Hello everyone! You are now reading my brand new fic that is me attempting to make up for my lack of creativity for Prospering. Anywho, this is a Scorpius/Rose fic set in Rose's POV. I hope you enjoy!

"And then the prat tried telling me I was coming on too strong!" Dominque was chatting animatedly beside me, prattling on about how she and her latest boyfriend-of-the-week had broken up. She had managed to capture the attention of most of the Gryffindor table, though in my personal opinion her story wasn't the least bit fascinating. A similar one was told almost once a week, maybe once every two, about how her boy toy got a little too frisky and wanted in her pants a little too soon. However, I always believed Dominique was fast paced herself, which is why I was flabbergasted at her statement, though for a different reason than everyone else at the table.

"No way!" Lily managed to hiss, her hand reaching for her wand and her eyes searching for whatever poor bloke Dominique had wrapped around her finger this week.

"The git," Fred shouted much the same, already on his feet and moving toward the Slytherin table, obviously the house of the sod who was about to get his arse beaten. I rolled my eyes at my family's antics, quite the temperamental lot they were. My mind was slightly preoccupied; anyway, I was looking for Albus, my cousin and second best mate, following closely behind Scorpius Malfoy. I felt as though the two of them had been avoiding me lately, which peeved me quite a bit. Some mates those two were. However, if not for the fact that my two best mates were eluding me, I may have given Dominique more sympathy.

"Rosie dear, what's got your knickers in a twist?" Dominique seemed slightly peeved, more than likely having noticed the little concern I showed for her predicament. As much as I love my cousin, she's used to being showered with attention. My theory has always been that she's got a special place in her parent's heart, being "a special little accident" that occurred six years after their first child Victorie. She was even what prompted Fluer and Bill to try for Louis not even a few months later. Anyway, she was giving me a rather hard look at the moment, no doubt hoping I would join in Lily's and Fred's quest to avenge her honor.

"I'm worried about Al and Scorpius, actually. I was hoping to talk to them before term was over," I answered truthfully. I suppose it's time I let loose a bit of information about my two best mates. I'll start with Albus Severus Potter, considering he's a bit easier. We've been attached at the hip since we both were in diapers; our parents were those that made up the golden trio back when Voldemort was at large. He's my cousin, also, which only makes the bond stronger, I suppose. We never really fought until our first year, when Scorpius Malfoy came into the picture. My father had told me not to trifle with the Malfoy boy, he was bad news. Of course, I was only eleven and I had no idea what he meant. So I did, successfully avoiding him all the way to Hogwarts while I played exploding snap with Albus and James.

He was sorted into Gryffindor, which came as a shock to almost the entire school. At the time I didn't quite understand the big deal, either. To put it simply, my parents surprisingly avoided their pasts, claiming what happens in the past stays in the past, and that it shouldn't affect our present. Therefore, I had heard little of the Malfoy boy until I was standing on the platform about to board the Hogwarts Express. Still, his sorting still enraged me, Gryffindor was my house, and I wasn't going to share it with a bloke my father told me was bad news. Anyone like that didn't deserve to be in a house with me. And Albus had already been sorted, placed in Gryffindor as well. So my heart was torn as I made my way to the sorting hat and joined my cousin and the blonde boy and the table clad in garnet and gold.

We avoided each other successfully the first couple of days; whatever my father had told me his father must have told him about me. I don't even think we really spoke, picking seats on opposite sides of the room, choosing friends the other didn't associate with. He tested my wits, too, rising to a level equal to my own in almost every class. Of course, our bitter competition was shattered when he and Al were partnered in Potions together shortly after the start of school.

They were fast friends to put it lightly; Albus was generally a very accepting person, a trait he inherited from his father. Our first tiff occurred two weeks into my first term ever when Albus requested that Scorpius sit with us at lunch in the Great Hall. I screamed like a banshee, a fact I regret now, claiming I wasn't going to sit with a scum like a Malfoy. I had stormed off, and I had also greatly offended Scorpius.

