AN: Edited 04/08/14. I've decided to continue writing this fan fic since it is the first thing I ever wrote, and my sister keeps pestering me! I know there are plenty of errors because I'm still very inexperienced, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes that make you cringe. Anyways, enjoy and please review! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

The sky is blue and the birds are chirping, and I have the fortune to wake up with a scowl on my face. Why, you may ask. It is not exactly very pleasant o be woken up by a freezing bucket of cold water thrown on your face. As hilarious it may seem, it certainly is not when you are receiving the end of the joke.

A blue bucket laid down beside my bed on the floor along with the rest of my bedroom clutter. The culprit's tall thin figure exited the room, but my eyesight was blurry from the water so I couldn't tell who he was. Although, it was clearly obvious the doer was Hugo.

I would have rather enjoyed waking up early, today being one of the rare exceptions. It is a well known fact that I despise waking up early; however, it is the first day back at school, Hogwarts! Sad to say that my complete idiot of a brother made that impossible.

"Hugo! You are so dead!" I wouldn't be shocked if my scream was loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear me.

Drenching in cold water, I get up from my bed and reach for my wand which is lying on my bedside table. After doing so, I half-walk, half-stumble across the room making my way towards the door. More than once I trip over one of my possessions which decorate my bedroom floor. The long wooden stairs were absolutely horrible to scale since I was staggering like I had a hangover.

In the kitchen I found Hugo sitting at the table next to Mum, acting as if there was nothing wrong. He looked startled at my sudden appearance and I couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask, "Bloody hell Rosie, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! Are you serious?" I roared, sending him my best death glare. "I was woken up by cold water poured over me. I should be asking what's wrong with you!"

A look of confusion crossed his face. "What do you mean? I don't have anything to do with whatever you're saying."

If it wasn't him, then who could it possible be?

My bushy haired mother spoke without looking up from her copy of the Daily Prophet. "Rosie dear, it wasn't your brother, it was your father."

I gaped at the woman who raised me, taking in slowly what she broke out.

Dad chooses this moment to stroll into the room in his creased pajamas, holding a mug of coffee in his hands. It was evident he was the one who poured cold water on me because his pajama top was slightly wet.

"Morning Rose. Finally got up, have you?" he said nonchalantly, acting as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

"Dad."

"Rose."

"How old are you?" breathe in Rose. Calm.

"Why are you asking?"

"Answer me." Peace. Be rational.

"Old enough." he chuckled.

Screw it.

"THEN YOU SHOULDN'T BE POURING BUCKETS OF WATER OVER YOUR 16 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER." I huff and point my finger at him. He shrank a little under my death glare.

"Calm down Rose, please!" my mum cried.

"Calm down? You're asking me to calm down after what he's done?!" I shrieked.

I shout at my mother and she looks down at the floor, then immediately regret doing so. After all, she has done nothing wrong. But technically, it is their fault that I have the ability to become such a monster (I must say, quite a reasonable one). The result of a Weasley's and Granger's temper is mine.

"I'm sorry mum. But I think I deserve an apology from dad." I crossed my arms and waited.

We all looked at Dad, who was currently holding his mug of coffee and a ketchup bottle in his two hands, then accidentally took a sip out of the ketchup bottle. He sputtered immediately, "Blimey, this coffee tastes horrible!" He spat out what remained in his mouth. The rest of just sighed.

"Ron Weasley, apologize to your daughter right now." I smiled thankfully at my mother.

"S'rry."

"Geez, Dad."

Slightly satisfied and not wanting to create anymore arguments, I start to make my way to the bathroom when Hugo sniggers, "Well, well, my dear sister. Who's wrong this time? Making false accusations and shouting at your poor family!" He tuts mockingly. "Let's give the head girl of Hogwarts a round of applause." He sat there with his arms crossed, smiling jeeringly at me.

I stop dead in my tracks.

So that's how you want to play it? Two can play at that game.

Instead of killing him - which would have landed me in Azkaban unfortunately - or even retorting, I address my mother and smile sweetly at her. She looks surprised at the sudden change of my mood while a look of horror dawns slowly on Hugo's freckled face.

