Author's Note:So thank you too everyone who story alerted and commented, it made my day :) Here's chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did the Weasley twins would be have been together till the end :(

Rose looked out the train window, watching the Hogwarts castle slowly fade in the distance. She was going to miss the castle of course, with it's moving staircases, hidden chambers, and friendly ghosts, but it would nice to be able to go back home, and spend some time with her family. Plus, she would be back at her favorite magical place in just a few months anyway.

"So Rose, what are you doing over the summer?"

Rose came out of her daydream, turning towards her three friends sitting in her compartment. She had almost forgotten they were there. Maybe James was right; she really did need to get her head out of the clouds.

"Nothing special really. What about you guys?" she answered looking at each of them in turn. Next to her was Teresa Boot, a small girl with dark hair, cut short with long bangs that covered her dark eyes. She was very clever but mostly kept to herself, preferring to listen then to speak. Across from her was Elena Macmillan who was tall, blond, and just ridiculously pretty. Most of the boys in their year were always trying to impress her, but none ever succeeded because as she liked to say, she had high standards. Rose couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealously every time she looked at the pretty girls face and had to remind herself that looks only got people so far in life. Lastly, there was Leona Jordan, who had asked the question. She had darker skin and hair, yet had the bluest eyes Rose had ever seen. She was usually the life of the party and always a few good practical jokes up her sleeve. All three girls were in Gryffindor and the same year as Rose. They had all roomed together since first year so they got to know each other quite well.

"My family and I are going to America for the summer," Elena was the first to say. "We have family over there."

"That sounds cool!" Rose exclaimed, interested since she had never been outside Britain before.

"As if! They all have funny accents, and all my cousins ever do is play Quidditch. It's SO boring!"

"Maybe if you learnt how to ride a broom, you'd have some fun", Leona said grinning. Rose was certain she was thinking of their first year when Elena had started crying when her broomstick wouldn't come to her when she said "up".

"Please! I know how to ride a bloody broomstick! Just because I'm not on the Quidditch team doesn't mean I'm not any good!"

"I'm pretty sure a three year old muggle could ride a broomstick better then you."

Rose watched the two girls argue for a few more moments, then sighed looking out the window. Those two could go at it for hours. However, she was surprised when she felt Teresa tap on her shoulder a moment later.

"Want to play chess?" she asked shyly, putting a wizard chess board in between them. Rose was a pro at the game, her father taught her everything she knew.

"Sure!"

They continued in that manner for an hour or so, when there was a knock on the compartment door.

"Come in!" Leona called. Rose was in deep thought, trying to think of a clever plan to get to Teresa's king, so she didn't bother looking up at their guest.

Honestly, she didn't even have to. Judging by the silence of her three friends, she knew who it was.

"What do you want James?" she asked annoyed, eyes still on the board

"Oy, no need to be so nasty. A hello would be nice."

"I only say hello to people I like, so I'll ask again, what do you want?"

She finally looked up to see her cousin grinning down at her.

"Fine be that way. Just wanted to let you know your brother's in a fist fight with Bradley Zambini and it doesn't look like it's stopping anytime soon."

Rose sprung to her feet before her brain could even process what was happening

"Are you joking! Why wouldn't you stop him!"

Before he had time to answer, she pushed him out of the way and rushed out of the compartment and ran down the hall. It didn't take her long to find her brother, who was wrestling with the Slytherin boy in the middle of a circle, which was made up of cheering students.

"Stop! Get up!" Rose yelled, but neither boys noticed her.

"Hugo! Stop it this instance!"

She was starting to get seriously frustrated. She took out her wand, and pushed herself past the wall of people.

"Flipendo!"

The boys were suddenly broken apart by a magical force and were sent flying to the opposite walls of the trains. All was silent.

"What is going on here? Move out of my way!" Two people were pushing past everyone. From the symbol that was pinned to their clothes, Rose could tell they were prefects.

"What is the meaning of this?" one of them asked, looking at the two boys moaning on the floor.

"It's a little late for you two", Rose answered angrily, picking up her brother by the front of his shirt, and dragging him back to her compartment. He made no move to escape and from the corner of her eye she could see he was sporting a black eye and a bloody lip.

