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Chapter One
Potions
Rose Weasley yawned and began tapping her cauldron. She was in potions and, as always, was sat at the very back of the classroom. Many people told her how much she was like her mother, what somewhat offended Rose. Yes, her mother was a nice enough person, and Rose had inherited her mind from her mother but Rose saw this as more of a curse than a gift. She was continuously expected to be exactly like Hermione; everyone expected her to be seated right at the very front, taking notes, being uptight and generally being a miss-know-it-all. Rose generally did the opposite of this, in a desperate bid to be Rose Weasley, she decided to be her own person and prove herself as an original. She didn't want to be known as 'The daughter of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley, Niece of the Boy-Who-Lived'.
Rose jumped, startled, as someone sat next to her rather loudly. This resulted in her cauldron spinning off the table and her ingredients. Blushing, she quickly ducked under the desk to recover her lost items, swearing under her breath as she did so. As she was picking up several beetles eyes, she heard a voice from the seat next to hers say, "Accio cauldron." It sprang from the floor, as if it was alive, and soared onto the desk. If possible, Rose flushed a deeper shade of crimson and sat back in her seat. She used the same charm to retrieve the rest of her ingredients. 'I am so fucking stupid,' Rose thought wildly, 'Did I forget I was a witch or something?' Rose glanced, for the first time, at the person next to her. He was quite good-looking. 'Understatement,' thought Rose. He had very light, almost white, blonde hair. He had a pale face, and quite large icy blue-grey eyes. Rose thought his eyes had a warm aura to them.
He gave her back her cauldron, and grinned, "I'm Scorpious Malfoy... and I'm also sorry for scaring you."
"Rose Weasley... and you didn't scare me; you surprised me, that's all," Rose grinned back at him, "Thanks though."
Rose knew he was Scorpious Malfoy; her dad went on about how much of a twat Scorpious' father was when they were in Hogwarts more than enough for it to stick in Rose's head and stay there. Rose had never actually spoken to Scorpious, even though they were both sixth years and both in the same house; Gryffindor. Rose had decided that it was too much hassle actually talking to Scorpious before, as her dad would probably eat his broomstick. Rose also had a vague feeling that Scorpious would be like Draco Malfoy, and that he would probably hate Rose.
"Well, I'm sorry I surprised you then," Scorpious put his bag on the desk and began removing his own ingredients and he placed his own cauldron on the desk, "Ah a Weasley? I thought so, you have red hair like the others," He observed, nodding at her fiery locks.
Rose nodded, and Scorpious continued, "I don't think I've ever talked to you?"
Not sure if that was a question or not, Rose hesitated and said carefully, "Nah we haven't. I guess your dad and," she paused and continued, "well, most of my family, despise each other doesn't really help..."
Scorpious laughed, almost bitterly, "Well my father is a self concerned, pure-blood obsessed twat," he said, with a coldness in his voice that Rose hadn't noticed before, "so I don't blame anyone for hating him. You should have seen his face when he found out I was in Gryffindor. I think he wanted to disown me... I'm gutted he didn't."
Rose was surprised to hear this. Scorpious resembled Draco Malfoy rather a lot (Rose had seen photographs, and seen Draco Malfoy several times in Diagon alley and once at Kings cross Station). She felt stupid for assuming Scorpious would be the same; Rose had spend most of her life trying to prove to everyone, and herself, that she wasn't just another red-headed Weasley. Rose detested anyone who assumed who she was, and Rose felt almost ashamed of herself for judging Scorpious; he was in the same crappy position she was. Rose looked down at the floor, and started playing with a beetle eye that managed to avoid the accio charm. She could feel Scorpious' eyes on her face, as if he was studying her. She glanced up at him and he laughed and said with a smirk, "It's fine if you thought I was like my father by the way…"
Rose opened her mouth to reply, when their Potions Master entered the room. He lectured them on the importance of their sixth year; something that all twenty of them in the room had heard many times. Rose could see her cousin Albus Severus Potter, who was three rows in front of Scorpious and Rose, groaning loudly and making more noise than needed when the class was told to take out their books and turn to page three hundred and thirty seven.
"Fuck," Rose rolled her cinnamon eyes and groaned as loud as her cousin, "We have to make Amortentia?"
Amortentia was the most difficult thing Rose had ever been made to make, as the most powerful love potion in the world. She began to add ingredients as, even though she'd never admit to it, she was determined to prove herself and do this right. She had many qualities that her mother had, but took her stubbornness and humor from her father; her aunt Ginny liked to point this out on a regular basis.
Every so often Rose looked up, feeling Scorpious' eyes on her again. Her warm, cinnamon eyes would meet his grey-blue ones, and she'd look away quickly, trying, and failing, to stop her face flushing scarlet. After an hour, Rose's potion had a mother-of-pearl sheen, and she was very pleased with herself. Steam rose, in spirals, and she could smell something along the lines of lemons, honey and broomstick paint.
"Ah I love the smell of this stuff," Scorpious grinned and looked at his own potion, which seemed to have turned out slightly better than Rose's. He ran his fingers through his hairs and said, "I smell coffee and apples… and grass," He grinned again, and looked into Rose's eyes.
Rose smiled at him, and began to brush the remaining ingredients and her book into her bag. The Potion's Master, Professor Stone, dismissed the class for lunch, and told them to leave their cauldrons on their desks.
"I told you all to label them with your names, so you can collect them next lesson," He said loudly, "And no, you can't label them now, Mr. Potter .I think you should sat behind a few minutes, to collect your lines, don't you?" Rose's cousin was trying to label his without Professor Stone noticing. Albus smiled sheepishly and, when Professor Stone turned around, pulled a face.
Rose's potions class filed out of the room, with Rose in the lead. She stopped at the door, waiting for Albus to hurry up collecting his lines. Scorpious began to make his way out of the dungeons, when he paused and turned back to look at her again. She smiled at him warmly.
He grinned back and started to say, "Rose, do you-" when he was interrupted.
"Hey Rose!" Rose's other cousin, James, walked past. He had obviously been to the kitchens; his arms were stacked with food. He turned to look at Scorpious and gave him a funny look, "Why are you here Malfoy?"
Scorpious rolled his eyes and said, "Ah forget it." He walked off quickly, after shooting James a dirty look.
"James," Rose said, in the best impression of her mother anyone could possibly do, "We are going to lunch. What's with all the food? And what's with the Malfoy?"
"Ahh good questions, dear cousin, and an amazing impression of aunt Hermione as always," James said, in an airy voice, "Well, I was hungry. How can you not have enough food, I mean seriously. Oh and your other question; the Malfoy kid is a prick. We all know it, I dunno how he got into Gryffindor. He should be in Slytherin, with the rest of that filth… I guess the sorting hat is finally loosing it's touch," James pulled a face, then looked at me suspiciously, with his eyes slightly narrowed, "You don't likehim like him now, do you Rosie?"
Rose paused, opened her mouth to speak when Albus came bursting through the door, fuming, "He's making me do three foot!! I hate potions." And he started to rant on about his dislike for school.
"I wonder how long Professor Stone would last if he... you know... accidentally got ahem... turned into a mouse... and accidentally got dropped in my owl's cage..." Albus grinned, and James joined in with ideas and plots to murder the Potions Master; both had a hate for him.
Relieved that James had obviously forgotten Scorpious, Rose walked with them to the Great Hall. She was thinking hard. 'I don't like him…I can't like him, I don't even know him… yeah he seems like an okay guy, but I don't know him and-' Rose saw Scorpious sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table, and her heart skipped a beat, 'Ahh damn.'
