They met when they were 11 and too innocent to know better. The girl with a river of liquid fire crowning her brilliant head, and the boy with shining storm clouds for eyes. The girl with two famous parents, the boy with an infamous father. The girl with an army of relatives who would obliterate anyone who tried to hurt her. The boy with an absent mother and a father with a blackened past, a grandfather who had disowned the boy's father, a grandmother who had divorced his grandfather to protect the boy. The fire girl and the stormy boy met in a tumble of suitcases and legs. Neither of them knew how it had happened, but it made both of them forget the warnings planted in their brains since they were little. The fire girl looked up at the stormy boy and saw herself reflected in his eyes. The stormy boy looked at the fire girl's hair and recognized the fiery passion of his heart. They looked at each other and saw themselves.
Of course this made them bond instantly. If you see yourself reflected in someone else, it makes you curious. Especially if you are as smart as these two were. Rose Weasley, daughter of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, was both brilliant and mischievous. She was able to plot the most complicated of pranks in a mere 10 minutes, but she had no friends outside of her family, except her new barn owl, Finneas. Scorpius Malfoy, son of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass, was lonely but clever. He spent a lot of his time at home locked up in his room drawing in a sketchbook (which his father would burn if he found it) and playing with his new gray tabby kitten Daria.
The meeting was an accident, but both Scorpius and Rose felt like it was somehow meant to happen.
"Um, sorry! I can't believe it. I'm such a klutz!" Rose spoke quickly, trying to apologize to this boy with silky white-blond hair and stormy eyes. "What's your name?" She tried to make up for it by being nice. He smiled shyly at her.
"I'm Scorpius." He neglected to tell her his last name, for fear that it would frighten her off. Little did he know that she already knew him, and he already knew her, but he asked simply out of politeness. "What's yours?" She blushed.
"I'm Rose We- I'm Rose. That's all you need to know." She couldn't see the shift in Scorpius's eyes, but shift they did. And suddenly, he knew everything had changed, even though he only knew her name. A Malfoy and a Weasley, friends? It couldn't happen. It was impossible.
Wasn't it?
A/N: Hey guys! So sorry for the long hiatus. I have been so busy! This is prologue to a Scorose I'm writing, that's why it's so short. If you're one of my old readers, please let me know if I should update my other stories. If you're new, please review and tell me what you think! Again, sorry for the long wait.