The thud of a book falling to the floor awoke Rose from her napping. She was draped across a velvet couch, the room was barely lit by a few glowing embers of the fire. She rolled her eyes at herself; she had fallen asleep reading in the common room again. It was certainly not the first time and she highly doubted it would be the last.
She shivered at the coolness of the early morning air, looking out the window she noticed the sliver of light coming up over the hills surrounding Hogwarts. She fumbled in her robes and withdrew her wand, waving the lights on and the curtains open. It would not be long till her fellow Ravenclaws would awaken and she would rather be gone from the tower by then.
She rushed up the stairs to her dormitory and quietly padded to her bedside table grabbing a hair brush and her bag before exiting the tower and quietly padding through the empty castle corridors.
Her morning walks had become a private ritual, walking quietly around Hogwarts and admiring the school, she often used this time last year to contemplate. Her memory flickered back to the Sorting Ceremony two nights ago, where she had been announced as the Head Girl, she took a deep breath; she still couldn't believe that she was in charge now. Apart from him.
The slimy, disgusting, womanizing asshole. She shuddered at the thought of his name. She waved her hand in the air as she walked, trying wade off thinking of the creep. How could they put him as Head Boy of Hogwarts. She would rather be Head student paired with a dementor. Well maybe not a dementor but certainly something just as disgusting.
She made her way down to the Great Hall to take her breakfast alone.
The perfectly straight copy of her timetable was clutched loosely in her hand as she looked for her first class. Potions.She shuddered at the thought; it wasn't that she wasn't good at potions, just that she always got paired with the worst partners. Professor Slughorn certainly did have a weird sense of humour.
The door to the Potions class was standing wide open, when she arrived. She stuck her head in the door, no one else had arrived yet, she made her way to the desk at the front of the class and sat down on her stool. This was her favourite spot in any class room. She prayed to whoever was in charge up there to please, please, please give her a good potions partner this year. Last year had been a complete disaster, a whiny Slytherin whose name she hadn't even bother to learn. She refuse to go through the torture of "But Professor, why won't you teach us to make Simply Straight hair tonic!" It was, she thought, one of the worst Potions classes she had ever been put through.
"Rose Weasly, it certainly is lovely to see you my dear!" Professor Slughorn's jovial voice sounded from the supply cupboard in the corner.
"Good Morning Professor, can I give you a hand?" she asked out of politeness, she really couldn't be bothered being the nice girl today.
"No, no my dear. Just checking our stock for the class today, it seems we need another few pounds of dried beetle eyes!" he said as scratched his quill along the piece of parchment in his hand.
More students started to pour into the class room, by themselves or in groups, the tables filled up slowly, preassigned seats were being discussed between people, friends cheering when they got paired together or pouted when separated. Only then did it occur to her to check who was paired with her. Oh god. No, no, no, no, no; anyone one but that. Then the room fell silent, her head slowly turning to see his disgusting form enter the class.
Scorpius Malfoy.