Not Going to Happen
By: Mimosa_In_The_Morning
Pairing: ScoRose (Scorpius Malfoy x Rose Weasley)
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, however, there would be plenty of Marauder's Era tales and I would not stop after Next Gen… I'm like the energizer bunny when it comes to Harry Potter! I just keep going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and…
Disclaimer 2: This is my story, however, my words and my ideas… so I would prefer if you left it that way (you know- legally) and left this story on my profile only. Yeah, cool concept. In other words: DON'T TRY TO PASS MY STORY OFF AS YOUR OWN. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THAT. Thank you for your time, I hope you enjoy the story. :-D
Summary: No matter what tradition says- it's NOT going to happen. Scorpius and Rose are determined to break a tradition that's been around since the founding of Hogwarts.
"ROSE! HUGO!" Hermione Granger-Weasley called to her children as she set the table (the Muggle way, of course), "time for breakfast!"
"I'm up," Rose, the older of the two, said brightly as she entered the kitchen from the back porch.
"Oh! I didn't know you were up!" Hermione wiped her hands off on a dish towel and looked her daughter up and down several times, wondering if something was wrong with her, "did you get any sleep last night?" she asked when she noticed the greying bags underneath Rose's eyes.
Rose shook her head but started explaining before her mother could jump in with how unhealthy it was to skip a good night's sleep, "I had to, Mum," she yawned, "I wanted to be awake when the post came."
"And has it arrived yet?" her mother asked, seeming impatient.
"Well, no…"
"Does it ieveri arrive before seven o'clock on Wednesdays?"
Rose looked up sheepishly at her mother, "no?"
"Exactly!" Hermione shook her head and wiped her hands on her jeans, feeling like they were still damp from kitchen work, "no more staying up all night, alright? School's starting soon and I won't have you be sleeping in while you're there."
"I wouldn't dream of it, Mum," and she really wouldn't. Rose Weasley was an amazing student. She had top marks in all of her classes and she wanted, more than anything, to be chosen as Head Girl for her upcoming seventh year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been her dream ever since she was a little girl and her mother told her that ishei had always wanted to be Head Girl, but, because of the war, she was not able to fulfill that wish. Rose wanted to make her mother proud and follow in the footsteps her mother would have taken. Besides, she enjoyed being the leader. She liked to make sure that everyone and everything was in their exact place; she liked helping the first years find their way to class. She had been a Prefect for the past two years, so it was more likely that her name had been put into the list of possible candidates.
Aside from the obvious perks like making sure everything was perfect and in its proper place, Rose would finally be free from having to patrol the halls with her less qualified Prefects. iIfi she were given the position of Head Girl, she would patrol the deserted hallways of Hogwarts with the Head Boy; who would- hopefully- not end up being someone worse than Voldemort. iIfi she became Head Girl, she would never have to worry about sharing a dormitory with annoying girls gossiping into the wee hours of the morning, and, above all else, she wouldn't have to deal with Scorpius Malfoy on a daily basis.
When she patrolled with the other Prefects, Rose had almost ialwaysi been paired up with the dreaded Malfoy boy. Headmistress McGonagall thought that they should try to integrate stronger house unity, and she did so by mixing up classes even more, and allowing the houses to sit with each other at meals if they so desired. This also meant that the Head Boy and Girl were only allowed to pair up people of the same house for patrol once a month. iThati meant that, more often than not, the Gryffindors would patrol with the Slytherins. Albus would go with Petunia Parkinson; Rose would wind up stuck with Malfoy.
i'Not this year!'i Rose decided, because she was determined to win the prize of Head Girl- no matter the cost.
Today was supposed to be the day they received their letters, telling them what they needed for seventh year and whether or not they had been made Head Girl/Boy. Rose had been so excited that she had not been able to sleep a wink the previous night. She decided to go out on the back porch and think about what she would do if she were granted with the title, but that only aided in the increase of her enthusiasm.
"Rose, sit down! Don't just stand there staring into space." Rose had become so used to Muggle jargon, being raised by a Muggle-born like her mother, so the strange saying didn't faze her as much as it did her father, who had just entered the room with Hugo.
"What does that one mean again?" he asked as he sat down at the table. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes at the same time as Hugo. Rose almost laughed at their similar mannerisms, but she was still far too strung out to show any emotion but anxiety.
"Honestly, Ronald," Mum shook her head again in her motherly, chastising way… but there was still a small smile on her face, "after all these years, you still don't know what I'm talking about half the time!"
"That's only 'cause you're so much smarter than me!" Dad rarely gave out compliments; when he did, he did it in the privacy of his own home- where no one would have any proof he had done the complimenting.
Mum blushed and cleared her throat; she hated not being in full command of any situation that involved Dad.
"Yes, I suppose you're right," she nodded and turned around to grab a pitcher of orange juice for the table. Rose didn't miss the smile that stayed etched into her mother's features as she sat down with the others at the table. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Mum asked as she poured herself a glass of juice, "let's eat!"
