*Authors Note: So I finally added a second part to my oneshot. Please review and let me know what you think! I will probably try to write more depending on the response I get with this second chapter, but nothing is definite yet. Thank you though for your reviews on the first chapter- they are really appreciated!

*Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the amazing creator of the genius that is Harry Potter; I'm just having fun with her creations.

"Bye! See you at Christmas!" Rose Weasley excitedly called out to her parents and other relatives remaining on Platform 9 ¾.

"Rose, let's go! The train's already moving and we still haven't found a compartment!" Albus Potter anxiously urged his cousin Rose.

Rose, extracting her head from the train window, turned calmly to her cousin and picked up her trunk. "Alright Albus, I'm coming. You really need to relax- we'll find somewhere to sit."

As Rose began to walk through the train car she shook her head and laughed to herself. Albus was a wreck he was so nervous. Sure she had some nerves when they arrived at the platform, but now she was mostly excited. Meanwhile Albus was borderline neurotic.

"Here's a compartment that still has room." Albus motioned to a compartment on the right that Rose had missed.

As she slid open the door she saw that there was one lone student residing in the compartment. It was the pale, blonde boy from the platform. The one her dad and Uncle Harry had been talking about-Scorpius Malfoy. The boy looked up when they opened the compartment door, but then immediately he turned his head back forward and fixed his gaze on the upholstery of the seat across from him.

Well that's strange, Rose thought. She had seen him staring quite intently at her family on the platform and she had been unsure what to make of it- or him. His interest in her family wasn't too unusual; people have always paid her family especial attention to her family, but from him it had just been different. However, despite his intense curiosity earlier on the platform, now it seemed like he barely even wanted to look at them.

"Hello!" Rose said with a smile trying to get the boy's attention. "You're Scorpius, right? Do you mind if we join you?"

Scorpius' eyes flickered to Rose almost in surprise, but instead of answering his pale brow furled and he simply stared at them.

Unnerved by the lack of response, Albus spoke up. "Sorry, we thought this compartment was empty." Then in a murmured to Rose, "Let's just go find someplace else."

"Why? There's plenty of room here, Albus." Rose replied, not even attempting to match Albus' hushed tone. "You don't mind, do you?" She turned back to Scorpius with a smile.

The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then in a clear voice replied. "Actually I think it would be better if you listened to your friend and found someplace else to sit."

Rose was speechless for a moment, shocked by the cool tone of his voice as he shunned them. She stared at Scorpius, wondering why he was being so rude. She was just being friendly, trying to make a friend on the first day of school. And he was acting like he'd rather adopt a blast-ended skrewt than associate with them!

"You'd rather sit in here all by yourself than have us join you?" Her voice was quickly rising as her Weasley temper started to get the better of her.

"See Rose, let's just go. You heard your Dad- he's a Malfoy." Albus reminded her.

Rose quickly turned accusingly to Albus. "And you, Albus, heard what my mum said about not letting that turn us against each other. We can't let old prejudices influence us, Albus."

"But he doesn't even want us here! Do you?" Albus now looked back at Scorpius who, again, paused and then replied.

"No. I don't."

"Exactly! So we'll just be on our way." All about maintaining the peace, Albus turned and picked up his trunk. However when he looked back at Rose, he discovered that she had not moved to leave. Instead she was now staring at Scorpius with that stubborn glint in her eye which Albus unfortunately had seen one too many times before.

"This is ridiculous! You don't even know us!" Rose's continued, her voice becoming more bitter and sarcastic. "Oh, but I'm sure your stupid father told you all about us! And of course you're not going to even bother actually getting to know us, because if you did you'd see for yourself that everything your father told you was just a bunch of rubbish!"

Scorpius was back to staring at the upholstery of the seat across from him with a bored expression, but Albus thought he saw a faint blush colouring his pale face.

"Well fine! We're obviously better off not having you as our friend. Don't worry, we're leaving- wouldn't want us 'half-bloods' and 'blood traitors' to contaminate your compartment!" Rose spat out her final word and then picked up her trunk in a huff.

"Rose!" Albus exclaimed in surprised that Rose had taken the row that far.

Scorpius must have also been surprised because he suddenly spoke up in defense.

"I never said anything about bloodlines. You did. Just remember that." He calmly warned.

Rose felt her face turning red. Maybe she did take that a bit too far. But still, he was the one who was being so rude in the first place!

Lifting her chin up high to hide any regrets she might be feeling, Rose sent Scorpius one last seething look and then walk out of the train compartment.

Albus glanced at Rose's retreating back and then back to Scorpius feeling slightly sorry for the bloke, knowing from experience what it was like to be on the receiving end of Rose's wrath. Awkwardly nodding in good-bye, Albus turned and followed Rose out.

"What happened to 'not letting prejudices influence us?'" Albus asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, as the duo moved to find a new compartment.

"Shut it, Al." Rose gritted out, still trying to calm herself.

