I feel terrible for starting new story but this idea had been bothering me since yesterday morning and I couldn't concentrate on studying. By the end of yesterday I managed to outline the entire plot. During study breaks... I managed to spit out the first chapter. I really apologize for those who are reading Dragon's Blood and waiting for the next chapter. I promise and up date no sooner than thursday and no later than Friday. PINKY PROMISE. But if you're dying to read something... you could give this a shot.

Enjoy!

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Chapter One

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It was hard to explain. To Rose it was. Watching Scorpius receive hugs and praises from his parents and his friends felt unusually unsettling for Rose because she couldn't find the courage to do that herself. She had been standing on the sidelines since the beginning of her sixth year, watching Scorpius like she had her first year.

Was it because he had finally managed to beat her at exams and ranked the top student for their year? Or was it because despite all her efforts, she still hadn't figured out her feelings towards him?

Rose Weasley- student extraordinaire with the abilities to fix up a simple potion in 7 seconds flat was unable to figure her emotions within 7 years.

I'm pathetic, She thought, closing her eyes.

Rose took off her black pointed hat that and pressed on a smile for her family and friends when they greeted her with big hugs and kisses. She knew despite coming second in academics, her parents were very proud of her. Even Professor McGonagall gave her a rare praise for her efforts and congratulated her before she began to motion everyone towards the lake.

Rose was in no mood to cross the lake. She hadn't been looking forward to this part of the graduating ceremony, not because she will miss attending school but, because it meant memories she had created will now just be that: memories. Rose muttered under her breath, scolding herself for not preparing herself better for the bitter farewell she was about to face. But before she could actually mentally prepare, Albus was at her side, taking hold of her robes as he dragged her away from the crowd to the edge of the Black Lake where several of their classmates were gathering.

Albus grinned at her, "Never thought I'd see the day when we'd be crossing the lake again. Eh, Rosie?"

Rose bit her lip and looked at Albus who nudged her side.

"Hm?"

"Blimey," He sighed out, "You've been daydreaming since the ceremony. I would ask but I think I know the answer already."

Rose waved him off, climbing into the boat with two other classmates and her very good friend: Olive. They had met after having a row on who was going to get the bed next to the fire place in the girls dormitory their first year. Needless to say, Rose hadn't met anyone who challenged her when she was riled up and soon after became very good friends.

"Can't imagine what it will be like after this summer and not returning." Olive sighed, starring up at the castle, "Feels strange thinking about it."

Rose nodded, fiddling with her hands. She finally looked up at the castle, thinking it would be a good way to bid her farewells to her school. It only broke her heart even more and when she blinked away her eyes landed on a boy with silver hair, an arm draped around a slender girl who placed her head on his shoulder in affection as he kissed her forehead bidding her a goodbye as he climbed into his own boat.

Although a surge of disgust ran through Rose's veins, she sat there in confusion as the boats began to lazily drift away.

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It was strange for Rose to disagree with her parents but after a year of carefully observing Scorpius Malfoy, he didn't seem so bad. In fact, he was nothing like how her father described him to be.

Arrogant.
Nauseating
Irritating

Rose was pretty sure that he was none of those things and if he was, he sure knew how to hide it. See, Rose never really intended to care much about him or any other Slytherin that past her way, except ever since she could remember all her father would talk about was Malfoy's son and how she should always be careful around him.

She was trained to be extra aware of him. She never made it obvious. It's not like they really exchanged words their first year anyways. He did, however, sit next to her during Herbology. On countless 'incidences', Rose would peek over towards his desk space and noticed neat handwriting and an intricate notes, along with the occurring exam with a perfect score. Rose quickly learned he was exceedingly smart and hardly gloated.

And if he didn't gloat about his marks like Albus did sometimes, meant that he wasn't arrogant. But if that was true, what else had Rose's father gotten wrong about Scorpius?

Yes, after a year worth of observations, Rose was sure Scorpius was nothing like his 'no good father'. Although, she kept her findings to herself, it always made her smile when her father went on a rant about the Malfoy's.

Returning as a second year, Rose was excited to begin another year of observing him, although upon their first day of classes it seemed impossible due to the amount of homework they had overwhelmingly received.

Olive and Rose were in the library, trying to etch out a paper for History of Magic. Rose wasn't too happy about a 14 inch paper due at the end of the week but then again, it was about the First Wizard War which was something very frequently talked about in her home.

Olive let out a sigh and collapsed her upper body dramatically over the book she had cracked open.

"I despite history." She cried, "You would think Professor Binns would notice how boring it is, since he probably died from reading his own textbook."

Rose snorted.

Olive perked up, flipping her brown hair out of her face. She pouted up at Rose and let out a huff.

"Did you hear they postponed quidditch try-outs until next week?" Olive asked, "Bloody torture."

Rose peeked over at Olive's book and jotted something down on her parchment, "No I didn't hear. You know I don't care."

Olive sat up straighter and began to lightly read.

"Well I thought we could…" She trailed off, pointing at something in the book, "Is this what they really did back then?"

Rose scanned the text she was pointing at and nodded.

"You thought we could what?" Rose urged on.

Olive made a face, "People were mental…"

She sighed and began to dip her quill in her ink. It took her a few lines to finally finish her sentence. Rose had almost forgotten about it even if curiosity had her thinking for a while"

"Oh! What I was saying!" Olive suddenly shouted, receiving a couple of rude stares from other students nearby. She glared right back at them before looking back at Rose, "We should try-out together! It could be fun!"