Rose wanted to eat- really, she did!- but a quick glance at the clock on the wall told her that it was already seven forty in the morning… and the post owl istilli had not arrived with her letter. What could possibly be taking the wretched bird so long? Rose was starting to think that she might be having homicidal urges to murder an owl, when she was suddenly startled by a tapping at the window.
"Mail's here!" Dad laughed as he unlocked the window and lifted it up so that the black, almost purple, owl could fly in and drop its load in the middle of the table… on the pancakes.
"Mine first!" Hugo shouted as he sprang up from his chair and reached for the pile.
"No way, Hugh! I've been waiting my whole life for this letter!" Rose argued as she too leapt up to grab the mail.
"Sit down!" Dad ordered in his voice that said 'or I will iSilencioi the both of you this instant!' It still had enough power to strike an inkling of fear into his children, so they both sat down and watched anxiously as he sorted through the mail.
"How long is this going to take, Dad?" Rose asked as she fidgeted in her seat, waiting for him to toss an envelope her way.
"As long as I want," Ron replied, somewhat petulantly.
"Ron, stop teasing and give them their letters," Hermione scolded and gave the crooning owl a bit of bacon from the table. The Hogwarts crest around its neck reminded Rose of school, and school reminded her of being Head Girl… she almost groaned in frustration.
"All right," he muttered in defeat, "here you go."
Rose tore her letter from his hand in an instant, but waited for a moment before ripping it open.
"What are you waiting for, Rosie?" Mum asked, "You've been antsy about this letter since school got out, don't you want to know what it says?"
Rose studied the outside of the envelope carefully, memorizing each and every letter and the way they curved just slightly to the left.
iRose Nymphadora Weasleyi
iSmall Cottagei
iNumber 5, Fawcett Dr. Ottery St. Catchpolei
The writing sent a shiver of excitement down her back, and yet… she couldn't open it. She was far too nervous to open the letter and be met with a supplies list and disappointment. She feared that maybe she had gotten her hopes up too high. But she didn't want her family to know that she doubted herself, because Rose Weasley ineveri doubts herself.
So she opened the letter.
She mumbled through the words that meant nothing to her, until she reached the bottom of the scroll.
i'…we are very pleased to announce that you have been chosen as this year's Head Girl-'i
"YES!" she shouted and burst out of her seat as if she had just swallowed a barrel full of Fizzing Whizzbees, "I'm Head Girl, Mum!" Rose almost cried with relief.
"Oh, congratulations, Rosie!" Mum's smile threatened to split her right in half with its glowing pride, "you'll be a wonderful Head Girl!"
Dad's large ears, which he had never quite grown into, seemed ready to fall off when he heard the news, "fantastic, Rosie! I knew it would be you! From the day you were born, I knew you had something special in you, I just iknew!i" If there were one person that Ron complimented ieveryi chance he got, it would be his Rosie.
"What about you, Hugo? Did you make Prefect?" Rose asked her little brother as he dug into his pancakes. Thankfully, he swallowed before answering.
"Of course not!" he laughed as if the idea were preposterous, "and that's just the way I like it!"
Rose laughed and reread her own letter to savor each word anew as she sat back down. Nothing could ruin this day; it was absolutely perfect! Nothing, except…
i"Scorpius Malfoy?"i Rose said aloud as she scanned the paragraph once more to make sure she was seeing things correctly. No… it couldn't be! The letter in her hands, the letter she had waited at least a decade for, said that her co-Head would be none other than the King Prat himself!
i'How can this be?'i she thought as tears welled up again, this time for an entirely different reason. How could iMalfoyi be the 'Head' of anything but his own vanity? How could he have better grades and morals than iAlbus Potter?i
The thought of spending an entire year in a conjoined dormitory with Malfoy made Rose feel a bit ill.
"Rose?" Hermione looked concerned when she saw her daughter blanching at the missive she had been so jubilant about merely seconds before, "is something wrong?"
That seemed to snap her out of her funk, "not something, Mum! Everything!"
"What happened? There's not been a mistake, has there?" Ron asked.
"Of course! This must be a mistake!" Rose tried to convince herself aloud… it didn't work.
"What is, Rose?" Hugo asked, not bothering to down his breakfast before opening his mouth this time.
"This letter says that iScorpius Malfoyi is to be Head Boy this year," she replied.
"Well, I don't see a problem with that, Rose," Hermione clucked her tongue as she continued her breakfast, "the few times I've been around him he has seemed rather… decent."
Rose wanted to puke at those words. There was no way, in any universe, that Malfoy could be considered 'decent.'
"That's just what he wants you to think, 'Mione," Ron interjected, "they're all like that. Slimy, Slytherin scum!"
"You watch your tongue, young man! Did the war teach you anything?" Ron's 'Dad Voice' may have been scary… but Hermione's 'Mum Voice' was frightening.
"Sorry," Dad apologized and looked down at his plate. He glanced up to catch Rose's eyes and winked, letting her know that at least itheyi were on the same page about Malfoy. That made Rose grin just a bit.
"That's right, you're sorry!" Hermione shook her head, it seemed that she had done a lot more of that action after becoming a wife to a large child like Ron, and mothering two of his head-shake-inducing children. "Finish up, you lot… we've got a lot to do before school starts."
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