Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. I also do not own Scorpius or Rose. However, I own this story idea and the characters of Josephine and Esmeralda. However, when I decide to give them surnames, I may or may not own those. However, I will mention that part of the disclaimer then. Oh, and the title of the story is credited to my friend Kaley and me. Also, the character of Josephine is slightly based on a character she role-plays as.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction in a while. So, I hope you enjoy!

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The candles were flickering brightly against the ornate, blue and bronze drapery in the spacious dormitory. All but that one candle had been blown out in the attempt to create a proper sleeping environment. However, Rose Weasley was too much like her mother to go to bed before finished the chapter in her book. However, this book was not just any, old textbook. It was not a magical mystery novel either. It was a muggle classic that her mother had given her just a few days ago during Christmas holidays. It was titled The Catcher in the Rye. So far though, Rose did find it rather odd. Well, she did not find the novel weird but she found the main character, Holden Caulfield, weird.

First of all, Holden insisted on wearing this hunting hat around. It was the oddest of things. He wasn't a hunter but he found the hat to be 'stylish' even though Rose imagined him to look like a complete dumbass. Rose had one of her eyebrows raised throughout the entire course of her reading. At the moment, Rose was reading that Holden was in a muggle thing called a taxi cab, asking the driver if he knew where the birds in the pond flew during the winter. It was obvious that the cab driver also though that Holden was weird. However, as she kept on reading, she found his character very entertaining. She also realized that his favorite catch phrase was, "ya crumby bastard." How appropriate.

Finally, Holden made it too his shabby, little hotel. The chapter soon ended and Rose finally decided to put down the book. She grabbed the piece of satin that she was using a bookmarked and placed it where she had left off. Then she scooted down into the bed, placed her pillow flat on the bed, and then fluffed it. She eased herself nicely into the soft down comforter under the blue and bronze, velvety cover. She sighed heavily as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Morning came bright and early that Thursday. It was freezing in the stone-covered dormitory and Rose was glad that she had her heavy-duty, gray socks on when her feet met the floor. She grabbed the new quilt that her grandmother knitted for her and wrapped it around her as she shuffled quickly to her trunk to get her clothes for the day. She opened it with a click and pulled out a collection of garments that were perfectly laid out next to one another. She stacked them on top of the other and then she used her sock-glad foot to push her shoes over to the side of the bed where she laid her clothing out.

She got dresses quickly, ran her brush through her curly red hair and then made her way to the girls' lavatory that resided on the right side of the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. She then brushed her teeth, washed her face, and adjusted this and that. She definitely wasn't a beauty with her curly, red hair and plain blue eyes but she knew that she wasn't a horror to look at. She did have a boyfriend for a short amount of time. His name was Nathaniel Smith and he was in hufflepuff and he was actually quite cute. She remembered seeing some of the seething girls that glared at her when the pair would walk down the hallway. She liked him because well, he was rather nice. However, things ended after two months of what Rose would have called 'puppy love.' Rose wasn't that disappointed but she could tell that Nathaniel was. He was quite bitter during their classes for the next two weeks. That was last year though, in her fifth year at Hogwarts.

She left the bathroom all ready for breakfast. She was pretty early because when she left, her dormmates, two of which were her best friends, were still sleeping. She made her way to the wooden door that led out of the common room and into a stonewalled corridor. She felt her worn, Mary Jane-styled shoes shuffle across the slightly lumpy stone floor as she made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. After a series of swirling staircases and hallways, Rose finally made it to the entrance of the Great Hall. The Great Hall was lacking in occupants. She definitely was early. She walking in quietly and made way for the Ravenclaw table. She sat down quickly in her and her friends' usual spot. They always sat in the middle of the table except slightly towards the front of the great hall where the professors dined.

She sighed as she adjusted her seating position on the long, wooden bench. Then she decided that she would start her breakfast. She scooped some eggs out of a golden bowl and tapped them on to her plate. She then took a few sweet biscuits from a golden plate and then put them onto her plate. She tapped some salt and pepper onto her eggs and started eating, without waiting for her friends. Usually, they waited a bit for each other but last night during dinner, Rose was reading her book instead of eating. She did get a few bites in before dinner ended but it wasn't enough. So, she was quite hungry. However, it wasn't too much longer that Rose caught sight of her two friends walking in through the entrance of the great hall. She smiled in their direction but knew there was no need to wave them down. They knew where she was. They had for almost six years now.

As the two of them approached, Rose turned her head to look at them as they made their way down the aisle and took their places across from her at the table. The taller of the two, Josephine, was the first to say anything to Rose. "Couldn't wait for us, yeah?" she said, with a delighted smirk on her face.

"I was so hungry, Joey. I couldn't wait any longer," Rose replied, chuckling a bit.

"Of course, you couldn't, Rosie. You had your nose in that book of yours during most of dinner. You only had too bites of your salmon. I counted," said Rose's other friend, Esmeralda, who was the shorter of Rose's two best friends.

"Well, it was getting really good, Ezzie," Rose pleaded, almost seriously.

"Whatever, Rosie," Josephine said with her elbow on the table and the side of her face in her palm.

