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A/N: Ollo! Ok. So my second fanfic EVER. I LOVE Scorose. But I only love it when they hate eachother at first. Otherwise it cheesy! Meshmeshmeshmesh. Anyway. This gonna be a looooong story. Hopefully. Good luck! Oooooh and reviews reviews. I love reviews. *Cue awesome puppy dog eyes.* Also, this shall only be a long fanfic if you like it. So please like it :).

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Rose's POV

As soon as the train turned and my parents were out of sight, Al and I set off looking for an apartment. We were looking for and empty one, or atleast an almost empty one. But clearly, some people had other ideas. Halfway down the train, a hand shot out of a compartment, grabbed us by the robes and dragged us inside. We looked up to see the grinning face if James Potter. Al groaned and tried to escape. But James blocked him. Eventually, we flopped down onto seats. I sat next to Fred. Fred and James were almost inseperable. They were like the next Fred and George, or James, Sirius and Lupin. (I didn't add on the fourth person, because he was a traitor and a coward.)

"Hey Rosie." James and Fred said together. I didn't mind being in here. I was them two's favourite cousin. But I could easily sense Al's distress. I also knew why. He usually played Ginea Pig to James and Fred's new inventions.

"Hi guys." I responded. Then I took Al's hand. "It was nice if you two to invite us in here, but we were going to find our own compartment. Bye bye!" And with that, I turned and left, dragging Al with me.

We spent atleast 6.7 mins looking for one. Finally, at the very end of the train, we found a compartment with only one person inside. Unfortunately, that person was the one my dad had warned me against. Scorpius Malfoy... mweerr.

I didn't know this boy, and I didn't like him. I mean, his dad must of done something really bad for my dad to still hate him. My dad doesn't hold grudges.

Ok, that is the biggest lie I have ever come up with. My dad is the BIGGEST grudge-holder I have ever met.

Ever.

But still, I had heard things about the Malfoy's. I didn't trust them.

Anyway, I was jerked away from my thoughts when Al opened the compartment door and pulled me in. He can be soo naive sometimes. Anyway, Al, being Al, walked straight up to Malfoy and held out his hand.

"Hello! I'm Albus Potter. But mostly I'm just Al." He said happily. Surprisingly, Malfoy shook his hand, even if it was somewhat apprehensively.

"Scorpius Malfoy. Hi." Malfoy replied. I ignored him and just sat down on the seat opposite and by the window. Al sat next to him.

"What house do you think you'll be?" Al asked, he had been worrying for months about where he would be. I, however, didn't mind. As long as it wasn't slytherin. Urrgh.

"Slytherin. Definitely. My whole family have been in it for centuries." Mamfoy replied snootily. I don't see why that was something to be proud of. Deatheaters. The lot of them. Humph.

"Oh, I guess Slytherin wouldn't be too bad." Al said, with a far away look in his eye. My mouth fell open.

"What?!" I said, a little bit angry, a tiny bit annoyed, but mostly competely shocked. "So you mean to tell me that all those hours comforting you about your 'getting-sorted-into-Slytherin' phobia, were a waste of time?" I asked him, now on my feet. Al honestly looked kinda scared. Malfoy just looked a bit smug.

"But, Rosie. I-if people like Scorpius are going into Slytherin. It can't be that bad, surely?" He counter-argued.

"Scorpius?" I said, in a voice laced with venom and disgust. "On first name basis already are we boys? And Scorpius is just a typical Slytherin. His dad and grandparents were death eaters. They're all the same." The last thing I saw before I stormed out was Malfoy's pale face set in a look of pure, cold fury and loathing. It was kinda scary.

Twat.

Ok, so maybe I overreacted. But honestly, he was the personification of all I had been taught and brought up to hate.

Anyway, after a bit of thought I ended up heading to James and Fred's compartment. Now Roxanne had joined them. Roxanne was in the same year as James and Fred, you know, being Fred's twin and all.

"What's wrong Rosie?" Roxy asked, after I had stormed in and sat down on a seat, hard. Still fuming.