"Mummy, do you know that Hugy-wugy here is keeping a secret, so is daddy." I chirped. The two men gawked at me, absolutely horrified out of their wits.

"Y-you w-w-wouldn't!" Hugo stammered.

Oh yes, darling brother. I would, and I will.

"Mum, do you remember your favourite vase? The one that Crookshanks II broke. Turns out, it wasn't Crookshanks after all. Surprise! You see, Hugo and dad were playing Quidditch inside the house when you went to tea with Aunt Ginny, and accidentally knocked the vase over." I beamed and stuck my my tongue out at them childlishly.

Oh boy, this is going to be fun to watch.

Hermione Weasley faced her husband and son, nostrils flared with her face turning red from anger. Normally she would have kept calm, but under the circumstances that have been given, she was raging.

"Ronald and Hugo Weasley! How dare you play Quidditch inside the house! Look at what that foul sport has done. You both knew that was my favourite vase, absolute favourite! It was one of a kind made by the French wizarding society and it cost galleons!" She bellowed at the two who were obviously ashamed.

"Where's my wand Rose? Where's my wand! Go get it!" Mum ordered.

I hastily went to grab her wand, which was on the kitchen table. Dad and Hugo were defenseless, backing up against the counter.

"Calm down Mum, please!" I smirked, not meaning what I said.

"H-hermione, we'll make it up to you. Just put your wand down and we'll just get you a new vase. We're sorry. Aren't we Hugo?" Hugo nodded vigorously.

"GET A NEW VASE? DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHEN I SAID - " Mom started shouting her head off.

I would have loved to hear the rest of it, but considering the fact that I was creating a little puddle in the middle of the room, I ran upstairs to the bathroom. It's 7:16 am and so far nobody's dead in the house . . . yet. Just a typical morning in the Granger-Weasley household.

"Bye Mum." I hugged her tightly.

"Enjoy your seventh year, Rose. Make sure to study well for your NEWT's, and don't focus too much on Quidditch. But I know that whatever you will do, it will make us proud." Typical advice from Hermione Granger.

"My little girl, all grown up and already at her last year at Hogwarts!" my dad said affectionately as he joined us.

"I know, in a blink of an eye she's already a woman." Mum's brown eyes started tearing up delicately.

Dad bent down to hug me tightly and he whispered in my ear, "I ought to take away all your books for what you said earlier." He stopped talking when he remembered his wife was standing right beside him, listening to every word he was saying. She narrowed her eyes at him angrily to which he responded by hastily standing up, looking away from her.

"Relax this year Rosie. Don't worry too much about NEWT's, horrible things. You're your mother's daughter, you can pass those without batting an eyelid, so work on winning the Quidditch cup, eh?"

"Ron." His wife scolded him. "Don't listen to him Rose."

"Don't listen to her, she has never gotten her priorities straight. Just make sure you beat Ferret Jr. in everything. Daddy loves you." He grinned at his amazing parenting skills.

I roll my eyes then hug him once again.

"Where's Hugo? He left Snowy with me." Mum was holding an owl cage containing a handsome, white feathery bird. She craned her neck, looking flustered as she looked for her son. Hugo came striding on his long lanky legs and took his owl from Mum.

"Thanks Ma." he said and pecked her on the cheek before walking away. Not wanting him to get away with just that, Mum pulled him back into a large embrace.

"Mu-um! People are watching." Hugo complained.

"Don't worry dear, girls love it when boys show affection for their Mums. Just promise me that you will actually try and pay attention in class!" she sighed wearily. "You have your OWL's this year so you better do your best or Quidditch won't be an option for you any more and I mean it." Cue the stern look. "Enjoy your 5th year dear." Hugo nodded lazily and hugged his mother who smiled at him lovingly.

The train's whistle blew, signalling there were only five minutes left. "Come on Hugo, we've got to get on the train. It's going to leave soon. Bye Mum and Dad." We dragged our on the train and waved goodbye to our parents.

"Goodbye children. We love you both!" Mum cried out weepily.

"No boys Rosie!" shouted Dad.

