Edited: yes

WARNING: this story will contain swearing. Copious amounts of cussing. Also, much like the books, there will be a decline from childlike happiness to angsty teens. This will not be all cute and cuddly, there will be angst, hurt and comfort, drama, and more. When this is rated teen, I really do mean thirteen and up. That being said, please read on if you're okay with the above.

I have to say, I really disliked the epiloge. Personally, I liked it better more open ended. Alas, I do love Rose and Scorpious, I can't deny. So I started writing them a little something. I got side tracked for a while, but the last movie kicked me into a Harry Potter frenzy. Here is the result.

Hope you find some enjoyment inside.

First Year

"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half-stern, half-amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry," said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."

My mother, who was standing beside me, shook her bushy head at my father's everlasting grudge.

"Ron, please, enough-"

"Hey!" James' voice had overpowered their conversation, and everyone's heads turned in his direction, their argument seemingly forgotten. My eyebrows furrowed together for a moment, then I shrugged it off, not too eager to listen to what my elder cousin had to say; especially when I head something about snogging.

I looked over my shoulder to peek over at the mysterious Malfoy boy my parents were bickering about earlier. That was first time I ever saw Scorpius. He was a carbon copy of his father.

"He's a right git, Malfoy is. Always acts like he owns the place. Insulted every non-Slytherin person ever," I could hear my father's voice saying "Biggest coward as well. Don't know why his family was spared Azkaban"

….

I slipped the compartment door closed and slid into the seat nearest to my cousin Albus. He's my favorite of the family. Attached at the hip we are. James Potter sat across from us with his best mate Quillin Finnegan. Quillin had the thickest Irish accent and these dimples that I'm sure made girls swoon once they stopped focusing on James freaking Potter. The two talked animatedly about Quidich tryouts. Quillin told James he would defiantly win the place as seeker this year. James, the modest person he is, smiled smugly and informed the room at large that no one at school could out fly him with his new broom. I broke his bubble by telling him that the broom didn't make the player, skill is what mattered. He made a face and asked me if I was going to try out.

"Only if you're not on the team" I mocked him, smiling. Albus gave me a high five for that, and James threw an empty chocolate frog container at his brother's head.

"Prats" He complained sulkily.

There were foot steps in the hall and the compartment door was suddenly thrown open.

"Hey James! Q!" the girl standing in the doorway exclaimed in an American accent, a shorter boy followed after "Long time no see, sorry I didn't write you over the summer, my folks dragged me back off to America to visit family" she made a face, nose and lips twisted. Quillin stood up and gave her a big bear hug, twirling her around before setting her down in his seat.

"That's fine Lucia" James replied, easily giving her a crooked smile "I forgot to write myself. How was America?"

"The trip it's self was awful actually, got a bit tired of my parents, but otherwise it was just as lovely as I remembered" she sat down next to me and smiled "This your cousin? And your brother?" She asked giving us a both a once over. She herself was so short, that she was only a few centimeters taller then me. James had told me she was a beater; I can't see such a tiny girl smacking bludgers around.

"Yeah, Rose, Al, this is Lucia Jacobs. Lu, my bratty brother and smart-arse cousin" He introduced us "And who is the bloke you brought with you?" he asked, gesturing to the boy standing in the door frame who was quite clearly not pleased to be there . He was sallow skinned, with shoulder length ink black hair, and large brown eyes. His face seems to permanently hold a scowl.

"Oh yeah, keep forgetting about you Conner, sorry hon!" She stood up again and sweeps her hand over his shoulder "This is Conner Flint. Family friend…. Of sorts, not really, but yeah. He's a first year like your little family here"

"Well then how about you and Rose go find your own compartment with Conner?" James suggests to Albus and me. "Leave us elders to ourselves" With that he quickly pushed us out and into the hall with the scowling boy. We stared at the door for a few seconds, registering that James, being the prick he was, had kicked us out. So much for family.

"Well I'm Rose W-" I started to introduce, but Conner cuts across my introduction quickly.

"I know who you are Weasley" Flint scowled "And you Potter" he added acidly "I'm not going to be seen consorting with your lot" he spun on his heels, and started to leave but I grab the back of his shirt and confront the snotty little pureblood.

