Scorpius

1 September 2017

He was in shock, that's the best word he could think of, shock. After running from the red-haired femme fatale, Scorpius had found some faces he remembered; Clovis and Bijou Zabini, fourth and first years respectively, Corbin Goyle, another first year, and Mercia Nott, second year. He knew them through his parents but long nights at galas and charity events had forged some sort of friendship among the children of Slytherin.

He took a seat next to Clovis, who was like a big brother to him; telling him stories about girls, like this older girl he used to see when he was younger, and getting in trouble at school. Something that Scorpius wished he would not be asked to reciprocate. His friends chattered on about the new school year and what was to be expected from them, the first years, by the other upperclassmen. He was suddenly shaken from his inner monologue of 'What the hell was that?' by the younger Zabini.

"So, what house do you want to be in Scorpius?" Bijou asked with a slight blush, she had some feelings for the Malfoy boy. But he was horribly oblivious.

Scorpius almost hadn't given it any thought, it was a given he'd be a Slytherin, right? A centuries old heirloom, like the silverware or a grandfather clock, handed down with blond hair and the Malfoy smirk was dominion over the Slytherin dorms. But a new thought struck him, 'what if she got sorted into Slytherin? Well, obviously she wouldn't, she couldn't. Weasley's don't get into Slytherin. They're all Gryffindor goodie-goodies… right?'

"As long as I don't have to see another Weasley, I'll be fine." Scorpius said crisply, a smirk forming on his lightly swollen lips as the words garnered giggles and pats on the back from Clovis.

'There's nothing to worry about Weasleys don't get into Slytherin.' The train clicked along as Mercia began telling an embarrassing story about James Potter.

"So, he's putting on his Quidditch robes when all of a sudden, he got portkeyed to Wailing Myrtle's bathroom." Scorpius tuned the loud brunette out, he couldn't keep a certain red-head out of his mind.

Rose

Rose slipped in as James was telling some crap story about a portkey and Mercia Nott. No one believed him, it was obvious he got sidetracked by a certain brunette and forgot about the game. Everyone still blamed him for that loss, though he won them the Quidditch cup that year, so it was water under the bridge now.

"I'm telling you, she must've set it up so she could jump me. No girls go in that bathroom, not even when Dad and Uncle Ron went to school." Which was true enough, no one went into that bathroom as it was just disgustingly dirty and it is hard to concentrate while a ghost is crying and staring at you. That didn't mean anyone was buying the portkey bit in the least though.

"Don't worry, James. We forgive you. It's just when you want to snog some Slytherin, make sure to do it on your time."

Darryl Longbottom nudged his deeply blushing friend; he was a long-time friend to James and had been playing Quidditch with him last year, now a third year. He was almost the polar opposite of his father; cool, confident, and out-going. "Ah, so little Rosie has decided to grace us with her presence. It's not like you to get lost. We're almost half way to school."

Rose blushed deeply, even more than her cousin, "I made a new friend and we talked for a while. I'm sorry if you all worried."

Truthfully, they hadn't exchanged another word after the Malfoy had wriggled out of her grasp, tears looking to be welling in his eyes. She loved that look; she'd have to get it out of him again.

"Who was it? Justin Macmillan? "

Rose shook her head as she took a seat on her old trunk, a whiff of dust escaping as she did; the compartment was much too crowded for her to sit with her cousins. Dominique and Molly were prattling on about hot guys in their year, an argument since their second year; the votes were often divided between Ridley Wood and Clovis Zabini.

"It was Scorpius Malfoy."

She gave a big smile to the now dead-silent compartment, like a kneazle that had brought in a dead bird, expecting a treat but instead getting a swift boot to the backside.

"Bloody He- a Malfoy? Why would anyone talk to such a git!" James yelled. Albus nodded in agreement.

"Hey! He's Teddy's cousin," Dominique retorted. "He's not a bad kid. What did you two talk about?"

He ignored James mumbling something about Death eaters and how his god-brother wouldn't approve of it.

"Not much. But, we kissed!"

Rose again smiled, seeming to not have realized the opinion of the room, though she had already marked James off as deserving an attitude adjustment. The men sat in shock, not sure if they should throttle the Malfoy or send Rose straight off to St. Mungo's. Roxanne, Dominique, and Molly were a different story, suddenly shrieking in joy. Rose was attacked by the gossip hungry girls.

"Oh Merlin, was he any good? My first kiss wasn't very good. Are you a couple now? Do you like-like him?" Dominique spouted out as the other two cousins crushed the youngest Weasley in a hug.

"He was pretty good, I guess. I don't know he didn't say anything. Yeah, I do. Let me go before I die." Rose squeaked out, her ribs actually hurting due to the girls' over exuberance.

Rose reminded herself to never tell them anything more about Scorpius or she would be crushed before she graduated. She really didn't like how boy crazy her cousins were. It just seemed undignified, though she did like them. She just didn't want to drool over boys. The girls soon stood up, it was about time to change for school, the boys left the compartment.

Scorpius

Scorpius and the other boys left their compartment for the girls to change, their robes hanging over their arms. But Scorpius was still solidly stuck in his head, swaying side to side with the train. He had by now discovered 'what that hell that was', it was a kiss. Now he had moved onto 'what the hell did she mean by that?', but he was soon yanked out of his head by a hand on his shoulder.

"What the hell did you do to my cousin, Malfoy?" The venom dripping from the words as James Potter said them.

"Huh? W-what do you mean?" Scorpius stammered, thoroughly intimidated by the taller, broader fourth Potter boy. 'Oh Merlin, is this how it ends? Avada'd by the cousin of my first-kiss? Well at least I have that. '

"You know what I mean! You kissed my cousin!"

Scorpius looked completely shocked; James and most of the boys took it as a show of guilt. His friends gave Scorpius hearty slaps on the back, but then Corbin said the dumbest thing ever to have been to his credit.

"I bet you're disappointed it was some Weasley, huh?"

That's when James's fists started flying. Corbin for his stupidity was quickly downed, Scorpius got away with a few punches to the abdomen and Zabini decked James sending him to the ground.

"Darryl, keep your friend on a leash, yeah? We both know Scorpius wouldn't force himself on anyone. Get a compartment and I'm sure the little Casanova can tell us all about it."

Clovis massaged his bruised knuckle, while trying to measure the feeling from the Potter-Weasley group.

"He's such an ass… Yeah, I think that one's open."

Darryl pointed down the passage to an open door, hinting there were no women inside. The group began to move towards the compartment, robes were placed on the luggage racks and over cushioned seats. Shirts were pulled over heads, shoes shuffled off, and belts undone.

"So, get on with it Scorpius. Tell us your magical rendition of Romeo and Juliet."

Scorpius blushed at Clovis's words. He was reluctant to tell of his embarrassing encounter. So, he thought he'd show some Slytherin-like cunning and lie.

"I-I was walking down the hall, looking for you guys. Then I ran into her, she must've been looking for her cousins, I thought she was pretty cute…"

'Wait. Did I just call her cute? She almost raped me!'

"Stop! Stop! It's too cutesy!" Darryl yelled in mock agony, earning a large laugh from the room.

In his head Scorpius was thanking the Gryffindor boy, as he didn't know to say next. He wasn't a skilled liar, not like Clovis.

The train soon arrived in Hogsmeade station; Scorpius went off with the other first years. Joking with Corbin and Bijou, walking towards the docks, he noticed a flash of red hair on his periphery. A shiver ran up his spine. No, no, no. It's not her. There are dozens of Weasleys at this school. He thought, not believing a word of it. He felt a stare grow on his back on the old wooden dock, a blush rising in his pale face. Damn her to hell.