A/N: Hey. Well here's chapter two. This will cover the whole of first year. Sorry about the long wait but my will to write took a long holiday to get away from me but now its back and eager to please.

Disclaimer: *sniffs* I did ask J.K Rolling for the rights to HP but I think she must have forgotten *sniffs again, looks very sad*

Rose POV

I should be angry with myself. I mean, I did just tell a random stranger things that only my family know, but, strange as it sounds I don't feel like I've done anything wrong. In fact, I feel better than I have in a long time. I think that me and Scorpious will be great friends.

There is only one thing bothering me. Dad. He told me at the train station that I wasn't allowed to get too close to Scorpious, but I don't know why. I think it had something to do with his dad. He was a tall, pail blond haired man with an expression that could freeze the Pacific Ocean. My dad seamed to hate Scorp's dad. And I think Grandpa hates them as well. Grandpa used to tell me stories about the Malfoy's. All of them bad.

Me and Scorp walked over to the boats. We looked at all the other students running to find boats with their friends. Scorpius was just standing there so I took control and grabbed his hand. I dragged him over to the nearest empty boat and sat down.

"Scorp?" I asked hesitantly.

"yeah?"

"why exactly does my dad hate yours?"

"um well. My dad once told me it was something to do with your mom, more than anything else." Scorpius seemed to be trying to avoid all questions. "plus I don't think either of them were very nice to each other in school."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. What did my mom have to do with our dad's rivalries?

"well," he leaned forward, "this goes no further right?" I nodded. "well my dad told me he was in love with your mom from 4th year onwards, but she was in love with your dad and called mine a foul evil loathsome little cockroach which made him think it best to keep it quiet. Not to mention that they were on different sides of the war and I think my Granddad Lucius would have killed both my father and your mother. He hated them."

After he said all this I was shocked and partly speechless. All I could force out of my throat was a squeaked "oh." The whole thing took me quite by surprise and I sat there quietly thinking it all over. We sat in silence until we got off the boat and onto the shore of the black lake. It was a comfortable silence rather than an awkward one.

As we walked up to the castle I looked at the looming fortress before me and was awestruck that such a sturdy and majestic building could have been half destroyed in the great war. It seamed a whole universe away; with its calm, quiet and its feeling of safety, it was hard to imagine such a horrific battle could have taken place within these very walls.

By the time I had finished being awestruck we had got to the great hall and I was once again rendered completely speechless by the amazing sight before me. I could hear gasps from the people around me and, on instincts, I grabbed Scorpious' hand and squeezed it; trying to convey the feelings flooding through me at that exact moment. To my surprise he pulled me into a one armed hug and whispered in my ear. "I know!" in an awed voice. My heart soared; I had found a friend who understood me so much that even though we met barely hours ago, we were acting like people who had been friends for years. It amazed me that while I was thinking this I still had the brain power to work out something was wrong.

"what is it?" I asked under my breath.

"its nothing…" he trailed off, still clutching my hand, "its just… you're the only person here I know, I don't want to get separated from you. Is that slightly creepy or stalkerish? If it were anyone else I would have said definitely yes, but because it was Scorpius, I just shook my head and motioned for him to be quiet as to let the sorting ceremony begin.

Professor McGonagall called up a load of our classmates up to the front and soon enough scorpius was called up to take his turn trying to impress the sorting hat into giving them a good house. As he walked up to the stool and sat down, professor McGonagall placed the old, ratty hat on its head before screaming out

"Gryffindor!"

There was not a single sound throughout the entire hall. It was so quiet you could almost hear the jaws dropping open. Scorpius jumped down from the stool, took off the sorting hat and quietly walked over to sit on the end of the Gryffindor table. past the gob smacked students and teachers alike. All of them staring at the first Malfoy in history to be placed in Gryffindor.

The rest of the year passed without too much conflict. Rose was sorted into Gryffindor as well, though that was no surprise, and they became almost inseparable. They took all the same classes and walked to breakfast each morning deep in discussion. They were also seen walking arm in arm around the lake talking or debating certain matters that often made no sense to anyone apart from them.