Hello! I'm really excited about this story because Rose/Scorpius is one of my favorite ships, and the topic is one I am very interested in and have strong opinions on. Hopefully you will agree with me enough to keep reading. Oh, right, disclaimers...

I do not own the characters in this story, nor the world they live in. They are their own people, possibly in an alternate universe, and brought into ours by JK Rowling. However, the writing (other than some quotes) and the character's personalities (other than what JK has already established about Rose and Scorpius) is my own.

I know this is not canon. Here, Rose is fifteen while Lily is eleven, but they should be about two years apart. I just wanted this all to happen at the same time while being reasonable, so I moved some birth dates around. If you like this kind of context, the story takes place in the 2019-20 school year.

So before I finish, I just want to add that I really appreciate comments and jump up and down and start scream-singing them out loud to a favorite tune whenever I get one. With that, enjoy!

(This first chapter is very short and not my best... please get further in before forming your opinion)

-Rose-

"So that's little Scorpius. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank goodness you inherited your mother's brains." Dad glared at a family off to one side. The mother, with long brown waves of hair and sharp features, brushed a cluster of blond hair from her son's scowling face. He had already changed into his robes, and I quickly noticed that the Slytherin symbol, a fanged green serpent, had been charmed onto the breast even though it normally stayed blank until we were sorted. Someone was definitely counting on being evil. At least that's what my father had told me about the houses:

"We'll be proud of you no matter what. Just don't get into Slytherin. Slytherin's evil, Ravenclaw's smart, Hufflepuff's… well… and Gryffindor's brave. I'll send you chocolate frogs if you get into Gryffindor."

Hugo punched me and I realized I had been staring in Scorpius's direction. Not at him, of course not. I just did that sometimes. Went so far into my own world that I forgot about the others around me. That didn't prove anything, I convinced myself.

That was five years ago. Now I look back and realize that was actually the beginning. The beginning of the most controversial relationship Hogwarts has seen in years.

Hugo says I'm a hopeless romantic. Maybe I am. But here's my story, and while it may appear dramatic, it is certainly true.

A toot in the distance commences even more chaos on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The train is coming. As the Hogwarts Express pulls into the station, we grab our trunks and pets. Mothers kiss their children full on the lips (pretending not to notice them wiping it off later) and fathers give their sermons: I don't want to get another owl from McGonagall this year, you hear now?

It's Hugo's first year, so I slip away from my family unnoticed and climb onto the train. Prefects compartment this year. I'm heading down the narrow aisle when someone jostles me. "Sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." But Malfoy doesn't move out of the way immediately. He gives me a look that I can't figure out, then catches up with the rest of his Slytherin friends filing into a compartment.

But before he enters, he turns sharply and spots me staring. He smirks and slides the door shut behind him.