"Oh? And what exactly is 'our lot' Flint?" I asked, getting in his face trading brown eyed glares "It's not like we want to be seen with you, you arrogant toerag"

"You think you're so big Weasley because you mommy and daddy work in the Ministry and were Potters sidekick" Conner shoots back with considerable venom. This kids a Slytherin, no doubt about it. Albus' standing on the side lines, eyes wide, clearly unsure as whether to step in and help or go get an adult.

"What is this Flint?" Came a cool, calculating voice from behind me.

This was the first time I ever heard Scorpius Malfoy talk. It sent sparks through my brain. I turn to face him. White blond hair, steely eyes, pale, thin, sharp face; He raised a solitary eyebrow. "Ah, it seems I've managed to bump into the Potter-Weasley clan" He commented before stepping up to Albus "you've got dirt on your nose, right there" he informed my cousin, pointing to the left of Albus's face. Albus stares blankly at him and rubs at his nose.

"Get away from him you" I said squaring my jaw and glaring "and don't call him dirty"

"And why would you assume I'm insinuating that?" Malfoy inquired, eye brow once again raised. I glared up at him from his inch height advantage. It won't matter, I could take on James and he was a good six inches taller.

"Couldn't be because of your blood traitor dad and your mudblood mum now could it" Flint calls from behind his Malfoy wall, sarcasm evident. I push Malfoy out of the way, seething.

Screw my wand, I punch him in the face.

….

James, Quillin, and Lucia were walking down the hall, looking for their other fiends, when, to the third year's horror, a fight had broken out between Flint, Malfoy, Albus, and I.

"You complete tosser! You pureblood prat!" I scream struggling against my captors, Albus and Scorpious, who are clinging to my arms in an attempt to keep me back from the crumpled form of Flint who laid on the floor nursing a broken nose.

"You broke my nose Weasley scum! You will pay for this, mark my words." he pronounced, as his nose started to drip blood. Oh God, blood, I hate blood.

"I'll do more then that!"

"Rosie, please, stop" Albus protested as I nearly kicked him in the shin "Your temper, control your temper!"

"What in the name of Merlin's pants is going on here?" Quillin demanded, eyes bright and commanding as he stepped up to our little scuffle. A livid Lucia swooped down to picked up Flint by the scruff of his meaty neck "You are so in trouble Mister!" she seethed and dragged the boy back to her compartment all the while Flint cries 'ow, ow, ow' through his hand and blood at the rough treatment.

James glared at us then turns to Malfoy " I think it's best you leave" he said coolly "Now" Scorpius stood up slowly, brushed himself off delicately, sent a glare at me, turned on his heels, and left with as much pride as one can while sporting a quickly forming bruise on his arm, courtesy of my elbow.

"Bloody brilliant punch Rosie, but let's not get caught." Quillin said ruffling my hair; I smack his hand away from my head. Stupid tall boy with his tallness and hair ruffling.

"Don't need any more reasons for Molly to give us one of her endless lectures. Plus you two need to change into your robes." Said James as he helped his teary brother up off the floor. With that the two third years carted Albus and I off.

….

"Lucy Weasly"

'Gryffindor'

"Scorpius Malfoy"

'Syltherin'

"Rose Weasly"

'Gryffindor'

"Conner Flint"

'Slytherin'

"Albus Potter"

The minutes ticked by.

He was turning into the hatstall.

'Syltherin'

No one clapped. A murmur of shock rippled though the hall. Albus appeared whiter then the house ghosts when the sorting hat is removed. He sat there blankly for a few seconds before Professor Longbottom pushed him gently toward the Slytherin table, whispering something to him as they went. I caught James's horrified look; even with all the teasing he gave his brother, he never had considered the fact that he could actually be sorted into Slytherin.

A Potter was in Slytherin house? What was the world coming to? The rest of my first meal in the Great Hall was fraught with worry. I caught glimpses of Albus holding back his tears as he simply stared at his untouched food.

The next day is no better. Albus came out into the Great Hall, hair messier then normal and circles under his sleepless and swollen green eyes. He sat at the very edge of the Slytherin table; a bubble of emptiness engulfs him as all his housemates kept their distance. It pained me to see my cousin like this, he's forever been a shy and anxious boy, and this was not helping in the least.

