A/N: I really shouldn't start another story but I couldn't resist. :)
Chapter One: Ancient Magic
Rose's POV
"…Just because you can't get a boyfriend," the tall blond sixth year Slytherin started muttering under his breath.
"You git, Malfoy!" I screeched back at him, "At least I can win a duel!"
"As if, Weasley," he forced a laugh, "If you're so confident then meet me at midnight in the trophy room, unless you're too scared."
"Of course I'll be there," I said before stalking off.
"Rosie," a voice whined behind me. I slowed down and allowed the black haired boy to catch up with me.
"What, Al?" I snapped.
"Must you fight with Scorpius?" he questioned, "You're both my best friends."
I turned on him, "Must you have such an annoying prat for a friend?" I growled.
"He's not that bad, Rose," he sighed, "If you just got to know him…"
"I'll get to know him tonight," I smirked as I began to walk again.
"Rosie," Al whined again.
"Al, I'm going to my common room, I suggest you go to yours," I said coldly.
"You're both so stubborn," he sighed before turning to go to the Slytherin common room.
"I'm nothing like him!" I yelled after Al before reaching the portrait of the Fat Lady and stating "Pumpkin Pasty," to be granted entrance.
For the rest of the night, I lounged around the common room. I read some books, but had no work to do seeing as it was all done already. Around nine at night, I wandered up to my dorm as to do something else. I changed into my pajamas and laid in my bed until everyone else had gone to bed as well and there were only thirty minutes left until midnight. As I crept out of bed, I heard a stirring in the bed next to mine.
"Where are you going, Rose?" my cousin asked me, flipping her blonde hair as she squinted into the dark.
"Just out to have some fun, Dominique," I said, tying my curly red hair into a pony tail, "Go back to sleep."
She nodded, placing her freckle-less face on her pillow once more. Dom was so lucky to have not inherited the red Weasley hair or freckles. Her hair was always perfectly straight no matter what and the only freckles she had were on her shoulders from being out in the sun during the summer break. I shook my head, a few of my curls falling out of my pony tail and into my face as I did so. I quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt before heading out of the sixth year girl's dormitories.
Once I was in the common room, a sleeping Lily was on the couch near the dying fire. Albus had clearly asked her to try and stop me from going tonight. Well, even if I was a prefect, I wasn't one to step down from a challenge. I quietly exited the common room and made my way to the trophy room. Once I had arrived, Scorpius had yet to show up, so I waited inside the trophy room.
I glanced around at the hundreds of trophies in the room, many of which held names of family members. I had heard many stories, but sometimes my family didn't want to go too in depth and I'm sure there was much more to their stories than what was told or taught in school. What I would give to have such adventures, though.
I sighed as I touched my dad's trophy for special services to the school. 1992, he was only in his second year. I don't have anything like this and I'm in my sixth year. Hell, Malfoy's right, I can't even get a boyfriend. The door creaked open and Malfoy slipped into the room.
"Weasley," he inclined his head towards me, "Surprised you showed."
"Surprised you showed up, Malfoy," I snarled, "Let's get this over with so I can get back to bed."
"Scared, Weasley?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"You wish," I whispered back at him, and then suddenly we heard footsteps and the wheezing breath of the old caretaker, Filch. I opened my mouth to gasp and Malfoy leapt the distance between us and placed his hand over my mouth.
"Shh," he leaned down and whispered in my ear. I shivered slightly but nodded anyway and he moved his hand, which had been warmer than expected and smelled of spearmint. Before I could even take a breath, his hand was placed on my wrist as he gently pulled me into the shadows of a rather large trophy. The room in the shadows was small but we squeezed in, face to face. He grabbed my other wrist and held both my hands firmly but gently.
We were uncomfortably close and I thanked the Heavens that it was fairly dark so he couldn't see me blushing like a mad woman. I tried to look anywhere but at Malfoy, yet I could feel his gaze on me, as if he were counting all my freckles. I looked at him and was stunned at how good looking he was. Sure, I knew he was handsome but in this light…our eyes met and I quickly looked away, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. This was Malfoy, Rose! I told myself, yet if it was Malfoy, why had my heart rate picked up and why didn't he leave me for Filch to find?
The footsteps stopped right outside the trophy room and without thinking, I buried my face into his chest and, was that my imagination or did his rate pick of too? It's just because he doesn't want to get caught, I told myself. Yet, he pulled me closer to him and abandoned my wrists to wrap his arms around me. Unconsciously and without looking up, I wrapped my arms around his neck as the door creaked open.
