Disclaimer: However much I wish I were, unfortunately, I am not J K Rowling, and, therefore, I don't own Harry Potter... I just own the plot and everything else in this story that you don't recognise.Author's Note: Hi everybody! wavesThis is the first story I have written, and I'm very excited about it, so hope that you guys will enjoy it, and that you won't be too harsh, since English isn't my native language, and there might be some grammatical errors... in that case, sue my English teacher!

A Rose Between Daisies

Chapter 1: Of introductions and cat-fights

I was sitting in the back seat of my dad's orange Ford something-or-another Stationcar. My brother, Hugo, was sitting right next to me.

My parents were in the front seats, in the middle of another "discussion', as my mum calls them.

"I'm just saying, Ronald, that driving left in the last swing was a huge detour! If you hadn't done that, we'd be at the station by now. Honestly, you've driven the route for almost 5 years now."

"And I'm just saying, 'Mione, that I'm the one driving, and we still have half an hour to get there", my dad snapped back, letting go of the wheel in sheer frustration. That, of course, made my mum yell.

While my parents fought over the wheel, and Hugo just sat next to me in his own world with his precious chocolate frogs, I got a call on my two-way. It was Samantha, my best friend, and the wackiest person on the planet Earth.

Apparently, she had dyed her hair black, which didn't actually surprise me since she always complained about it being red (mine is too, but she always excused herself by adding a quick, "it looks way better on you!"). I chose not to comment on it.

I had to say though, that the black hair really complimented her chestnut eyes. Her eyes were her best feature, and a huge mystery, since neither of her parents had brown eyes.

She started yelling, before I even got a chance to open my mouth, "WHERE ARE YOU WEASLEY? I've only been here five minutes, and the girl has already managed to drive me insane!"

I knew that by "the girl" she meant Grace Finnegan. She was the Gryffindor bimbo. She had long brown hair, with highlights, brown eyes and an Irish accent that made all the blokes in school drool over her, as if she were a veela. She was also the exact opposite of Sam.

"I swear to my grandpa's cell in Azkaban, that if you haven't arrived in 10 minutes, we are no longer friends Rosie", Sam continued, before ending the conversation.

Laura and Natascha, my other two best friends, of course weren't there yet, due to the fact that they always arrived at the last minute, so I was her only hope.

I didn't find it particularly comforting having to push my dad's temper even further, so I was very relieved when I saw Kings Cross.

Ignoring Hugo's scared facial expression, I quickly stuffed my two-way mirror back in my handbag and jumped out of the car as soon as my dad had parked it in a free spot (he took his sweet time, and I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands).

I ran so fast, you'd think Voldemort himself was in my heals, aware of the fact, that my mum would reprimand me once she reached me, but I would prefer a 'Hermione Weasley lecture' to Sam's wrath.

I stopped when I reached the barrier between the platforms 9 and 10, and looked around for any sign of curious muggles. I then ran through it, and onto platform 9 ¾, where I collided with something… or apparently, someone.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," the 'someone' said, in a strangely familiar voice. I had heard it before, but never in that tone… I looked up, just as the boy did the same, to see the one person that I swore to my self I'd avoid at all costs this year… or at least during the train ride.

"Malfoy," I mumbled, feeling more frustrated by the second.

'What a great way to start out the year' I thought to myself.

As soon as the bloke recognised me, he continued in his usual drawl, the one that I was oh so familiar with.

"Well, hello Rosie-Posie, fancy meeting you here! Where's the fire?" He then took a look around, eyes landing on the cat-fight developing in front of us. "Oh, by the way; if you haven't noticed yet, my sister is in the middle of biting Finnegan's head of, right over there." He turned back to me and pointed over his right shoulder.

I crossed my arms, and looked at him with eyes that clearly said 'no shit Sherlock', and snapped at him; "Why, thanks for pointing that out for me, Captain Obvious, and for wasting my time." (I know; Rosie, 5 years old!)

I wasn't angry, but the boy always knew how to push my buttons, without even trying.

Without a second glance, I strutted right past him, and went over to separate my best friend and her ark enemy (sadly, no, I'm not exaggerating!).

I don't actually know how I managed to get them to stop fighting, but it involved a lot of my pulling Sam in one direction, and, surprisingly, Scorpius Malfoy pulling Grace in the other direction by the wrist.

In the meantime my parents and Hugo showed up, all with faces that clearly read 'nothing new under the sun', which was, of course, true. The same thing happened every year.

I looked sideways at Sam, a little scared since she looked like she might murder the one closest to her. It was a look that she usually saved for my cousin, Albus.

"Thanks," she sighed, "I seriously think I would have killed her if you hadn't barged in Rosie." She looked very solemn, making me fall in to a fit of giggles.

"Well, it's kind of routine, isn't it?" Soon we were both laughing like maniacs. We were laughing so hard that several people turned their heads, and we didn't even notice Scorpius appearing at our side with a surrendering expression on his face.

"Uhm, girl-who-claims-to-be-my-sister-but-is-clearly-adopted, I just wanted you to know that mum's asking for you. She's got your trunk."

My best friend took her time to stop laughing, and sighed. "Coming Scor, just a sec," she told her brother. She turned back to me, and smirked when she noticed me looking after him, but quickly turned serious. "Make sure to find Nat and Laura, so we don't end up in different compartments, like last year!"

