AN: yeah! Two chapters in 3 days! I'm so proud of myself!! I'm going to apologize now. The majority of this chapter is the same as Ch. 1. I couldn't just change dialogue between them, that would be plain weird and kinda creepy. Anyway, I hope you really like this chapter. I worked really hard on it. Thanks to everyone that has added me to alerts and reviewed! They mean so much to me! I tried to reply to everyones' reviews. That's really important to me. I get just as excited receiving a review reply as I do when I get reviews. Anyway...I'll quit ranting and let you get on with the chapter. School starts back in a few days, so I don't know when Ch. 3 will get posted. Hopefully soon. I want to get these basic chaps. done and over with so we can get into the real plot. R&R. Emma J.

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Coming to the station that day was nerve-wracking to say the least. Here I was, a mere boy of 11, about to embark on the biggest adventure of my life, and I was scared to death. I wasn't scared about leaving home, or being away from my family, no that was the least of my problems. I was scared of the humiliation and murmuring I was sure was going to happen behind my back once people found out who and what I was. Ever since the second war, my family name, the name of Malfoy, had lost most of the respect my grandfather had bought it. That's right, I'm a rebel, at least on the inside. See, I just don't agree with the teachings of my father and grandfather. I've read about Potter, Weasley, and Granger. What they did and everything they went through was bloody amazing, to say the least. You won't catch me saying that to my father though. He thinks I'm the perfect pureblood son. Hopefully Hogwarts would be the place where I could become myself, Scorpius, or at least find out who I was and wanted to be. As we approached the train, I heard my father snicker.

"Looks like the Weasley's are still multiplying like jackrabbits." my father said, looking to his left at a group of red headed people.

"Draco." my mother gave him one of her famous 'Be nice in front of Scorpius' looks. I grinned to myself. There was no doubt in my mind that my parents loved each other, or they did now. I knew they had had an arranged marriage, and the beginning for them had been a little rough, but things between them had been better ever since I had been born.

I looked over to where my father had just been looking. Sure enough, it was the infamous Golden Trio. I couldn't believe it. If my father hadn't been standing there I would have gone over to talk to them. That though, was strictly forbidden. As I stood there watching the happy group I couldn't help but notice a black haired boy and a red headed girl who looked about my age.

"Hey Dad?" I turned back around and looked up at my father, who had been talking quietly to mum.

"Yes Son?"

"Do the Weasley's have any kids my age?" I asked. That would be so cool if they did. I couldn't let my father see my true reaction to his response though.

"Yes. I'm positive the girl is Rose Weasley and the boy is Potter's. Albus Severus. Can you believe the ridiculousness of that name? Stay away from them son. The Potter's and Weasley's are not the type of people people like us associate with. Make sure to beat that Weasley at ever exam. No doubt she got her mother's brains. Don't become friendly with the Potter boy. Grandfather and I would never forgive you." This was probably the best piece of advice my father would ever give me, and how was I going to repay him? By not listening. I would act the part though. The arrogant, smug son of Draco Malfoy everyone expected me to be. I was determined from that point on to find out as much about these two as possible

"Scorpius, honey, if there's anything you need, let daddy and I know. We'll write at least once a week. Be good, study hard, and stay out of trouble." my mother told me as she hugged me good bye. I was going to miss her so much. I'm sure my mother had an idea that I didn't believe in the pureblood mania the same way my father and grandfather did, but she was loyal to me, and never let on that she knew.

I hugged her back. "Thanks Mum. I love you."

"Love you too, Son." she whispered in my ear as she released me.

My father clapped me on the back. "Do everything she said, but get in a little trouble, especially since Potter's got a kid in school with you. Behave yourself and remember you are a Malfoy, no matter what others say."

Father walked me towards the train. "Dad, what if I don't get into Slytherin?" This had been bothering me for awhile, but this was the first time I had voiced it.

"Scorpius, listen to me." he said as he grabbed me by the shoulders and squatted down to my level to look me in the eyes, "As much as I would love for you to be in Slytherin and continue an age old family tradition, as long as you don't end up in Gryffindor of Hufflepuff things will be fine."

"So Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Thanks Dad." I smiled at him. Even though I resented almost everything he stood for, I was going to miss my father.

"See you at Christmas, Son." I stepped onto the train as he waved. The whistle blew and we were off. After searching for what seemed like forever, I finally found an empty compartment, or so I thought. Not five minutes after I had gotten settled in and ready for a quiet, peaceful train ride to Hogwarts there was a knock on the door. It slid open to reveal a tall, lanky red headed girl. Wait? Wasn't this Rose Weasley? Hadn't my father just told me to stay away from her? He had, but here she was, walking willingly into my compartment. There was no way I was going to pass up this opportunity. She looked around the compartment and saw me.

"Is anyone sitting here?" she asked, taking a look around the vacant space.

"No." I said, rolling my eyes. She had just surveyed the compartment. Couldn't she see it was empty?

"Mind if I join you? Everywhere else is either full or has some member of my family in it." She took a tentative step over the threshold. Was she nervous I would be that mean and say no?

"Not at all. I'm Scorpius, by the way. Scorpius Malfoy." I said looking up from the book that was in my lap. I watched as she put her things in the rack above the seats. Rose Weasley wasn't that bad looking, not drop dead gorgeous, but not ugly. She had really stunning long strawberry blond hair that I couldn't take my eyes off of.

"I'm sorry, but did you say Malfoy?" She said turning around and sitting across from me.

"Yes. Why?" I asked, placing the book next to me as I looked up at her.

