Disclaimer: Of course I'm not JK Rowling, so I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N Rose and Scorpius are in their sixth year. I'll try to introduce the other Weasleys and Potters later on. My first FanFic ever, so…
Rose leaned her elbows on the table of the Three Broomsticks, a warm butterbeer in her hands. She sat across her best friend, Ling, who was rambling on about her latest crush.
'But on the other hand,' continued Ling at top speed, 'He said "I'll see you later" so…?'
'Just wait and see, Ling,' advised Rose paitently, 'He only broke up with Samantha Brown a month ago, give it time.'
'Yeah…' mused Ling.
'Ugh,' said Rose, interrupting Ling's thoughts. Across the room was Scorpius Malfoy – school bad boy, but also Rose's other best friend– snogging some horribly desperate brunette she couldn't make out.
Ling curiously peered over her shoulder. When she turned back to Rose her expression was of pure shock. 'Uh, Rose?' she began hesitantly. 'You do know who that is, don't you?'
Rose looked confused, squinting a little. Suddenly that mass of golden brown hair looked familiar. It couldn't be - 'Dominique?' Rose cried, almost spilling her drink all over the table.
'Keep it down,' hushed Ling.
But Rose was in a frenzy. 'She's, like, a seventh year!' she exclaimed, 'And my cousin!'
Ling raised an eyebrow. 'Like that's going to stop him,' she said, 'Besides, everyone at this school wants Scorpius Malfoy, including seventh years. You know that.'
Although Rose hated to admit a Weasley could do such a thing, she knew Ling was right. And although Dominique may not have her mother's Veela-hair, she certainly had her Veela charm and good looks – the perfect girl for Scorpius. Rose shuddered at the thought.
'God,' she said, exasperated, 'Scorpius is such a bastard; I don't even know why I'm friends with him sometimes.'
Ling just gave a small wry smile.
…
The next morning, Rose had almost forgot about the incident she witnessed in the Three Broomsticks, until she saw Scorpius stroll in their Potions class a full 10 minutes late, his clothes and hair even more dishevelled than usual, a smirk on his face.
'Sorry, Professor,' he said almost playfully, 'Long night.' Rose shuddered. She didn't even want to know what he was doing.
'Take a seat, Malfoy,' ordered the potions mistress, Professor Young, firmly, but there was a hidden smile on her lips. Scorpius had a surprising talent for potions, so, much to Rose's annoyance, he got away with murder in this class.
As he took a seat next to Rose, she muttered, 'Lucky for you this wasn't Transfiguration, Malfoy. Badgely would have turned you into a rat right then and there.'
He chuckled, as Young continued with her instructions on how to make a Draught of Living Death.
'Pair up with the person closest to you. You have one hour,' she finished.
Rose stood up and shook her wavy auburn hair out of face with authority. She didn't have a particular flair for potions, but like any other subject, Rose was determined to master it. And with Scorpius with her partner, who always outshone her at potions, it gave her even more of an incentive.
She opened the book and started to read the instructions, as Scorpius got the ingredients. Soon they were both concentrating very hard, reading the instructions and chopping up ingredients as quickly as possible.
After around fifteen minutes though, Rose found the Sopophorous Bean extremely tough to cut up and extract the juice required. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she stabbed it hard with her silver knife.
Scorpius laughed. 'Have you tried crushing it with the flat side of your knife? It works with all those hard-to-cut beans,' he said wisely.
She let out a short laugh. 'It still amazes me when you say something that's not nonsense, even after 6 years.' But she tried it all the same, and it worked like a charm. The potion was now a nice shade of lilac as the book had specified.
Finally, it was done, an almost clear looking potion sat in the cauldron in front of them. Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, Rose waited as Professor Young came to mark each potion, while Scorpius ran his hand through his already messy white blond hair, much to the amusement of a pair of giggling girls sitting behind them.
As Professor Young approached their mixture, Rose's heartbeat quickened. For anybody else, this was probably overdoing it, but teachers' opinions mattered to Rose greatly.
'This is wonderful!' Professor Young exclaimed, peering into the cauldron, dropping in a leaf, which disintegrated once it came in contact with the liquid. 'A little cloudy, but a fine effort nevertheless. Good work you two!' But she looked straight at Scorpius only. Rose frowned. This teacher was absolutely mental.
…
Rose sank down in her favourite armchair in the library after classes. It had been a long day and she relished the book she had in her hands. Most people went to the Gryffindor common room to relax, but when Rose was trying to wind down she went to the library. Her father always said she got her love of books from her mother, which wasn't a surprise.
The library was quiet, and which for some reason smelled like coffee. Rose closed her eyes for just a second, when she felt a tap on her shoulder, making her jump out of her skin. It was Scorpius, his tall and lanky frame creating a shadow on her book.
'Of course,' said Rose, sighing, 'Just when it started to get quiet.'
'Aren't you kind,' he said sarcastically.
'Wait,' she said suddenly, 'Scorpius Malfoy? In a library?'
'It's been known to happen,' he said nonchalantly, flicking his hair off his hair in that oh-so-innocent way.
'Well,' she continued, 'What's up? Surely you didn't come to read.'
'I'm just here to piss you off, obviously,' he mocked.
Ignoring this, Rose suddenly had a mental image of Dominique's face glued to his. Repulsed, she asked accusingly, 'What were you doing with my cousin yesterday evening, huh?'
For a minute Scorpius looked blank. Suddenly, he smirked slightly. 'Dominique?'
'God, how many other Weasleys have you been messing with, Malfoy?' she asked, realising a moment to late on how that sounded.
Scorpius had evidently noticed too. He raised an eyebrow, but carried on, 'Why, what's wrong with her?'
'A lot if she's going out with you,' Rose said dryly.
Scorpius' face was expressionless. 'Who says we were going out? Can't a guy and a girl just…'
'Snog?' offered Rose, looking disgusted.
'Why do you care so much?' asked Scorpius, mildly annoyed, which was strange. Rose got mad at Scorpius several times a day, but Scorpius never did, he only teased her playfully. It was how their odd friendship worked.
Rose frowned. She didn't know why she cared so much. She breathed out heavily. 'Oh, do what you want,' she said.
Scorpius's face remained expressionless.
Rose felt a little mean now. 'Wanna go to Hogsmeade for a bit?' she offered, 'you can tell me whether the rumours about you and Professor Young are true or not?' she added teasingly.
To that, Scorpius smiled. Not his usual cocky grin or sardonic smirk, a real smile. And that, Rose thought, was why she was such close friends with him.
A/N Reviews please! The good, the bad and the ugly. Anything helps. ;)