"James, what can we do?" I asked while tapping my fingers hard against the wooden table.

"I don't know Rosie, I really don't" He answered, his brown eyes sad. He grabbed my hand and squeezes it tightly. Never a man of sympathy, this small trace of brotherly love gives me comfort.

At least at first.

….

Quiddich was a big deal in the Potter-Weasley family. We all have our favorite team, a position we like best, and at any family gathering there are games of Quiddtich happening. James tried out, hoping to make seeker rather then beater like the last year. I tried out for my father's sake, knowing that although he was proud of my brains, he had some secret desire for me to be like my aunt Ginny; Ex-captain of the Holyhead Harpies. I'm a first year, so I wasn't not expecting too much. Albus had retreated into his shell so far he almost didn't want to play Quidditch, it was that bad. After endless nagging, I finally convinced Albus to try out for a position, reminding him of how much he loves flying… and a little threatening.

I dragged James along to watch Albus tryout. Knowing he would need the support of his family. He had yet to talk to anyone in his house because he was scared stiff thinking that they all hated him for being a Potter boy. Which most of them did. He flew magnificently; he really is his father's son when it comes to flying. It came down to either Albus or Scorpius for the seeker, both having beaten out the older and theoretically more experienced players. Malfoy had flown well, but Albus was defiantly more seeker material, and that's not even a biased statement. I've watch so much Quidditch that I know what kind of flying skills make for the best plays. The Slytherin captain decided to have them chase a real snitch, and whoever caught it would make Seeker. Not bad for a couple of first years. The team captain released the snitch and both boys sped off in chase of the golden prize. They spiraled up higher and higher until their forms were eaten by the September clouds. I gripped the rail, bouncing on the balls of my feet in expectation.

"C'mon Al" I heard James repeating over and over again softly. After many stained minutes of waiting both boys flew down, a look of shock on Albus face and the golden snitch in his hand.

"Yes!" James and I screamed at the same time. We received heated glares from the rest of the Slytherin team, but James simply gave them the finger as I jumped around in joy. Once on the ground Albus stared like a deer in the headlights as Scorpius touches down next to him. I held my breath and watched as he approached my cousin.

To my shock, the Malfoy boy stuck out his hand. Albus reciprocated, and the two shake hands.

Are they being friendly?

I asked Albus about it later during dinner

"Just saying congratulations on me winning the position, but that next year it will be him as seeker" He explained with a shrugging "I'm just glad he didn't beat my face in."

….

As the weeks passed things settled into place. James got beaten out as seeker by Fred, our other cousin in his 6th year. Not really surprising, James tended to be all talk. James got stuck with beater. Dad was Albus was still isolating himself, but every couple of days Scorpius would sit with him. I noticed also that Malfoy did not have many other friends either. When he wasn't eating lunch with Albus he was reading a book by himself or he wasn't there at all. In some ways I was glad someone, even Malfoy, was talking to my brother. I still hated the stupid git of course. He was always trying to upstage me in class, always insulting me. I had to work extra hard to stay at the top of my class and keep up. He may be nice to Al, but he and I couldn't talk without verbally abusing each other in every single sentence we spoke.

"Out a bit late, aren't we Weasel-bee" I pulled my head out of the book I am reading as the smooth voice interrupted my flow. I know the own of that voice by heart now. I tilted my head back to see and upside down version of Scorpius standing behind me with three books in his hands.

"Could same the same for you Mal-form" I replied curtly, leaning back and crossing my arms defensively.

"Parent's habits die hard?" he mocked, pulling out a piece of parchment from his pocket "Al gave me this, told me to deliver it to you since apparently you're 'just like your mother' and spend your time amongst the books" I snatched the paper from him and tilted my head back so I no longer saw him.

"Welcome your highness" he muttered before walking away with his books.

Unfolding the note, I read

Rosie, I'm unsure about this. Scorpious and I are becoming friends of sorts. I mean, I really don't have anyone here because they're all scared or hate me. And Scorp, well, he treats everyone like crap but they still flock toward him. He's nice enough to me though. As nice as I suppose any Malfoy could be without disgracing themselves. Maybe it's just cause we're teammates or roommates. But in reality he's still not exactly sweet on any of those people either. He keeps Flint off my back most of the time, which I really appreciate. I'm not sure what to do Rose. Any advice?