She opened her compartment door forcefully only to seen James sitting in her seat, telling an enthusiastic story to her three friends, all whom looked totally into it, smiling whenever he looked at them.

"So after i killed the first one I had the second troll in a headlock when-"

"James, get out."

He looked up at her, surprised.

"Why! I was just getting to the good part!"

"Yea, he was just getting to the good part", Elena repeated with puppy dog eyes. No that wasn't going to work. Not this time.

"I don't care! Leave."

"Fine Misses Cranky Pants," he said getting up, and putting his hands in his pocket. He walked by them before looking back at Hugo saying "Nice eye."

Rose slammed the door in his face.

"Of all the bloody nerve", she mumbled to herself, pulling Hugo in to the seat next to her. Teresa gave her a tissue without saying a word. Rose thanked her before dabbing at Hugo's bloody lip.

"Hugo, what were you thinking?"

"Stupid git was making fun of our family. He was asking for it," Hugo mumbled.

"I don't care! That was a stupid thing to do, especially with a sixth year! What would our parents say!"

"I think dad would be proud."

Rose sighed. He was probably right. "Fine, what would mum say?"

"She'd be really mad."

"Exactly."

"Here, let me see your face," Leona insisted, taking out her wand, and pointing to his bloody lip.
"Episkey."

The wound closed itself up, only leaving dried blood on the bottom of hischin. She then lifted the wand towards his eye healing his bruise. "That should do it."

He thanked her, rubbing his healed face.

"Did you really have to kick James out?" Elena huffed after Rose was done inspecting her brother.

Rose starred daggers at her."Elena, you could get any guy you want, so in the name of all things good in the world, don't go after my cousin."

"Ew, do I really have to hear this?" Hugo asked, making a face.

"Shut up, you." Rose scolded, though she couldn't help but smile and ruffle his red hair moments later. She was glad he was okay.

Suddenly the compartment door burst open once more, and a red haired girl ran up to Hugo, looking anxious.

"I heard what happened! Are you okay?"

"He's fine Lily," Rose answered for him, and Hugo nodded to confirm this was true.

"Thank god!" she exclaimed, smiling down at him. Lily and Hugo weren't just cousins, they were also best friends. Both being in the same year and in Gryffindor, they obviously were able to spend a lot of time together.

"Glad to hear it," Rose looked up to see Albus making his way in as well, in the already tightly packed compartment. All three of her friends looked up at him, though unlike his brother, he didn't seem to notice. "Looks like the sorting hat knew what he was talking about when he put him in Gryffindor."

Hugo beamed at the compliment.

Soon enough Albus and Lily left, taking Hugo with them, but only after Hugo promised Rose he wouldn't get into anymore fights. Once again the four girls had the compartment to themselves.

"You know Rose," Elena said, flipping her hair back. "All your cousins are really ho-"

"Please don't finish that sentence."

A few hours later , they had reached Kings Cross Station. Rose took down her luggage and made her way off the train, saying quick goodbyes to her friends and promising that she'd keep in touch over the summer. Then she left, trying to find her parents in the sea of people.

There had to be hundreds of families there, hugging their kids and welcoming them home. A moment later she saw her aunt and uncle, Harry and Ginny, greeting their own kids. Not seeing her parents, she went over to them, making polite conversation.

"So how were you O.W.L.s?" Ginny asked her.

"Hard as ever. I think I did well though."

"And what about you?" Harry asked turning to his son. Albus shrugged, a hand messing with the hair on the back of his head.

"Who knows."

"By any chance, have you seen my parents?", Rose asked.

"I think I saw them over there with Hugo,"Harry said, pointing towards the front of the train.

"Thank you!" she said happily, and after saying her goodbyes, she ran off to find them.

It didn't take as long as she expected. Her father's and brother's red hair stood out over everyone else's.

"Mum! Dad!" They turned towards her, smiles on their faces.

"There's my Rosie!", Ron said, embracing her, at the same time ruffling her hair the way she had done to Hugo's only hours before. She turned to her mother who hugged her as well. "I was worried we'd never find you!"

