Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is the mastermind behind this world. I just like to bend the characters to my will…hehe

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I'm not sure how exactly it came to this. I never expected to fall in love with him. It just kind of happened in a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of way. I remember the first time I saw him on Platform 9 ¾ in my first year…

"So that's little Scorpius," said my dad under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains." I felt happy at the compliment, yet intrigued by the boy to whom my dad was referring. He didn't seem all that scary, but I'd heard stories from my parents about his father who, putting it lightly hadn't gotten along with my mum and dad and my aunts and uncles.

"Ron for heaven's sake," said my mother, looking amused and a bit concerned. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

My father apologized, but added something about not getting too friendly with him or Granddad would be angry.

Maybe the reason I was drawn to him was the fact that my family wasn't very friendly with his family. Or maybe it was his grey eyes that seemed to see right into your soul when they looked at you. I certainly felt something when they came to rest on me on that platform. Either way, Albus and I somehow ended up sitting in the same compartment as him (James had abandoned us ever so kindly when some friends of his appeared). We were cordial, afraid that he would be just like his father. We couldn't have been further from the truth.

He was so nice to us! He seemed very good natured and humorous. I don't think we were traveling ten minutes with him and he had us laughing so hard at a joke involving stink pellets and muggle whoopee cushions. In fifteen minutes, Albus and I were sure that our parents were totally wrong in their judgments of the Malfoy family (my dad did tend to exaggerate most things), or that he was NOTHING like his father before him. He knew who we were, it was obvious by our looks, but he never mentioned anything about our family's history. It was just like meeting any other fellow Hogwarts newbie.

Most of the journey to Hogwarts included us laughing our asses off, Albus and him trying the most repulsive Bertie Beans (I couldn't stand the stuff), and playfully arguing about the recent Quidditch match between the Chudley Cannons and the Irish Clovers. (He had wholeheartedly supported the Irish his whole life while my cousin and I had supported the Cannons out of loyalty to my crazy father who couldn't get it through his head that the Cannons would never get into the semifinals for the Quidditch World Cup.) Nothing was forced between the three of us; it was all so natural.

Then, some self-proclaimed Slytherin boys who looked to be in their first year like us walked (more like strutted) into our carriage and told Malfoy that if he wanted to fit in with them, he had to ditch us shoo-in Gryffindors. Even though the past hour and a half had been great in his company, mini-Harry (he hated the nickname, but everyone in the family used it) and I were definitely apprehensive about how he would react to this. It was basically choosing time, us, or them. Yet again, he completely stunned Albus and me by calmly telling the boys that he wasn't really interested in hanging out with people who told him what to do. He also mentioned that he wasn't really interested in carrying on his family's tradition of being in Slytherin House. Needless to say, the arrogant males didn't take the news very well. They proceeded to leave the carriage, but not before knocking all the food on our seats to the floor. It was a little third grade if you ask me, but they didn't look like the brightest bunch.

In silence, we cleaned up the mess they made. Then, he started joking and talking as if we had never been interrupted. When we finally got off the train in our brand new robes, we knew that the bond forged between the three of us wouldn't go away when we stepped into the castle. Maybe the Sorting Hat saw that while meandering around in our heads, because while he was being sorted, (Al and I were already seated on the Gryffindor table), he gave us a wink and the next second "GRYFFINDOR" erupted from the ancient, battered head ornament's mouth. The whole hall was shocked. This was big, and would probably cause much gossip for at least a week, but all I cared about was his pale blonde head coming over and seating himself in between my green eyed cousin and me. This was the beginning of the best years of my life, and the best friendships of my life.

Little did I know; it was the beginning of the first love of my life.

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A/N: I love writing this story and I've barely started! Reviews are loved!