Rose paused for a minute reflecting on the spectacle she just made of herself. She did sort of let her tempter run away from her. She had to work on that, Rose thought guiltily. But he had been so rude! Who acts so unapproachable on their first day of school?

Scorpius Malfoy- that's who! Who did he think he was, acting all high and mighty like that anyway? Did he actually think he could treat people that way?

Well, she was definitely making a promise to stir clear of Scorpius Malfoy from now on.

Rose gave a humorless snort and thought sarcastically about what a brilliant start this was to her first year at Hogwarts.

Scorpius let out a deep breath as he watched Rose Weasley and her bespectacled companion exit the train compartment.

Rose. Well, now he had a name for the face, Scorpius thought with a humorless laugh. Of all the people who could have walked into his compartment, it had to be the exact people he'd promised his father to avoid. He looked out the train window at the country scenery speeding by, as he thought back on the unexpected and confusing encounter with Rose and Albus.

When the duo had walked in, Scorpius could hardly contain his surprise and, as much as he hated to admit it, pleasure.

But then he'd remembered his promise just in time, and purposefully forced his gaze away from the red-haired girl and onto the empty seat in front of him trying to appear bored and aloof. Although Scorpius was fairly confident he only succeeded in appearing extremely daft and strangely interested in upholstery.

Of course then his entire standoffish façade was ruined when she said his name. In retrospect it didn't seem that impossible that she knew his name, but in the moment it caused him to completely freeze as though someone had hit him with a Body-Bind curse.

But what shocked him even more than her knowing his name was what she was asking—she wanted to sit with him? At first he'd been immediately put on guard thinking it was a trap and any minute the two were going to abandon their friendly pretense and attack him. From what his father was saying they were supposed to hate him.

But then she continued talking to him with that smile that oozed sincerity, and Scorpius began to wonder if maybe she really did want to sit with him. And for a moment he'd nearly said yes- and not a begrudging yes, but an enthusiastic one followed by an offer to share some treats from the trolley with them.

But then he pictured his father's face filled with so much guilt and worry. No, they couldn't be friends. He had made a promise. And so, somehow, in a calm and slightly cold voice he told them to sit somewhere else.

Scorpius fought back a laugh thinking back to the reaction she'd had to his answer. Her entire face became bright red and her bushy, auburn hair seemed to inexplicably become even bushier as if her heated emotions were creating a cloud of humidity encompassing her body. Sitting there watching her, he'd felt himself fighting back a smile.

But that smile had quickly vanished when her cousin spoke up again.

He's a Malfoy.

That phrase had seemed to echo, ricocheting off of the widows of the compartment and reiterating over and over within the walls of his mind.

His father had been right. They didn't see him as a fellow student or a prospective friend. They saw him as a Malfoy; just another in a long line of death eaters. They wouldn't ignore the past, even if Scorpius and his father did.

But then Rose said something that had shocked and confused him. We can't let old prejudices influence us.

He had just sat their digesting this when he had heard the boy- Albus, he recalled- asking Scorpius if he wanted them there. And Scorpius took a moment to take in the situation.

Rose's comment about prejudice had given him a glimmer of hope. Even if Albus and all the rest of their family saw him as just a Malfoy, maybe Rose was different. Maybe they could be friends. But, what if he was wrong about Rose and this simply ended in more problems? Was it really worth it?

And even if she was different than her family, it didn't matter, he reminded himself. He'd made a promise to his father.

No. No, he didn't want them here, he finally had answered.

This simply resulted in making Rose even angrier, and in her rant she said something that really struck Scorpius: "You don't even know us!"

He had sat there ashamed that he was doing exactly what he feared they would do to him- he was making assumptions about them based on their family. But in the next minute his fears had been confirmed when Rose suddenly brought up 'half bloods' and 'blood traitors.'

See, he'd thought in disgust. Even she thinks I'm just some villain out to torture muggles and everyone associated with them.

However thinking about it now, when Scorpius had called her out on that comment she'd became even more flush- if that was even possible- and lowered her gaze to the floor as if she was actually ashamed.

Scorpius shook his head thinking of how completely mental he must be because even after Rose had yelled at him, Albus had insulted him, and both of them had demonstrated just how low they think of his family, Scorpius still wanted to know them better. But he just wasn't willing to take that chance, or break his promise to his father.

He'd meet other people at Hogwarts, he assured himself. He didn't need them to be his friends.

But he did want them as his friends, Scorpius finally admitted to himself. But it was out of the question. There was just too much history between their families, like his father had said. Besides after that encounter, being friends with him was the last thing Rose Weasley would ever want.

Scorpius released another deep breath in aggravation, only to find himself involuntarily expelling a loud laugh. Rose Weasley was definitely a strange girl, he thought with a smile. She was obviously quite clever, but her tempter seemed to overrule all logic as soon as she got angry. She threw around accusations and sarcastic remarks in a way he'd never seen before; it had been quite amusing. And if looks could kill, her blue eyes would be lethal.

Blue eyes, he thought with a satisfied smile.

He had guessed right.