"Al" I stated simply, as if that explained everything.

"What has he done this time?" Asked Roxy, sighing. Al was forever annoying me. But usually he was still my best friend afterwards.

"Oh, he's only gone and made best buddies with Scorpius Malfoy." I said, dangerously. James jumped up at once.

"What?!" He said. "That traitor." The last bit was only just audible as he was already out the compartment door and running off. Most likely to go strangle Al, or Scorpius... or both.

A soon as James was gone everyone started laughing. Well, everyone but me.

"Good one Rosie. James actually fell for it!" Fred congratulated me between laughs.

"Classic!" Roxy said. They were wiping tears of laughter from their eyes and clutching eachother for support.

"Wait, what? No guys, Al actually did just go make friends with Malfoy." I told them. Everyone fell silent. After a while, it was Roxy who expressed in words what we were all thinking.

"Al is sooo dead."

Yup, pretty much sums it up.

Ten minutes later, James came back. He was half dragging half carrying Al. And Al was livid.

As soon as James shut and locked the door and put Al down, Al began shouting. Well, that was until James stuffed an piece of cauldron cake in his face and forced him into a seat.

After that we sat in an incredibly awkward silence. I knew Al blamed me, for coming here and telling James. He just sat quietly and occasionally sent death glares at me or James. Roxy and Fred were playing foot wars silently; I was reading and James was just stewing in the corner. Luckily, about three-quaters of the way there, I had an excuse to leave.

"I'm just gonna... erm... go change into... my- into my robes." I said. James nodded is head in acknowledgement and Roxy jumped up and started searching through her bag.

"I'll come too!" She said finally, straightening up and brandishing her robes triumphantly. Together, we left the compartment and headed to the end of the train. Where the changing rooms and toilets were.

The changing rooms and toilets were, apparently, a new installation. That were put in place after an appeal from the students and some of the governors. Probably for pupil-privacy. Anyways, yeah.

Roxy finished changing before me, and told me she was heading back to the compartment. I stayed for a bit, then went to the toilet before finally heading back. Half-way, however, something stopped me in my tracks.

It was Scorpius Malfoy. He was looking down at me with narrowed eyes.

"You're such a dirty snitch." He said. Merlin what a twat."Says the death-eater spawn." Over the top? Yes. But I'm Rose Weasley. Over the top is my middle name. Ok so technically it's Nymphadora and that would be three middle names in the first place. But whatever.

"Atleast I'm not the daughter of a mudblood and blood traitor." Oh. Oh no wayyy did he just say that. No freaking way. I reached for my wand, but he caught my arm before I could grab it. He held it by my side and I couldn't move it.

Suddenly, James came barreling out of nowhere and knocked Scorpius to the ground by pouncing on him. After straightening up, he looked down at Scorpius.

"Don't ever touch my cousin again." He said. His eyes were burning with Weasley rage, but he emitted some sort of quiet power that definitely came from the Potter's.

My heart was beating fast. I mean, being the daughter of Ron and Hermione, I had seen lots of people in newspapers and stuff who wanted to kill me. But being the daughter of Ron and Hermione also meant I was very well protected.

I felt someone take my hand and turned around to find Fred. He led me back to our compartment.

Al was still in there with Roxy when me and Fred got back. Five minutes later James came in. James started yelling at Al. According to James, Al was held responsible for Scorpius' actions. But I didn't listen much. I just drowned them out.

After not too long, we rolled up to Hogsmeade station. After asking Fred to get my bags down, I left the compartment. Al walked up to me immediately.

"I'm sorry about what Scorp did." Scorp? Seriously? I had to bite my tongue to remain silent on that one. "But please, I really want you to understand that him and I are friends. And we are going to continue be."

"Yeah, but Al, you know I'll have a hard time accepting it." He nodded. "But maybe, for now, I could ignore it." I'm not very good at feelings, ok? He nodded again, then ran off. Muttering something about finding Scorpius.

"Firs' years this way! Over here." I heard Hagrid before I saw him. I walked foward enough to see through the dark and then I ran forward.