Esmeralda and Josephine started eating and the three of them talked. However, they did not talk with food in their mouth for that was gross. They were talking about yesterday's Arithmancy quiz and how Esmeralda was sure that she failed it with puking colors. But, a drastic turn in their conversation approached when they could hear the most nauseating sound in the world, coming from the Slytherin table. A horrible, glass-shattering sob could be heard and all three of them grimaced as they realized they knew immediately who it was. The sob belonged to none other than Precious Pucey, Scorpius Malfoy's on-and-off girlfriend. It seemed as if everyone had their eyes on Precious Pucey even though they still carried on their morning conversations with their friends and housemates. Rose had to turn around to get a view of the scene, even though Esmeralda and Josephine had the perfect view of it.

Scorpius sat in the middle of the small, elite Slytherin group and it seemed as if the rest of his group was laughing so violently that they were either crying or falling backwards and off the bench. However, Scorpius only had a sour look on his face, as if he disapproved of his friends or of Precious, his ex-girlfriend. Rose really couldn't tell but at the moment, she kind of felt sorry for Precious. Not only was she humiliated in front of the school but she was given the most unfortunate name Rose could imagine. She had known Precious Pucey since their first year. She actually met Precious on the train to Hogwarts. She seemed nice, a little pompous, but nice. However, now they did not speak to one another, unless they were partnered up for something in some class. And of course, Josephine was the first to speak up.

"Precious Pukey is a tramp. From what I've seen, I think Malfoy should be glad to get rid of her no matter how much I dislike him," she said with disdain.

"But Joey, haven't you realized? You must have. Scorpius is so handsome," Esmeralda said dreamily as she placed her face in both of her palms.

"Of course I have, Ezzie, but he is a git nonetheless. What do you think, Rosie?" Josephine replied and questioned sharply.

"Well, I don't know. He has never said a mean thing to me," said Rose, shrugging her shoulders in a noticeable way.

"How can you say that he could even possibly be nice, Rosie?" Joey asked irritably, "He's the son of Draco Malfoy and he's in the group of dirty rotten Slytherins. Not to mention that he dated Precious Pukey since fourth year. He—"

"Yeah, Rosie. How could a guy that dated that piece of work be nice?" Esmeralda piped.

"Ezzie, I was just about to say that before you interrupted me," Joey said being quite annoyed.

"Sorry 'bout that, Joey," Esmeralda said apologetically.

"Joey! How are you so sure of yourself? Have you even made communication with Scorpius?" Rose asked Josephine curiously.

"Of course not! He's Malfoy! Wait! Wait just a moment. Did you just call him 'Scorpius?'" Josephine asked as if she had been horrified.

"Yes I did, Joey. That is his name after all," Rose said, nodding slightly.

"But—But, that's like showing him respect, Rosie! He doesn't deserve it," Josephine said in reply again.

"Whatever, it's just a name, Joey. Get over it," Rose said lightly as she finished her last sweet biscuit. Rose could hear her friend scoff and the other, she could see look from her to Rose several times.

"Anyway, I'm off. I'll see you in Herbology, Ezzie. Oh, and Joey, I'll see you in Potions," Rose said, as she made her way out of the Great Hall. As she made her way out, she saw Scorpius Malfoy rise out of his seat and also make his way out of the Great Hall and away from his snickering gang of friends. As Rose continued to make her way out of the Great Hall, she felt a small, emblazoned smile rush across her lips. She knew what was going to happen next. She knew that Scorpius was going to catch up to her and not say a word until she did. This had been going since the end of first year. Rose did not know how to describe it. It wasn't a taunting, teasing relationship nor was it a friendship. The only remotely correct way to describe it was a secret acquaintanceship. However, at times Rose felt it could be something more than an acquaintanceship. As always, Rose was the person to say something first.

"So, I take it that you were sick of those shrieking buffoons?" Rose asked turned her head slightly, so that Scorpius could not see her emerging smirk.

"They are not shrieking buff—! You're right. They are," he said as Rose could just feel the smirk rise upon his face. Rose and Scorpius were walking side by side now as they walked fairly slowly and alertly down the corridor.

"What exactly did you say to Precious?" Rose asked, nearly gagging at the disturbing name. Josephine was right, her name did sound like a name that you would give a lap dog. Rose inwardly shivered at the thought.

Scorpius was a bit startled that Rose asked something a little personal but he didn't object to this questioning. "Well, you see, she was trying to sit on my lap and I told her to stop. However, she refused to stop! I guess I just snapped and told her that I didn't like how clingy she was and how she was pawing me. She complained and then I guess I just told her it was over. After that, she ran out sobbing like a mad woman," he said and Rose could tell he was doing his best to not sound insensitive and shallow. However, Rose didn't blame him. She would have done the same if she were in his place.

As they talked and walked down the corridor, Rose looked at Scorpius in detail. She remembered seeing his father at King's Cross Station and realizing that Scorpius did look a lot like his father except for his eyes. He saw his mother with them as well and she realized that it was her hazel eyes that he had. Rose realized that she rather like Scorpius's eyes a few years ago. They were an odd color of hazel too. There was also a small, thin ring of steel gray around his pupils and Rose believed that is what set them off. His hair was also like his father's, flaxen and straight. Rose admired his features but not longingly like she knew a great amount of girls at Hogwarts did.

They continued talking and soon, they went to their different ways and before they parted company, Rose said what she always said.

"I'll see you in Potions."

Author's Ending Note: So, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed it. Please review this. I know it's not fun to review at times, but I am hoping to go somewhere with this and I want to know what you think. (: Thanks so much and stay tuned for more.