Silly Little Crush

First-year Gryffindor Rose Weasley keeps her own diary, but the secrets within are soon to be unleashed to many.

Prologue Summary: Basically DH epilogue in Rose's POV. She is fascinated, appealed, dazzled by first-year Scorpius Malfoy...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from JKR. But since she doesn't talk about the second generation much, I think I'll be safe and say I don't own anything. Because I pretty much don't. There goes my Hershey's Kiss…

Rose: Do Not Enter

Smiling, I picked up my quill and dipped it into the ink Uncle George had given me. For my birthday last month, Dad and Uncle George had collaborated and gotten me a diary and a calligraphy set, respectively. Now was my chance to test it out, as there would definitely be something fishy with it. I mean, the owners of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes giving something that actually works?

I don't think so.

Diary of Rose Weasley.

Not invisible ink or anything.

Do Not Enter.

She flipped the page.

Sat. 09. 09. 2017.

I should wait three seconds to see if it fades through.

And it doesn't.

Hm…

Dear Diary,

Wow, aren't I creative? I hope I think of something better later on. I had inherited my parents' brilliance and humor but no creativity. That was more Uncle George and his twin, so I've heard. Cousin Fred, Uncle George's son who was named after his late twin, seems to have all the creativity in my generation of the Weasley family.

First things first: I love Hogwarts, but that's mainly because Al and I are in Gryffindor! House of the brave. We were so proud of ourselves that we almost cried.

—wait—

that I almost cried.

Because Al is such a BOY! Those things don't have feelings, I swear. When he started making friends—I swear it's because of his dad's reputation—he told them all that he was sure he would get into Gryffindor.

Boys.

I've made some friends, and Hogwarts is a very interesting place. Thanks to Al and James, I have already found the Room of Requirement. Al and James inherited this thing called the Marauders' Map, which goes a few generations back, back to Uncle Harry's dad and his friends, including Teddy Lupin's late dad. Anyways, it's a map of Hogwarts and has everyone and everything charted on it! Isn't that so cool? It would be the perfect stalking tool!

I dipped my quill in the pot of ink quickly. I can't believe I was thinking about stalking already. Oh boy.

Not that I would have anyone to stalk, of course. I was just saying.

Suspicious.

I mean, just kidding.

I hope no one ever finds this.

The food is excellent here! No offense, but no one in my family can really cook… I mean, Mum's so-so, Dad burns everything, but wow! Aunt Fleur and Grandmum Molly really know how to cook! I see why James doesn't like to go home over the holidays either. His friends, for one, but also the feasts here, mm mm. I can't say Aunt Ginny is the best cook either… I'm rather the picky one aren't I?

You bet I am.

Well, I must say that I'm planning on learning to cook. And not from my parents. What would a man do with a wife who can't cook? Unless he could cook. That would be… what's the word… hot.

Like Scorpius.

Wait. Bad thoughts. Erase those bad thoughts, Rose!

It's probably just a silly little crush, anyways.

The slang at Hogwarts is unbelievable. My vocabulary has probably gone down since I got here. I miss homeschooling with Mum. She's great. But the people here… all the girls can say are 'sexy' and 'hot' and all that stuff. I count as a tomboy here! I don't think that's a bad thing though since Al and I hang out a lot.

Knock, knock, knock. Bang, bang, bang. Bang! And yelling.

Oh, and speak of the devil. He's knocking on the door. I learned on the second day of school that boys can't go up the staircases to the girls' dormitories. I wouldn't write there anyways because I already have more guy friends than girl ones. The Gryffindor girls are rather… girly.

Insert more banging and yelling from Al. I'm pretty sure 'banging' is slang for something not so appropriate since so many older students say it so much and then giggle.

They're already using the words 'sexy' and 'hot' to describe boys… and Al's eyes. Wow. Back to the point, I'm in the Room of Requirement instead of the dormitories. And I had asked for a locked room. I'm guessing Al asked for the room with me in it. Ah well. Toodles! Rose.

I locked my diary up and opened the door to find Al. With a girl. It's only the first week of school! This boy is in so much trouble. Not that I like him or anything—he's my cousin! Or rather, I'm more of a mother hen to him. Ah well.

-:-

"George! George! Guess what?"

"I'm busy, boy."

"Rose wrote!"

"She did? It's only the first… OH! In her… book?"

"You bet."

"Alright! Hold on, I'll get the last customer, then I'll hand it over to Verity."

George checked out the customer—a young mischievous boy, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes's best kind of customer. He resembled young James Potter in a way: the excited glint in his eyes, the evil smile on his face, and the trembling hands.

He was obviously an amateur.

And his parents obviously did not approve of this store.

But that's what made the customers come back! After all, who can resist something they're not allowed to have? That's how Fred and George started this whole place anyways.

"C'mon, George. I can't wait long enough! I promised you that we would have the first read together."

"No, all the reads. Every. Single. Last. One. I want to get to know my little Rosie better!"

"Yeah, yeah."

