I do not own any of the charaters in this story, that'd be J.K. Rowling's right, but if she wants to give me Scorpius... I wouldn't say no.
Chapter 1: The Train
Scorpius looked down the platform onto the Hogwarts express. It was packed with mothers and fathers were seeing their children onto the train. "Scorpius," his mother's voice came over the crowds babbling.
"Yes Mum?"
She kissed his forehead and he shied away as she said, "I want you to write to me at least once a week, and we'll send sweets to you as often as you like."
"Pansy, I only wrote home once or twice a month, don't expect too much of the boy," Draco Malfoy touched his wife's arm; she nodded.
"Father, may I go see the train?" All he really wanted was to get away from the smothering influence of his mother. She never seemed to grasp that he no longer slept in the nursery and cried if he had a bad dream.
"You may," his father understood his need to be independent.
Scorpius ran toward a large crowd of people and ducked between them as he explored. His father had loaded his trunk in a compartment, so all he had to do was wait until the whistle spread over the station. One man in particular caught his attention; it was a man that everyone wanted to meet, and Scorpius was no different. Harry Potter had been a source of fascination for the boy. He knew that without Harry Potter, he would not be here to watch the crowd.
The black haired man was beside a red haired one that his father had said was called Weasley. He was hugging a girl with messy fiery red hair. Scorpius could only marvel at the girl as he watched their family part.
"We'll write often Rose, and you can always ask James for directions if you get lost. Try to steer clear of Peeves-he's just trouble- and do try to pay attention in Professor Bin's class," the girl's mother was giving her a tearful hug good bye.
So, he thought, the Weasley girl's name was Rose. He'd have to put himself in her way soon. She hugged another red haired woman, the one holding hands with Harry Potter, and started toward the train. Scorpius followed her surreptitiously, not wanting Rose Weasley's father to see him. The Malfoys were not very popular; they had not been since Voldemort's death. The girl looked nervously around the train for a place to sit, and Scorpius saw his chance.
He stepped casually in front of her. "Oh! I'm sorry. Were you looking for a seat?"
She smiled delicately at him. "Yes, I was."
"My compartment is empty if you'd like. I'm Scorpius by the way."
"That'd be nice Scorpius, and I'm Rose Weasley."
He led her to the compartment and opened the door for her. Rose smoothed out her robes as she sat. Her father had followed her with her luggage, and Scorpius ducked out of his sight as a man he recognized as Ronald Weasley came in. He hugged his daughter once more, kissed her forehead, and left.
"Why did you hide when my dad came in? He doesn't bite."
"My father is not a popular man in our world," he admitted unwillingly.
"Who is he?"
He hesitated. Would she leave the moment he told her? He swallowed and answered. "Draco Malfoy."
She was silent for a moment, her brown eyes were calculating.
"But I'm nothing like him; Mum complains about it all the time," he decided to change the subject. "Do you have any siblings?"
She gave him one last searching look, and then seemed to decide to trust him. "Just Hugo, my little brother. I have my cousins, Victorie, James, Lilly, and Albus though."
"I'm an only child. I wanted a brother, but my Mum and Dad said that they only wanted one child."
The train jolted into motion and hands protruded from the windows as children waved one last good bye to parents left bellow on the platform. Scorpius watched as the train gained more and more speed. Rose removed a thick book from her trunk and began to read. He pulled his new oak and dragon heartstring wand from his pocket. Twiddling it, he tried to remember a spell his father had once taught him.
He waved the wand, frustrated, and a shower of gold sparks burst from it and fell on Rose. "Oops! Sorry, that wasn't supposed to happen," he said as she looked up from her book.
She grinned playfully and pulled her own wand out. "Oh, it was, was it Mr. Malfoy?" Rose sent a shower of sparks back at him. He tried to replicate his mistake, and could not.
"Truce! Truce!" He called as she readied another attack.
"Do you surrender?"
"Yes." She put down her wand just as the door opened. A bossy looking older student came in. "You'd better not have been using that wand."
Rose looked innocently up at him. "I wasn't, I just wanted to show Scip my wand."
He looked arrogantly down at her. "And you are . . .?"
"Rose Weasley."
The boy turned his gaze to Scorpius, who said, "I'm Scorpius Malfoy. Who are you?"
"Dexter Poin and I happen to be a prefect so watch your step first year." The boy left, and Rose started giggling.
"Didn't he think a lot of himself?"
"A bit too much for my taste."
They contented themselves mocking Dexter Poin until the lunch trolley arrived, and then their rumbling stomachs made their hunger known. Scorpius enjoyed trying to catch the chocolate frogs before her, and then comparing the extent of their chocolate frog card collections. He next opened a box of Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans and grabbed a handful. Rose grinned widely as he bit into a bean that turned out to be soap suds and started coughing.
As darkness started to seep into their compartment, a second boy came in; this one was their own age. "Hi Albus!" she greeted the boy who looked just like Harry Potter without a scar.
"Rose, we're almost there. Can you believe it? Us, Hogwarts students!" He looked around the compartment for the first time. "Who're you sitting with Rose?"
"This is Scorpius, Al," she gestured to him. Scorpius stood up and shook hands with Albus who left after a few more bubbly announcements.
"I take that was your cousin Albus?" Scorpius asked as he sat.
"Yep, he's so nervous. But who isn't? What house do you think you'll be in Scip?"
"Scip?" the name had confused him. He'd heard her use it when Dexter was in the compartment, but he'd guessed that she just hadn't wanted to get him in trouble.
"It's the nickname I've given you. Scorpius is such a mouthful to say."
"Oh."
"So, which house?"
"Well, both my Mum and Dad were in Slytherin, and they want me to be, but I'd rather be a Gryffindor, you know, break the family streak."
"I hope to go to Gryffindor as well, but it'd be just like everyone else in my family."
They lapsed into silence as the train pulled into Hogsmead station.
