Just a disclaimer the characters do not belong to me they belong to J. the author of the Harry Potter series. And the first paragraph can be found in the epilogue of the Deathly Hallows, I just changed it a bit to fit the story. Please enjoy.
The Beginning
It all started four years ago on platform nine-and-three quarters. "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." "Ron for heaven's sake," said my mom, half stern, half amused, "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!" "You're right, sorry," said Dad, 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 pureblood." Your words Dad not mine, but at the age of eleven I took my father seriously. So for the next seven years I intended to beat the Malfoy boy at anything and everything, even if he didn't know it was a competition. He'd catch on soon enough.
As it turned out Albus, Harry Potter's son and my best friend and cousin, got sorted into Gryffindor. But that wasn't the surprise. The surprise was, so did Scorpius Malfoy, and grander than that, I, Rose Weasley, got sorted into Ravenclaw.
Over the next four years Albus and Scorpius became the best of friends, all the Potters actually accepted him. And it became common place to see the two hanging out at the Potter residence over the summer. Although Albus made sure we were never in the same room if this were the case.
During school, classes became a battle ground between me and Malfoy. Every time a teacher asked a question people would have to watch out because flying limbs became a danger if we were in the same class. People actually started betting on who would be called on first. Malfoy and I were the tops of every class, we'd try to beat each other but in the end we'd each come up with the exact same, perfect grades.
As if this wasn't enough the tension on the quidditch pitch was even greater. It was no longer Gryffindors verses Slytherin, but Gryffindor verses Ravenclaw. As surprising as it was to my family I didn't want to be keeper like my dad, but a chacer like my Aunt Ginny. And who would have guessed but Malfoy felt the same way.
Now being top of the class, and an important member of my house quidditch team you'd think I'd be a shoe in for prefect next year right? Well there was just one little glitch in that perfect picture, and could you guess it, that glitch's name was Malfoy.
Now I'd disagree, but apparently my screaming matches with Malfoy in the corridors, the Great Hall, and pretty much anywhere else you could think of were means enough for detention, and so Scorpius, Albus (trying to defend one or both of us), and I all had a record sheet long enough to rival my Uncles Fred and George. That is if you put all three of ours together.
Ok so that was the first chapter of A Common Friend. This is my first story so I'd appreciate any advice, comments, or reviews you have for me. Oh and the whole story isn't told like that this was mostly just an overview because I think everything becomes more interesting once they're older. Thanks for reading, and please read on.