OK, well this is my first fanfic. Chp. 1 ROSE's POV
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By the way, I don't really know about the whole family tree, people like Dominique and Lorcan and Lysander, and Molly and Fred.
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Oh buy the way, I'm fine with flames.
Say anything you want, I just want to improve my writing.
"Good-bye Rose! Have a good term," my mother called as I neared the Hogwart's train.
I waved my hand farewell, smiling, but once I turned around, my facial expressions took a different turn.
My stupid luggage was so damn heavy! Not that it was because of me of course. Sure I had quite a bit more textbooks than everyone else, but that wasn't the real reason.
No, no. It was all thanks to my dear, dear, cousin Lily Potter. Please take note of the sarcasm. She was bringing so many clothes, they couldn't quite fit in her enormous suitcase
For the past week, she had been super sweet to me, doing my chores when she came to the Burrow, buying me little trinkets and books that she knew I wanted more than anything else.
At first, I thought she was being nice, truly from the kindness of her heart. But I soon became suspicious. She was sucking up to me. I wondered why. Too late I realized why.
Yesterday, when we were doing our last minute packing, Lily hopped in my room with yet another gift in her hand. "Oh, hi Rose," she said using that same sweet tone she'd been using for the past week.
"I was in Diagon Alley just yesterday, and I saw this broom service kit, and I thought well hey, Rose's Firebolt might need some shining and all, so I went ahead and bought it! So here you go!" she said hanging me the gift.
And let me tell you this, I LOVED my firebolt. If a speck of dust touched it, I went simply berserk. You can ask Hugo or James for confirmation on that.
I kept it clean, so, so clean. I didn't need the kit, and I didn't want the kit, but just to be nice I said, masking my voice with awe and gratitude, "Sweet Merlin, Lily! I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I gushed on, hugging her.
"Oh your welcome," she said, looking a bit surprised at my reaction.
"Well, I better get going now. I have to finish packing and all since mum's been harping on it the whole day and won't let me play Quidditch until I do." she continued sighing dramatically at the end.
I nodded sympathetically, knowing how it felt to be deprived from playing Quidditch.
I was Keeper for the Gryffindor team, like my father. Everyone says I'm waaay better than him. At first I didn't believe them, but when we went out to have a game of Quidditch along with Lily's family, and daddy was keeper, I understood why.
Lily is Chaser for Gryffindor, one of the best everyone says. She's like Aunt Ginny, who like Uncle Harry said will always be the best Chaser. I wondered if he was just saying that because he was madly in love with her, but I realized he said that because it was true, and also, he was madly in love with her when we played with Aunt Ginny as Chaser. More than half the goals were made by her.
Anyway, Lily wasn't quite done yet. "Oh and Rose. Will you do me a favor please?" she asked. I opened my mouth to ask what, but she rambled on before I could say anything more. "Well you see, I'm taking quite a bit of clothes this year, and they won't quite fit in my suitcase, so could be please take just only a few of them for me?" she asked. Well, what could I do, I said yes and without knowing it signed my own death warrant.
So here I was, pulling my suitcase with just a few of Lily's clothes(half her wardrobe), along with my clothes, my textbooks, my broom, and some other little things. There was NO way I could carry this. I was sweating, and annoyed, and nothing could be worse for me except if...
"Oi Weasley!" someone called.
I groaned inwardly. How I hated that voice. That sneering, arrogant, drawling voice. Which belonged to none other than Scorpius Malfoy.
I tried to ignore him and continue on with pushing my luggage on board, but let me tell you, it's impossible to ignore him.
He doesn't like people ignoring him, and I think I'm the only one who does, so naturally he doesn't like me, and I don't like him either.
I could hear him walking towards my direction.
Great. More trouble. Just what I need.
I could smell his cologne now. I swear, he bathes in that stuff. "Hello, Weasley," he hissed.
With one more push, my luggage was successfully on board. So I turned around to face him and get it over with as soon as possible.
So I turned to see his piercing blue-gray eyes on his pale face, with his blond hair falling into place over eyes. It was this that made all of the female population at Hogwarts fall at his feet.
Not to mention his toned body and chest, and he being an excellent Quidditch player, and also what he likes to call, his charm.
I was not one who fell at his feet, I was not one who stared at him like he was God, and I was not one who treasured his every movement, his every word.
"Good-bye, Malfoy," I hissed.
He didn't seem to take notice of my words. "Looks like someone's changed over the summer, eh?" he said his eyes roaming my body appreciatively.
It was true, I had changed. My bushy auburn hair had turned smooth and wavy, my body had developed curves, and my breasts had also well... developed. As for my eyes, they remained the same dark blue as always. My personality and everything else about me was the same. I loved reading, and my grades were the highest possible. I was a friendly person to those who were friendly to me, I was still currently the best keeper at Hogwarts, and my favorite place in Hogwarts was the library.
"You sicken me Malfoy. Now sod off." I said venomously. He put his hands up, as if surrendering. "Alright, alright." he said. I stared, eyes bulging. Scorpius Malfoy backing off from a chance to start a fight. Someone was wrong here. Definitely wrong.
He flashed me a smile that would make other girls weak to their knees, and said, "See you around, Rose," and walked away.
I knew this was going to be a strange year.
And then I also realized something.
Malfoy had called me by first name. Rose. He never called me Rose. Maybe Weasley, or Weaslette, and Weasel, but NEVER Rose.
Someone was definitely wrong.
And I planned on figuring it out.
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