Title: The Rose Beneath the Beast

Summary: Back at Hogwarts, Rose wasn't the most popular girl. In fact, she was the pushover, the brainiac, and mostly a person everybody just avoided. Now, she is going back to Hogwarts to learn about the students navigating in the corridors to write a story on their lives. But the unexpected happens when she crosses paths with a professor who she recognizes as, back in her year, the biggest bully and whom everyone seemed to adore. But when she makes new friends and gets the help from her cousin, she thinks it might not be so bad after all. Unless of course people find out what she is really doing there then go through the same torture she did back in her day?

Disclaimer: J.K.R owns the characters you recognize, not me.

A/N: I decided to give this story another shot since I haven't had the chance to finish it. I think Rose and Scorpius deserve a good story so I've cleaned this up and hopefully, it'll work out in the end.

But, just so you don't get confused. Italics are Rose's words as she is writing her book. Bold Italics are her thoughts as she's writing. Normal text is the story, which Rose would include in her story.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Change is in the air, not love. If love was in the air then there wouldn't be a single person on this planet without a partner.

So, yes, change is in the air.

Change.

Sometimes it's bad and sometimes it's good.

I was eleven years old and I believe that karma had dealt me the unlucky card. Well, I'm not technically unlucky, but if you knew me you wouldn't want to be me. Want to know why?

Well, have you ever felt rejected from a group that you desirably wanted to be in?

Have you ever been jealous because some person outsmarted, outplayed, or outwitted you?

Have you ever been so invisible that not even your own family recognizes you?

Have you ever been teased, spit on, talked about behind your back, or part of someone's inside joke?

Or… My personal favorite…

Have you ever had a crush on someone and watch your heart shatter into a million pieces as you watch him kiss his girlfriend good-bye?

So how'd you score? Could you say that three of them fit you? Two? None?

Want to know how many I scored? None! Haha, I wish.

All of them. That's right, back in Hogwarts, I was known as the nerd, the geek, and the dork.

But that was back at Hogwarts. Now, I'm twenty-two years old and I have released two books; one happened to be a top-seller. So, in a way, everything has worked out well for me. The best part is when I go to restaurants and see someone who had been popular back in Hogwarts working as a dishwasher or a waitress. And every time they see me they give me stern looks as if it were my fault they ended up with hardly a good job and no money.

However, the worst part about my job is that I have to continue to produce more best-sellers, which brings me to this story now.

It's not like I don't have any more good ideas up my sleeve, but the fact that my readers are always looking for something new, interesting, and exciting. Blah blah blah.

After my last book had been a best-seller, I thought I would call it quits. I had enough money to last me the rest of my life. Well, not really, but I like to think so.

But, when I told my publisher this, she yelled at me. She's actually pretty scaring if you ever met her. And when she's angry, you better hope you have some kind of shield to ward off that steam. Honestly, she's like a dragon ready to demolish you when she gets the chance.

And of course, I can't just go off and find another publisher because I signed a contract with her and the company. And besides if I hadn't signed my works over to the company, I wouldn't be writing this book, would I?

I really hope I haven't bored you yet.

So, onto why you're really here. My story. The story that practically changed my life.

My story starts off like all other stories. Well, see I had a bit of a problem. Not anything serious, like dragon pox or some disorder. I wonder if people actually thought I had some kind of disorder when I was back in Hogwarts. Perhaps that's why people avoided me thinking I was some nutter.

But, yes, like in every story, I had a problem.

After literally getting my head bitten off by my piranha-like publisher, I reluctantly agreed to write a third book.

It's not that I don't enjoy writing. I love it. It's just annoying when you're constantly on the clock. How am I ever going to get anything done if I feel rushed? Not only would I not get the chance to write everything I want to say, but the readers (that would be you) won't get the whole Rose Weasley effect. Ha ha I like that. The Rose Weasley effect. Ha ha.

The first of my problems started with finding something to write about. And that's one big problem.

I've written everything I wanted to write about and amazingly, one of them was a best seller. I guess I have you guys to thank for that.

My last book (in case some of you haven't read it yet) was about my Uncle Harry, Dad's, and Mom's adventures once they saved the whole wizarding world.

I wrote about their love lives and as well as many of my uncle's and aunt's. There's a lot to it than just getting married and having us children. But, anyway, this story isn't about them this time; it's about me. How incredibly self-centered am I being?

But alas, I brainstormed for weeks trying to figure out what I should write about and that's when I got this idea.

Why not write a story on the lives of Hogwarts students? So, initially it didn't start off as a book centered on me, but it grew into one. You'll soon see.

But once I had this idea, I got really excited. I mean there are loads of things to write about during those teenage years. There is a lot of love, adventures, thrills, and, of course, drama.

So, I told my publisher what I wanted to do, but then she came up with this crazy idea. SHE WANTED ME TO GO UNDERCOVER AS A HOGWARTS STUDENT!

I started asking myself whether or not she had gone completely bonkers. I mean does she realize who she's talking to?

Well, probably not since she didn't go to school with me, but if she only knew what kind of person I was back then, she'd never stop her hyena laugh. Literally, she laughs like hyena.

But want to know what's even crazier? I TOOK THE BLOODY CONSIDERATION.

At the time, I thought it would be fun to go back. But, I can be an idiot in crucial times liked these. I must have completely forgotten the fact that I was a loser back in my days, what am I thinking? I'm going to get humiliated in the same ways I did back then.

And I'm embarrassed to say this, but once I got back to my flat. I threw up in the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror once I was done.

Standing there in front of the mirror, I said to myself, "Bugger, I'm done for."

Rose gathered her papers and sighed heavily. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this.

A tap at the window made her jump a bit. She looked over at the window and there was an owl flying outside begging for entrance.

She walked over and opened the window so that the owl can fly in after its long journey. She knew immediately whose owl it was and wondered if Professor Teddy Lupin reclined her request. She only hoped he did so that she didn't have to go through this.

She was about to find out.

She looked quickly through the parchment and dropped it to her chest revealing her red-face, which matched her hair almost perfectly.

He accepted and now she had to go and meet up with him to discuss a few things.

Great, just great. Why couldn't people just say 'no?' She thought.

A/N: This story will be a mix between Beauty and the Beast and Never Been Kissed and a little bit of mystery like in Who Framed Roger Rabbit.