rose had noticed that Penny's body had also gone through some changes as well; she had gone from a girl to well, a lady.Penny had commented that perhaps the only thing different about Rose was that her hair had gotten longer and prettier; it was less frizzy now and more loosely shocking as it was for Rose to notice Scorpius for the first time in five years (aside from the "always beside Albus" thing), like really notice him, it finally dawned on Rose that he had beaten her at yet another thing; his attractiveness.
She must have been staring for quite some time because finally, when she snapped back into reality, his eyes locked on hers as if he planned to catch her there. She almost fell off her chair; the intensity in his eyes had made her feel like she was naked. Never has she felt so open and transparent when a chill ran up her back and along her arms. His alluring grey eyes darkened as they clashed with her sparkling blue ones and somehow she couldn't break the trance. She found herself grinning. Why? Something about the way he looked at her was different, not that it helped since she never really looked at him at all. He was just Albus's sidekick and best friend; it's not like she was supposed to know him really well anyway.
At this point many thoughts crossed her mind and Rose's eyes dropped to the floor in front of her. Was he still looking at her? She realized then, in a moment of clarity, that she knew him better than she knew anyone else. How is it even possible?
It was weird to admit that she noticed the different smirks he had for different occasions and the way he touches his ears when he was thinking hard. Then there were his hands. They were stuck in his pant pockets again. She could almost picture his perfectly slender piano fingers; how his knuckles turn an even whiter shade than his skin tone when he clenches his fists, and when they run through his hair absentmindedly. Were his hands soft? How about his hair? It seemed she wouldn't ever find out. She glanced up towards him as his forefinger itched the bridge of his nose, just underneath his forehead. A smile graced her features once more. Surely it was pure attraction. It had to be. She hasn't even had a proper conversation with him for Merlin's sake! Their eyes were lost in each other's once more as he glanced her way and she felt as if his moon was controlling her waves. After five years of unreturned smiles and not-so-innocent smirks, sarcastic scoffs, and meaningless stares, Scorpius Malfoy winks ever so subtly at her and smiles back.
Don't worry, I didn't forget about the rest of the Weasley-Potters (that still attend Hogwarts)!
Lily Luna Potter - Fourth Year, Hufflepuff
Hugo Weasley - Fourth Year, Gryffindor
Fred Weasley II - Seventh Year, Gryffindor
Roxanne Weasley - Fourth Year, Gryffindor
Lucy Weasley - Fourth Year, Hufflepuff
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