DISCLAIMER: As much as it pains me, Harry Potter and the rest of the hot characters in the book can never be mine. And so are the songs of Paramore.
Author's note:This is a fanfic about Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy. I hope you like it…
Chapter 1- Here We Go Again…
"How the bloody hell did you become Head Boy?! You're a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake!" Rose told Scorpius. He lifted one of his eyebrows and smirked. "And I don't understand how a pest like, who's probably as annoying as Peeves, could actually be chosen as Head Girl. Just because your uncle Harry Potter doesn't mean you're 'destined for great things' as he is, Red", he replied and made her scowl.
"Do people know how utterly vile you are, or is it just me?" she coldly asked. "It seems that I can't be a gentleman to someone who's more a monkey than a lady" he answered with yet another typical Malfoy smirk. Rose gasped.
"Excuse me?! I'll show you who's the monkey, you baboon!" she exclaimed and sent a book flying at him, hitting him in the nose. "You bitch!", Scorpius howled. Rose sneered as he straightened his glasses. "I thought I was a monkey, not a female dog."
Just then, Professor McGonagall (yep, she's still alive and as austere as ever) entered their compartment, stopping their 'little argument'. "Are you both through now? Even the ones in the farthest compartment can hear you howling at each other" she said, making the two wince before adding, "What a great way to set an example to the other children. I should take your badges from you right this instant if I could. But I've already given them to you, so I can't just take them back". The headmistress continued to lecture.
"I'm deeply sorry, Professor. I swear it will never happen again." Malfoy said to the aging woman.
"Yeah. Me, too." Rose mumbled as McGonagall began to leave...
"Wow. That was a close one. My mum would've killed me if I lost my badge." She sighed as McGonagall left the two of them. "Well, at least, they'd care. I'm the best student here, and all my dad ever said was 'You spend more time with ghastly books. How did I ever raise such a bookish son?'" Scorpius said.
"Ouch. It must be tough for you, having a dad like that. I would rather die than live with him. Maybe it's cuz I'm a daddy's girl. My dad was ecstatic when he found out. He said 'You have Fred & George's knack for trouble and Percy's brain! A Weasley through and through.' Sometimes, I wish he'd see me as, well… just me."
"Me, too. My father keeps saying I'm a Malfoy, so I should act like one. But then everyone else is expecting me to be even better."
They sighed. "Why can't being ourselves be just enough?" They both wondered…
"You know what, Malfoy? You and I seem to be two of a kind."
"Yeah. People keep expecting something great from us." Malfoy said. "The problem is that we're not what they expected." Rose told him. "I mean, my mom thinks I'm too much of a Weasley. Your dad thinks you're not trying too much to be a Malfoy." She continued. "The only thing that would disappoint them even more is if we hook up." Rose kidded and laughed.
"Wait, what?" Scorpius asked and paused to think. "Red, that's it! It's brilliant. You're bloody brilliant!" He exclaimed and grinned.
"What? Us hooking up? Hell, no. They'd be furious. My mom would rather see me getting into trouble than making out with you….Oh, now I get it." Rose said and grinned. "They'd hate seeing us 'fraternizing with the enemy' so much that being ourselves would be better than being together."
"Malfoy, it's pure genius! And I thought of it first!" She cried out and hugged him.
"Okay, okay. I think you're getting just a little bit carried away there, Red. It's just pretend, not the real thing. So stop hugging me." Malfoy said and smirked…again.