Hey guys! So, here is the first chapter! It's my first story, so please, go easy on me, but R&R anyway :)

"Miss Weasley, could I have your attention for a moment, please?"
Rose glanced up from her book, which she placed in her lap. Professor Longbottom didn't look very pleased.
"How is it going with your bobutuper?" He asked.
"I finished with that about fifteen minutes ago." Rose answered, hardly looking at the professor.
"Who is your partner, and where is said partner by now?" Professor Longbottom continued.
"It's Zabini, and he's over by Malfoy." She answered and pointed in the general direction of the pair.
Professor Longbottom left, but Rose could hear him scold Peter Zabini.
"Paired you with the top in class… irresponsible… grades dropping…"
Rose sighed, and tried to just keep her focus at her book. Once again she felt like a freak.

After herbology Rose walked back to the castle with her best friend.
"I don't know why professor Longbottom has to make such a fuss all the time, just because Zabini and I can't work together!" Rose exclaimed, and a few Slytherin's passing by gave her a harsh look.
"Relax Rose, or those Slytherins might slight your throat in your sleep."
Rose smiled.
"I know Lisa; I know. I just don't understand Nev… I mean, professor Longbottom all the time."
"Your parents are some of his best friends, and he's Camille's father. He's worried about you." Lisa answered.
At that exact moment, Camille reached Rose and Lisa.
"I heard you girls say my name." Camille sent Rose a grin.
Rose grinned back at her. "Yeah, we were just talking about how we could back stab you when you least expect it."
Camille grinned again, while she punched Rose lightly at the arm.
"You're such a laugh, Rose Weasley."
Camille still grinned once the girls walked into the crowded and noisy Great Hall, where dinner was about to be served. A lot of people were standing at different house tables, chatting with friends and family from other houses.
Rose had barely started walking towards their house table, before a shout reached her ears.
"Roselle!"
Rose sighed, told Camille and Lisa to save her a seat, and changed her path towards the table, where her little brother were enjoying himself surrounded by a couple of empty seats.
"What is it Hugo?" Rose asked irritated.
"I've got a letter from mom and dad!" her 14-year old brother beamed.
"And?"
She was really hungry and longed to be at the Ravenclaw table with her friends and house.
"And they were really glad to hear that I finally made it onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Hugo said with a smirk. "I dare say, even more glad and proud than when you were announced as a Prefect."
Rose could feel her throat tighten, as tears started to make their way, but luckily the upcoming tears disappeared as her cousins joined her little brother at the Gryffindor table.
"Hey cousin!" James grinned as he sat down. Lily sat down beside him, but Albus continued to stand.
"Hey James." Rose mumbled.
"So, Peter Zabini, huh? Should Al and I beat him up a little?" James continued grinning.
Rose shook her head, secretly relived to see Albus look a bit unsure by his brother's words.
"I'm sure that Rose can take perfectly care of herself." A new voice announced.
Fred Weasley was walking over to the group with quite a big grin.
"How are you doing Prefect?" Fred asked Rose, and put an arm around her shoulder.
Rose smiled at the prankster. Fred Weasley Jr. looked almost identical with his father, and his uncle, Fred Weasley - save the slightly darker skin and hair, which he undoubtedly had inherited from his mother.
"Fine, thanks - but don't ever let me catch you on another night walk, or you will be the one staying overnight at McGonagall's office." Rose answered with a smile.
Fred patted her at her arm and gave her a smile in return.
"I'll take my chances Prefect." He said.
Rose got out from under his arm, and walked towards the Ravenclaw table while waving at her cousins.
"See you guys." She said over her shoulder.
Rose noticed that Lily still looked down the table and haven't said a word, and that Albus was making his way down towards some guys from their year. Fred had already disappeared.
Almost immediately as Rose sat down at the Ravenclaw table, Camille tapped her shoulder.
"Malfoy's coming this way. And he's got that nasty Montague girl with him who's Prefect."
Rose sighed. Another job for the Prefects?
"Weasley!" Montague almost yelled.
Rose answered irritated: "What?"
Montague made a sneer, but Malfoy took over.
"We have to report to the Headmaster. Immediately." He said.
Rose looked down at her still empty plate. Her stomach rumbled, and she was hungry as hell.
"Can't it wait?" she asked Malfoy.
He shook his head.
"No, sorry." He said.
Rose looked downhearted down the Ravenclaw table, where all the lovely dinner was enjoyed by her classmates. Then she rose.
"Okay," she said, speaking to Malfoy and taking no notice of the Montague girl. "I'll just get Thomas and then we'll be on our way."
Without waiting for an answer, Rose made her path further down the table, ignoring the two Slytherin Prefects. She found the other Ravenclaw prefect in less than a minute.
"Hey, Thomas!" she half-yelled to a tall boy with light brown hair. "We're to report to McGonagall, immediately."
The good looking Prefect and Chaser at the Ravenclaw Quidditch team placed his green gaze at Rose.
"Sure Rose, just give me a second." Thomas said.
He rose, and walked beside Rose with the table separating them. Suddenly a hand lay on Rose's shoulder.
"Rose? May I walk with you?"
It was Malfoy. Montague was long behind him, not looking like someone who wanted to chat.
"Yeah, okay." Rose said a bit confused.
Thomas sent Rose a weird look from the other side of the Ravenclaw table, but let it go and slowed down his walk. Malfoy kept his step matched to Rose's, but didn't say a word before they got out of the Great Hall.
"I'm sorry if me keeping Zabini in herbology has given you any trouble." Malfoy said formally.
Rose looked suspiciously at him.
"What is it you want?" she asked.
Malfoy looked hurt.
"I don't want anything, only to apologize."
"Sure…" Rose said, not convinced. Her father had warned her about the Malfoy boy, how he was supposedly an almost exact copy of his father. "You didn't give me any trouble, but thanks for the apology anyway." She said formally.
Malfoy nodded, but said nothing. Neither of them did for the rest of the way to McGonagall's office. When they reached the gargoyle, Rose said the password: "Schola et certamen" (school and engagement)
The gargoyle came to life, and jumped away from the entrance. Rose made her way up the staircase, Malfoy close behind. Once she reached the door on the top of the staircase, she knocked. McGonagall told her to enter.
She opened the door, and stepped into the circular room, closely followed by Malfoy. McGonagall looked up from the parchment she was writing on.
"Oh, Miss Weasley, Mister Malfoy. What a pleasure to see you. But tell me, where are the rest of the Prefects from your and the rest of the houses?"
"They're on their way." Rose said, hearing people making their way up the stairs.
"Please, leave the door open then." McGonagall said.
Once every Prefect had made their way into McGonagall's office, the Headmaster rose, and began talking.
"All right, everyone. The last couples of weeks, an awfully lot of students have been seen or caught out of bed at night. Therefore, to prove that this act will not be tolerated anymore, I would like each of you to patrol the hallways together with the teachers at night."
The girl Prefect from Hufflepuff raised her hand. McGonagall smiled at her.
"Yes Catharina, what is it?"
"Professor, I mean, Headmaster, what about our school? I mean, we'll probably be tired throughout our entire classes if we've been up all night." Catharina, the Hufflepuff girl Prefect asked.
"You'll only patrol on weekend nights, or the nights when you have a free period in the morning. This is why I called you here. I want each of you to fill out this form," McGonagall walked over to her table, and took a couple of quills and pieces of parchment and started to hand them out. "and write down which of the nights you would like most to patrol, taking into consideration your timetable. Afterwards I'll split you into pairs, and the pairs will each get two nights at week where they are to patrol. Understood?"
Everybody nodded, and started to fill out the form.

