Chapter 2

Summer has finally ended and 7th year has begun.

I bid my parents good bye and started toward the train, ignoring all the stares I got and willing myself not to run away.

And as I set foot on the train, everyone who saw me gasped and stared at me like I was some three-headed dog.

"Rose.. Weasley?" A dark-haired, Ravenclaw asked me hesitantly.

"Yes?" I replied, smiling at her sweetly.

This seemed to surprise them all. Since everyone's mouths fell open, and they continued to gawk at me.

"Uh." The dark-haired, Ravenclaw faltered.

"You are?" I asked her.

I have learned that changing requires befriending. Since your inner circle defines your reputation in a school such as Hogwarts.

"Me?" She asked, pointing at herself.

I nodded.

Well, this seems to have shocked everyone; it even made the Ravenclaws act thoughtless.

"Oh, uh- Sheena McMillan." The dark-haired, Ravenclaw stuttered.

"Nice to meet you, Sheena McMillan." I smiled.

I turned on my heel to search for the Weasleys, willing myself not to blush as everyone continued to stare at me.

"Hugo! Give it back!"

Ah, Lily. It is easy to find the Weasleys, what with their constant screaming and bickering.

I went to the carriage in which the scream came from and entered.

I found Hugo pinned on the floor under Lily, a blonde girl seated on Albus' lap, Dominique snogging a dark-haired boy, Molly, Lucy, Roxanne, and Louis playing Exploding Snap, and the Scamander twins discussing the latest Quidditch game with Liam Finnegan.

What can I say? The Weasley family is huge and crazy.

"Lily, get off of Hugo. Hugo, return that to Lily." I ordered them, crossing my perfectly tanned arms in my chest.

Lily and Hugo did what they were told and joined in Molly's game of Exploding Snap.

My cousins knew what I was up to. They knew I was changing myself for a reason; a reason I haven't told anyone except Lily. Lily helped me change myself into The New Rose Weasley; the finesse, hot, well-informed on fashion, Quidditch-fan, cheerful, beautiful Rose Weasley. My wardrobe was now full of pink, white, blue, yellow, black (almost all colors really) shorts, skirts, jeans, heels, blouses, and anything related to making me look like one of the Popular Crowd.

"Lily." I poked Lily in the ribs.

"What?" She asked me, her eyes still on the game.

"Let's talk."

She looked at me with her ever-perfect eyebrow raised and nodded.

"Okay, what happened?" Lily asked me as soon as we were seated in a secluded corner of the carriage.

"They stared at me." I replied.

"Good."

"Then, I met Sheena McMillan."

"Oh, good. She's a good person."

"Yeah. But I thought I needed to be in the "In Crowd"." I rolled my eyes, at my use of air quotation marks.

"Yes. That's easy. All of your cousins and your brother are the front-runners of the In Crowd. It's good because you met someone new. You need a lot of friends. Having a lot of friends' means you're popular."

I sighed.

"How about Scorpius Malfoy?" I muttered venomously.

"He's one of the In Crowd too, since he's a Malfoy."

"How do I become a part of your group?"

"You already are."

"What?"

"You have been since before. It was just you locked yourself up in your room or in the library."

Oh.

"Oh. Sorry." I smiled apologetically.

Lily patted me on the back, and laughed.

"What do we do next?" I asked.

"Go with the flow. Everything will go on from here. People will start talking about you, guys will start asking you out-" I rolled my eyes. "Malfoy will notice you, and you break his heart." Lily continued.

I nodded.

That was our plan. Make Scorpius Malfoy fall in love with me, and then break his heart into tiny little shards of glass. I'm quite sure his heart is made of glass.

"Well, I have to go to the Heads' meeting." I told Lily.

"I heard Malfoy's the Head Boy." Lily teased.

I hit her arm playfully and left.

Scorpius Malfoy. The obnoxious, slimy Slytherin who started this all. Why did his perfect being have to come to my life? Why did I have to fall in love with him? Why did he have to break my heart? Why did he have to make fun of me when I did absolutely nothing to him? Why did he have to be so foul?

These questions continued to run through my mind when I fell backwards from hitting something hard, tall and-

"Would you watch where you're going?" The tall, hard, masculine figure screamed at me.

"So-sorry." I mumbled, rubbing my head.

"Here." The figure offered his hand.

Merlin, I'm dizzy.

I took his hand and stood up.

"Ow. Why are the walls moving? Please tell them to stop moving." I pleaded to the figure in front of me.

He looked at me like I was crazy and grabbed my arm.

"Weasley?" The figure asked, smirking.

Smirking?

"Who else? Ugh, oww." I replied, grabbing his arms.

"Oh Merlin. I'll take you to the Heads' Compartment." He muttered, grabbing my waist.

Suddenly, I was floating and everything turned black.

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