George liked to work in the shop. He spent his free time inventing things, but it was never as fun as it used to be. With Fred. Now he had Ron, but it just wasn't the same as his old twin. So he liked to work with the customers just like in the good ole days.

"Okay Ron, let's go upstairs to my office."

Of course, it wasn't a real business office. Half of it was a lab, and the other half was a huge couch with millions of pillows and television. Hermione had given a TV to each of the Weasleys once she had made her first huge paycheck from the Ministry. Arthur was absolutely delighted.

"Diary of Rose Weasley. Do not enter," George read.

Ron laughed, "Technically, we're not entering. Just because we have another copy of it. George, I feel so evil, but you could really sell these spying diaries."

"I would, but it's more of a parent thing. And I don't want to backstab the kids here and sell stuff to their parents to pry into their lives."

"But that's exactly what we're doing," Ron reminded George.

"Too bad. It's a pilot test."

They grinned. George flipped the page.

"Saturday, oh nine, oh nine, twenty-seventeen."

"That date makes me feel so old."

"Shut up, Ron."

"Dear Diary, blah, blah, blah, I love Hogwarts, but that's mainly because Al and I are in Gryffindor, house of the brave, we were so proud of ourselves that we almost cried…"

"Aw, Rose is such a little girl. She's so considerate of her friends. Wait 'til she gets in a girl posse and they all start backstabbing each other."

"Rose isn't a bitch or anything."

"Not yet."

"Thanks, George… Wait, it's crossed out. That I almost cried. Haha, Al is such a man."

"Ron, only you were a crybaby. Anyways, hm, I've made some friends… interesting place… What! They've already found the Room of Requirement! That took me and Fred a while to find until we found the Marauders' Map!"

Ron continued reading so as not to linger on the touchy subject that was Fred. "Al and James inherited this thing called the Marauders' Map… few generations back… Uncle Harry's dad… Teddy Lupin's late dad… aw, Rose is such a mannered darling."

"Anyways, it's a map of Hogwarts…"

"…has everyone and everything…" Ron read.

"…so cool…" George skimmed.

"PERFECT STALKING TOOL?" they both exclaimed together. They looked at each other, worried.

"'Rose is such a mannered darling,'" George quoted Ron.

"I bet she was just kidding," Ron defended. "See, she says here that she wouldn't have anyone to stalk of course…"

"Suuuuure, Rose," George commented in disbelief.

"Like your little Fred isn't a troublemaker."

"Touchy subject. Never insult the way someone raises his kids. Anyhow. The food is excellent… hah, that's the best thing about Hogwarts!"

"Glad Rose thinks like a boy."

"No offense, but no one in my family can really cook…"

Ron's pupils dilated. "No offense? Oh, she better not know about us reading!"

"I bet she was just being a mannered darling," George assured him, "otherwise she wouldn't have said all this stuff about how Mum is so-so, Dad burns everything, hah, but Aunt Fleur and Grandmum Molly can cook."

"Hey, she doesn't think Aunt Ginny is that great either!"

"She's destined to become just like Ginny, though, a tomboy nonetheless."

"Nah, she says she's planning on cooking for her husband. Because what would a man do with a wife who couldn't cook… unless he could… that would be…"

"Hot."

"George, she's learning Hogwarts slang rather fast!"

"Dang. Well, she's talking about the slang and vocabulary at Hogwarts… Mum's great… blah, blah, blah."

"Aw, she thinks 'Mione's great! Not many people think that."

"She also thinks she's a tomboy."

"Well, here and Al are rather close."

"You don't think they're too close, Ron?"

"They're cousins, George."

"NO! Not incest, you sick-minded pervert!"

"Oh, I thought you had forgotten. Our family is quite big after all."

"I meant as in she wouldn't have many girl friends."

"Why would she want girlfriends, George?"

"Ron. Girl SPACE friends."

"Oh. I call those female friends."

"I don't really care. We should get back to the story."

"It's basically over though. Let's see here, Al knocks on the door… boys can't go up the staircases to the girls' dormitories—"

"Fred and I learned that on the first day."

"You sick-minded pervert."

"Hey, I had girl—er, female friends."

"Right…"

"We were just eleven!"

"Oh, right."

"And lookie here. Gryffindor girls are rather girly. Think of the other houses! At least Gryffs are courageous. Well, I bet the Ravenclaws can be nerdy, but girls are girls! And she already has more guy friends. What did I say, Ron…"

"People think Al's eyes are hot?"

"Do you think Harry's eyes are hot?"

"I'd rather say Harry's mum, but that's a touchy subject. Plus, that's my friend's mum."

"Okay, this topic is disturbing."

"There's not much else she—"

"Toodles? Rose says toodles?!"

"Way to avoid the touchy subject."

"Shut up, Ron."

"I hope 'Mione never finds out about this."

"Hee hee."

A/N: Whatchuthink? eh? First real chapter! I hope to God that it was original. Next chappie won't be as long, but that's because it'll be from Scorpius's POV, and it'll be written a bit different... and it might take a while. Depends. I'm not writing as fast as I planned to be.