The only reason Rose Weasley wasn't sorted into Gryffindor is because she is a big, fat coward. Or, she's not fat and neither is she big. She is actually quite delicate - thin limbs, short and slender. She reminds me a bit of a doll with her big round baby blue eyes and fiery red hair combined with porcelain skin and freckles on her nose and cheekbones. But she's still a coward.

Perhaps I'm not one to talk since I'm not in Gryffindor either. But unlike Rose, my bloodline does not include dozens and dozens of former Gryffindors. Not redheads, either, for that matter. Oh, well, anyways. Unlike Rose, I wasn't sorted into a House that was foreign to my kin. Even if the Sorting Hat did contemplate whether I should be sorted in Ravenclaw or not, in the end it sent me in the same direction it's sent the majority of my ancestors. That's right. Slytherin. I suppose it's difficult to be sorted elsewhere when you were raised by two former Slytherins. It's the way you become, you know?

Okay, back to Rose. I've been keeping an eye on her lately. Lately being the last five years of my existence. No, just kidding, just kidding. Easy there. But I've been keeping an eye on her because she's been behaving really weird the last few weeks. Or I think she has. Perhaps she's always been weird. It wouldn't surprise me.

What I've noticed while watching her is that she's the outsider of the Weasley/Potter clan. She's the only one - I mean, the only one - of them that wasn't sorted into Gryffindor. Of course, she is ridiculously smart. But so was her mother, I've heard, so that's not what makes the big difference between her and her siblings and cousins. So when I watched her closer, I noticed how jumpy she is. It's so easy to scare her to the point where she nearly screams her lungs out.

I have to say that I've more courage in my heart than that girl will ever have.

We've rarely spoken, Rose and I. I guess it has a lot to do with our parents. I mean, my father never spoke very fondly of 'that Ronald Weasley' and the 'beaver Granger'. So why would her parents say anything good about him and mother? It's not a one-sided feeling, I'm certain. And with our parents don't liking each other, the possibility for us to like each other was always slim. We never gave it a try, I suppose. And then there's the fact that she's a Ravenclaw and I'm a Slytherin - we can't ever be too close, now, can we? Besides, we are both fighting for the title 'best student of the year'. Every day, every year. There's a competitive tension between us all the time. Not that I mind. I don't like her. Why would I? She's a Weasley.

Oh, look. That's exactly what I meant! 'She's A Weasley'. I don't like Weasleys because that's what my father has taught me. Oh dear, I'm so easy to influence. It's rather horrifying. I didn't even realise.

Another thing that has made me more conscious of Rose is the fact that we're both Prefects. That's where hard work and determination has gotten us so far. Perhaps we're a bit alike. NO. Scratch that. I'm nothing like Rose and she's nothing like me. The only thing we have in common are our Prefect titles and our good grades. And pale skin, but that's irrelevant.

I don't even know why I'm writing about Rose. I can't believe the first pages in this note book is filled with my revelations on Rose Weasley. It's quite creepy, isn't it? I mean, it's not like I really care about her. She's just another student at this school that means nothing whatsoever to me. It's just that she's behaved strangely lately. That's the only reason I've noticed her more than usual. And she is kind of pretty.

Oh dear Merlin.

Forget I wrote anything at all, okay? I should probably rip those pages out and set them on fire or something. Just imagine if one of the boys got their hands on this. I. Would. Be. Dead.

Let's change the subject.

Oh, yeah. Since I'm in fifth year now, we'll have the lecture all Hogwarts students look forwards to. I mean every single one. Even the teachers try and sneak in to catch a few words.

That's right. Mr Harry Potter himself is coming to tell about his adventures, his companions Mr Ronald Weasley and Mrs Hermione Weasley-Granger coming along. Father says they used to be called the Golden Trio back in the days when they went to school. Even though father don't like them very much doesn't mean it's not cool to see them and listen to their story. I mean, everyone has heard the story, but to hear it in their own words is a whole other thing. Potter and company have first hand experience. They lived to tell the tale.

Funny thing how both Rose's parents are going to be at the school at the same time, in the same room. I wonder if...

Oh sweet baby Merlin. How did I manage to get to Rose again? This is ridiculous. Truly ridiculous.

Anyway. Potter and his friends are coming next Wednesday after lunch and everybody in fifth year talk about it. We Slytherins' try to keep cool about it, but we're really excited about it too. Zabini even said so out loud during lunch today, and he rarely cares about anything at all. No kidding. He doesn't like other people very much. It takes him some time to trust people - it took him two years before he decided he could have a serious conversation with me at all. We're friends and all now, but I bet we'll never be overly close like Rose and Albus Potter are.

Fuck.

Perhaps I should just put this aside and continue another day. I'm not getting anywhere at the moment. I'm not even sure

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That was close! Selwyn woke up and asked me 'what the fuck I was doing' and I had to hide the notebook really quickly so he wouldn't see it. Now I don't remember how I was to continue the sentence I was writing before he woke up. I'm too tired to even try to find the words. I might as well put this aside for now and take a few hours sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.

YES SELWYN I AM DONE NOW. STOP YELLING AT ME YOU TWAT.

Scorpius Malfoy

Hi there! I hope you enjoyed reading that. Since this is my first Scorp/Rose fic that I've even managed to finish the first chapter, it would mean the world to me if you left a review or something and share your thoughts on it.

xx, ww