Disclaimer: Everything that are knowingly J.'s are hers while the rest are mine. :)

CHAPTER 1 : Misplaced ... some things

The young boy walked smugly along the school corridors with his robe flopping dramatically behind his legs. Unlike his uniform, the wind seemed to have no effect on his hair, as every blond strain remained unmoved by the slightest, combed back nicely. His grey eyes were pointed straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the bunch of pathetically patent interested girls. Tailing him was his companion – subordinate, a boy his age with a slightly darker skin and messy char-coal hair.

Meanwhile in the Great Hall, heads got turning as the typical murmurs over the corridors outside was over-towered by screams and shrills of girls, as if Peeves had just decided to make a comeback - anyone who's a first year would either reckon that or expected it from their parents' stories, on their first day of school. Otherwise, they would be expecting the so-called "Slytherin Prince", Sorpius Malfoy (and his side-kick, Caius Ilfit) to turn up.

And so they did – the little detour. They wouldn't be if a particular bushy red-haired girl hadn't caught Scorpius' attention from the end of the Gryffindor table. She got her nose in a big book evidently borrowed from the library. On both her sides, sat her cousins engaging in a battle of wits in which the girl seemed to have no interest of.

"Well, if it isn't the Weasle-Potty clan", Scorpius had predictably made an intro fit for trolling as he approached the three – it's habitual and in-the-genes.

For inexplicable reasons, the subordinate turned redder as they got closer. Lily seemed to notice this every time they had an encounter. Albus hypothesised, Scorpius take up so much air with that pointy nose of him that the poor brittle bloke have to struggle for it once we enter the chain.

"What do you want, Malfoy?", shot Albus in a manner - unbeknownst to him- similar to his famous war hero father when he faces the blond boy's dad in his school years.

"Ow, nothing. Just checking on to see how the bloody hell did a Whomping Willow made its way into the Great Hall", Scorpius responded with a slightly crooked upper lip.

Caius merely laughed to this that Lily could've sworn that he was trying hard to. The targeted prey seemed to not be shaken to the slightest with her blue eyes continuously skimming the ancient text on the book.

"Shut up, Malfoy!", retorted Albus.

Scorpius gave no heed to his reaction and simply focused on affronting Rose, "At least we know now that good soil is a necessity for the species or else it'll turn red!"

Caius laughed slightly harder this time, but only to please Scorpius - that was in Lily's eyes, and unless her heart deceived her, Caius seemed to be offended by the remark, even.

Rose did not hold back this time. In a blink of an eye, Scorpius was soaking wet with a grail turned upside down on his head. Rose was still seated, but with her upper body a bit twisted, her wand (Vine, 13 ¾ inches, Dragon Heartstrings) in her right hand, pointing towards Scorpius. Caius was now very red with his eyes darting between Rose and Scorpius.

"Oops", she said, "I don't think you'd need to worry about that though – I'm sure that it'll dry fairly quickly since the sun shines ever so brightly today", referring to Scorpius's hairstyle. He turned speechless.

Rose shot up from her seat, grabbing her book and held it in an embrace. Between that, a letter fell to the floor from between the pages. With eyes fit for an eagle, Scorpius wasted no time in retrieving it. Rose only noticed when it was in his hands and before she could utter any words of discontent, he unfold it and read it out loud. Lily noticed, while Albus stared in agape and Rose almost toppling over the bench, that every colour in the world was then drowned from Caius's square face.

"TO THE BEAUTIFUL ROSE WEASLEY,

SEEING YOUR COUSINS COMFORTABLY BE WITH YOU MAKE ME JEALOUS, EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE FAMILY,

TO BE ABLE TO TALK TO YOU, HOW WONDERFUL WOULD THAT BE?..."

Scorpius began loudly but the volume of his voice turned lower as the rest of the letter read on,

"Circumstances won't allow it, So we have to do it secretly,

Howabout in the Library?

By the table nearest to the restricted area, tomorrow at three?"

Just as Scorpius finished the last sentence, Rose seized the letter and stormed off with Albus and Lily behind her. All eyes in the great hall are now on him and Caius – but that did not bother them at all.

The letter had definitely taken Scorpius by surprise (and Caius seemed to feel the same way). Scourpius was not sure what to make out of the letter – does it bother him that someone liked Rosie or was he amused by the fact that someone actually ironically liked the dying Whomping Willow?

"... the library, 3.00 pm tomorrow, was it?"

A/N : Phew, first chapter of my first fic is done...in two hours of procrastination. I shall study now and I hope that my procrastination pays off and by that I'm obviously pleading for some reviews *^* XO, Bekah.