AHHHH FIRST STORY! I used to have a different fanfic acc full of cringey wannabe-smut, but now I'm SOOOOOO into Scorose. Like, OTP (!). Anyways, this first chapter is going to be a long one because it's full of their years at Hogwarts until seventh year and post-hogwarts will be the remaining chapters. The POVs will be flip-flopping every chapter, and I tried to write Scorpius as a Brit, but since I'm American, I apologize in advance for the cringey british vocab. ANYWAYS, into the story.
A stunningly gorgeous redhead walked by and sneered in my direction. Well, isn't that just lovely. A perfect way to start Hogwarts. After that one redhead, another, shorter, auburn-ish redhead came along, chasing after the first.
"Dom, wait up! Wait, who was that?" She said, turning halfway as she walked after the other. Then a whole gang of redheads and the few particular heads of fair hair stampeded over me, squishing together into one big compartment. I truly hope I never have to experience that again.
"Wait." I said out loud to myself. Redheads, gigantic family… That could only mean one thing. The gigantic Weasley-Potter clan. This is going to be a long seven years. I thought to myself as I head back into my compartment.
All the first years lined up in alphabetical order to go up to the Sorting Hat. Honestly, I wasn't nervous at all, I knew I would land in Slytherin. But I could hear Aida Maherson's teeth chattering behind me, and it was bloody irritating.
"Could you stop that loud chattering, it's quite annoying." I said, concealing my true thoughts. If I ever wanted to make friends, I would have to be polite first. The whole sorting process was very swifter than I thought it would be. Before I knew it, it was my turn.
"Malfoy, Scorpius" McGonagall declared. A quiet hush spread across the tables until somebody said "What are you dimwits worried about? He's a Malfoy, he'll be a Slytherin." then a large laugh rang out. I must admit, it was quite embarrassing. Cheeks red, I climbed onto the platform.
"Ah, Scorpius Malfoy." A voice rang out in my head.
"Are you the Sorting Hat?" I send a message back, already knowing its answer.
"Yes. I remember when I had to sort your father. He was an easy one. Slytherin through and through. But you. You are different. Very ambitious, cunning. The Slytherin in you cannot be ignored. But you are also loyal. Gryffindor would also suit you. Kind, is Hufflepuff the one?" At that comment, I visibly cringe.
"A hufflepuff?" I cried out, indignant.
"No, the cunning in you drowns it out. You have wits fit of a Ravenclaw… I think I have made my choice."
"GRYFFINDOR" the hat yelled. Everything was in slow-motion. A Gryffindor? Ohmygod. How will I explain this to my father? I slowly trudge towards the Gryffindor table, whose residents looked at me in disgust. This will be a long year.
A Gryffindor. Who'd thunk? Scorpius Malfoy a Gryffindor. James was going to kill him. The Weasley legacy was kept in tact, I got into Gryffindor. I was tad disappointed to be honest. I wanted to be different from the rest of the innumerable amount of Weasleys that had been in Gryffindor. But you get what you get. As the prefects lead a mob into the Gryffindor common room, I turned to look around at Malfoy, who was keeping to himself as he went up the stairs. It looked like he regretted every step he took closer to the portrait of the fat lady. Poor guy. If his father hadn't been such a prick, I would've felt sorry for him. But something in my conscience was bothering me. I felt bad for him. He wouldn't have been able to make any friends if nobody stepped up first. But why does that someone have to be me? I groan inwardly. I'm such a bloody good person. He better be a good friend to me. I take a step towards him.
I step in the common room. I'll admit, the ambience is quite amazing. The crackling fire and all the red just warmed me up despite the cold atmosphere around me. A girl steps next to me and turns.
"Hello, I'm Rose Weasley." She said in a nice cheery voice. I raise my eyebrow. So this was Rose Weasley. Straight red hair in two pigtails, with a splatter of freckles across her nose. I gaze into her blue eyes. Was she serious? Did she wanna be friends with me?
"Scorpius Malfoy." I said, shaking her hand. In the midst of this "lovely" conversation, a taller scrawny raven haired boy came bumbling after us.
