Prologue
***Rose's POV***
Let me get this our of the way now: I am not a Weasly. My mother is not Hermione, nor is my father Ron. I am a mermaid, a princess in my land. I think Hermione knows this, but as far as I can tell, Ron is absolutely oblivious, and I'm sure Hugo is. I better talk to her before she talks to him that their adopted girl was not human. If they figured it out, then who would next, and even though Hermione had worked at changing the magical racism laws, but that didn't subdue the actual racism. For some of the leaders who were against her it would have been blasphemy for a mermaid to carry a wand and attend Hogwarts, corrupting their precious little children. Humph, as if I was going to corrupt anyone. They're just sore losers.
Now I'm here on the train, back in the Head's compartment changing into my Hufflepuff robes. Hermione had been so proud because when I told her because now her "daughter" was the poster-child against stereotypes: a smart Hufflepuff. I'm sixteen, and I just read a letter from my real parents saying that I had an arranged marriage to save our world. If I didn't marry this guy then the two nations would collide and a bloody war would ensue. I could be murdered in my sleep by them if I didn't do it. More importantly all of those people I care about could be murdered in my sleep. My cover family, and that entire clan they belong to, including some that I've never even met before. How did they always know just how to make me do anything they wanted, whether I liked it or not. Most of the time the answer to that was not. And the poor guy I had to marry made this entire thing even worse. He was a faerie prince. Merfolk and the faeries have been mortal enemies since the birth of our nations. If I didn't do this then it would result in a bigger war than the one that was fought in the 5th century. This war could completely wipe out both of the populations in entirety. Now way could I rest peacefully with all those innocent lives speaking at my soul for the rest of time.
That stupid boy's name was Scorpius Malfoy. But he wasn't a Malfoy, was he?
***Scorpius's POV*** (A/N: this is kinda the same thing from his POV)
Let me say this now: I am not a Malfoy. My mother is not that stupid Pansy, and my father is not Draco. I am the youngest faerie prince. Draco may have some suspicions, but since Pansy was away for two years and I looked to be about the right age, so he couldn't exactly say anything. I even looked a bit like him, so if he was wrong then he would be in big trouble with Pansy. It was interesting to watch them because Draco didn't love Pansy, even if it was obvious to everyone but her. Because I'm a faerie I know he would consider me his "servant" and Pansy would be just as bad. He would think that I would be a disgrace. Of course I can't be called a disgrace, yet. I'm head boy, and a seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. At least I can move out after this year, being supposedly seventeen in February. Then I don't have to see either of them ever again.
Now I sit with my fellow Ravenclaws in our compartment, instead of being aloof and in the Head's compartment. But I just got a letter from my real parents about an arranged marriage to save our entire nation. If I don't a bloodier repeat of the war of the 5th century, then I would. A war worse than that would obliterate the faeries. All those lives would haunt me for all of the time was soul was in existence. That poor girl I was being forced into matrimony with made the entire "arranged marriage" thing worse. She was a merprincess. Our people had been enemies since the birth of both kingdoms. I knew her, and she was the worst kind of Hufflepuff, the un-stereotypical kind. She was smart, besting me every time on every test, and I'm a Ravenclaw!
That stupid girl's name was Rose Weasly. But she wasn't a Wealsy, was she?
(A/N: This is my first fanfic so go easy on me. No flames, but should I continue with it?)