Later, Rose sat in the Ravenclaw common room, once again with a book placed in her lap. She didn't read as such, for her thoughts were someplace else. She remembered what Hugo had told her earlier. And she knew that her parents, especially her father, was somehow disappointed that she didn't get sorted into Gryffindor. And even though her mother was thrilled when Rose was announced Prefect, her father would probably have been prouder if she'd been on the Quidditch team. But the truth was, that Rose, like her mother, were afraid of heights. She didn't like flying around on a broom, high up in the air, and she definitely didn't want to try it, while people were trying to tackle her of said broom. She often felt a lot like the black sheep in the Weasley family. Everyone of the former generation of Weasley children had been in Gryffindor, and everyone in this generation, including the Potter's, was still in Gryffindor. Except from her. And all from both generations, save Percy, had also been on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She couldn't even make it onto the Ravenclaw team.
Her thoughts was interrupted as a couple of lips softly touched her neck.
"Hello my love." A voice whispered in her ear. She turned around, only to find herself lost in a couple of deep hazel eyes.
"Hey Andrew." She answered, and leaned in for a kiss. His lips touched hers, and she closed her eyes and sighed.
"How's your day been?" Andrew asked as he pulled over a chair and sat down next to her.
"Hard. Double potions, charms and ending with herbology. And then a meeting at McGonagall's office ruined my dinner."
"So, you're hungry?" Andrew asked.
Rose nodded, and Andrew took her hand, and pulled her to her feet.
"Then come on - let's visit the kitchen." He said.
Rose shook her head. "Andrew, it's almost curfew." She protested.
Andrew smiled at her. "We'll be quick, and won't get caught."
Rose gave in, and hurried upstairs, stashing her book in her trunk. Then she grabbed an old, folded piece of parchment, and hid it in one of the pockets in her ropes, before hurrying down the stair again.
"Okay, let's go." She said.