Me and Hugo casually strolled down the corridor. I recalled the events from earlier. Phew, he seems to have completely forgotten I told on him and Dad earlier. Thank Merlin he isn't mad, I snicker.

"Oh, by the way, me and Dad haven't forgiven you 'bout earlier. We've already planned our revenge, so I wouldn't be celebrating yet if I were you." He looked back at me wearing a mischievous grin.

Oh well. I'll get back at him for whatever he does.

We separated our ways, going off to our own lives. While at Hogwarts, me and Hugo don't interact with each other much. He prefers to stay far away from me as much as possible. Must be something to do with his 15 year old ego, not wanting to be seen with his older sister.

I walked merrily down the corridor - who am I even kidding? I don't walk down merrily - when someone suddenly bumped into me. Thank goodness I only staggered back and didn't fall on my butt. However, I stumbled back against the wall and hurt my head.

I better not get a boo boo.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there.

"Woah sorry, mate. Oh, Rosie. Hey!"

"Hey back at you, Al!" I grinned at my cousin standing in front me. I stepped forward to hug him which he didn't respond to very well, as he hugs very much like Voldemort (I've heard tons of stories fro Uncle Harry).

Albus Severus Potter, my favorite cousin. We've known each other our whole lives and have tons of embarrassing stories to share with friends.

I broke of our hug. His tall figure overshadowed me, making me look like a midget standing at 5 ft 5. A strand of jet black hair falls over his green almond-shaped eyes. He's supposedly quite looking. Literally all the girls at school pawn over him, and the fact that he's Harry Potter's son just intrigues them more. Unfortunately for them, Al is completely oblivious to them.

"Where are you heading Al?"

"I'm heading up the prefects compartment. Wanna come with? I'm surprised you haven't boasted about your fancy Head Girl badge yet, like you were during summer."

"Shut up, Al. I'm surprised you haven't mentioned your 'Scorpius'."

"He's exactly the reason why I'm going to the prefects' compartment, Rosie." he slighted my disgust.

The problem being friends with Al is that his best mate is Scorpius Malfoy. To describe him in simple terms: a jerk. I had to taken heart what my father had said to me as I first stepped on Platform 9 3/4, but it went further than rivalry.

"So that's little Scorpius," said dad under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said mum, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry," said dad, but unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

I turned to look at who dad was talking about. His whole family looked out of place as they kept to themselves and only talked to one another. There he stood with his parents, clearly he had inherited his father's traits. Blonde sleek hair that complemented his piercing gray eyes, pale face and a pointed chin. In my 11 year old eyes, he looked beautiful.

Smiling kindly at him, his brown-haired mother hugged him tightly. His father also did so, bending down to embrace his son then whispered a few words in his ear. A small grin crept up on the young boy's face. When the whistle of the train sounded, pity crossed my heart when panic betrayed his cool composure as he made his way to the train solely, leaving his parents behind. The expression only lingered for a moment on his face, then it was gone. But it had shown a helpless boy, so lost in a world of his own kind. Then his eyes turn cold, too cold for a boy so young.

I have done exactly what my father told me that day. For the past six years at Hogwarts, his backside has been kicked by mine more often than anyone can imagine. He has managed to secure a permanent second place position in everything for as long as I am around. Rivalry in academics and Quidditch is just one part of the unique relationship we have.

The understatement of the year would be to say I hate Scorpius Malfoy. I do not hate him, I detest him. He is the bane of my existence, and someday he will be the death of me in the wrong way. He teases me, puts me down, and does everything he can to make himself feel superior. He struts around Hogwarts with a larger ego than the whole castle, acting as if he owns the place. It is a miracle how the arrogant prat manages to stay on the ground with that over-inflated head of his.

I look at Al, annoyed. "And what exactly do you need Malfoy for?"

"You know, he is my best friend." replied Al slowly, as if the fact that they were friends hasn't sunk into me yet.

I would have happily stayed away from Malfoy for the rest of my life if it weren't for Al. Unfortunately, he isn't the only family member who adores the git.

