Authors Note. everything but the letters is going to be in bold because otherwise it was kind of hard to tell were normal started and letters started. Sorry.

Rose was sitting quietly, taking notes dutifully as always. She was still finding it rather hard to keep awake in Professor Bins' class. She was jerked from her thoughts as an object flew into her head.

She jerked and looked at the object. It was a letter, folded up into a little paper airplane. She opened it curiously and quickly wished she hadn't bothered.

Dear Weasley,

Has anyone ever told you what a huge head you've got?

Scorpius

She frowned and wrote quickly, using a technique she had taught herself when she was young she wrote quickly. She wrote and sent the letter back to him.

Her "technique" as she liked to call it was inspired by none other than Voldemort himself. She wrote and after the reader was done reading the words would disappear. Parent proof.

Malfoy,

Thank you for the ever polite letter concerning my "Huge Head" I shall ask around and inform you whether or not anyone agrees that you are a prat.

Rose

P.S. I've already know the entire school agrees.

She could almost feel his glare. If looks could kill…

Malfoy was a Gryffindor, much to her displeasure. Being in her first year and also in Gryffindor she had been raised with all sorts of prejudices against Slytherins.

One of the most famous Slytherin families being Malfoys. Yet here he was. A Gryffindor while her cousin Albus was in Slytherin.

She hated him. And he apparently hated her too.

Weasley,

At least I don't look like a beaver caught in the crossfire of seven jinxes.

Scorpius

Malfoy.

I can at least always say that my family has never been on the dark side. You've had a whole family save maybe one.

Rose

Weasley,

Really? you're going to pull that card? For your information my family turned!

Scorpius

Malfoy,

Only when it suited them and, even then at the last second. They were still dumb enough o join them in the first place.

Rose

She heard a clatter behind her and knew he had just gotten to his feet. She could almost feel the whole class wake up and look at him. She looked too.

There he was. Furious and coming up to her. She stood. They were nearly nose to nose.

"What are you going to do Malfoy? Hit me? That seems like something a Malfoy would do. Especially you father, Draco."

He looked at her with blazing eyes. His voice was low, quiet, and bloody dangerous sounding.

"I aught to Weasley. But that would only prove your point. I am NOT! A Malfoy. Nor am I my father. I am not my grandfather. I am Scorpius. The Gryffindor. You'd better remember that. I may not be as forgiving as my father."

With that he turns and storms out of the classroom. She hated to admit it but she felt terrified as to what he meant by he wouldn't be as forgiving as his father.

Once again she was working dutifully, however this time she was in her dorms. She heard a quiet sound outside the window, she opened it and another flying letter flew on in.

She was tempted to catch it on fire, yet opened it anyways.

Weasley,

I was thinking back on earlier today and it occurred to me…

You are the fattest, ugliest, most unappealing girl I have ever seen.

Thoughtfully, Scorpius.

The two other girls in the room watched warily as she furiously wrote her reply.

Every one wasn't sure of what to think of the young Weasley. She always seemed angry and so there weren't many who tried to get close. Of course she wasn't helped by the fact that all she ever seemed to do was read or study.

In fact after two months the outburst that morning had been the first time many of her fellow Gryffindors had heard her speak.

Her siblings and cousins tried to get her to lighten up but they all knew that there was only one person who had been able to do that since the incident when she was three. An incident they didn't like to talk about. And he was in Slytherin.

Albus simply had the magic ability to make people laugh. He wasn't even all that funny. Just, for some reason, he was.

Anyway back to the letter.

Malfoy,

Apparently you haven't looked in a bloody mirror lately.

You are the ugliest, scrawniest, pimpliest, most anorexic girl I have ever seen. Which makes you quite the most unappealing girl anyone has ever seen.

Love, Rose

Of course anyone could tell that there was anything but "love" or "thoughtfulness" in the letters.

Albus watched the Gryffindor tower from outside and watched as the letter flew. He laughed. He turned to James Potter, his brother.

"Would our darling cousin Rose be in a fight with a boy?"

James, the most likely to cause trouble everywhere he went merely grinned,

"For once its not me driving the family wild. Two months and she's said twenty one words. To Malfoy."

Albus grinned back as a thought occurred to him,

"At least we never have to worry about having a Malfoy in the family to cause trouble."

James laughed,

"Who needs a Malfoy when we have Weasleys and Potters?"

Albus merely laughed and looked back up at the tower. This was bound to be interesting.