Rose Weasley was rather tired.

She very much loved Hogwarts but she just wanted to get away from her family for once in her life. At the moment James was speaking to Alice Longbottom and Hugo and Lily were having a laugh. It was probably the best moment to get away, so Rose scurried off as quickly as she could to the furthest compartment and opened the door.

Scorpius Malfoy sat all alone, arms crossed and brooding. It didn't take him long to react to her entrance, and when he finally looked up at her his eyes widened and he seemed to have realized something. Not good.

Rose never particularly hated Malfoy, nor had she disliked him but she'd never been friendly to him. This was mainly because James sneered at the blonde boy, and their parents never saw eye to eye. (Their fathers loathed each other, really. And that warning her dad gave her four years ago never helped either) She looked out to the hallways hoping that no one had followed her.

"Hullo." The voice chirped, deeper than it had been the prior year but still in that odd faze her cousin went through a while back. It was rather startling. Rose was expecting him to say something clever, like the room was taken or another. (She noticed he never was rude, just a smart-arse. It was irksome.) He had a smile too, which was weird. It wasn't a smirk or anything, but it didn't feel too genuine.

Surprised she simply said, "Uhm, good day." like she usually did when someone greeted her. She thought, that was wrong. Malfoy certainly wasn't someone. "I mean, what is it?" She corrected herself, then realized that that was a rather rude retort to a polite greeting.

"You can sit here if you want. I'm alone." This was even odder. And in her mind Rose debated whether it was more odd for him to invite her or for him to be friendless. She actually felt like going inside, now. It would be more interesting than sitting with people she was with everyday that summer. So she looked out to see if anyone had followed her and right as she did that James Potter charged loudly towards her.

"What're you doing by that door, Rose?" Oh, goodness, he was such a nose. Rose was very certain that she could stand by any door she pleased, thank you very much! "You can't stand there all day! I want to na-" At this time he finally noticed Scorpius was sitting inside and immediately he frowned. Gave that ugly look he had when he saw someone he hated. "What're you doing here, Malfoy?"

Scorpius seemed unperturbed by his spite and said "I'm sitting, Potter." One of those witty remarks, she noted. "You mates could join me, if you like." Asking her was one thing but asking James was another. Her cousin reacted as though he had been spat on.

"I don't know what you're up to, Malfoy, but you aren't going to get away with it." He than seized her hand like she was four again. "C'mon, Rose. Let's join Alice and Al." And he pulled her like she was three.

"Would you stop it?" After a few seconds of it Rose snagged back her hand and rubbed it tenderly. "You act as though he started beating me."

"He might as well have! Did you see that smile? He's obviously devising some plan."

"James, you always think Scorpius is plotting something." She was walking ahead of him now, a little tempered. "But never has he done anything wrong. Go pick on Goyle if you're looking for an arse."

"I do Rose. In fact, I set up Claire with Gordon Smith."

Rose rolled her eyes and trotted along until she saw that bit of orange that was one of her relative's hair and slid in the compartment it came from.

Hugo and Lily were chatting idly, she hadn't seen Albus and guessed he was off with some of his friends. Alice looked cute as always with her blonde hair short and sweet, and she was talking to a wonderful face who saw her and smiled very faintly, like he always did.

"Jamie!" She sung, running over to meet him in a hug. He'd grown a bit taller, nearly her height now and still smelled like parchment and rice. Rose loved that smell. "How have you been? I haven't gotten anything back from you!"

"I'm sorry, couldn't owl from my Ojiichan's." His voice was always a murmur, soft and deep. "You really should check your email. Doesn't your mum have a computer?"

"Yes. Sorry, it's still a bit weird. I don't quite understand it."

"Oi, oi. You two lovebirds, sit will you? I need my beauty sleep." James was responded with a fierce foot stomping as Rose's face flushed. Jamie's, as always, remained impassive. They squeezed next to Alice and began to discuss some politics.

The door slid open with such force that it clapped abundantly. "Jame! There you are. Seen Scorp anywhere?" Rose frowned at Andronicus, who seemed exasperated, scrunching his face like some odd pug. Jaime just sat there.

"I haven't." He did that thing again, where his upper lip curled back, probably a look of curiosity. Rose found it endearing.

"Damn." While Andro obviously could care less. Rose contemplated helping him. She avoided Andro for different reasons than she did Scorpius. Plainly because he was annoying. Almost as annoying as James, really. He always joked around and did rather badly on his tests. Plus, his hair was queer. She couldn't understand why Jamie liked him so much.

"He's near the end of the line." She finally said, looking him straight at his hazel eyes. "Moping about, too. You better see to him."

Andronicus saluted Rose with a goofy grin and went on his way just as the train began to move.

"So anyway, I think think that muggle integration is a fabulous idea, y'know? It seems rather odd that we keep them out of it like it's the worst thing in the world. Gran and Gramp don't have a problem with it at all!" Rose smiled at Jaime who didn't seem to agree.

"You don't get it. Those two have been exposed for years. My mum freaked at first, and she still looks at me weird sometimes. We've vowed to never tell anyone back home, they wouldn't get it."

Rose groaned, for all his smarts Jaime was much too pessimistic. They sat and debated their views for a while and the entire time Rose completely forgot about Scorpius, finding Jamie's dark eyes much more important.

A/N: So that would be the first parts of Rebel. (I apologize for the terrible title, by the way.) My focus of this story is to show how much the world has changed in the twenty years since Voldemort's demise. I thank anyone who'd like to give me criticism, I greatly appreciate it!