Al was sorted into Slytherin which came as a surprise to everybody. Him befriending Malfoy, as his next move, was the match that set a fire. At first my whole family was wary of the friendship of the two. But as the years passed, they had finally come to accept it. I am the only sane person to have not taken a liking to Malfoy. Even my own father likes him, it's ridiculous. They get along rather well because they both support the Chudley Cannons - talk about lame. Everybody knows the Holyhead Harpies are the best. Despite the fact he likes Malfoy, he still pushes me to beat him in everything.

Talk about the devil, he's right in front of us.

"Scorp! Mate, how have you been?" Al grins and steps forward to man hug his best mate. He looked quite comfortable doing so, even though he is a Voldemort-like hugger.

"Potter." Malfoy wore a grin that matched Al's as he embraced the youngest son of the Potter's. I'm pretty sure the two held onto each other for a second longer from appropriate.

Get a room, please.

I took a glimpse at Malfoy and to my discomfort, he had grown extremely tall during the holidays. His pale skin was no longer albino, but rather dancing along the lines of tanned. A fitted white v-neck showed off his perfectly sculpted body (please excuse me while I gag). It was rumored that he trained alongside with the reserve team of the Falmouth Falcons. His blonde hair was gelled up so he resembled a hedgehog.

Al and Malfoy stood in the middle of the train corridor, catching up.

"Rosie, want to go on ahead? I'm staying with Scorp." Al said.

"Sure, whatever."

Aware they were not, they were standing in front of Sophie Newton's compartment and her "clones", the barbie queen of all barbies. Throw a mini skirt, high heels and crayons on a doll the result is her. Her being a Hufflepuff disrespects the poor house. Sophie is one of the girls who followed every single move a popular guy in school made. She follows them wherever they go, memorizes their schedules and all. It's quite sad to for her, Al was oblivious to the fact that she stalked them. On the other hand, Malfoy ate up the attention.

Giggling as she opened the door to her compartment, she smiled flirtatiously at the two boys. "Well hello Albus and Scorpius. What brings you here?" she lisped.

I remember last year she and her friends started to talk with lisps thinking it made them sound all cute and sexy. Honestly, they sounded plain stupid since it didn't suit them at all. I snorted in disgust.

"Hey Sophie." said Al politely, unaffected by her flirting.

"Why hello, Sophie." smirked Malfoy, clearly enjoying the dallying.

It is at times like this where I absolutely love my cousin, and hate the guts of Malfoy even more.

Somebody please get me out of this place. I can't stand this cosy gathering anymore so I project my voice sarcastically and say, "If you people could just move over to the side that would be wonderful. Someone, me perhaps, would like to get along with their business instead of just standing here."

Everyone turned to look at me as if they had only just realized I was standing there after all this time.

"If it isn't Weasley." drawled Malfoy in his posh voice.

No, I'm Dumbledore.

I sighed and tried to scoot past them when the git blocked my way. "Move out of my way Malfoy." I muttered.

"Where are your manners Weasley? Say please." he smirked. Insufferable git.

"And go jump of a cliff. We won't get everything we want in life Malfoy. Now bye!" With that, I skirted around him.

Only a few meters later of escaping victoriously, I tripped. Over my own two feet. And landed on my face. Ouch.

Behind me I could hear Malfoy's irritating guffaw and Sophie's high pitched laugh. I had a feeling Albus was just shaking his head in disbelief. All of our family members know that I'm a klutz and have a special ability to fall over nothing. I could feel my face heating up and I knew that it now matched the color of my flaming red hair. Thank Merlin my back was turned against them.

Scowling, I was going to push myself up when a hand extended in front of me. I looked up cautiously too see who the owner of the hand was.

William Boot. Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, prefect, handsome, smart, funny and fit. The definition of perfection. I've had a crush on him since fourth year, not that he knows of course.

Actually, nobody knows. Not even my best friends. The last time I told someone who I liked, the whole school found out within 15 minutes flat. It was when I was in 3rd year and I had a major crush on Lorcan Scamander. I kept a collage of his pictures in my wallet. Blasted hormones. Last time, I told Samantha (my best friend), who told Lily, who told Dominique, who told Roxy, who told Fred, who told James, who charmed the Great Hall so hearts would fall down from the ceiling with ROSE LOVES LORCAN written on them. It was an absolute nightmare. To make the whole matter worse, Lorcan turned me down in front of the entire school during dinner. He even had the nerve to be blunt about it and not look abashed.

