Friends, Not Foes
(A/N: This is not mine, but the amazing J.K. Rowling's. The only thing I do own is the plot of this story, somewhat.)
Chapter 1 - King's Cross
Rose Weasely was excited; she was finally going to go to Hogwarts! She bounced up and down in her seat on the way to the station in the back of the car Mum insisted they own, and that she drive. Her little brother, Hugo, seemed annoyed by her excitement, which was not unusual because he'd been grumpy all summer over her going to Hogwarts and having to wait a year more till he and Lily could go. So he did what Hugo did best, snapped at his sister, "Oh will you quit bouncing up and down like a rabbit! You're shaking the entire car!"
Rose turned and scowled at her brother, her bushy red hair, the color typical for the Weasely family, the bushiness similar to that of her mother's at her age, seemed to flame around her head, "Will you stop taking your misery at not being able to go to Hogwarts for another year out on me? Just because you're upset, doesn't mean you have to make everyone else feel the same as you."
Unlucky for Hermione and Ron, their explosive tempers transferred onto their children. This shoed when Hugo narrowed his eyes at his older sister, "Well you don't need to brag about going! 'Oh, I'm Rose, I'm going to be a Ravenclaw and a Prefect, and Head Girl and I'm going to get straight O's and As many OWLs and NEWTs as one can get, more even than Mum!' It's annoying!"
Rose growled at her brother, but didn't have the chance to retort before Hermione carried from the front seat, "You two stop fighting or I'll let your father go into a rant about how the Malfoy family is no good again!"
The two children winced, Ron had already tried to give that speech to them twice today alone, and seemingly hundreds of times since Rose had gotten her Hogwarts letter. They moodily grumbled their apologizes to their mother while Ron whined to his wife about not being allowed to 'educate his children on the Death Eater scum'. His whining ended soon after Hermione threatened to ban him to the couch for a week, and then he joined his children in sulky silence. Rose could practically see her mother's eyes rolling, and hear her mother's voice saying that Ron was just as much of a child as their children sometimes.
Finally, they got to King's Cross. The family of 4 made their way to the Potter's, Rose grinning when she saw her favorite cousin, Albus. Albus, who looked like a miniature version of his father, looked pale, like he was sick. Rose supposed he was nervous about the sorting. Either that or of what James would do to him once he was out of the reach of their mother. Her Uncle Harry might be the savior of the Wizarding world, but her Aunt Ginny and her bat-boogey hexes were a million times more frightening. She saw her Uncle Harry nod to somebody out of her eyesight and turned to follow his gaze.
It fell on a man with pale blonde hair and stormy gray eyes, who nodded back. Her gaze also fell on a boy who looked much like his father, but his hair was closer to blonde than white. This must be the Malfoy family, the man must be Draco Malfoy, the man her dad had fought with so often in school, while the boy who was around her and Al's age must be his son, Scorpius. He must have felt her gaze on him because he looked straight at her. He didn't seem to be as evil as her dad insisted he was, nor did his father, so she sent a wide smile his wide, watching happily as he sent a startled and shy smile back.
Her father got closer to her as he looked at the Malfoy's. "You see that boy over there, Rose? He's a Malfoy, I'm sure he'll be an evil git Slytherin just like his father. Beat him at every test and don't let him insult you. Don't do anything to him that will get you in detention, though, most of mine and Harry's had to do with Malfoy."
Rose wasn't going to listen to her dad about the youngest Malfoy until he had proved to be as much of a git as her father thought he would be, but she nodded anyway. She didn't see the point of starting an argument about it in the middle of the platform; there would be time for that over Christmas Break probably.
The train whistle sounded, signaling that it was time for the students to get on the train and head for Hogwarts and Rose hurried of with Albus to find a compartment, waving her farewell to all of the Weasely family that was at the platform and disappeared onto the train, her hand clutching around Albus's wrist, dragging him along with her.
Draco Malfoy had noticed Ronald Weasely talking to a red-headed and bushy haired girl his son's age, who was obviously his and Hermione Granger, Weasely now he supposed, child. Doubtlessly he was telling the girl horrible things he had done in school to get her to dislike his son, the Weasely-Malfoy rivalry continuing, though he rather it not. He sighed before crouching down to be at his son's eye level. "Scorp", he said softly, to get the attention of his son, "Do you see the girl over there surrounded by redheads and with bushy hair?"
Scorpius nodded to his father, "Yeah, she smiled at me a minute ago. What about her?"
Draco blinked, shocked. The girl had smiled at his son? Did she know who he was when she did? It was a possibility, though even if she did, he still would warn his son, "She's a Weasely, her father was Harry Potter's best friend Ronald Weasely. You know from my stories of school that he hates me just because I was a Slytherin and because I'm a Malfoy. He is doubtlessly going to try to get his daughter to hate you as he hated me, so try to watch out for her, don't give her any reason to dislike you, ok?"
He nodded, showing he understood, "Of course, Dad. I won't do anything stupid."
Draco smiled and hugged his son lightly, "Good boy, now the train's about to leave, go and get on." As if to prove him right, the train whistle blew. Draco watched as his son ran on the train, waving goodbye to him once more for disappearing through the door.
Draco prayed that Weasely and Granger's daughter was more rational like her mother, rather than rash and judgmental like her father. If she was like her father, his son was going to have a rough few years ahead of him.