A/N: Hey people! Finally, a new chapter of something! This story is a series of Rose/Scorpius one-shots, developing their relationship. Meant to be romantic/comedic, but I'm not that sure if I'm that funny…. There's going to be seven chapters, each one a special event from each of their years at school: first year, first day of school, second year, Halloween, and so forth. And does anyone have a good title? Because, once again, I can't think of a good one. Anyway, on with the – wait, disclaimer – I'm not J.K. Rowling! Wish I was… On with the story! Sorry about the shortness…
Rose Weasley quickly jumped back from the closing doors of the scarlet train, not wanting to have her head get squashed. The train started moving, and she was knocked off her feet. She tripped over her truck and landed hard on her bottom. Rose shook her head, startled, then stood up and brushed her skirt off. People were chuckling at her, but she ignored them as she grabbed the handle of the object that caused her mishap and set off down the hallway of the train.
As she passed compartments, she looked in through their sliding glass doors searching for her cousin and best friend confidant Albus Potter. She finally found him, talking to a blonde haired boy that looked vaguely familiar. Then Al looked up and saw Rose waiting outside. He grinned and waved at her to come in. Rose complied, and it was only after she'd lugged her trunk onto the top of the luggage shelf that she remembered where she had seen the blonde boy. It was Scorpius Malfoy, the boy her father had told her to beat in every subject. Her mother had said not to turn them against each other before they even started school.
Scorpius was very good looking, Rose knew, for a boy their age. His hair was close cropped and was slicked back, though. If they got to know each other better, Rose knew she would have to tell him to lay off the hair gel. His face lacked the normal amount of baby fat for a boy his age, but Rose wasn't complaining. He's officially Boy #1 on my list of cute Hogwarts boys, she thought to herself. Then Al cleared his throat, and Rose's head snapped to him. She realized as the blood rushed to her cheeks that she must have been staring at the blonde boy for a while. But Scorpius hadn't looked at her since she'd walked into the compartment. He wasn't very good in front of people, but at the sound of Al's not so subtle cough he whipped his head towards her.
Rose and Scorpius' eyes locked, and she really saw him for the first time. Clear, shining grey eyes stared at her from under pale lids. Something struck Rose as odd – her parents and uncle and aunt had, when telling stories, always described Malfoy senior's eyes as 'cold,' or 'cool.' But Scorpius' eyes, they weren't like that. They were… warm.