Rose POV

I woke up early in my room and looked at my calendar. September 1st. I'm finally going back to Hogwarts! Another year of learning, having food that rivals even Grandma Molly's, and great friends. I'm even almost looking forward to seeing my rival, Scorpius Malfoy. During the summer I have been able to come up with many new insults and I can't wait to try them out on his pompous arse.

I climbed out of bed and ran to my trunk, making sure everything was in order. When I was certain I was completely packed and ready, I opened my door. "Let the madness begin," I thought. I went downstairs, not surprised at all to see my mother already at the table, with breakfast on the stove. She's definitely not a morning person, but when she needs to be somewhere she's ready at least a couple hours before hand. My father says it's always been like that, only worse, and that I'm lucky to have only known her after some of his "disorganized charms" had rubbed off on her. I think the fact that she always has to be ready can be annoying, but I'm glad for it because I absolutely WILL NOT be late for anything. EVER. According to the rest of the family I'm the only one who inherited the "perfectionist" Granger genes, while the rest of them got the "hopeless tendency to be late to everything" Weasley genes. I don't think I'm a perfectionist, but I guess in comparison to the rest of the Weasley-Potters, I can see where they get that idea.

"Hey Mom." I said, since she still hadn't noticed me standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"Oh, Rose dear, hello, come have some breakfast, oh is your father still sleeping, the lazy bum, okay why don't I go get his sorry arse out of bed? And if I know anything Hugo's still in bed too, well they'll be in an awful hurry, I tried to tell them to go to bed early. Go ahead, sit down, eat while it's hot. I'll be right back."

That's my mom for you, constantly talking, she's a broken record I swear. I'd hate to be my dad or brother in the morning, though, she can be so fierce. That's part of why I'm so intent on getting up early. I heard some groaning and shouting upstairs, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor. Dad's up. Ish.

After breakfast and the usual rush around to grab everything, we finally were in the car on the way to King's Cross. When we arrived, I was immediately surrounded by cousins, as usual. We all rushed to through the barrier and after a few goodbye hugs, we were off.

I searched the train for my best friends, Paula Finnegan and Mina Thomas. I finally found them with their boyfriends, Lorcan and Lysander Scamander. I have no idea what possessed them to date twins, but I guess the heart wants what it wants. It's kinda weird when I can't tell my best friends' boyfriends apart, though.

Anyway, I opened the door and they all looked toward me. I waved, and causally sat down next to Paula. We began chatting about what we did ovr the summer, until suddenly my cousin Molly peeked her head in the door nervously and motioned for me to come over. Molly is the only Weasley-Potter cousin who is currently in her 5th year, and even though she is still close to all of us, she spends more time with her classmates and we don't see much of her at school. She made prefect this year, which we were all very excited about, especially her father, though he played it off like it was no big deal. "It was bound to happen. I was Head Boy, after all." Uncle Percy really gives me a headache sometimes. Molly whispered to me that it was time for the prefects meeting and we needed to go to the heads compartment. I looked at my watch and was shocked to find that we were very nearly late. I quickly told my friends where I was going and set off with Molly down the train.

Molly and I were chatting animatedly so I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going. About halfway down the train aisle, I slammed into something hard. At first I didn't move, just wondered what I could have bumped into this time, I've always been rather clumsy. Then I noticed that the thing I was standing against was a human chest. Startled, I immediately stepped away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz! I…" I looked up and saw none other than the smirking form of Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. "Malfoy! You complete arse! You purposely made me run into you, didn't you? Ugh! Unicorn turds! What do you want?"

"What do you mean? I was just standing here, minding my own business, when somebody just rams into me! And I'm the arse? How does that POSSIBLY make any sense? You're supposed to be the smart one, too! I think I deserve an apology, don't you think? I mean, it's only the natural response, you started to say it, too. Come on, out with it. I'm listening."

"NO! I will not apologize to you. Now if you don't mind, I was on my way to a prefects meeting, so if you could just move out of my way?"

"Oh sure, Weasley. Let me just allow Your Highness to pass."

Annoyed, I quickly shoved past him and stormed angrily towards the Head's compartment.

"Oh and Weasley? I agree. You are a klutz."

I decided to just ignore him. Normally, I would shoot back a witty reply, but this year, I'm one of the older students. This is my second year as a prefect, and it is my job to set an example for the younger students. Also, I need to have as clean a record as possible if I want to possibly make Head Girl next year.

But as I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder, Are all guys' chests so… warm? The only guys I had ever been that close to before were just my relatives, and I hadn't felt like that with any of them. I decided to just ignore it. He was probably just full of hot air.

