First Year
She first talked to Scorpius Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express. It was only a word, but she still felt it started everything that happened between them. He and his friends had strolled through the compartment she was sharing with her cousin, one of his companions glaring at Albus.
Albus looked at him suspiciously. "What's your problem?" Of all the flaws Albus had, the one that got him into the most trouble was speaking, most of the time sharply, before thinking. His ears turned pink even as Rose watched.
"You're one of Potter's kids, right?" the boy growled, staring down at him as if he were something unpleasant on the bottom of his shoe.
The blond boy Rose's dad had called Scorpius shot a warning glance at his big friend. "Goyle…"
Goyle strutted away from the compartment after sneering once more at Albus.
Al's eyebrows drew together. He looked at Rose with concerned, wide green eyes. "What do you think of it?"
"Goyle's father was caught using black magic by your father."
"I wasn't asking you," Albus told Scorpius, flustered.
"Albus, don't–"
"So you're a Weasley, aren't you?" The blond boy interrupted, looking at her with calculating grey eyes.
Rose glared at him. "So?" She was beginning to think her father was right about Scorpius. He wasn't a person to get close to.
Scorpius frowned. He left the compartment without another word.