He was always a better person than I was; He approached me later that day explaining how he didn't appreciate me flinging his name around like that. At the time I thought it was rich of him to say something like that, I had jumped to conclusions and believed he had been avoiding my because my last name was Weasley. And using my Weasley temper I let him know exactly what I thought of that, using a voice not appropriate indoors. What had astounded me was that through my screeching and rage, he had just simply smiled and said: "My father told me you'd probably lead our class. I suppose I let my competitive side get out of hand. I apologize."

I was speechless, needless to say, my mouth agape at how mature this eleven year old boy was being. It was then that I decided to be cordial toward him, at first for Al's sake and then because I actually enjoyed his company. By the end of first year we were inseparable, 'the new golden trio' I once heard us called.

Al always told me Scorpius and I would end up together. I was young when he first told me this, probably third year, and I blanched, thinking such a thing was absolutely preposterous. My best mate Scorpius and I in a romantic entanglement? How could Al think something so absolutely ridiculous? I had voiced these thoughts and he just smirked knowingly at me, shrugging his shoulders and refusing to explain his speculation further.

Now I should tell you he was absolutely right. No—not absolutely, Scorpius and I are definitely not together, despite the fact that I would like us to be. Yes, you have heard correct. I, Rose Jean Weasley, fancy Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. It actually came as a surprise, as years passed we grew closer and closer, if that were possible. And as years passed we also grew ourselves, developing into bodies fit for adulthood. I dated and he dated, however, almost every single one of his girlfriends I had a problem with. At first I found actual problems with them, and he actually listened. They had nothing in common, she snogged another bloke behind his back, I heard her call me a bitch. However, as he grew he began to pay more attention to the actual personality of the bird he dated, and then I had the problem of not being able to find anything wrong. But still, I loathed these girls and they loathed me, and these feelings were unclear until a few short weeks ago when we shared a drunken kiss at the victory party after a win against Ravenclaw for the Quidditch cup. I woke up with a wicked hangover yet I saw things more clearly than I had in years. I obviously told Al, seeking his advice on how to handle a situation such as fancying, maybe even loving your best mate…

"Rosie Posie! The sun would like to say its final farewell!" A sickly sweet voice crooned in my ear, and multiple bodies were collapsing on my bed, hoping to jostle me awake. I groaned outwardly, reaching for my second pillow and blindly throwing it, hoping to connect with my unknown targets. I missed; I heard it crash into my dresser, sending something flying to the floor.

"You should be excited Rosie! And not seeking to kill us so early in the morning!" Yes dear cousins, early in the morning, a time that should be spent sleeping and not trying to wake me. My eyes began to flutter open as I flopped onto my back, sun streaming into my sight.

"She lives!" I heard Albus call downstairs as if it were some kind of revelation. I vaguely heard a crowd cheering.

"Why are you prats trying to wake me up at-" I glanced over to my clock. "-6:30! Are you guys insane? It's summer break!" I screeched the second part, my arms flailing in an attempt to make contact with whoever was closest to me. I think I hit Louis, it sounded like his grunt, and I'm pretty sure I heard Lily squeak as I narrowly missed part of her anatomy. I finally stilled, only to sit myself up to face five eager faces.

"What's got you lot so excited?" I whined, rubbing my eyes as I tried to fully awaken. No one should be allowed to wake this early on break.

"Don't you know Rosie Posie?"

"You've been excited for weeks!"

"Are you going to miss me? You better miss me?" I looked to Albus with a bemused expression written on my features.

"Why would I miss you, I see you every—"And then it dawned upon me to check the calendar neatly pinned to the wall above my desk. August 15th, the day-.

"Will you get me a souvenir in Salem, Rosie?" I looked down to the youngest of all the Weasley/Potter's little Lucy, preparing for her first year at Hogwarts. And although I myself was preparing for my seventh year of school, I wouldn't be there to see her off, a realization that shouldn't have hit me so hard considering I had known for months. I wasn't going to Hogwarts this year.

"I'm going to school Lucy; I won't be seeing much of the United States. I'll try to get you something though, I suppose," I smiled at the little girl and she gave me a toothy grin as she slid off the edge of my bed and began heading toward the door.

Salem Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry, located off the beat and track in Massachusetts. I had been invited to their foreign exchange program at the beginning of the break and had jumped at the opportunity. As much as I loved Hogwarts, there were things I had hoped to avoid this year, awkward encounters I should have avoided. However, this gave me a chance to start fresh for the year, get away from all my soiled entanglements and kindle new friendships.

