This story takes place in an imaginary fifth year. This is kind of a song fic, I think? This story is inspired by the song 'I thought I lost you.' by Miley Cyrus & John Travolta. I don't know if the other chapters will be based on songs, or if this will even be more than one chapter. I'm just kind of writing freely on this idea. Thankyou, don't forget to read & review, as this is my first fanfic(:

Chapter one.

"Are you new to Hogwarts, by chance?" Rosalie Weasley asked the boy that she was sharing her train compartment with. She was sitting on one side, he on the other. "You, um, look different." Her pale face flushed light pink, and she looked down, her honey blond hair covering her face.

"Yes, I'm new. I came from Beauxbaton, one of the best magical schools in France. My family decided to move back to England - It's where my father and his family lives. So now, here I am, going to Hogwarts, the most loathed magical boarding school ever." He smiled crookedly, and Rosalie bit her lip. He looked oddly familiar, though she was sure she had never seen this boy before. He was quite handsome - Tall, muscled, with strong features, and white blond hair and green eyes.

"By the way, I'm Rosalie Weasley. You can call me Rose, I guess. What's your name?" She asked politely, setting the massive book she was reading aside. "I've seen you somewhere, I believe." She mumbled.

"I'm Scorpius Malfoy." He said his name proudly, and slightly arrogantly. "I've heard your last name, before, too." He realized after a moment. "Does your father have red hair? Ten or twelve brothers and sisters?"

"Um," Rose blushed again. "Yes, his name is Ronald Weasley, known as Ron. And about the brothers and sisters, something like that." She laughed. "I think our parents went to school together. Is your father Draco Malfoy?"

"Indeed he is," Scorpius nodded. "I think our parent's -"

"Hated each other," Rose finished for him. "Just a sorting house rivalry, probably." She shrugged.

"Something like that? What is a sorting house? We don't do that nonscense at Beauxbaton's." Scorpius said in a disgusted tone, but his eyes were very much curious. "And what house are you in?" He quickly added.

"Well, it just breaks up in groups. Our house effects everything. Our schedule, where we sleep, who are friends are, who are our teachers. You get the idea? I'm in Gryffindor. Meaning I'm brave, and daring. Gryffindor's the best, I say. Then there's Hufflepuff, which is okay. I have a few friends there. If your there, it means your loyal, nice, and quiet. Ravenclaw's are witty and wise, best kid's to get to do your homework. And.." Rose's face wrinkled. "There's Slytherin. The gits that get in there are selfish, sly, and usually grow up being evil."

"But my father was in that house, he told me. He also told me I had to be in Slytherin, or else." Scorpius said skeptically.

"If I was you," Rose paused. "I'd stay away from Slytherin. But that's just me. Anyways, the train is soon to arrive, we need to change into our robes. Oh, you don't have any. Well just excuse me, I need to get into mine. I'll see you at the great hall, when you get sorted. Hope to see you in Gryffindor." Rose smiled. "Later."

"Wait!" Scorpius called after her. Rose turned, waiting on him to speak. "Will you still be my friend, even if I'm in Slytherin?"

"Of course." Rose said, but she adverted her eyes from his. Because she didn't know if she was being honest, or not.

"Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts." Headmaster Dumbledore smiled at the room full of students, and then cleared his throat. "We will, like tradition, sort our first years. But first, I have an announcement. We are highly proud to say that we have received a new student, from Beauxbaton. Mr. Malfoy, come on up here." Dumbledore motioned for Scorpius to come stand near the stool, on which the raggedy sorting hat was place on. "We will sort him first!" Dumbledore place the hat on the nervous boy, and chatter filled the dining hall.

"I talked to him on the train!" Rose whispered to her cousin Lily. "That's the talked about Draco Malfoy's son."

"Dear God, Rose is right, guys!" Lily gawked to her brothers, James and Albus, and Rose's brother, Hugo.

"Not possible, is it?" Said the oldest, James, a seventh year. "He sure looks like the photo's of Draco. They must be kin."

"It's his son for bloody sake!" Albus rolled his eyes.

"Hmm, this Malfoy belongs in.... Slytherin! The hat yelled, and cheers erupted from the table decorated in green and silver. Scorpius sent a sorrowful look to Rose before shuffling to his table.

"Too bad he's not in Gryffindor." Rose sighed. "He was actually nice company."

"Nice company? He's a Malfoy! Gee, Rose, what's gotten into you?" Hugo exclaimed.

"I dunno..." Rose shrugged.

"Loveeee!" Lily cooed jokingly.

Rose bit her lip. Was Lily right?