I promised her to do so, and she reluctantly when over to her family, with her hands deeply buried in her jean-pockets.

She and her dad didn't actually get along well, with her being in Gryffindor and all. She had rebelled by permanently-sticking red and gold posters all over her room. Mr. Malfoy had freaked out, and Sam had referred to it as "my proudest hour". I know she couldn't care less about her dad, but I still found it sad, because I was so close to my entire family.

I was brought back to earth by somebody yelling my name, and turned on the spot. My cousin, Lily, came running towards me, with a huge grin on her face.

Lily is Al's little sister, and the most beautiful 13-year-old I had ever seen. She had long flaming red hair, and chocolate-brown eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother, my aunt Ginny. She was also a bit of a tom boy.

"Hi Lils," I greeted her, "where's everybody?"

"Mum and dad are over by that wall, behind Malou Thurston's family, they are talking to your parents. Your mum didn't seem happy though…" She looked at me questioningly, but I chose to ignore that. Instead I began walking towards my family.

Apparently my dad and Ginny were having the same discussion they always have; Canons Vs Harpies. You see, my aunt used to play chaser for the Holyhead Harpies before she had my cousin James, and she has been a fan since she was, like, 13 years old. My dad, however, is a hopeless Chudley Canons-fan, just like me. I was brought up to be a Canons-fan, and every year during the holidays, my dad and I go to watch a game. That should also explain my bright orange handbag.

Mum looked mad, just like Lily had said, and I realised that, in my hurry to get to Sam, I'd forgotten my trunk in the car.

I gave mum and dad a sheepish look, and mumbled a quick "sorry". Mum just shook her head, showing that she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle an explanation.

She, then, handed me my suitcase, which I accidentally-on purpose placed on Hugo's foot. He shot me a nasty glare, and went to talk to Lily and her friend Rebekah.

I hugged aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry, before giving their godson, Ted Lupin, a huge bear-hug. He was 23 years old, and probably the coolest person in the world.

"How's my pumpkin? My, how you've grown Rose!" he faked amazement, and I hit him in the back of his head.

"Yeah," I replied sarcastically, "it's funny how much a person can change in one day…" I stuck my tongue out at him, and went to hug Al and James.

Jamie, being the mature boy that he is, yelled as loud as he could "GIRL-COODIES", and ran off with his arms waving in the air, probably to meet up with his best friend, and partner in crime, Jess, who's also my Uncle George's next-oldest son.

"I think they made a mistake at St. Mungo's 16 years ago, because that kid is not related to me, I swear it!" My aunt muttered to her husband.

Suddenly, I remembered what I had promised Sam, and found my two-way mirror in my orange handbag.

"Natascha Daniels," I said loud and clearly. In less than two seconds, my reflection was replaced by the face of a grey-green eyed girl with long, straight, light brown hair.

She cracked her infamous smile, and exclaimed; "Rosie m'girl! How's my favourite carrot top?"

"Where are you Nat?" I asked her. She flipped her own mirror, showing me a big red train with the words 'Hogwarts Express' on it.

"Don't worry, I'll find you. Yours is the only family where more than half the members are ginger, so it should be a piece of cake!" she laughed, and then disappeared from the mirror.

I, smart as I am, figured out that she was probably already there. And I was right.

Less than two minutes later, I heard the squeals of my two friends, and ran to hug them. I could feel Al and Hugo rolling their eyes behind my back, but was too caught up with my girls to reprimand them.

Natascha and Laura always arrived at the platform together. Nat's father was a muggle, and he worked 24/7. Her mum died of cancer when Nat was 8 years old. She is originally from Oxfordshire, but she, her dad and her sister moved to Boston a year after the death of her mother. My friend is strong, but I still sometimes catch her crying in secret.

"So… what did Blondie McBimbo do this time?" Laura asked me, humor dancing in her honey brown eyes. It was Sam who had made up the nickname.

"I did not actually ask her. I didn't have the time, because her brother dragged her off so quickly," I said, only just realising that I did not know the reason for the fight.

It didn't seem like the girl had heard me though, because she was now standing against the wall, with a pensive look on her face. That's Laura for you.

Laura Longbottom is my oldest friend, besides Al of course, because her parents and mine know each other from school. Her dad was our Herbology teacher at Hogwarts, while her mum was… well, a little odd… there is not much more to say about her. It was from her mum that Laura had inherited her dirty blond hair.

I gave her an odd look (she didn't notice of course) and turned to face Nat.

"Why are you here so early, by the way?" I smirked, "it's only five minutes to eleven. I assumed that you guys liked having to jump on the train while it's moving." The girl just laughed, and ignored my comment.

I looked over at my parents and saw that they were having a conversation with Mrs. Longbottom. I assumed that her husband was already at the school.

"So… Should we try to find Sam, Scorpius and a compartment? I don't know if it will necessarily be in that order, thinking about a couple of years ago, when little Sammie thought it would be hilarious to play hide and seek in the train without warning us." It was Al. He had walked over without anyone noticing, which caused me to jump two feet in the air when he spoke.

We all agreed, said goodbye to our parents and went to board the train.

Destination: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Okay, so this was the first chapter... Hope you liked it! I'd really appreciate it if you would please leave a review.Lea T A.