"Students! Students, may I have your attention please?" The sharp voice of Madam Trench echoed through the Great Hall, piercing the ears of the fourth year students from each Hogwarts house gathered there. The Hall looked rather different on this occasion, with the four long House tables magically vanished and in their place various benches and seats the teenagers were now lounging on.
One of these teenagers was Rose Weasley. With her pin-straight fiery red locks of hair cascading down her back, her bright, almond shaped sapphire blue eyes and her pale, almost iridescent skin – not to mention her famous parents, war heroes Ron and Hermione Weasley and equally stunning best friend, Orla Finnegan – she was the envy of most girls and the object of affection of most boys.
Well, except one.
Scorpius Malfoy was hot – there was no denying it. With his platinum blond, fashionably styled hair that he was constantly flicking to the side, his clear, golden eyes and his perfect, aristocratic features, he was the most popular boy in school (alongside Albus Potter); admired and feared by most of the boys and the very epitome of perfection (according to most of the girls).
Well, except one.
Rose and Scorpius had acquired a disliking towards each other pretty much one minute after they had bumped into each other on the Hogwarts Express that first year.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!" A young Scorpius apoligized, offering an already perfected lopsided grin to the pretty girl in front of him.
"Don't worry about it, I wasn't looking where I was going." An equally young Rose smiled, stepping aside for the handsome boy.
"What's your name then?" The boy asked, leaning back against the glass door of a carriage, causing it to slide across slightly and knock the boy off balance.
Rose giggled at the flush in his cheeks and held out her hand.
"Rose. Rose Weasley. And you are…?" She posed the question, her hand still poised in the air.
An uneasy feeling had washed over the good looking boy (who Rose was now harbouring a crush on as every second ticked by), showing clearly as his recently blushing face paled and a grimace set in place.
"Scorpius Malfoy." He muttered, not taking her hand – which was proven to be a wise decision.
Rose's hand shot back to her side as she too paled at the sound of his name, the remains of a crush being squashed harshly under her feet.
Rose's dad had made it quite clear she should stay away from "the Malfoy boy", as had Draco, Scorpius' father, and Rose wasn't quite prepared to betray her father for a boy who's own dad seemed like an evil toad.
With a slight nod, Rose and Scorpius went their separate ways hurriedly, honouring their parents and steering clear of each other…
The "steering clear of each other" had managed to last a very long four years and Rose had had no problem with not being allowed to speak to Malfoy, using the fact he was Slytherin as an excuse to not be close to the boy.
Many rumours had escalated around the school since the start of second year, when everyone had established themselves and Rose and Scorpius were known as the most popular boy and girl – so it baffled people that they weren't together.
Scorpius had stood his ground though, blanking the Weasley and carrying on with his life, rarely thinking about the red-headed girl whom he'd had a very awkward situation on the train with.
The pair intended to stay away from each other forever to be honest, never having a reason to even speak to the other. They'd promised their parents they would ignore the other one and stay true to their families…
That promise was about to come to a rocky and emotional end.
SORRY THIS FIRST CHAPTER ENDS AT AN ANNOYING POINT, BUT AS I'M ALREADY WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER AND IT IS PRETTY LONG I COULDN'T MAKE IT INTO ONE WHOLE CHAPTER AS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN WAY TOO LONG! NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE UP EITHER TOMORROW OR THE NEXT DAY - MAYBE EVEN TONIGHT, IF I FINISH IT :)
-Leah x