"Don't see anybody," Filch wheezed, "Thought I heard voices, I did. Well they can't have gone far, come on, Mrs. Norris."
The door closed slowly yet Malfoy and I did not break from each other. I lifted my head and glanced up at him, being about a head taller than me, he glanced down at me. Then suddenly, was it my mind playing tricks on me or was he leaning down? His lips were almost touching mine before realization hit me and I started remembering that I was with Malfoy and how wrong this was. But then his lips gently captured mine and all those thought left me as I gently kissed him back and realized how great this felt, how right it felt.
Then I remembered that this was Malfoy! I pulled away, blushed, and looked anywhere but his face.
"Ro-," he started to say.
"We should go," I interrupted him, blushing even harder at the fact that he was going to call by my first name, "Before Filch comes back," I finished, glancing up to see him nod. We unwrapped our arms from around each other and I noticed he was blushing too.
We exited the trophy room in silence and started walking down the corridor when we heard footsteps again. Malfoy grabbed my wrist again and pulled me into the nearest broom closet. We only stood there for a minute before the door opened and Al stood there for a second, seeing it was us in the closet and closed the door, plunging the room into darkness once more.
"I can't believe you guys went even though I asked you not to," he said.
"I can't believe you followed us!" Malfoy replied.
The pair continued to argue but I ignored them as I saw something glowing out of the corner of my eye and turned around to see a circle on the wall. It looked as if it had been painted on with some sort of glowing paint. I walked closer felt overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia. I was tempted to write a year in the circle for some reason, so I touched the glowing circle and the yellow paint was still wet and got on my fingers.
I slowly started to write the year 1991 in the circle and just as I finished writing it I heard Malfoy say, realizing that I wasn't in the argument, "Weasley?"
"What are you doing, Rose?" Al said, now looking at me. Then the glowing was gone and we were plunged into darkness. Suddenly, the room was flooded with light as the door was wrenched open. There stood a girl that looked to be in her seventh year at Hogwarts and she wore the Head Girl badge and was in Ravenclaw robes. I frowned, the Head Girl this year was a Hufflepuff.
"You shouldn't be out after curfew," she began scolding us, "Especially not as first years, you can explore the castle later," she finished, pushing us out of the closet. I frowned, first years? Then I looked at Malfoy and Al and gasped. They were both eleven years old and looked just like they had five years ago. I realized that I must look that way too and upon glancing down, confirmed that. As I glanced back at the two boys, I saw that they were both in Gryffindor robes. That's odd, I thought.
"Sorry," Malfoy, the first to find his voice, pipe up, "we'll go back to our common room right now."
The Head Girl nodded and we started walking up to the Gryffindor common room.
"What's going on?" Al asked.
"We've been sent back in time, back to 1991," I smiled, "Back to our parents' first year at Hogwarts."
"We have to go home," Malfoy said.
"Wha-Why?" my face fell, "Haven't you ever wanted to know what it was like when our parents were our age? Haven't you ever wished for adventures like theirs daily at Hogwarts? Wouldn't it be fascinating to live during the time of the war?"
"Rosie, our parents fought for us to live a safe, free life," Al sighed, "They wouldn't want us to experience what they experienced."
"Al, don't you want to know the stories they tell?" I asked him, "The real stories, not the rubbish they tell us in History of Magic or the things our parents tell us to protect our precious ears. Where's your courage?"
Malfoy snorted, "We're Slytherins, not Gryffindors, Weasley."
"Shh," I said, "We'll have to call each other by our first names because there's only one Potter, four Weasleys, and one Malfoy at Hogwarts right now. And take a look at the robes you're wearing."
The both glanced down and saw the Gryffindor crest over their hearts.
"Something really bad could happen," Al said, still skeptical.
"I promise we can figure out how to get home so that as soon as anything bad happens we can leave," I reasoned with him.
"I think it'll be worth it, Al," Malfoy cut in, "I mean, how many people can say they went through Hogwarts twice or that the second time they got to be with the golden trio and help defeat Voldemort?"
"I guess three people can," Al replied simply. I broke out into a grin and ran forward to hug him. Over his shoulder, I mouthed a quick, "Thank you," to Malfoy, before turning to the portrait of the Fat Lady and saying, "Pumpkin Pasty," only for her to deny me access. Malfoy and Al looked at me.
"The password's different," I frowned.
"Of course it's different; we're thirty years in the past!" Al exclaimed.