Scorpius remembered the first time Rose Weasley sat at the Slytherin table. It was the second day at Hogwarts, of their first year, and instead of heading to the Ravenclaw table for breakfast, she headed towards the Slytherin table to sit next to her favourite cousin. She attracted odd looks as she sat down right next to Albus, across from him, completely at ease, and grabbed a piece of toast. Albus looked around quickly and whispered in her ear "People are staring." She just laughed that tinkling laugh of hers and said loudly, "The only reason these people are staring is because they have nothing better to do with their lives." It amazed him how a lowly first year could make even the superior seven years look ashamed. But then again, only Rose Weasley could sit at the Slytherin table at breakfast everyday and not give a damn about what people said. And so the tradition started of Rose sitting next to him and Albus every day for breakfast, and them sitting with her at the Ravenclaw table for dinner. It was only during lunch that they all sat at the correct tables.

But Rose Weasley had started something. No matter how much better House Unity had been since the Battle of Hogwarts, students had never dared to sit at another table for more than a couple of minutes, not even the offspring of the Golden Trio.

Now in his seventh year, he smirked at how that had changed. In fact, it was becoming pretty useless to even have the house tables anymore. He was sitting at the Gryffindor table next to Albus, and talking to Hugo Weasley from Hufflepuff about Quidditch. That was another thing that Rose had changed. She had grown sick of the of the suspicious glares and dirty looks everyone had thrown Scorpius (including her own family), and had so one day stood up in the middle of the Great Hall in her fifth year and announced loudly to everyone that just because most of the people in the hall were shallow twits didn't mean they had to blame Scorpius for his father's faults. He had never been reprimanded again.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Rose Weasley, sitting next to him.

"Just the way you changed how things work at Hogwarts," He answered.

"Do you mean the way I insulted everyone about how they had no lives or the way I called everyone shallow twits to stop them judging you." She said jokingly.

"Both. But more along the fact, that only you could change age old prejudices."

She smirked and kissed him on the right cheek. "You mean the prejudice that Malfoys are all scum?"

He shook his head, hiding a smile. She kissed him on his left cheek. "What about how Malfoys could never be friends with a Potter?'

He shook his head again, not managing to hide the smirk on his face. She smiled teasingly and kissed him on the lips. "Then what do you mean?"

He brought his mouth right to her ear and whispered quietly, "I mean the prejudice that a Malfoy and a Weasley could ever be in love."

She turned her head to meet his, smiling brightly and kissed him passionately, ignoring the cat calls and whistles from her family.

I was incredibly bored and this just popped into my head. This is the first oneshot I've written that I've actually decided to post on fanfic, and my first Rose/Scorpius.

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