"Hagrid!" I exclaimed excitedly. He beamed happily and hugged me.

"Rosie!" He said. "Haven' seen you in ages!"

"You saw me two weeks ago Hagrid!" I laughed. Hagrid often came over. He chuckled aswell.

"Exactly. Too damn long I tell you!" He said jokily. And I beamed. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.

"Alright, get over with the love scene Weasel. Some of us are cold" Yup, you guessed it. Malfoy said that.

"That's because some people are cold-blooded." I mumbled, but moved back to stand beside Al anyways. Hagrid cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Righ' yeah. Well, this way firs' years!" He lead us down a winding path on a small hill and towards a clump of trees. "You'll be getting your firs' sigh' of Hogwarts in a secon' or two." Hagrid said.

Suddenly, our path swerved around the clump if trees and there was a collective gasp as we saw our school.

It was lots to do with the sheer size of the castle. And the many different-sized towers, with the lighted windows here and there. But what initially made it so breath-taking was it's grandeur. How it just sat there on the hill, in all it's majestic opulence.

I read alot. Ok?

"Four to a boa'. And no fightin'." Hagrid's booming voice cut across my daydreams. There was scrambling and I somehow ended up in a boat with Malfoy, Al and Alice Longbottom. One of my best friends.

"Alice! I didn't see you on the train. Maybe I should of looked harder. I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, having completely forgotten about her. "Busy train ride, it was." I added. She nodded and cast a furtive glance over her shoulder at Malfoy.

"I heard."

Alice had jet black hair, that reached just below her chin. She had big, brown eyes and was quite short for our age. I, however, was on the average-tall side of the age group. Even though I didn't show it, I envied her. She was pretty, kind, likable. She could make friends with anyone. I had disgustingly thick, bushy, red hair; an unlikable temper. And I was completely stubborn. That is kind of a side effect of being Hermione and Ron Weasley's child though. Red hair, bad temper, and stubborness. Great! There were some good things I got from my parents though. Quick reactions, epic flying skills (my dad's side of the family) and of course, brains. (Three guesses who that came from.)

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a soft bump, we had reached the other side. Only then did I realise Alice had been talking the whole time. Oops.

But that's one of the good things about Alice. She's considerate and understanding. She would understand that my thoughts were taking me elsewhere. Damn, she might even of been speaking so much to mask my silence from the boys. No, I'm serious.

That nice.

I got up and helped Alice out. Then we walked a short distance up the hill to the castle, and went inside.

And Oh. My. Godric.

The entrance hall was amazing

. All grand and tall. Intricate patterns, endless portraits, rows and rows of suits of armour. I had heard stories about those suits. That they could... spring to life!

"Hello children!" Aunt Luna called. Or Professor Scamander,either ways. Aunt Luna was assistant 'Care of Magical Creatures' teacher, for Hagrid. You see, Hagrid was getting old. He could still collect first years, and he could still teach, most of the time. He just had Luna to help, and sometimes she took the whole lesson. If Hagrid couldn't. James had told me this. "I trust you're all cleaned up and nargle-free? Good." Aunt Luna's eyes drifted over a few students. "Well, most of us are nargle-free. Shall we begin?" She asked, and we followed her into the Great Hall.

If the Entrance hall was good, it was completely outshone by this one. Thousands and thousands of candles floated around. On the ceiling a waning moon could be seen through the whispy, pearl-white clouds. Behind all that, lay a black velvet layer of the universe.

Shh Rose, it isn't astronomy yet.

"Amrouri, Abbon." Was called. And I realised that the sorting ceremony had begun. My family for the next seven years were about to be chosen. That torn old hat was about to determine if I had a good relationship (Gryffindor); Ok relationship (Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff); or tense and awkward relationship (Slytherin) with my family. Well, actually, dad said I would get disowned if I was Slytherin. But he was joking.

I hope.

"Lance, Tommy!" Was called forward. Wait? We were on L's. That meant Alice was next, or soon.

