A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! I know...Unfinished Business hasn't been updated in awhile. I'm kinda at a road block on it, so please be patient. Anyway...after reading DH the juices started flowing again, only this time, it wasn't on a typical couple. The small glimpse we got of Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy at the platform got my (and my sister's) juices flowing. The children of enemies fall in love. Can you imagine the chaos that would follow? We could! That's where this, Romeo and Juliet for the 21st Century, came from. The majority of it is already written, but we're still trying to clean it up and make it the best stroy ever. This chapter is just a taste of what to come and possibly not completly finished. I just wanted to see how many people were interested in seeing what happens next. So...if you want the next chapter, leave us (my sis and I) a review. Hate it, love it...LET US KNOW!
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I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. It was my first day at Hogwarts. I couldn't believe I was finally going; after so many years of waiting, I was finally on my way to the most magical place in the world, or at least that's what my mum, dad, aunts, and uncles always told me. That day, Daddy told me to be sure that I beat him in every exam. That was never a problem for me, seeing as I am the daughter of the twentieth century's greatest witch. At that time I couldn't understand my father's strong dislike for this boy. They had never met, not that I knew of at least, so what could cause such great a resentment of a grown man towards a young boy of 11. I would find all that out on the train. Looking around the train for somewhere to sit, the only available seat just so happened to be with this boy. Curiosity got the best of me, so I entered the compartment.
"Is anyone sitting here?" I asked, taking a look around the vacant space.
"No." he said, slightly rolling his eyes.
"Mind if I join you? Everywhere else is either full or has some member of my family in it." I said, taking a tentative step over the threshold.
"Not at all. I'm Scorpius, by the way. Scorpius Malfoy." he said with a slight tone of arrogance, looking up slightly from the book that was in his lap.
"I'm sorry, but did you say Malfoy?" I said as I lunged my trunk onto the top of the compartment's storage rack. I turned around and took the seat across from him.
"Yes. Why?" he asked, setting the volume down and looking at me
"Nothing. I've just heard a lot about your family. That's all." I couldn't believe it! My daddy would be so mad to know that I was sharing a compartment with a Malfoy. I had grown up my entire life hearing of the infamous Draco Malfoy and how he had tormented my mom, dad, aunt Ginny, and uncle Harry while they were all at Hogwarts. I'd heard the story of how he was the one that was suppose to kill Dumbledore, but wasn't brave enough to follow through on the task. I knew that he was the youngest Death Eater Lord Voldemort (yes, I say his name) had ever recruited.
"And you're still here?" he said with mock surprise. "Usually when people find out I'm a Malfoy they run in the opposite direction." This was the first time I heard him laugh. A laugh I would grow to know, and one day fall in love with. "You never mentioned your name." he said looking me full in the face.
I blushed. Damn the Weasley skin that I had inherited from my father. "I'm so sorry! I'm Rose. Rose Weasley." I said, offering my hand for a friendly shake. He didn't take it. Instead he looked at me as though breathing the same air as I was punishment enough. No doubt he had heard of me. How could you not. My parents were, unfortunately, best friends with Harry Potter and had helped him in the fall of Lord Voldemort, my aunt played Quidditch for the Holyhead Harpies, my grandfather was very high up in the Ministry. All in all, when the Weasley name was mentioned, people tended to flock us.
"I am so dead if my father ever finds out I'm sharing a compartment with….with….one of them." he said, his eyes going back to normal.
"One of who? Is there a problem with my family?" I said, getting very defensive. This is where my mom tells me that I'm most like dad. Neither one of us is very level headed and tend to say the first thing on our mind when in a fight.
"A Weasley. No, I don't have a problem with your family. My father and grandfather may, but I don't. I think what your uncle did was bloody amazing. I'm actually very different from the rest of my family. That whole 'pure-blood' craze just isn't for me. Though if you ask me to my face, I'll lie. My father would Avada Kadava me before I could explain myself. I usually just keep those kind of opinions to myself." He looked at me, his face slightly pink, and then out the window.
"Wow. My family told me that, but I didn't know it was that important to some people. I'm half, in case you were wondering. My mum's muggle-born and my dad, well you know about him." I said, looking out the window myself. "So, how was your summer? Did you and your parents do anything special, since you were leaving for school?" As much as our parents may have hated each other, I wasn't going to let stupid prejudices get in the way of making friends. In the 10 minutes that I had been talking to Scorpius, I had already learned that he was very different from his family. I wasn't going to base my friendships on the deeds of the person's parents. That wouldn't be fair. Each person deserves to stand on their own and be judged according to their own merits.
"Nothing too special. Father and I went to the Quidditch World Cup this year. That was my first professional game."
"NO WAY! I can't believe that! My family goes to games and tournaments all the time. I can't wait until next year when I can try out for the house team. Daddy made sure I could ride a broom as soon as I learned to walk, although mum didn't go for it very much. She's terrified of flying and was afraid of me getting seriously hurt. I've been playing Quidditch ever since. I like keeper, unlike my cousin, James, who wants to be a chaser like his grandpa." I had no clue what had made me tell all that to someone, especially a Malfoy. I don't know what it was, but there was something about Scorpius that made me open up more than I usually did.
"Yeah, well, my father is rarely home. He's a workaholic, so spending time with him is a pretty big deal. I was actually surprised he didn't cancel on me this year, like he did last year." he said with somewhat of a sad tone. He looked away quickly, as though he was trying to conceal how hurt not spending time with his father made him.
"What house do you think you'll be sorted into?" I asked, changing the subject to something less depressing than his family, quickly.
"The majority of my family's been in Slytherin, but I'm not picky. Wherever the sorting hat decides to put me. It'll just give my father another reason to be upset with me. Where are you hoping for? Gryffindor?" he said, a mischievous smile twisting across his face. Seeing him smile made me blush. I took several quick, calming breaths before I responded. Why was I blushing? I'm usually not this embarrassed. I'm bold and brave, the exact qualities that they look for in a Gryffindor. I didn't know what it was about this boy, but something about him was making me queasy.
I laughed after I got myself under control. "Yes Gryffindor. My entire family has been there for centuries! My cousins pretty much fill the dorms and I don't know what I would do if I couldn't be with them. But I also want the sorting hat to see me for me, and not the deeds of my parents. So, maybe Ravenclaw, if not Gryffindor."
"Ravenclaw, eh? Looks like we've got a brain with us." he said, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back against the seat a smug look on his face.
"I guess you could say that. My dad says it's luck that I got mum's brains because I sure didn't want his. Ravenclaw would be a bit of a switch for my family. Mum and Dad said they didn't really care where I got sorted, as long as I was happy, so were they."
"Wish my parents were that way." he stated, continuing to look out the window.
The majority of the train ride continued in this manner, us just talking back and forth. The train finally came to a stop in Hogsmead. I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach erupt. I was so nervous about upsetting my family, about not getting in to Gryffindor. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't hear Scorpius come up beside me.
"Ready for this?" he asked, stepping off the train in front of me.
"I guess. As ready as I'll ever be." I followed behind him, trying not to get lost in the crowd.