"Rosie! How does it feel like to be a firs… who's this?"
"James, meet Scorpius Malfoy." Rose said. James' reaction was… expected.
"Malfoy? Bloody hell Rosie! What are you doing talking to a prick like that?" He said. That hurt. He didn't even know me. If I knew life would be so difficult at Hogwarts, I would've gone to Durmstrang.
"But don't you feel bad for him? He won't make any friends as a Malfoy so I'm helping him by being friends with him!" Wait. Hold up. I could feel the irritation and anger boiling up in me. She has pity on me? That's a joke. She, Rose Weasley, has pity on me.
"No thanks Weasley. I'm not a charity case. Now leave me alone." I said as I walked away, from what may have been the worse decision of my life.
SECOND YEAR
Blimey. Second year already. We were waiting for the train to arrive with the whole family, when I saw a small group of blonds hanging at the corner of the station. Malfoys. Honestly, after that whole fiasco in first year, I absolutely despised him. Father was right. He was just a gigantic arse.
"Rose!" A voice rang out from behind me. I turn around and thoughts of Malfoy escape from my mind.
"Al!" I said, engulfing him in a hug. "You know, it's not very nice to leave your favorite cousin to hang out with your Slytherin friends all of first year."
"I know, I know, but I had to make new friends. But don't worry, from now on, it'll just be you and me." He said as he linked arms with me.
"Bye Al!" I said as we parted to go to our respective common rooms.
"Jumping Turtles" I said to the Fat Lady as she swung open. The common room was jam packed with new first years. I could spot Lily and Hugo in the crowd.
"LILS! HUGO!" I yelled as recognition flashed their eyes and they came to me. I started to talk to them when I heard a sneer come from behind me.
"Look who it is. Is it a halfblood convention in here? Probably not because all I see are dirty Weasels."
"Oh sod off Malfoy." I said, taking Lily and Hugo's hands and leading them to a secluded corner full of our family members.
Honestly, what was his problem?
"Alright class, please put your books away and bring your wands out." Professor Rinkles said. Honestly, at the rotting age of 164, you'd think he'd be dead by now.
"Today we will be learning the spell Lumos. Who knows what that spell does?"
Immediately, two hands fly into the air. I look up to see Malfoy competing against me for the answer. THAT PRICK! I narrow my eyes in disgust. Our eyes meet and revert to the professor to see who he will choose.
"Ms. Weasley." Ha! I lower my hand in triumph with a smug look on my face.
"Lumos creates light at the very tip of the wand, helping the wizard see in the dark. It's counterspell is Nox." I said.
"A textbook definition! Excellent Ms. Weasley. 15 points to Gryffindor!" After that, we just practiced the spell. The first to get it right was Malfoy. Ugh. I was only one second behind him! After class, everybody files out the door.
"Don't forget! You have a foot of parchment due tomorrow on the advantages and disadvantages of the spell Lumos!" A foot of parchment? Blimey. Suddenly, a figure shoves past me, pushing me down on the floor. Guess who it was? The great arse himself, Malfoy.
"A textbook definition. Could you be anymore of a know-it-all Weasel?" He taunts, erupting laughs across the hall. That git. How he landed in Gryffindor, I don't know.
"I don't know Malfoy, I'm pretty sure there were two hands in the air and the other was yours." I spit back, rising up to join Al who was waiting for me at the end of the hall. Honestly, what a bloody git. No wonder he has no friends.
YAY! I FINISHED A CHAPTER. Now, that was probably the longest chapter of fanfiction I've ever written. I was originally going to do like a chapter for each year, but I think it's better for myself to just skip to seventh year. If you have any questions of what happened between the gap of second year to seventh year, just pm me the question. Now, in this chapter, Rose and Scorpius were so OOC that I'm cringing. But it's also hard to write them as little kids… so sorry about that. Anyways, please stick with me throughout this whole story. Please review, favorite, and follow! What a long AN. I'll try to post as often as I can. BYE.