I scowled at the note, that boy has nothing but bad intentions. The next morning I told Albus so. I reminded him that Scorpius wanted his spot on the Quidich team, and how Malfoy's were known for being sneaky little bastards. A Malfoy would never talk to anyone he didn't want something from, at least in a non-insulting way. Albus nods wildly, having heard similar things from his father and mine.

To reinforce the point I confronted the blond boy about it when I saw him the halls returning from the library a few nights later.

I told him to leave my cousin alone; he replied he doesn't have to listen to me.

"What do you want from him anyways? Trying to corrupt him?"

"You would presume that Weasley. Always seeking the best in people. Merlin forbid I have no hidden motives."

After an exchange of some nasty words and nastier hexes my prefect cousin Molly rounds the corner and puts a stop to our fight. She reverses the jelly-legs jinx on me and removes Scorpius from his upside-down position in the air.

"Detention, both of you. Report to the potions classroom at 7:30 tomorrow" she commanded us sternly before stalking away, muttering about first years. I made a face at her back. Of all my cousins, she was my least favorite. Total bossy, know-it-all.

"God, it's impossible to evade you Weasley's. You're omnipresent, I swear." Scorpius muttered, walking behind me as we headed back to our separate dormitories "You people reproduce like mad."

"What was that Malfoy?" I demanded rounding back on the blonde, hands on hips.

"Nothing" he dismissed as he banged his shoulder against mine as he walked past

I hate Scorpious Malfoy

….

Once home for the holidays the whole family gets together. Minus my Uncle Charlie who was in the hospital for a bad burn from one of the dragons. But that made no dent in the number of people present. My Grandma and Grandpa hosted it at the Weasley's house every year. Only their house had enough space for all the Weasley clan, and it was still pretty tight. My mum and dad, uncle George, Percy, Bill, and uncle Harry, aunt Angelina, Flure, and Ginny. My cousins Fred (the II) and Roxanne. Molly (the II) and Lucy. Then there's Victoire, who was attached to Teddy, and her sister Dominique and brother Louis. Of course James, Albus, and little Lily of the Potters. Not to mention my baby (haha, yeah right) brother Hugo. So I guess in some ways Malfoy was right. We have an enormous family, and a mental one at that. We all have different levels of love for each other. Al and I are inseparable. Lily and Hugo are up to all kinds of mischief, trying to find where the presents are stashed. Dominique and Roxanne have their girl talk, all in French. It's ill advisable to have both Molly and Fred in the same room for too long, and Lily and Lucy get on like a house on fire. Fred and James make endless fun of Teddy when Vickies mouth wasn't attached to his. Of course James teased every one of us mercilessly, especially Albus. James knew exactly how to get under his brothers skin. Uncle Harry finally had to withhold present privileges if he made Al cry one more time.

Christmases day arrived and things started to calm down. Such a large family does have its perks: lots of presents. I got a new broom from my parents, my dad picked me up and twirling me in a hug afterwards, telling me I better make the team next year because he knew I could. From the Potters I get an owl, he was large and is all shades of brown, his name became Twinks. Bill, Flure, and Percy each gave me a book, one on astronomy, and two on spells and potions. George and Angelina happily gave me a broom kit, and my grandmum give me the classic sweater and my grandpa presents me a muggle book; A Twelfth Night. My mother must have told him I have a thing for muggle books. A very nice Christmas if I do say so.

We returned to school on the 5th all in one piece, though Lily got fed up with James and accidently ended up giving him a concussion. Just a normal hazard in the Weasley-Potter family.

On my way to the Gryffindor common room with Lucy, Albus runs to catch up with me. He requests to speak with me real quick and I wave for Lucy to go on without me.

"What's up?" I ask when Lucy's out of hearing range. Albus fiddles nervously with the edge of his sleeve and bites his lip "Out with it Al" I say sternly

"It's Scorpius…"

"What's the Malfoy done to you" I demanded, grabbing his arm "I'll kick his pompous arse"

"It's not that" he said slightly exasperated, shaking his arm loose "Erm, he kinda locked himself in one of the studies in the library. He won't come out and he hasn't eaten all day"

"So?" I asked with confusion. I'm not getting why this is so important.