"Same here. I saw Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny over there, so I thought I'd go say hi."

That's when she noticed something was wrong. She looked at the floor to see a pile of luggage. Too many bags to only be Hugo's. In fact, Hugo looked kind of pissed as it was, standing a little away from their parents, arms folded, looking off into the distant. What was his problem?

She finally realized that there was someone standing a little way behind her parents. She gave her mother a confused look as she spied over at the stranger. Hermione smiled softly, and moved out of the way, giving her a better view of who was behind her.

Standing in front of her, with a look of apprehension and discomfort, was Scorpius Malfoy.

"Um, this is Scorpius," Hermione said, eyeing her daughter wearily. "He's in your year and -"

"Yea i know who he is." But why was he here?

Hermione looked over at the boy standing slightly behind her and said. "You said you knew Rose right?"

Scorpius gave a quick nod, but wouldn't look either her or her mother in the eye.

"Scorpius is going to come stay with us for a few days," Hermione explained softly. "Until things with his family get sorted out."

"Why?"

It was a simple question but as it came out, it sounded cold and accusing. She had nothing against the kid, in fact she barely knew him, but why did she have to open her home to a stranger?

Especially to a Slytherin who's father was a Death Eater. This had bad idea written all over it. The pity she had for him before had melted away on it's own accord.

Her mother glanced at her husband who gave her a look back. "We'll talk about it when we get home."

"Wait, where is he going to stay?" Rose couldn't help but ask, thinking of their house that only had three bedrooms.

"Hugo will share his room," her father answered, while putting the luggage on a trolley. It seemed like he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Well that explains why Hugo looks furious, Rose thought to herself, as she looked over at her brother again, who was still scowling off in the distance.

Her father had finally put the last bag on the trolley. "Let's go."

"Wait!" Rose said, grabbing his arm. "This is stupid. Why does he have to come live with us? Why can't he go somewhere else?"

She knew she sounded like a whiny little kid but she didn't care. This was utterly insane! She could barely wrap her mind around it. Why would her parents agree to something so crazy, not to mention highly dangerous? Why did she have to share her food and her home with a stranger? She was sure the kid had friends somewhere, why couldn't he stay with them?

"That's what I said!" Hugo yelled angrily, hands in fist. "Why do we have to babysit a stupid git like him!"

"Enough!", Hermione yelled, silencing her kids as well as a few passerbys. "In the car, now!"

Rose scowled, but didn't say anything more. She followed her father through the platform wall and into the Muggle world, and into the parking lot, giving Scorpius death glares all the way. There goes her summer.

The car ride home was in silence. Rose was crammed in the back seat with a furious Hugo and an emotionless Malfoy. Her mother was driving, as her father sat stiffly in the passenger seat, not wanting to be anywhere near his wife while she was in a mood. Rose did her best to make sure that not one part of her was touching Scorpius. She knew that she was over reacting but she couldn't get herself to calm down.

It was a beautiful day outside yet she refused to look out the windows on either side of her. Instead looked straight ahead at the road. Only once did she take a peek at Scorpius who's platinum blond hair seemed to reflect the sun, forcing her to look away.

The trip back seem to take longer then it should have, but Rose couldn't help but smile when they finally drove down her street. She was home.

Her family was the only Wizarding family on the block, so most of her childhood friends who lived there were Muggles. It was tough at times to keep her Wizarding powers a secret from the people she had grown up with, but all the same she did, and no one was the wiser.

When they entered the two story house, Hermione showed Scorpius where he would be sleeping and then left him alone to come downstairs and talk to her two kids, both who were sitting at the kitchen table waiting for an explanation.

An explanation she did give them, trying to convey her emotions in her tale, as if to make them understand emotionally why she had made this decision. At the end, Hermione's voice sounded almost pleading, as if she wanted nothing more then to have her children's support. Ron was quiet the entire time.

"So", Hugo began after his mother had finished. "We're the one's that have to be punished because of the decision YOU made?"

Rose knew Hugo was being disrespectful and in any other circumstance she would have lectured him for it, but not now. She agreed with him wholeheartedly, and sat silently waiting for her mother's answer.