Molly and I continued towards the meeting place. My cousins know that I'm always pissed right after a run in with Malfoy, and they have decided to stay quiet, so as not to send me into a rage. Probably a wise idea. We arrived in the carriage and I went over to sit next to the other Gryffindor 6th year prefect, Ernie McLaggen. I had grown to dislike him last year. He was constantly flirting with me, and it just drove me up the wall. He was okay-looking, and a nice enough guy I guess, but I just didn't connect with him. Eventually I had just flat out rejected him, which caused him to be all moody towards me for the rest of the year. I noticed that all of a sudden he was being rather friendly. He didn't think he had a chance this year, did he? Okay, he had gotten a lot more muscular over the summer, thanks to the hard quidditch training he had told me about, and his good features stood out more. His eyes, easily the best part of his face, seemed to pop out and stare deep into my soul. I guess it could be considered attractive, and most girls found that kind of thing mysterious and intriguing. I, however, just found it kinda creepy. The Head Girl cleared her throat and the meeting began.

The meeting was rather slow, and she announced that we would be doing rounds with the other prefect in our house and year, two teams per night. I planned to talk to McLaggen later about splitting up and each taking half of our part of the castle. Then we would have to do less work, and I would be able to spend less time with him. The meeting ended and, after a brief conversation with McLaggen where I explained my plan to him and he flirted with me until I almost gagged, I headed back to my compartment. We would be arriving soon and I needed to change into my robes.

I grabbed my school robes and hurried to the bathroom. I changed quickly and rushed back to my compartment, but just before I got there something stopped me. Standing in front of me, with an extremely annoying smirk on his face, stood none other than Scorpius Malfoy. Honestly, don't we usually only have one confrontation on the train? And usually, he doesn't come find me. The only thing that keeps my Hogwarts experience less than 100% great is the unfortunate chance meetings with the bastard. I thought he felt the same way, he always told me so, so why was he here waiting for me?

"What do you want, Malfoy?" We were almost to Hogsmeade and I had to get my stuff ready to go.

"Oh nothing, Weasley, nothing. I just noticed that you didn't even try to hurt me earlier. Why is that? Have you finally decided to succumb to my charms? Or have you finally admitted to yourself that I am truly the better person, and therefore you have no right to bother me?"

"Neither, I just thought, what with us being 6th years and me being a prefect, that I should try to set an example for the younger students and be mature about this. I still hate you as much as I always have, I'm simply being the bigger man here. Or in this case, the bigger woman. So why don't you just go back to your little cabin and play with your little Slytherin buddies, kay?" I put on an angelic smile, satisfied with my response.

"Oh, trying to outshine my golden personality now, are you? Well, we'll see how long you last. I know you too well, Weasley. Underneath all that pride, there's a little piece of you that's just yearning to insult the shit out of me. Not that it would work, of course. Now I must go and, how did you say it? Oh yes, 'play with my little Slytherin buddies'. See you around, Weasley." And with that he turned and walked away down the aisle towards his cabin. He pisses me off to no end! Who does he think he is! Oh well, at least I won't see him again for a while since we have to be separated by house for the feast and the first night. If I'm lucky, I might not even see him until Monday classes! I just hope I don't have every class with him again, like last year.

I went back to my compartment and made sure my trunk was in order, and I talked with my friends until the train finally stopped. I hurried out and made sure there weren't any lost and confused 1st years. It's not easy to lose Hagrid, but I remember when I was that small and I couldn't see over the older students. I had to follow Hagrid's voice, which was hard when all the other students were chattering about so many different things. I had wished there was someone there to guide me, so I make sure to try to guide all the 1st years who may be in the same situation I was in. After helping the kids, I met my friends and we grabbed a carriage and headed up to the castle.

The sorting wasn't as entertaining this year since there weren't any Weasley-Potters to sort. I kind of zoned out until the feast. McGonnigal gave her usual start-of-term speech that I swear I've memorized by now, and then the food appeared. I was delicious, as always, but I was eager to just get to bed. It had been a long day, especially with two arguments with Malfoy, and I was really tired. Soon, it was time to lead the younger students to the common room. I told the fat lady the password, and I all but ran up to my dormitory and flopped on my bed, sighing. Paula and Mina were laughing behind me, but I couldn't help it. I loved this place so much, and I was exhausted. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, the last thought that crossed my mind before I was swallowed by blackness was how warm and comfortable I had felt earlier on the train when I ran into Malfoy.

Wait… what?