"Rose, get dressed! Your portkey leaves in thirty minutes!" My mother's voice called from downstairs, again followed by the cheers from who I presumed to be my aunts and uncles. I smiled to myself, my eyes lifting to meet the mirrored faces of my cousins.

"Out you go, I doubt you lot want to see me in my knickers," I grinned cheekily to have Fred, James and Albus all gag loudly.

"Merlin, Rose! Thanks for that mental picture! Appreciate it!"

"My eyes! My poor eyes!"

"Don't know any bloke who wants to know about that," James said that one and I replied by chucking a pillow at his face. He sniggered, tossing the plush item to the side.

"Relax Rosie, he's just got to tell himself that to make up for the fact that he's not going to be able to beat any boys off of you this year," Lily linked her arm through mine as I led her and the others to the hallway.

"Hurry down Rosie, I think we've got a surprise planned for you," Albus was the last to depart from my room, and he gave me a tight hug as though I was already leaving.

"Hey now, you've got another thirty minutes to deal with me. And doesn't everyone know I loathe surprises?" I really did detest surprises, every since Scorpius and Albus tried throwing me a surprise party in forth year in the common room. They had told everyone to hide behind the couches and jump out when I entered. Some seventh year whose name I can't recall got a little too excited and managed to sock me in the face when he threw his arms up. I've tried avoiding such situations ever since. I frowned at the memory.

"He's not going to be here if that's what you are thinking," Al told me, a small frown on his face. Unfortunately, no Al, those were not the thoughts plaguing me. But thanks for brining it back up. He worsened my mood, and I began to shoo him from the doorway.

"I'll be down in a few minutes," I replied rather lamely, giving him a sad smile as I closed the door, preventing him from saying anything further.

I emerged downstairs a while five minutes later, I had hurried to put on my sparse make-up even. And still, my mother was peeved.

"Rosie, you've left us all waiting! There are too many of us, how will we get all of the good-byes in?" She was serious too, a slightly hard look on her face.

"'Mione, cut her some slack, I'm sure this lot can be quick. We will see her at Christmas, anyway!" My father emerged from the crowd and wrapped his arm affectionately around my mother's waist. I rolled my eyes at the two of them but managed a smile, stepping forward to create a group hug. Before I knew it, another body had thrown itself into the hug I was sharing with my parents.

"Rosie, promise me you won't write!" I knew that sarcastically cheeky voice.

"Hugh, I promise I'll write to you every day on every single hour, detailing just how attractive my American classmates are!" I winked at him and nudged his side playfully once my parents released their grip on me. I then enveloped my younger brother in a tight hug. My father began chastising me for "looking at blokes that way". The poor sod still thought I was too young to date. Silly dad.

"Ugh, Rose! Ge'roff." His voice was muffled as I stuffed his face down into my hair. Curse his height. How was I one of the few Weasley's to inherit a short gene? Most of my family towered over me. I released Hugo to see he was smiling widely at me.

"I'll miss you Rosie. Please really do write, I'd love to hear what the U.S is like. But no boys in the letters, please?" He stuck his tongue out and I laughed, along with most of my family who had been listening in.

"I'll miss you too Hughie,"

Most of the farewells were much of the same, family members would tell me to write and I'd tell them that they shouldn't have too much fun without me. I was pretty depressed by the time I had gotten through my entire family; it was slightly surreal that I wouldn't be seeing any of them for quite some time. On top of that, the lack of a certain someone's presence was relieving and extremely missed at the same time. However, I pushed the heavy feeling in my heart to the side, knowing this program was for the best.

"Rose, come on, let's go. Your father has got the portkey set up in the back yard," As I began to walk I felt Albus fall into step beside me, throwing one of his arms casually over my shoulders and pulling me into a half-hug. When I turned I met his eyes, bright green just like his father's, and yet sad. I gave him a weak smile and turned to wrap him into a tight hug.

"Al, write me everyday, okay?" I whispered into his arm, and I felt his chest rumble as he laughed.