That event has scarred me for life. Therefore, I have never told another living thing - if you don't include my cat - that I like Will Boot. I look up into his chocolate brown eyes and melt inside. Carefully, I took his outstretched hand and he helped me up onto my feet.

"Thanks Will." I smiled shyly at him. My face flushed even more. He sent me back a charming smile

"No problem Rose." Please insert a picture of me swimming in a sea of happiness. I'm worried that somebody might mistake me for a tomato and bring me to the kitchens once we arrive at Hogwarts.

"Are you perhaps, by any chance, going to the prefects compartment? Would you mind if I went with you? I'm heading there myself." he asked. I answered as coolly as I could.

"Uhhh . . y-yeah. Sure." So much for being ccol. He gestures politely for me to walk by his side. We stroll down together, our shoulders touching. Thank Merlin for small corridors!

We engaged ourselves with small talk when he suddenly asked, "Where's your head girl badge? Don't you want to wear it?" his mouth was curving up.

"Wait, how do you know I'm head girl? And where's your head boy badge?" I retort not unkindly. I am genuinely shocked that he knows I'm head girl.

"Oh, come on. Everybody knows that you're head girl. I mean, who else is worthy enough to get the position?" his compliment makes me blush. "I'm far too laid back to get head boy." he laughed modestly. Such a waste. I was hoping to share a common room with him. What was McGonagall thinking when she chose not to make Will head boy?

We continue to converse for the rest of the time we walk down the corridors. At last we reach the prefects compartment. Will, being the amazing gentleman he is, opens the door for me to go inside first. I enter the compartment and see my best friends, Samantha Wood and Tom Smith talking to each other at the far end of the room. Me and Will bid our goodbyes to each other and separate our ways. I carefully make my way to two best mates, trying not to hit anyone in crowded room.

"Hey Sam, Tom!" their heads follow the sound of my voice.

"Rose! Finally you're here. What took you so long?" asked Sam.

"Sorry, got caught up in something." I smile slightly to myself but her beady green eyes don't miss it.

"Hmmm. You're smiling to yourself Rose, that is very very suspicious. Is it a boy? Spill it. Now." she demands.

"Stop right there. You girls can talk later when I'm not here. Save me from your gossip." interrupted Tom. His face was scrunched up into a look of disgust at the thought of girls gossip.

"Hey, in my defense, it's only Sam that likes to talk all pathetic and stuff. I'm far too dignified. And by the way, not a boy. Can I not smile to myself?" Such lies. I receive a hard punch in the shoulder.

"Oi, shut up will you. Just because you don't talk like a girl."

"Ow! That hurt." I complain while I rub my hurt shoulder.

"Think twice before you insult your Quidditch captain idiot." her eyes light up. Oh boy. "By the way, I got team captain this summer."

"We know Sam." Tom groaned. "All you talked about during summer was Quidditch strategies. I'm sick and tired already."

"Do you want to win the cup this year or not? We have to start planning. The sooner the better!" She can go on forever about her favorite topic. Both her parents used to be pros so it was inevitable for her to become a fanatic about the sport.

"Sam, shut it. Save it for when the season actually starts." complained Tom. We all have parts on the team. He plays chaser, Sam plays keeper, while I am the seeker.

"Are you deliberately planning to foil my plans on winning this year?" She makes this sad puppy dog face which I think is supposed to be cute. I think?

"Of course we want to win! We just don't want to discuss tactics right now, and that face won't work on me. You look stupid." I said. That puts her in her place. She sticks her tongue out at me but thankfully she stays quiet.

"You should start the meeting Rose." said Tom. I stand up and head to the front of the compartment where I clap my hands to get everybody's attention.

"Good morning to you all. I am Rose Weasley, your head girl for this year. Unfortunately, I haven't been informed who the head boy is. If anybody would care to enlighten me?"

"I'm here." An all too familiar voice says behind me.

I turn around to see who it is.

It's the ugliest thing in the world!

Oh wait . . . it's Malfoy.

MALFOY?