"Nothing. I've just heard a lot about your family. That's all." I could see the disbelief in her eyes. No doubt her family had told her their version of the second war. Unfortunately, she didn't know that I believed her family and agreed with their beliefs 100 percent. Like I had told myself on the platform, I put on the smug Malfoy mask, as it was expected of me

She blushed. wow, she looks really pretty when she blushes. Scorpius, what are you thinking! She's a Weasley! Keep your head on straight. Grandfather Malfoy would never forgive you if you became involved with her

"I'm so sorry! I'm Rose. Rose Weasley." I, of course, already knew who she was, but she didn't know that. She extended her hand for handshake. I didn't take it. If I was going to keep up this "act" I had to begin now. I couldn't let my front down, ever. No matter how much she thought I hated her. I rolled my eyes and tried to look bored, like being in the same space with her was the worst punishment ever

"I am so dead if my father ever finds out I'm sharing a compartment with….with….one of them." I said, looking at her again.

"One of who? Is there a problem with my family?" she said, her voice got higher and more defensive. Wrong words. I defiantly didn't want to make her mad, but I didn't want to let her in to close. I didn't want to spend the next seven years by myself though. It was in that moment that I decided to let Rose Weasley in on my most protected secret. This was probably the best decision I have ever made.

"A Weasley. No, I don't have a problem with your family. My father and grandfather may, but I don't. I think what your uncle did was bloody amazing. I'm actually very different from the rest of my family. That whole 'pure-blood' craze just isn't for me. Though if you ask me to my face, I'll lie. My father would Avada Kadava me before I could explain myself. I usually just keep those kind of opinions to myself." I looked at her, and could feel my face going slightly pink, and then looked out the window.

"Wow. My family told me that, but I didn't know it was that important to some people. I'm half, in case you were wondering. My mum's muggle-born and my dad, well you know about him." she said, looking out the window too. "So, how was your summer? Did you and your parents do anything special, since you were leaving for school?" She was trying really hard to make polite conversation, I could tell. Her parents must have raised her to be a perfectly mannered girl. I didn't have a problem giving into her conversation whim. The train ride would be awful quiet if we didn't try to be cordial to each other.

"Nothing too special. Father and I went to the Quidditch World Cup this year. That was my first professional game."

"NO WAY! I can't believe that! My family goes to games and tournaments all the time. I can't wait until next year when I can try out for the house team. Daddy made sure I could ride a broom as soon as I learned to walk, although mum didn't go for it very much. She's terrified of flying and was afraid of me getting seriously hurt. I've been playing Quidditch ever since. I like keeper, unlike my cousin, James, who wants to be a chaser like his grandpa." I knew her aunt had played pro. Quidditch, so her family probably had connections and all kinds of pull. It didn't hurt that her uncle and parents had been instrumental in the downfall of Voldemort (yes, unlike the rest of my family, who still calls him the Dark Lord, I call him by what he was best know as)

"Yeah, well, my father is rarely home. He's a workaholic, so spending time with him is a pretty big deal. I was actually surprised he didn't cancel on me this year, like he did last year." I said. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt around her. I had never told any of this to anyone. I had never had anyone I felt so comfortable around. I looked away quickly, I didn't want her to see how much not being with my father upset me

"What house do you think you'll be sorted into?" I could tell she was trying to change the subject to something less depressing than my family. I was very thankful to her for that.

"The majority of my family's been in Slytherin, but I'm not picky. Wherever the sorting hat decides to put me. It'll just give my father another reason to be upset with me. Where are you hoping for? Gryffindor?" I said, my infamous mischievous smile twisting across my face. I saw the blush that crept across her creamy white skin. I also saw her take several quick, calming breaths. I knew she was trying to hide the fact from me. Bloody Hell! Did she like me? There was no way this was possible. She hadn't known me for more than an hour.

She laughed. A soft, melodious laugh. It reminded me of windchimes in the wind. She smiled at me. "Yes Gryffindor. My entire family has been there for centuries! My cousins pretty much fill the dorms and I don't know what I would do if I couldn't be with them. But I also want the sorting hat to see me for me, and not the deeds of my parents. So, maybe Ravenclaw, if not Gryffindor."

"Ravenclaw, eh? Looks like we've got a brain with us." I said, crossing my arms behind my head and leaning back against the seat. I was trying to keep up the Malfoy persona. Hopefully it was working. Though I had a feeling that I couldn't fool her.

"I guess you could say that. My dad says it's luck that I got mum's brains because I sure didn't want his. Ravenclaw would be a bit of a switch for my family. Mum and Dad said they didn't really care where I got sorted, as long as I was happy, so were they."

"Wish my parents were that way." I knew no matter how much my parents said that it didn't matter, I knew that it did. The house you were put in your first year would determine the friendships you made and the connections you'd have for the rest of your life. I desperatly wanted to be put in Slytherin, if only to please my family, but I also wanted the Hat to put me wherever it best thought I would fit.

The majority of the train ride continued in this manner, us just talking back and forth. The train finally came to a stop in Hogsmead. I started to shake as I heard the compartment doors slide open and people clamor out to get to the carriages, or boats for us First years. I was so nervous about upsetting my family, about not getting in to Slytherin. Rose was up ahead of me. No matter what the next two hours had in store for us, I knew that I wanted us to continue to get to know each other, to be friends.

"Ready for this?" I asked, stepping off the train in front of her

"I guess. As ready as I'll ever be." She followed behind me, trying not to get lost in the crowd.