"Your not being punished-"

"Then why can't he share YOUR room, since YOUR the one that invited him? Or better ye,t have him sleep on the couch!"

"He's our guest Hugo and-"

"No he's YOUR guest mum. I don't remember me, Rose, or dad inviting him to stay at our house. Right dad?"

Hugo looked at his father, waiting for an answer. Hermione looked at her husband as well.

Ron sighed. "Hugo, just listen to your mother."

Hugo snorted, then stood up, making the chair hit the wall behind him violently. He started towards the stairs, then changed his course heading for the front door. He had almost forgotten who was in his room. Rose was sure Scorpius could hear the whole conversation from where he was.

"Thanks for nothing!" Hugo shouted before slamming the front door behind him.

"Teenagers," Ron sighed, shaking his head tiredly. He went to go make himself some tea.

Hermione looked down at her daughter. "What about you?"

Rose wasn't like her brother. She respected her parents no matter what they threw at her, and her temper wasn't so easily lost that she would go slamming doors and causing a ruckus. She knew how to keep her emotions in check. Still, she was pissed about this whole situation.

"It just bothers me that you didn't tell us beforehand. You kinda just sprung that at us out of no where".

"I know dear, and I'm really sorry about it".

Rose shrugged and stood up. "I'll get over it eventually. I don't know about Hugo though."

With that, she made her way up the stairs, and in to her room. It was wood floors so it creaked under her weight. Her parent's room were by the stairs. Then there was a bathroom, Hugo's room, and Rose's room was at the farthest end.

She made her way towards it, noticing how Hugo's door was open just a crack, though she couldn't see anything inside as she passed. She was sure Malfoy had heard everything that had transpired.

She was just about to enter her own bedroom when an annoyed voice called out to her.

"I didn't ask for this, you know".

She turned to see Hugo's door was now wide open, sunlight pouring into the hallway. Leaning against the door frame was Scorpius in jeans and a gray t-shirt, arms folded over his chest, mouth in a scowl. His hair was as blond as ever, seemingly shining in the sunlight but his eyes were gray, and for the first time he was looking right at her. He had bags under his eyes, giving her the impression that he hadn't slept in a long time.

"What?" she asked matching his tone. It was anything but kind.

"I said, this wasn't my idea. If I had a choice I wouldn't be here".

"Funny, seeing as no one wants you here".

His eyes narrowed. He definitely had an annoyed look etched upon his face, but other then that she couldn't read him. Whether he was angry, miserable, or upset was a mystery to her.

"This is the plan," she continued. "You stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours. Sound good?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she walked into her room, shutting the door without looking back.

Finally alone, she let out a sigh, and then sank onto her bed, letting the soft mattress ease away her stress. She stared at her ceiling which was painted purple as were her walls. After five minutes of staring at a little black speck she turned on her side and took in the rest of the room. There was a wood desk that matched the color of the wood floor, along with a dresser with a mirror, a large book case that was so tall it touched the ceiling, and her closet. She had a large window with a magnificent view of the block she lived on that was draped in lavender curtains, the same color as her bed spread. A few pictures of her friends and family stood by her night table as posters of her favorite Quidditch team hung from the walls.

She didn't realize how much she missed it until this very moment.

She sighed again, getting up from her bed and going over to her bookcase. Reading always made her feel better, though it was going to take a really good book to make her forget about this catastrophe.

Ron touched his wife's shoulder, putting a cup of tea he had just made in front of her. "You'll feel better."

"Thanks", Hermione said, putting her hands around the mug.

"Well on the bright side, it went a lot better then I expected."

Hermione looked at him surprised. "What? How could it have gone worse then that!"

"The Malfoy kid is still alive isn't he? That's always a good sign," Ron answered, chuckling to himself.

Hermione just shook her head.

Ron reached out and touched her hand. "Don't worry. I'm sure it'll all work out. Your plans always do."

Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. "At least you don't have to worry about Rose being all 'buddy buddy' with him, as you put it."

"I know", Ron said with a smile of his own. "Why the hell do you think I'm so happy."

A/N: End of chapter two! Woo! Comments would be lovely hehehe :D