100 Rose and Scorpius Drabbles

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Chapter I: Beginnings

Rose was exactly the type of girl who got very excited about first experiences and beginnings, but she was the type of girl who was so excited and anxious about new beginnings that the little bounce in her knee and her recurrent sighs of anticipation made her look frustrated and ticked off, irate even.

The ride on the Hogwarts Express seemed longer than any trip Rose had ever been on before, and she had succeeded in chasing her cousin Albus out of the compartment, which only made her even more nervous. Would she be able to find him in time to be paired off with him for the boat ride across the lake?

She soon forgot about this when the Express rolled to a stop. She was practically the first student off the train, fully clad in her first year robes. Soon her second fear of her first year experience (the first being the fear of not being sorted into Gryffindor) crept up on her and snaked its arms around her brain. She could not find Albus! Or James or Teddy or Victoire or Dominque! She hardly had time to panic. The first years were being paired off for the boat ride.

She was at least halfway comforted by a familiar face she had seen at Platform 9 and ¾ earlier that day. As Rose sat down in the back of a boat and smoothed out her black skirt, she forced a smile and cleared her throat.

"Hello, Scorpius."

The pale blonde boy turned around slightly in the boat to face Rose. He wrinkled his nose and continued to stare.

Rose was shocked. Never had she been treated like this before! Unsure of what to do next, she stuck out her right hand. "I'm Rose Weasley. Uh, nice to meet you."

Scorpius Malfoy took one glance at Rose's extended hand and faced the front of the boat. "I know. I can't say I think the same, though."

Her mouth fell agape and an insulted expression pained her face. "Well!" She crossed her arms. She couldn't think of anything else to say to the boy, so she sat in the back of the boat the rest of the way across the lake, arms crossed, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. Up front, Scorpius Malfoy smirked the entire way to the school.

Ron and Hermione's descriptions of Hogwarts did not do it justice, and this became obvious to little Rose as the first years entered the castle, completely dumbfounded by the wondrous place they had stumbled upon. On the climb up the stairs toward the Great Hall, Rose paused, head tilted back, staring at the high arches and pillars of stone that rose several feet above her. Her mouth fell open slightly. Behind her she heard a soft snicker. She turned and glared at Scorpius Malfoy, freckled nose wrinkled in frustration. "What?"

Scorpius scowled and shoved his chest into her shoulder, snarling, "Move, that's what." He inched around her and continued his journey up the stairs.

Rose huffed and stormed right after the boy, hissing, "You're very rude, I'll have you know."

"And you're ugly, which means you'll probably be a Hufflepuff."

"There isn't a house for ugly people, Malfoy."

"Then they'll have to create one just for you."

"Then they'll have to create a house for nasty jerks like you!"

"You'd be in that one as well."

"I will not be in the same house as you, not on my life!"

"Slytherin's the best house in the school, why wouldn't you want to be a part of it?"

"Gryffindor is the best!"

"Whatever. You couldn't get into Slytherin if you tried." Scorpius cocked his head around to sneer at Rose.

Rose pouted. "I could too! And I will, just to prove you wrong about two things."

"And what's that?"

"That I could and that Slytherin is not the best house."

"Then perhaps I'll get sorted into Gryffindor just to prove you wrong as well."

"Fine!"

"Fine."

Rose gave him a sharp shove. Scorpius stumbled forward into the boy in front of him. "Hey!" He spun around and elbowed Rose in the ribs and continued to walk forward, coming to an abrupt stop when a tall, regal woman with gray hair halted the group. Rose smashed into Scorpius' back with a small "oof!" and stumbled backward, losing her balance.

Scorpius caught her by the arm and yanked her up, preventing her fall. He dragged her to the top step where he was now standing and then focused his full attention on the witch who introduced herself as Professor McGonagall.

"The Beginning of Term feast always starts with the sorting of the first year students…"

Malfoy smirked over at Rose. Rose made a disgusted face and put up her hand to block out his face. What a lovely start to the year.