Rose was a simply ordinary girl in every way—except she wasn't. She had a mane of curly red hair and freckles on every visible part on her skin, which was a well known trait among those who called themselves a Weasley. And because of that name-because of that mane of red hair and freckled skin-she would never be as ordinary as she wanted. Whenever someone read her name their eyebrows went up, and she was treated almost like royalty. She never had to even try in class and they awarded her with good grades. (Which really was an annoyance for her, she wanted to be very much like her mother and earn her grades) Some of her friends were even only her friends because of her parents. But there was one person that didn't care that she was a Weasley, who didn't care that she seemed almost a celebrity among the teachers and students.
And that person was Scorpius Malfoy.
He was a boy of fifteen years with blonde hair so pale it almost matched his skin tone. His eyes were a blue so light it was almost silver, but striking nonetheless. He had always seemed to have a predisposed coldness towards her even in their first year: where they had first met. She had been looking for her two favorite cousins, James and Victoire, when she'd come across him, sitting in his train room with his gang of slytherin friends. She'd paused with surprised.
"Oh, sorry, I was looking for someone else." As she turned to walk away, Scorpius stopped her.
"Wait a moment…" A smile spread across his lips. "Red hair and more freckles than you can count…you're that Weasley girl, aren't you?"
She froze, because whenever she heard the phrase 'Weasley girl', it was usually accompanied by an onslaught of kind words about her parents. She slowly turned around. "Yes, yes I am."
His gang of buddies giggled, and he seemed to get a high off of it. "I've heard a lot of you and that father of yours."
His tone was unlike most she'd heard. She raised her eyebrows indignantly. "Have you?" A memory tugged in her mind, of when her father had pointed him out to her in the crowd: So that's little Scorpius, He'd said. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains. She hadn't taken him too seriously, because she'd wanted to make her own judgments about people, much like her mother had taught her.
"Quite a lot actually," He raised his eyebrow. "That muggle-loving aurora; my father has a few choice words he's said about him." His eyes twinkled with mischief, as if he was waiting for her angered reaction.
She wouldn't give it to him so easily. Rose leaned against the door of the train, expression skeptical. "Please do tell, what choice words did your kindly father have?"
His giggling posse threw out another fit of laughter, edging him on. "He said he knew your father in school. And that he was a slacker, and a loser. But not nearly as worse as your mud-blood mo—"
He didn't get to finish his sentence, because Rose promptly whipped out her wand and proceeded to cast a bat-bogey hex so accurate and lethal in its results, her mother would have been proud. Before waiting to see the chaos she had caused, she promptly stomped out of the stall and slammed the door shut.
Boiling with rage, she didn't even say 'hello' when she finally found the room with James and Victoire in it, but instead propped down on the seat and stared out the window.
"Rosie?" Victoire prompted, the seventh year. She was Rose's favorite cousin, one who Rose admired for her grace and elegance. Her hair was pale blonde and her nose was adorned with freckles. She had veela blood in her, so she was very pretty. "Is something wrong?"
She was breathing heavily out her nose. "I met him. Scorpius, that is."
James scooted closer to her, his face serious. "Did that little bugger say something to you?" Ever since he'd learned of the Malfoy's during his History of Magic classes last year, he'd sworn them to be his enemy. If Scorpius had said anything offensive to Rose, he'd storm over there and make him pay.
"He said he'd heard a lot about me, and my 'muggle loving father'. And he said he was a loser and a slacker, and then called me mum a mudblood."
Victoire audible gasped, and James stood up, his hand already on the door as he got ready to find the kid. But Rose grabbed his arm, shaking her head.
"It's not worth it, James. I already bat-bogey hexed him, anyways." She suppressed a smile as James grinned at her, clearly proud. "It'll be chaos in there."
Rose was right; it was chaos in Scorpius's room. He was squealing and fanning at his face, shooing away the bats that swarmed their chambers, shouting at his friends to "Fix it! Fix it!" Finally, one of his comrades was able to swat the bats away long enough to cast the reverse spell, sending them all away.
Rose Weasley, eh? He thought; his hair messy and face colored red. His heart was still pounding from the bats. I'll get you back for this.
And thus began their eternal rivalry.