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The first time I saw Scorpius Malfoy was on platform 9 and three quarters. My dad told me to beat him at every test. Which of course, I did. I think that's where our rivalry started. On platform nine and three quarters 5 years ago.

Let me back track a bit. My name is Rose Weasley. I'm the only daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley. If you don't know who they are you've probably been living under a rock for the last 25 years. They helped Harry Potter defeat the worst dark wizard in all of wizarding history- Lord Voldemort. But this isn't their story. It's mine. I'm Rose Weasley, the idiot who fell head over heels for Scorpius Malfoy.

"Albus Severus Potter! " I shrieked as I pushed into the common room.
"You are so dead!"
My cousin was sitting in a plush arm chair with his tell tale smirk on his face.
"Can I do something for you my dear?" He asked.

"Scorpius Malfoy? You left me paired with Scorpius! I should hex you into oblivion!"

He turned the all too innocent puppy dog face on me. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

He batted his eyes at me. "So help me Merlin, you know potions is my worst subject. But you just had to accept that trollop Suzanne Goyle's "invitation".

"Aw, c'mon Rose. How could I resist? She coerced me into it!"

I could feel my face starting to turn red and hot as I got myself more and more worked up. "Now I'm stuck with an arse of partner the entire term! It's bad enough we already had to have double potions with Slytherin! "

"Rosie, calm down. I's really sorry! I just don't understand why it's so bad that I want my two favourite people in the entire world to get along? I don't understand why you hate him so much."

I rolled my eyes and tried to deflect the question. "You hate Ella but I don't force you to like her! I accept that you hate each other but I don't try and stick you together!"

Then, something incredible happened. My cousin, Albus Potter, blushed as red as his Gryffindor scarf. "You know why I don't like being around her."

"Oh that's right! She was your snogging buddy last year and the only girl in Hogwarts to dump you!"

He sighed. " C'mon cousin. Let's go get some lunch."

We went down to the Great Hall and I plopped down next to my best friend and fellow Gryffindor, Ella Hamilton. She's originally from the United States, but her mum got a job with the ministry. We first met on the train when she sat in the same compartment as me and we had the same book.

"So, guess who my new potions partner is." I asked her dryly.

"Albus again?" She replied.

"Nope. Scorpius Malfoy." I said glumly.

She looked at me in shock and silence for about 2 seconds and then she started laughing, which made the water she had just drunk come out her nose.

"So this is who you hang out with? Fitting." A cold voice came from over my shoulder. I swiveled around, and there he was: the most revolting, pious, abhorrent human being to ever walk the planet. I swear he was put in Slytherin because he's actually part snake.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I asked snidely.

"Nothing from you Weasley. I actually came to speak to Ella. May I?" He asked as he held out his hand to her.

She looked at me questioningly. I snorted. "Go ahead."

See, unlike me, the entire female population of Hogwarts was infatuated with Malfoy. I, on the other hand saw through his illusions and saw him for the ignoramus git he really is. I pulled out my Defense Against the Dark Arts essay I was in the middle of and started working. I got a couple more sentences done when Ella came back. "What'd Malfoy want?"

She looked a bit dazed and replied, "He asked me to go to Hogsmead with him this weekend."

I cocked an eyebrow. "You're not considering going! Are you? I mean you'd be completely barmy. I wonder what cockamamie scheme he's doing this time?" I speculated.

I looked back at Ella and she looked shocked and I could see the hurt in her eyes. "You don't think Scorpius would like someone like me is it? That to date me it's got to be part of some scheme?"

I actually think Ella is gorgeous. She just doesn't see it. She has sort of mousy brown hair that goes to her shoulders and big brown eyes. She's tall and lanky. Over summer she dances ballet. Unlike me she is quiet and reserved around other people.

"Ella, that's not what I meant!"

She huffed and flounced out of the great hall.

"MMMPPHHHM" I put my head in my arms and groaned. It was going to be a long day.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading! This is my first story, so any feedback is appreciated.

xx, Sola714