Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the Harry Potter series. Bummer.

Sixteen-year-old Rose Weasley raced down the abandoned corridor as fast as her skinny legs could carry her. She knew that running about the castle at this hour was entirely against the rules and if she was caught, she would most definitely get detention but at the moment, Rose didn't care. All she wanted right now was to get to a place where she knew that nobody would come to find her…and she knew exactly where that place was.

Through her tears, she almost blindly made her way to the second floor without being detected by any prefects and miraculously, she avoided being seen by the Hogwarts ghosts. If Peeves had even caught sight of her…

She shuddered. There wouldn't even be a person asleep in Hogwarts if Peeves had caught her. Rose decided not to dwell on that fact for too long. She couldn't get distracted. She was nearly there.

Finally, the old dirty door leading into the girls' bathroom came into view and relief flooded her as she slipped inside. Nobody was in sight—not even Moaning Myrtle. If Myrtle had been there, Rose didn't know what she would have done. She didn't exactly want to comfort a ghost that had massive issues with self confidence. Besides, from what she had heard, that ghost had had a crush on her uncle Harry when he went to Hogwarts practically in the Stone Age….and that was just gross.

Rose just didn't want to see anyone, whether dead or alive. For one thing, she's get into major trouble. For another, she didn't want anyone to see her in her current state. She was crying, practically bawling. And for what? A stupid dream. That was the reason she didn't want anyone to find her. She'd have to make up some kind of excuse for her behavior and Rose was a terrible liar.

But still…the dream felt so real. Rose tried to recollect the things that happened in her dream before she forgot.

She had been in the Quidditch field seemingly by herself at first in the dead of night, the full moon illuminating above her brightly. But something was a little off about the way the Quidditch field looked. At first Rose couldn't quite put her finger on it, but then as people suddenly appeared out of nowhere, filling every seat in every row of the stadium, Rose realized what was so different—instead of the stadium being filled with red Gryffindor, green Slytherin, yellow Hufflepuff, and blue Ravenclaw colors, there was just green everywhere. Snakes were hung on banners everywhere and every single person in the stands were from the Slytherin house. They all seemed to look down at Rose with sneers on their faces.

Suddenly, Rose could hear faint voices. The young Gryffindor girl couldn't quite place where it was coming from, but she could tell it wasn't from any of the Slytherins. It seemed to come from inside her head.

You're nothing, the voice whispered silkily. You're nothing and you'll never amount to anything. You may as well give up.

Rose hated the way the voice sounded so sickeningly sweet and yet it was saying something so evil.

"Stop," Rose had said weakly. Her worst fear was being seen as nothing. As egotistical as it sounded, Rose knew that she had a lot of talent, a lot of potential. She could be virtually anything she wanted to be…but that voice…it was making her feel otherwise.

You don't have any friends, so why go on? Do you honestly think that anyone would touch a filthy half-blood freak like you?

"Tha—that's not true…I do have friends, I do!" Rose said, her voice much louder than before. Yeah, she had friends…if Albus Potter, her cousin, counted.

Face it—you're better off dead.

"Wha—" the frightened girl began, but another voice, no, several hundred of voices began echoing off the Quidditch field walls. It sounded more like humming sounds as Rose realized that all the people in the stadium were saying something different, but all at the same time. The noise abruptively stopped and Rose was confused for a moment, but her face twisted in horror as she realized that everyone had their wands drawn and the tips of the wands were all glowing with an eerie green light.

They had all muttered curses. And Rose, being directly in the middle of the field, had nowhere to run. The lights suddenly shot out of the wands, coming at her at lightning speed. But to Rose, everything felt like slow motion. The lights hit Rose all at once, and the only thing Rose knew was pain…agonizing pain. And then…

She had awakened. Her face was pale and her bushy ginger hair was clinging to her face, which was dripping with a cold sweat. But she was awake…and she was nowhere near the Quidditch field.

It had all been a dream. But it freaked her out enough to dash down to the girls' bathroom.

As Rose sat huddled in a corner, hugging herself on the cold floor. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to keep herself from making loud noises as she cried.

"It was a d-dream," she stammered to herself. "Nothing more, so get a hold of yourself before someone comes in and—"

"Thinks your completely mad?" a cold voice offered. Rose's head snapped up, her whole body trembling. A few feet away stood Scorpius Malfoy, his arms crossed across his chest.

Scorpius was every bit like his father…or from what Rose had heard about his father from her uncle Harry and her own mother and father. He even looked like Draco Malfoy. He had neat, white blond hair and pale skin, almost deathly pale. He was skinny and had a very pointy nose, which always seemed to be stuck in the air. Scorpius wore the signature Malfoy smirk, which Rose had seen Mr. Malfoy wearing at Platform 9 ¾ whenever she was picked up or dropped off by her parents. Rose would have scowled back and then laughed at how he was wearing his striped green pajamas, if she weren't so miserable. She had never seen Scorpius without his robes on. He actually looked like…a muggle boy.

"Malfoy," Rose whispered. She meant to sound harsh and she wanted to give him the dirtiest look she could, but she imagined that her freckled face was contorted with grief.

