Chapter 1

"Come along, quickly please, we don't want to be late!"Hermione ordered, flapping her hands in excitement as she ushered Rose and Hugo towards the Hogwarts express.

"Really, you'd think it was their first day!"Ron said fondly, gently taking one of her twitching hands in his own.

Rose and Hugo rolled their eyes simultaneously. Their mum had always been like this, not wanting to accept the fact that they were starting their sixth year-two years to go until they graduated from Hogwarts. Rose felt a tidal wave of excitement very much like her mum's surf through her stomach. Or maybe it was the many dishes she had eaten at grandma's burrow. Rose followed Hugo into the train, slowly dragging her heavily stacked suitcases behind her with one arm. In the other arm she held a caramel colored, petite owl named Flyaway. As she entered the train, she was gob smacked at the amount of empty compartments-they were very early. Hugo went off to look for his friends, leaving her alone. She sat down in one, and was followed by Albus-surprisingly being trailed by a girl. Rose stifled a snort. Albus was not one to flirt-she must be special. The copper haired girl tentatively kissed his cheek, and gave him a little wave before backing out of the compartment to join her laughing friends.

Rose cracked open a book,(muggle treasures) and pursed her lips. "and may I ask who ever was that?"

"She's my girlfriend, Ella. She's a-"Albus started.

"Hufflepuff hottie? Gryffindor girlie? Regal Ravenclaw? Slytherin sweetie?" Rose and Albus looked up to find Dominique, Roxanne, and Lily staring down at them in interest.

Rose laughed. "Dominique, those are the worst house names I've ever heard!"she giggled.

Their compartment was now full. Roxanne stared at Rose's prefect badge.

"I knew you'd get it!" Roxanne smiled and patted Rose's shoulder.

Suddenly, a prick of understanding touched Rose's skull.

"NO! oh no-I'm late!" she yelled over her shoulder as she tore down the hall. "prefect meeting!"

She halted suddenly, slapping her wrists for a watch. Her hands dug through her open bag, and she collapsed against the wall in relief. It didn't start for another eight minutes. Powered by realization, she dove into her bag again. Where were they? She was sure they were here somewhere. Maybe she had dropped them. But those were her favorite books! She had been soo foolish to put a non-accio charm on them-so no-one else could summon them by magic. What would she do? It was her own tradition that she had made up, to quiz herself on the two books(100 chess, and muggle treasures)and now she had lost them! What ever would she do? If only-

"-and you seem to have-" Scorpious Malfoy stood before her with her two books clutched in his hands.

"Excuse me, but I didn't quite catch that.." rose started.

Scorpious smirked. "You seem to have dropped some of your precious chattels In your great escapade to the meeting room. So sorry to burst your bubble, but it starts in seven minutes." He handed the books to her.

"Well, consider my bubble not burst. Thank you, by the way." Rose smiled, her large brown eyes making contact with his gray ones. She stopped abruptly, sending a look of confusion between the two of them, but more on Rose's face. Why was she being so nice? Why did she smile? He's a Malfoy, for goodness sake!

He did not return the short smile. "Prefect duties." He stated simply, and marched purposefully into the prefects compartment.

Rose sighed, and followed him, a trickle of prefects already heading in.

To her dismay, the only empty seat was next to Asheline Darfsthow, a cocky Slytherin girl prefect. She was everything you could expect from someone so popular-pretty, skinny, but what not everyone mentioned was-she was mean. Cold, hard, like stone. Downright evil. And who was her main target? Rose weasley.

Asheline started to apply huge amounts of lip gloss, with the aid of a handheld mirror. She flipped her straight blonde hair over a shoulder and turned to a slightly disgusted Rose.

"Heeey, Rose..would you like, like me to give you a makeover?" Asheline dragged out the vowels in her words slowly.

Rose's face was frozen, and she glared at her, slowly shaking her head from side to side in a definite NO. She almost hated her. And that was saying a lot. Because to Rose Weasley, hate is a very strong word. She almost hated Asheline Darfsthow. She loathed makeovers. She knew what was coming next, and she detested every word of it.

"Ohhhh…well- that's too bad, because I really think you neeeeded it…" Asheline's words slithered across the room in a sickly sweet way. Every single prefect eye was on the pair of them-some laughing, some curious, mostly interested and intrigued by Asheline's performance. Rose reminded herself to let Hugo prank the watchers as much as he liked.

Asheline leaned in closer, her glossy lips forming a pitiful O. "You see…..noo uh-fence…darling Rosie, but why are you a prefect? Prefects are supposed to be pretty, skinny, and popular. You, unfortunately, do not own any of those gifts, unlike moi." She pretended to whisper, but stated it loud and clear.

Rose's stomach churned with worry. She couldn't agree more with the first two insults, but she was afraid Asheline was also correct on the third offense. She had no other friends other than her relatives and family….She was so caught up in her own whirlpool of thoughts that she didn't even notice what Asheline was doing. As Rose stared aimlessly at her own long hands, Asheline's were handling a fancy scripted, uncapped perfume bottle that drifted closer and closer to Rose's ducked head. The opening of the bottle tipped more and more downward until a couple of artificial-bubblegum scented drops splashed onto Rose's now facing upward face. Droplets of scented water dripped past her nose, landing in her eyes, and causing a very disgruntled Rose to splutter and cough. Before any more shenanigans could be done, a pale hand snatched the perfume bottle out of Asheline's grip.

"Prefect duties." Scorpious explained vaguely, and tossed a handkerchief promptly towards Rose before tossing the half empty bottle into the trash as he made his way back to his seat. His actions awakened the spluttering Rose. Had he been watching? Well, of course-every boy stares dumbly at Asheline. Nothing new.

But as the head girl stepped in and Scorpious' eyes were still fixated on her, she felt that it was something new. Rose felt her cheeks go red, and she looked away as he arched a pale eyebrow. What was happening to her? Never mind that, she needed to focus on what the Head Girl was saying.

"Today you are gathered to discuss what you shall do as a prefect." The head girl announced. "well, let me tell you now : As a prefect, it is your duty to subtract points only as needed. Disobey this and you will find yourself in a terrible, terrible situation." She cleared her throat. "Also, as a prefect, you will kindly patrol the halls of Hogwarts, catching any trouble makers, as we clearly do not want any whimsical pranks pulled this year, am I correct?" the head girl urged us to speak.

"Ye-es." We all mumbled quietly.

"Very well. I will assign partners:" she began to read off pairs, and Rose's mind drifted off to a different world, pretending to play chess in her mind.

"Rose Weasley, Asheline Darfsthow." The Head girl yelped, and squinted at the paper. "Oh, dear-I'm afraid we may have to add another prefect to that group- one prefect dropped out of Hogwarts at the last minute!" she exclaimed wildly, not sure of what to do. "Scorpious Malfoy, Asheline Darfsthow, and Rose Weasley, for Friday." She declared finally. "We have another meeting on Thursday- don't be late!"

Rose felt like a fish gasping for water as she tested her ear. Did she hear the head girl correctly? She hoped not.

"See ya on Friday, Rooster!" Asheline whispered in her ear, and Rose nearly jumped in fright. It cant be possible! Why? She would take anyone else, anyone! Oh, and Scorpious Malfoy too….!

"I'll just have to wait to see how this turns out." She said grimly as she stepped off the Hogwarts express. "But I have a feeling it's not going to be pretty." She muttered under her breath.