Kind of a filler chapter. Getting to the good stuff later on.

Scorpius Malfoy

The prefect meeting flies by uneventfully. I assign partners for patrols, making it so Rose and I will have to pair up. Just to annoy her, of course. She flashes me a deadly look with her blue eyes, and purposefully stomps on my foot when we stand to leave the compartment. She walks ahead of me back to the compartment we are sharing with Al. I walk slowly behind her. I can't help but notice she has a nice ass.

"Stop looking at my ass." She calls over her shoulder, within earshot of innocent first years. A few kids look around, looking a little scared. She smiles apologetically at them, and they instead look at me. I hate children.

I try to slide past her into the compartment, but we get stuck. Her chest is pressed against mine. I smirk down at her, and she glares up at me. Eventually, with no help from me, she pulls herself free, and plops down on the seat across from me. I notice her red cheeks. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she tries to cover her face with her red hair, glaring at me still.

Al glances between the two of us, chuckling slightly. He has grown used to us hating each other, I guess. I think she's just afraid to admit she loves me. But, that's just my opinion.

Me and Al talk about Quidditch for a while, talking about players we lost last year, and Al's new captainship. Al tries to include Rose, talking loudly about who he thinks the Gryffindor Keeper will be this year. Rose rolls her eyes behind her book, and insists that she is too busy to play Quidditch. Al even gets me to try to convince her. I tell her, "Hey, if we have someone like you on the Gryffies, Slytherin is bound to win."

Needless to say, she wasn't convinced. And my leg is rather bruised.

This is how it usually is, I guess you could say. Al is best friends with both of us. Rose loves hanging around Al, but hates me. Me and Al are mates, and I find Rose to be an annoying bitch. Simple, see?

When we arrived at the school Rose and I had to share a carriage up to the school with the prefects. Rose sat as far away from me as possible on the bench, again. I chuckled under my breath, and she gave me a withering look. The new prefects looked confused, and the older ones rolled their eyes at us, as if this was some kind of game we'd been playing for forever. And in a way, it was.

The ride to the castle was bumpy, and we could hear the rain pouring down outside. At one point we hit a bump in the road or something, and Rose went flying into me. She righted herself, cheeks flaming. We all got out at the school, and led the students in.

Everything went as it usually does. We all sat down at our tables in the Great Hall, and waited for the first years to get to across the lake. I wanted them to hurry and get Sorted, I was starving. Me and Al sit by each other, and are soon caught in conversation with our (now his) dorm mates. Adrian Nott sits across from us, and is talking to Al about the finer points of Huffelpuff girls. Personally, I'm not so fond of them. Even if they are all easy. They are also really clingy. I dated Brigit Bones last year for about a week, and she was already accusing me of looking at other girls. I mean, of course I was, but that doesn't give her the right to accuse me of anything, right?

Finally the first years arrive, somewhat damp, and looking downright terrified. Damn, was I ever that small? I look at a scrawny little blonde boy, and hope to Merlin I never looked like him. The Hat sings a song that I've never paid attention to, and Sorting goes as slowly as possible, like usual. It ends with Suthers, Charlie, "RAVENCLAW!"

After a speech from McGonagall, who is still alive and well, we dig in finally. I don't speak the entire meal, too focused on my food. Al tries to engage me in conversation at first, but gives up and talks to Adrian and Blake instead. I'm dreading dinner ending. I will have to share a common room with Rose Weasley. For an entire year.

When dinner is over, and everyone has kind of fallen into a sleepy, content quietness, we are dismissed, and I get up. I lead the first years upstairs with the other prefects. Then I lead the Slytherin first years to their common room, while Rose leads the Gryffindors to theirs. I head to the Head's Dorm, passing through the clashing common room, with red/gold and green/silver colors mixed everywhere. I wish they'd just separated it into a Gryffindor side, and a Slytherin side. It would at least look a little better.

One of the good things about our dorm was we had our own kitchen. I checked the pantries to find it fully stocked. On one wall was a huge bookshelf, filled with probably enough books for half the library. Weasley hadn't showed up yet. At least I had peace for now. I headed up to my dorm. It was nice I guess that I didn't have to share anymore, but I would miss Al. At least I could throw parties here without having to deal with the annoying young Slytherin brats bound to be hanging in the common room.

My room was Slytherin colors, with a huge-ass bed. The room was pretty big, almost as big as my room at home. The room had its own desk, and a comfy chair I could use for doing homework. It had two windows across from the bed, with heavy curtains. My trunk was at the foot of my bed, and I unlatched it to find all my things folded neatly, courtesy of my house elf Hinky. I took out my book I'd need for tomorrow, and set them on my desk. Then I took of my robes, just dropping them on the floor. My Converse got kicked off, and I removed my jeans and green shirt.

I crawled into the comfy bed, suddenly exhausted. I fell asleep right away.

Rose Weasley

I flicked on the light in my dorm, to find Gryffindor colored hangings and a huge bed. My own desk sat across from it, and my trunk was placed neatly in front of my bed. I had my own adjoining bathroom too. Thank Merlin I wouldn't have to share with Scorpius. I took off my robes, and laid them on the desk, removing my shoes, jeans and shirt, and finding my old Chudley Cannons shirt. I spread out in the middle of the bed, taking a deep breath. A whole year of sharing a living space with the biggest prat ever. Joy.