Disclaimer: Did your heart break, even just a little bit, when you turned eleven, and no owl came to your house, bearing a letter with the Hogwarts crest on it? Well, mine did… If I was Jo, I wouldn't have been waiting at the window of my house, scanning the sky for owls, now, would I?

Chapter One:

Rose Red

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Rose Weasley absolutely loathed the color red. Even more than she hated the color pink. Red was top on her hit list. Er… if she had a hit list for colors, that was.

Blue was a much better color in her opinion. Whenever she went shopping, her sharp azure eyes would automatically scan for blue clothing, and her trademark blue ribbon, frayed as it was, could always be found nestled in her bushy mane of auburn curls. It was what made Rose… Rose… And yet…

Somehow, people were always finding ways to shower red upon her. Be it Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day, her birthday - bunches of roses would find their way to her side.

It was these same people who thought Rose would end up a Gryffindor. Including her own parents. Now, Rose loved her mum and dad to pieces, but they, on occasion, they could be a tad on the oblivious side, her dad especially.

So when little Rosie Weasley was sorted into Ravenclaw, there wasn't a single Weasley/Potter jaw that didn't drop; although Rose suspected that her Auntie Ginny and Grandmum Molly might have caught on earlier than the rest.

Fortunately, this reaction wasn't nearly as bad as the reception received when innocent little Lily was sorted into Slytherin two years later. Rose, however, had seen it coming for ages. Lily had always been able to manipulate people; the one to get two bedtime stories before bed, the one to smuggle cookies from the jar before dinner. It wasn't much of a shocker, really.

Unfortunately for Rose, Ron took it as a personal insult when Scorpius Malfoy was sorted into Ravenclaw alongside her precious Rosie-Posie. He retaliated with a strongly (and inappropriately) worded letter to Headmistress McGonagall.

Honestly, as much as Rose loved her family, they could be a bit overbearing sometimes…

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"Didn't you want to be sorted into Gryffindor with your cousins?" asked Scorpius Malfoy at the Feast, watching her give a small wave to Al at the table across the room, decked with red and gold. Rose shook her head, her tattered blue ribbon slipping from her mass of curls.

"Nope," she replied, retying her frayed satin ribbon. She gave him a wide smile, and fingered the blue hangings of the Ravenclaw table. "I think blue suits me better."

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And when Scorpius arrived at her door, seven years later, with roses charmed blue, and a velvet box wrapped with a shiny, new, blue satin ribbon in hand, she knew…

This one's a keeper…

FIN

Next Chapter: Malfoy Green

My first update in ages! I'm sure the readers from Caretakers are probably armed with pitchforks and lighted torches, waiting to hunt me down… So, to people who are familiar with my stories, and are wondering where my new chapters are, I do have several excuses, which, if you really care about, you may ask me for. But now that I've started this project, I'll try to update as regularly as possible, even if it means putting some of my other stories on a temporary hiatus.

I tried to make all the oneshots in this story 500 word drabbles, but some turned out longer or shorter than 500 words, including this one, which was shorter. I felt they were just right on their own, and I didn't really want to add more useless information, or take out anything important, just to get it to 500 words. So basically, what I'm trying to say is: there's no specified length to these oneshots. It's more of a "whatever-random-junk-Drishti-thinks-of" type-thing.

And now, I'll end this obnoxiously long A/N with a plea:

Please review! Pretty, pretty please?