"I'm worried Rosie, is that so strange?"

"Uh, yea, basically" I replied simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world; which in some ways it was. Albus rolled his eyes.

"Rose, seriously, He's my only friend in my house. He's locked himself away, and he won't eat. If I did that wouldn't you do something?" I sighed, stupid kid should have been in Hufflepuff, not Slytherin.

"Yes Al, of course I would"

"What would you do then?"

"Break the door down, threaten until he does it on his own, tell him he has to pee at some point unless he wants to wet himself" I listed for him, all very logical responses "get your head of house involved."

"Thanks Rose, you're the best" he said giving me a quick one armed hug.

"Of course I am! Who else would be your favorite cousin?"

"Hugo of course" he replied giving me a crooked smile, much like his brothers. He dashed away quickly before his words sink in.

"HEY!" I yelled after his retreating form "I'll get you Al!"

….

I laid in one of the beds in the hospital wing, glaring at the wall with such intensity I'm surprised it didn't disintegrate. This the most painful night in my living memory. Why wizards had yet to develop pain killers is besides me. But after on night of skela-gro, I'm going to stick the less painful, if longer way of healing. My mother is correct in saying that the best way to heal things is to let them do so the natural way. Maybe it didn't seem so when I had to walk around with a huge black eye last year after on unfortunate incident which include my brother, a bludger, and temper tantrum.

I was going to kill Flint when I got out of here. No body pushes Rose Weasley down the stairs and gets away with it.

"It seems as though you've awakened Weasley." Came the monotone voice that made me clench my teeth. I glared at Malfoy, hoping he feels the unbearable burn of my hatred. No such luck.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I snapped bluntly. Much like my father some would say.

"Just stopping in to call on a teammate" he explained with a smirk "Came to enlighten him of our triumph of Gryffindor, even though he got smashed by that fowl cousin of yours'"

His face is the closes thing I've ever seen to a smile, and it's because he is a sadistic bastard. I told him as much, and maybe a few other, more colorful words. He just scoffsed

"See you in detention your Highness" he ended with a mock bow before drifting away to the bed on the other side of the room.

I hate Scorpius Malfoy

….

As the year drew to a close everyone had mixed feelings. Glad that the school work was over, glad to see their family's for the most part, but sad to leave the castle and all their friends. I was glad this year was coming to an end, but I would miss my housemates and a few others. I would miss eating in the Great Hall and reading in the library. I would not miss detention. I would deffinatly not miss Scorpius Malfoy.

I shook myself out of my thoughts as Scorpius chucked a sponge at my head. I growled and glared at him. We were serving our last detention cleaning some old class room that was not even in use. It was the last of a set of three we received when I tripped him in the library and, well, let's just say we knocked down rows of books and there was some transfiguration of objects and each other.

"Stop spacing out and assist me with clean Weasley" Malfoy commanded as he turned back to his own cleaning.

"This is servants work" I mimic in a voice that was supposed to be Scorpius' "wait till my father hears of this!"

He said this to Professor Longbottom the first time we received detention, we had to clean out cauldrons. I had never let him live it down.

"Oh shut it" he muttered lying down on the ground and staring at the ceiling. We lapse into a rare silence.

"Hey hypocrite, wake up and clean" I finally snapped at him, flicking dirty water onto his face. He seemed to ignore this jibe at his pride.

"Are you glad to be going home?" He asked out of nowhere still staring blankly at the arching roof.

"Uh, for the most part" I replied, giving him a weird look. He had never shown much interest in anything I had to say before. "Why?"

"Hn, nothing" With that he went back to work and we didn't exchange any other words until the end of our duties.

"Looking forward to when we meet again Highness" he mocked with one of those obnoxious sweeping bows of his and strolls away.

"You're such a git Mal-form!" I called after him. I could imagine his smirk, that ticked me off.

Shiz-bang, there you go. The idea so far is to go through a year of their school career in every chapter, except the sixth year may transpire into a couple since I may have a lot planned for that. We shall see.

Anywho, I hope this wasn't a waste of your life. Hope you like enough to continue, and maybe even review.

Bye for now my readers.