Chapter 1...
His hand slowly reached for her face, she shivered despite his warm touch. How did it come to this?
Ever since first year, Rose and Scorpius had done nothing but argue; in fact, the years of disagreement, began on the Hogwarts Express.
The carriage door flew open, the boy standing in the door way was rather short in comparison to his tall, caramel skinned friend. His smile disappeared as he peered into the compartment, noticing it was occupied.
"Just go in Malfoy, everywhere else is full." The tall boy was young, probably in his first year, and was growing impatient.
"Eugh, Zabini, you honestly don't expect me to sit with - a Potter - do you?" sneered the smaller of the two, emphasizing the name.
"What makes you so sure we want you to sit with us anyway?" replied the girl in the corner. The entrance of the two boys interrupted her train of thought, which left her quite irritated. "So if you don't mind, shut the door on your way out, will you?"
"Oh look Zabini, pasty skin, pretentious and ginger, obviously a Weasley." Both boys sniggered, looking very proud of themselves. He leaned against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest.
The girl rose from her seat to lean against the window and crossed her arms. She raised her eyebrow and an evil smile took over her angelic face. She mimicked his stance.
"Oh look Albus, too proud, arrogant and playboy blonde, obviously a Malfoy." She glanced at her cousin, who stifled a laugh.
The Malfoy boy dropped his smile, and he made for his wand, but was seconds too late. The Weasley girl hit him with the 'aquamenti charm.' The water that erupted from her wand hit him with such force that he was sent flying into the opposite carriage.
"Scorpius, Scorpius, are you alright?" Zabini followed his friend's body, and went to help him up.
"Nice one Rose, but in future let me handle it." Albus was beaming at his red haired cousin as she crossed the compartment and shut the door.
"Rose Weasley can handle herself, I do not require protection from my cousin, even if he is my best friend." She smiled sweetly and returned to her seat.
Rose's attention was caught by the passing countryside, she regained her train of thought and continued to stare thoughtfully out of the window.
It was September 1st; Hermione Granger-Weasley was kissing her children goodbye, and doing her last minute checks. Ron Weasley was sulking, he had the tendency to overreact, and in this case he definitely was. Ron had been sulking since Rose and Hugo had received their owls from Hogwarts.
Rose was returning to her seventh year of education. Ron and Hermione were both so proud when Rose babbled about being head girl. Attached to Rose's letter was a note addressed to 'Mr and Mrs Weasley.'
"Dear Mr and Mrs Weasley,
I am pleased to inform you that your daughter has been chosen to act as head girl during her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I presume you are both very proud of Miss Weasley, and we are delighted to have her assistance.
As head mistress, it is my duty to inform you that there will also be a head boy. The heads will share a private common room, where they can discuss school matters in peace. The common room consists of two separate dormitories, one bathroom and one sitting area, in which the students will be expected to work cooperatively.
Once again we are thankful to have your daughter as a student at our school, and look forward to her return on the 1st of September.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall.
Minerva McGonagall.
Head Mistress."
When Hermione read the letter, she simply accepted that her daughter was responsible and trustworthy; Ron on the other hand went ballistic. His ears started turning pink and his face grew red, Rose was sure she saw steam leave his ears. After hours of stubbornness, and firm words from his wife, Ronald accepted that Rose would return to Hogwarts, study for her seventh year, and share a private common room with a boy. Although he accepted it, he was not particularly happy about it.
"No daughter of mine will be sharing a room with a boy, I simply won't allo... OUCH, BLOODY HELL 'ERMIONE!" And that was the end of that conversation.
Rose kissed her father goodbye, ignoring his mumbling, and boarded the train with her younger brother, Hugo. Rose and Hugo walked down the aisles until they came to a crowded compartment, full of people arguing and sharing stories of their summer. Rose pulled open the door and the two were greeted quickly and loudly with hugs, kisses, screams and general waves.
"Hi Rose, hey Hugo."
"Rosie"
"Hey, Hugh"
"We missed you"
"I can't believe you made head girl"
"Did you hear about Uncle George?"
Rose's family was huge, she was greeted like this all the time, though she never got used to it. Rose enjoyed having a big family; it meant she was never really alone. Rose said her hello's and caught up with her family quickly.
The Weasley-Potter family was huge. Ron and Hermione had been best friends with Harry ever since their first year. Ron and Hermione often fought, but eventually grew to love one another, leading to the birth of Rose and then Hugo. Harry married Ron's younger sister, Ginny, thus James, Albus and Lily were born. Fleur had married Ron's older brother Bill before the second wizard world war; after the war, Victorie was born, followed by Dominique and then Louis. Another brother of Ron's, George, married Angelina, and named his first born after his late twin, Fred. After Fred, Roxanne was born. The last married brother Percy had two children to his wife Audrey; Molly and Lucy. The last brother, Charlie, did not marry; he said he "wouldn't be tied down."
Rose's cousins all varied in age, she actually made a list to remind herself...
Victorie is the oldest.
Then two years later Dominique was born.
Then Louis and Molly are the same age, born another two years later.
Fred and James were born the year after.
And the following year Rose and Albus were born.
The youngest four are Lily, Lucy, Roxanne and Hugo, who were born two years after.
Rose said her goodbyes, and told her family she was going to find out who was head boy, she left to the same noise as when she entered.