Hey guys! I thought I'd start with a bit of an explanation. This is Romeo and Juliet, but with Rose and Scorpius. It may end the same, it may not, but it's based on the story, with a few twists and turns. Before we start I'm going to make a list of the main Weasleys and Malfoys that will be the basis of our Capulets and Montagues.

Weasleys/Gryffindors:

Rose Weasley

Hugo Weasley (Rose's brother)

Ron Weasley (Rose's father)

Hermione Weasley (Rose's mother)

Albus Potter (Rose's cousin/best friend)

James Potter (Rose's cousin)

Clarice Longbottom (Rose's best friend)

Steven Heartfield (James' best friend/Rose's potential boyfriend)

Malfoys/Slytherins:

Scorpius Malfoy

Draco Malfoy (Scorpius' father)

Astoria Malfoy (Scorpius' father)

Mathew Greengrass (Scorpius' cousin)

Adelle Greengrass (Scorpius' cousin)

Peter Goyle (Scorpius' best friend)

ENJOY!!!

"Are you ready yet?" asked Rose impatiently, standing by the door to the girls dormitory.

"One second!" came the disembodied voice of her best friend from the bathroom.

"Hurry up!" said Rose, "Everyone else had already gone downstairs!"

Finally Clarice merged. A petite, pretty girl who stood at about 5 foot 4 inches with auburn hair that went to her shoulders. She wore a purple ball gown with gold threading, and her hair bounced around the edge of the bodice with a slight curl. Rose turned to look in the mirror one more time before leaving, and she liked what she saw. By fourteen she'd reached her final height of 5 foot 7 1/2 inches. Her flaming red, Weasley hair curled naturally into tight ringlets, and still made it all the way to her waist, however, for this evening she'd pulled her hair up into an elegant twist complete with an emerald clip to match her emerald green ball gown.

"I'm so glad we're in fourth year," said Clarice, "I would hate to miss this..." it was true that only fourth years could attend the Yule Ball, the most exciting even of the Tri-Wizard Tournament by far. This year it would be extra special because it was a masked ball.

"We should go," said Rose, looking at the clock, which read 8:15. "It started 15 minutes ago." They grabbed their masks, each matching their individual dresses, and raced down the stairs. They reached the Great Hall to find it transformed into a beautiful ballroom, full of hundreds of dancing students from Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons filled the dance floor, all masked.

They were about to enter when a tall brunette walked up to Clarice and said, "May I have this dance?"

"Of course," said Clarice with a smirk, leaving Rose with a wave. However, Rose only had to wait a moment before she too was swept up into the dancing by a raven-haired boy.

It was a few minutes to midnight, and Rose had stopped for some punch, when a tall blond walked up to her.

"May I have a dance?" he asked.

"Sure," she said with a smile, letting him lead her out to the dance floor, which was more packed than ever as the unmasking approached.

"Enjoying the ball?" he asked, as they twirled around the room.

"Yes," she said with a laugh, "You?"

He smirked, "I'm dancing with a pretty girl, what more is there to ask for?"

"I don't know," she said in a sarcastic, playful voice, "Maybe personality, wit, and intelligence, just a suggestion."

"Well, seeing as you have all three, I'd say I'm set," he said.

"You know, you're right," she said, her playful smirk still in place, "I am too good to be dancing with you."

"I don't think so," he said, "I'm tall, uncommonly good looking, smart, cunning, and extremely witty. What more could a girl want?"

"What more indeed?" Just then the clock struck midnight, the allotted hour for the masks to come off.

Rose pulled off her mask and gasped in shock. Facing her was an unmasked Scorpius Malfoy. Without a word she turned and walked away. It was a dignified exit, she would never be seen running from a Malfoy, but all the same, she had to get out of there. She hoped to God that no one had seen. It was just not acceptable. Scorpius stood rooted to the spot, still in the middle of the dance floor. What had he been thinking?

When Rose reached the Gryffindor Common Room most people were returning as well, so she blended in with the crowed. She sat down in a chair by the fire, and was soon joined by Clarice.

"Hey," said Clarice, as she sat down on the couch. "You'll never guess who I was dancing with when the masks came off? James! Weird, right? I can't believe I didn't recognize him."

"Speak of the devil," said Rose, as her fifth year cousin sat down in another arm chair.

"So, my dear, young cousin," said James in a playful voice, "Did we have fun at the ball?"

She nodded.

"Who were you dancing with when the masks came off?" asked Clarice interestedly.

"I don't know," said Rose, keeping calm, "I don't know his name. Some seventh year Ravenclaw, I think."

"Oh," said James, loosing interest. He'd been trying, in vain, to set Rose up with his best friend Steven Heartfield.

Rose soon went to bed, unable to stop herself from thinking of Scorpius. Malfoys were off limits, everyone knew that. Off. Limits. Period. The Malfoys were not a family that Weasleys ever associated with, and that wasn't about to change now. There was a status quo that needed to be kept. The two most prominent families in Hogwarts, the Ministry, and, frankly, the entire wizarding world, had never gotten along, and that wasn't about to change. The only problem was she had liked him. A lot. He'd been playful and flirty, but with the underlying intelligence that came with his wit. She couldn't believe she'd been flirting with him! How embarrassing...at least she knew he'd never tell, because he'd been flirting too. That made her blush even more...Something about him intrigued her, and she was frightened by the fact that she wanted to know more.

Scorpius didn't move until his best friend, Peter Goyle, came up to him and said, "Shouldn't we get going?"

"Oh," he said, coming out of a trance, "Yeah, we should." They walked in silence back to the Slytherin Common Room, and went up to the dormitory together.

"You'll never guess who I was dancing with when the masks came off," said Peter, "Adelle!"

"Really?" asked Scorpius, vaguely.

"Yeah," said Peter, "Who were you dancing with? She was a redhead, wasn't she, very pretty. Slytherin? She was wearing green."

"No," he replied, "Not a Slytherin...I don't know who she was, some fifth year Hufflepuff I think."

"Oh," said Peter, "Well, that's not very exciting, now is it?"

"No," acknowledged Scorpius, "Not very exciting at all."

They went straight up to bed, but Scorpius lay awake long after his roommates had begun to snore. He'd been dancing with a Weasley. Rose Weasley. He was already upset with himself that he knew that much, her first name. Why did it have to be her? How embarrassing...she'd never tell, she couldn't tell. No one would ever know. They'd never speak of it again. But the way he'd acted! She hadn't seemed so awful--he had to give himself a mental slap for that thought. She was a Weasley, and there were no ands, ors, ifs, or buts. They were complete opposites. Like sun and rain, both had to exist, but never did they harmonize. The fact that he was already subconsciously planning ways to see her again frightened him. He had to put a stop to this, and fast.

So, I hope you like the first chapter!!! I'm really excited about this story, so tell me what you think about it!

XOXO

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