Title: Rose Weasley and the Crystal Pensieve-Book 1

Summary: Dad always told me not to get to friendly with him. Now we're best friends. Who knew how much trouble could center around Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy?

Rated: T

Authors Note: I know that Hugo is two years younger than Rose, but since this is my story, they are going to be twins. So please don't kill me!

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters/settings within. So, please, put the gun down, and don't sue me!

Chapter One

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," my dad said, a smirk flitting across his face, "but no pressure."
"Ron!" My mother sighed, exasperated. As expected, he totally ignored her, much to her annoyance.

Hugo, my twin brother, laughed, nodding in agreement. "Don't worry, Dad, we wouldn't be caught dead in any other house! Imagine, a Weasley in Slytherin!"

"So that's little Scorpius," Dad suddenly burst out, looking over my shoulder. I craned around to see the focus of his random outburst. A family of three stood stiffly and awkwardly among the throng; two were pale enough to be ghosts from their hair to their eyes, while the third had shockingly black hair twisted on the top of her head.

"Who are they, Daddy?" I asked, turning back to him. He didn't answer, but stared malevolently at the trio.

Under his breath, he hissed, "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains,"
"Ron, for heaven's sake," said my mum, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"
"You're right, sorry," said Dad, but obviously unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a Malfoy."

Ah. So that's who the perpetrators were. I'd heard stories of the father, Draco, from my uncle Harry; Malfoy-bashing seemed to be a favorite pastime of my family. Apparently, he married a girl, Astoria Greengrass, whose father was largely known as a man who claimed to be under the Imperius curse for five years. She must be the night-haired woman with a slender arm around the small boy, Scorpius.

Mum stopped me from studying the grim family further by giving me a big kiss on the cheek-which was hastily wiped off as soon as she turned away-and pushing me into Dad's arms. After giving me one last squeeze, they proceeded to attack Hugo. He blushed a crimson red, clashing with the red hair obviously inherited from Dad's side.

"Mum! There are people watching, you know! Gerrroff!" Rolling my eyes, I struggled to lift my trunk and made my discreet way towards the train. I turned and waved at my parents one last time before clambering into the car.

"If you excuse me, I have no place to sit. May I?" said an obnoxiously upper-class voice. Sighing, I raised my eyes from my book, only to meet the pale, pointed face of a Malfoy. Something was niggling at the back of my mind that perhaps I should just kick him out of the compartment and be done with it, but the part of my mind that wanted to know more about this mysterious family took over.

Pasting on a sticky smile, I beckoned the boy in. He sat gingerly, as if the seat might burn him or something.

"So….where're your trunks?" I asked after a rather awkward silence.

"Well, my house-elf, Nelsa, put them in the luggage car…" and add on a duh to the end of that sentence and you have a perfect example of what Dad talks about every bloody day. Malfoy-speak. He raised his eyebrows at me, and turned to look out at the lush landscape flitting by.

I tried again to make conversation, "So, you are Scorpius Malfoy, right? Your mom has really nice…uh, hair!" Mentally slapping myself, I stared at him, my eyes wide and innocent.

"Mmm…and you are…? I thought I recognized your face, but I'm not sure…"

"Rose. Rose Weasley," I said, sticking out my hand. He eyed it for a minute, and then his face broke out in a grin.

"Nice to meet you and all that," he said as he let go of my hand, "So you're one of the famous Weasleys. My dad always told me not to talk to you (no offence or anything) I guess it makes this all the more fun." I changed my mind. I was definitely starting to like this boy.

"I know how you feel. My dad says the same things about Malfoys. By the way, you can call me Rosie, if you want; almost everyone does." He nodded, and pointed at my book.

"Watchya reading?" I stumbled for a second; I had totally forgotten that I had been reading no less than five minutes ago.

"Well, it's a Muggle book, you probably wouldn't recognize it. It's called Magyk. It's really amazing, you know, what Muggles believe magic is. They can't even spell it right, for Merlin's sake! Here," I tossed him the book at his apparent look of confusion. He caught it deftly, flipping it open with an open look of distaste. I was saved from a most likely snarky comment by a bustling witch in a flowered apron; the trolley cart! Scorpius and I exchanged smiles, and suddenly we were wrestling to get there before the other. Oh, yes. I had a feeling this was going to be a wonderful friendship.

Well, there you are! First chapter done—Ima try to get the next chapter up today. Now, do you see that little green button at the bottom of the screen? Let me give you a tip: click it! Oh, yeah, and since I know you are going to be wondering this, but Hugo's absence is going to be explained next chapter. Don't worry, im not negligent of my characters!

~ Beka