"HUFFLEPUFF" That's where Tommy went. I could never be a Hufflepuff. I wasn't nice enough and I was too impatient to find anything.

"Longbottom, Alice" was called forward and I gave her hand a comforting squeeze. I saw Professor Longbottom (Uncle Neville) lean forward in anticipation. Talk about favourites much. Well, he is her dad Rose. Heheh. Neville tought herbology, duh, and was very clumsy. But he was kind and heplful and full of amazing stories. Us kids loved him

"GRYFFINDOR!" Aww yeah! Alice was a Gryffindor! Now I had to get Gryffindor even more.

"Malfoy, Scorpius." Despite my unwillingness, I found myself interested in where he would go. I saw this, also, in some of the older teachers, and young ones. Who either taught Malfoy senior or went to school with him.

"SLYTHERIN!" Typical. Just like the rest of them. Hmmph.

There were a few more random, meaningless names that I ignored, then came one name that cast the hall into silence.

"Potter, Albus." I saw Al head up to the seat. He sat down; the hat was placed on his head. And everyone waited with baited breath. And they waited, and they waited... until finally.

"SLYTHERIN!" What?! Nooo. No no no. There was a mistake. BIG mistake. Maybe the sorting hat was too old. Maybe Malfoy black-mailed the hat. This wasn't happening. The hall burst into un-controllable chatter.

Weasley, Dominique." Oops. I totally forgot about Dom. I mean, we weren't that close. But still. We were friends and cousins. Dom's sister, Victiore, was in Ravenclaw. Maybe Dom would follow her. Aw dang! Now I felt really bad. Victoire had asked me to look after Dom. But you know, Dom being 1/8 veela and super hot. Something tells me she got along fine.

"GRYFFINDOR!" I clapped with everyone else as the hall burst into chatter and whispers again. But before long, another name silenced it.

"Weasley, Rose." I was shaking, and I knew it. But who cares? Making my way up to the stool, I cast an anxious glance at the Gryffindor table. Roxy and Fred were smiling all encouraging-like. Alice was also smiling and mouthing encouraging words. James was just sending death-stares at Al and Dom was nodding at me to continue. I sat down and felt the hat come down onto my head and over my eyes.

'Ahhh. Another Weasley? Eh? Endless supplies of you Weasley's. But you're also.. a Granger. But there's something more.

'Please, just hurry up.'

'Ooh, a good brain. Ravenclaw would suit you, but somehow it wouldn't. Hufflepuff, definitely not. Not patient enough. You have enough anger and brains for a Slytherin... hmm.."

'Not Slytherin, please not Slytherin.'

"No, wrong anger for Slytherin. Well, best be GRYFFINDOR!" I slumped in my seat.

YES!

The hall erupted into cheers and I jumped up happily, practically skipping to the table where James and Fred pulled me down inbetween them. Seemingly, James had either gotten over Al being in Slytherin, or he was ignoring him. My bet is on the latter. Oh yeah. Al! I had forgotten, he might of been crying at the Slytherin table.

So I turned around and looked toward the Slytherin table. There I saw Al, laughing and talking with the Slytherin's. Among them I saw Tyler Zabini, Jess Parkinson, Robert Bulstrode, and of course... Malfoy.

And suddenly, a thought struck me.

It's Al's fault he's in Slytherin. It's him who's betraying us. It's his own damn choice to get friendly with the enemy. With the family's that have caused beyond pain and suffering for our parents. And now I was angry at Al.

Don't worry, I was still as angry at Malfoy, but now I was angry at Al too.

All through the feast I just sat there, stewing silently. I heard nothing through the anger, I saw nothing past my plate and I felt nothing past the wooden bench beneath me.

So when Professor McGonagall finally announced it was time for bed, I was ready.

In the entrance hall, I stormed up to Al with his new Slytherin friends and opened my mouth to start shouting.

But no words came out.

"Rosie, are you ok?" Al asked. I heard the concern in his voice, there was still hope for him yet. I shook my head, it was all I could do before I ran off up the stairs and the tears started falling.