"Of course, Rosie Poise. What I'm I going to do without my favorite cousin?' I know other people were listening, eavesdroppers the Weasley clan was, and usually most of my cousins would protest someone claiming to have a favorite cousin. No one spoke a word, fully understanding and accepting the fact that I was truly Al's favorite cousin as he was mine.

"You've got Scorpius, I'm sure you'll do just fine," I don't know if he meant to answer me and he never got the chance, or if he just didn't know what to say, but Albus gave me a peculiar look before I was swept away from my parents.

"Rose, its right over there. That tin can in the middle of the lawn,"

"I'd suggest keeping your eyes shut the entire time. It's like apparition and I know how you hate that,"

"Don't move around too much, you won't get splinched but you'll feel funny when you land,"

"It's going to be early in the morning over there so don't make a rukus,"

I swear, I was being bombarded by last minute advice from my entire family and I didn't have the time to absorb any of it. I shakily stepped toward the center of the lawn, grabbed onto the tin can, and began to feel as though I was spinning on the spot. Before I knew it I was in a dark office, the cheers of my family members still ringing in my ears.

"Ah, Miss Rose Weasley, welcome to Salem Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry, I'm the headmistress Veranna Melten,"

I blinked, attempting to take in my surroundings. Immediately I began comparing the large room to the headmaster's office in Hogwarts. This room was rectangular with wooden panels lining the walls, giving the room a darker feel. One wall had rather dated wallpaper consisting of a man and his hounds duck hunting, repeated hundreds and hundreds of times over the expanse of the wall. I was standing before a rich wooden desk stacked neatly with papers, and I noticed many of them were supply lists for the students. As my eyes lifted I realized the headmistress was extending her hand toward me.

I squeaked a little, upset by my failure to notice the polite gesture. I took her hand and shook it, raising my eyes to meet hers. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Headmistress Melten. I'm excited to begin this year," I smiled politely, seating myself in the black leather chair across from her. Veranna Melten was much younger than I had expected, probably in her late fifties at the most. Her hair, however, was a beautiful silver, pulled back into a tight bun. She was wearing traditional robes in a dark blue color, much like professor McGonagall's. She seemed friendly, however, which made my nerves relax ever so slightly.

"As you may know, it's much too early right now, and most of our students arrived last night. Classes do begin this morning after breakfast in our cafeteria at eight. You'll probably be tired by early this evening due to the time zone difference, though I do suggest to refrain from sleeping too early in an attempt to adjust to our time schedule. Lunch will be after your third class if you have one, it's usually around one in the afternoon. Dinner will be at seven sharp. I presume our rules are much in the same as they are at Hogwarts, please refrain from using most magic outside of class and stay in uniform throughout all of your classes. Oh—here is your schedule," She paused only to shuffle through a bin of paperwork, allowing me to compose my thought momentarily. It was all so overwhelming. "You usually wouldn't be getting these until breakfast; however, I figured it would be nice to go over it with your aid. Which reminds me; our head boy has been assigned to show you around these next few days, he'll be waiting outside when I dismiss you,"

She stopped again, watching as I gave myself the chance to look at my schedule. I was taking the same classes I would have been in Hogwarts, my courses designed for a field in Healing, therefore the only core class I had dropped was Defense Against the Dark Arts. My electives consisted of Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, not Muggle Studies much to my mother's dismay. Despite my passion for learning I blanched at the sight of my classes, it was beginning to dawn upon me just how overwhelming this entire experience is.

"Miss Weasley, relax. You'll do just fine, I promise. I've got another exchange student arriving shortly. I suppose you'd know him, he's also from Hogwarts. You two can get through it all together. I've got some paperwork for you to sign, however, just a few small things, our code of conduct mainly. Here—"She handed me a small packet of paperwork, and I pushed to the side the fact that a fellow Hogwarts student was joining me. I was curious to who it was, however, I couldn't care less, as long as it wasn't one particular person. Scorpius Malfoy was the entire reason I came to Salem for my final year of learning. I heard a small pop as the second exchange student arrived and was greeted by the headmistress. I blanched, I knew that voice all too well.

"Rose?"

Yay, I'm actually really excited to write the fic, so let's hope I get new chapters up fast! This wasn't really meant to be a cliff-hanger, I assume it's pretty obvious who the second exchange student is. Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts, so please review!