Scorpius seemed almost disappointed that Rose wasn't rising to the occasion, but he seemed to recover as he huffed impatiently.

"Weasley," he spat. "What could you possibly be doing down here in the middle of the night? Is this some kind of Weasley fetish? Hanging out with the toilets?"

"Ha ha," Rose said through her ground teeth. "I should be asking you the same thing."

Malfoy seemed to struggle with words for a moment but then scowled at Rose.

"That's none of your business."

"You're right, it isn't. So if you came in here to do your business, then go ahead. There are plenty of stalls."

Malfoy seemed to flush, but he kept his nose up in the air as if looking down at her would damage his dignity.

"You know what? I don't care what you're doing down here. Just get out now," he commanded heatedly. Rose wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and gaped at Malfoy open mouthed.

"You get out. This is the girls' bathroom! Though, maybe you should stay, seeing as you look like one…"

"How dare you talk to me like that, you filthy little—"

Rose had had about enough of Malfoy's banter and his insults. She was in no mood to talk to him, let alone any Slytherin. Before he could even finish his sentence, Rose roared and jumped up. Malfoy actually flinched and stared at Rose with wide eyes.

"Weasley, what—"

Rage taking over her fear and sadness, Rose pushed Malfoy to the ground with all the force she could muster. Malfoy fell to the hard floor with a loud thump, landing on his backside rather painfully, by the look on his face. He sat there for a second, rubbing his butt sheepishly before looking up at Rose. Scorpius looked as if he were going to make a snide remark or retaliate, but he seemed to stop himself as he looked up at Rose. Rose was about to ask what the hell he was looking at when her ears turned bright red as she realized exactly what he was looking at. Rose was wearing a silky white nightgown and her undergarments. She was certain that Scorpius could see right through her attire, and from the position he was in, Rose was certain he could see up her gown.

Mortified, Rose found she couldn't move. There was something in Malfoy's eyes that she had never seen before. She didn't know what it was, and she didn't have time to figure it out because Scorpius had gotten to his feet shakily and took a hesitant step forward.

In her mind, Rose was telling herself to run away as fast as she could—this was not a position she wanted to be in. Rose tried to protest but she found that she was like a deer in headlights, unmoving and uncomprehending. Malfoy was moving in closer and closer, though rather slow, as if he couldn't quite believe he was having an out of body experience. Rose knew she was having the exact same feeling.

But Malfoy suddenly began moving faster and before Rose could stop him, his lips crashed down on Rose's lips…hard.

He was kissing her with such fervor, such passion, that Rose suddenly came back to life, as if she had several cups of pure sugar running through her blood. Her hands moved as if on their own accord and began running themselves through Malfoy's hair, which was actually very soft. She could feel Malfoy's hands running through her tangled excuse for hair as well, but his didn't linger in her hair for long. Rose felt his fingertips run up and down her arms and then he was grasping her legs.

The sixth year girl was about to draw back and question him when she realized that he had literally swept Rose off her feet and he was carrying her. Rose's legs instantly wrapped themselves around the back of his legs as he carried her backwards until Rose felt her back slam into a cold, brick wall. Malfoy's warm hands were wandering under her nightgown now and reaching up for Rose's bra. He was touching her roughly now and kissing her so hard that Rose could tell that she was going to be bruised in the morning. She could feel the evidence of his arousal against her trembling body. Sweat was gleaming on her skin as well as Malfoy's skin.

A soft clicking noise could be heard and it took a moment for Rose to realize that he had just unhinged her bra. As Malfoy's fingers explored Rose's breasts in a feverish daze, Rose gasped against Malfoy's lips and pulled back swiftly.

Malfoy looked half crazy at having something taken away so suddenly that he was speechless for a second. Then he gave Rose his trademark smirk.

"What, aren't you having fun?" He leaned in to kiss her again, but Rose pushed him back and ran for the door.

"WEASLEY!" Malfoy called after her. Whether there was anger in his voice or confusion, Rose didn't know, but she didn't want to stick around to find out.

She bolted out of the bathroom and stumbled up the moving flights of stairs to get to her dorm. What had she just done? She was Rose Weasley. She always did the right thing. She always got top marks in her class. She never mingled with the wrong sort of people. She had never done anything like that in her whole life. And with a Malfoy, of all people!

Rose didn't even look up when she heard Peeve's voice.

Little Weasley out for a run,

Why don't you stay and have some fun?!

She didn't care what the ghost had to say. As eager as she was to get out of her room and be alone, all she wanted to do now was go back to her room and be with her roommates, even if they were asleep.

All she wanted to forget that this night ever happened. She only hoped that Malfoy wouldn't tell anyone…

A/N: I haven't written a fan fiction piece since I was a sophomore in high school. And now I'm a sophomore in college, so please go easy on me. It's been four years. I have been writing since I was twelve, but when it comes to fan fiction, it's not the same as writing something that came entirely out of my own head. Anyway, I've been dying to do a piece on the new generation. So please read and review. I would very much appreciate it. Thanks a bunch:)