Rose, clearly appalled at Olive's suggestion, dropped her quill and groaned.

It was a solid fact that Rose was terrible at flying. It was proven many times during Flying classes their first year. It was something she inherited from her mother. Didn't like flying all that much when she was growing up, she never thought she would actually be terrible at it. Rose sprained her limbs a couple of times before her professor decided to glue her to the broomstick with a spell, which only caused another accident.

"Are you seriously out of your mind?" Rose hissed, "What would I be doing at quidditch tryouts? Besides, did you not see the team last year? They're all beefy and manly. Why would they consider two scrawny sticks like us, Mmm? They would probably cut you the moment they see you step out on the pitch."

Olive gasped, "I am not scrawny! Last hour, McCoy said I looked much fuller in places. If you haven't noticed, I almost nearly blossomed over the summer and you have yet to take notice!"

Olive stuck out her chest a bit more. Rose smirked.

"I apologize," She snorted, "I forgot that for a 12 year old you must be nearly busting out of your training bra."

Olive glared at her.

"Wait which McCoy?" Rose suddenly asked.

Olive smirked and shrugged, "The eldest. He has such a way with words."

Rose scoffed in jealousy. If there was one guy every girl fawned over it was Damian McCoy, a forth year Gryffindor who knew how to woo girls just by a glance.

"Lucky…" Rose breathed out

"I know!"

"As I was saying," Rose said trying not to laugh, "I'm not trying out, if you need someone to support you, I'll go and watch but really… me? Trying out?"

"I said it would be fun." Olive repeated.

"Fun for who? For everyone else nearly falling off their broom's in laughter watching me wrestle with the broom?" Rose nudged Olive kindly with her elbow, "Listen, you know you have a way better chance at making the team. It'll be fun watching you in games if you make the cut."

Olive frowned, "But I thought it would be really wicked if we were both on the team."

"You know, half the fun of being on the team is winning…" Rose smiled.

Olive sighed, "Right… I guess you're right. But honestly, the only thing you suck at is getting a good grip at the broomstick handle. If we could just work on that-"

"Olive!" Rose shot, "Stop."

"Eh, did you listen there boys, looks like Weasley here needs help gripping on to her broomstick."

Rose and Olive froze and turned to see Darren McCoy, the youngest McCoy, walking up to them with his pack of friends behind him. They were third years and automatically made them a lot more intimidating than what they really were, to Rose at least.

Darren leaned against the table, sizing down Rose, which made her very uncomfortable.

"You got taller over the summer, didn't you Rosie?" He smirked, "How about I give you some lessons on broomsticks, eh? You'll never fall off one again."

His friend's chuckled.

Olive, not one to stand for mockery, stood up and shoved Darren away.

"Oy! For Pete's sake, we're twelve you idiot." Olive shouted, "If you're really going to try following in your brother's footsteps, you could start by not being such a perv!"

Darren averted his attention to Olive, a bit surprised by her assertiveness.

"And who are you exactly?" He shot back.

"Don't act stupid. You know exactly who I am." Olive glared down, "But if you're as stupid as you look, then a reminder wouldn't hurt would it. Olivia Wood. You're on the Gryffindor team as a Chaser, right?"

"Yes…"

"Well I heard you need a Keeper. It suits your interest not to irk your future Keeper if you want to win any games this year." Olive spate, she looked down at Rose and urged her to get up at get her things, "Hurry, Madam Pince is headed this way."

And before either of them could hear the laughter and jeers from the boys, they ran into a Madam Prince, who had no problem kicking them out of the library… for an entire week.

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Rose had nearly forgotten about the paper she had turned in until she was given a scroll back bright and early Monday morning. She carefully opened it, fearing the grade she was expecting to get. After being kicked out of the library for a week, Rose had a difficult time to finish up her paper only using her textbook. Olive didn't waste much of her time thinking about it but for a near perfectionist like Rose, it was hell.

Rose took in a deep breath and rolled the scroll open, only to be greeted by small neat handwriting that was nothing like her own. She didn't need to check who it belonged to. The handwriting itself was a giant clue that Rose had somehow, by error, received Scorpius' paper. Rose raised her hand, but Professor Binns completely ignored her.

"As you may have noticed, you have received a different scroll from your own. I wish for you to go to your dorms tonight revise the paper and grade it on clarity, use of dates, in-depth, and linking occurrences of the first war. " Professor Binns droned on, "And I will also like for you to give an opinion on their essay. I expect you to exchange scrolls first thing tomorrow. History, as you may find, can be very subjective depending on who is telling the story and it is a great way to find out as many different angles to a single situation to see the full picture, yes? As I was saying last class hour, the trolls defense during the first war had been, regrettably used against…"

Rose looked down at the scroll and looked across the room at Scorpius who was staring at the scroll in his hands. He suddenly looked up, flickering his eyes up at Rose.

I hope that it's clear that there will be times that I'll be jumping back and forth between years. I hope it's not THAT confusing. Anyway, I hope you can stick with me on this story. I promise it get's a lot fluffy and cute for those who love that type of stuff as well as all thes mix of emotions I hope translates. Leave me a word.

-n