Disclaimer: I own nothing, The amazing Ms Rowling rules this particular world! Ok.. yeah...
A/N: Hi! Ok so zis is the second year. Meheheheh. Enjoy my fickle friends. Here you gooeess! Also, I know I said at the start of the story that Louis was in James' year. But he's not! Because Dom is older than him. So let's say Louis is now one year younger :P. I'll fix chapter 1 when I can be bothered.
Chapter 3: Perfect Harmony.. (Rose's POV)
The prank war between me and Scorpius had raged on through first year. But something changed during the summer. Our hate became less childish. It was beyond pranks. So when we got to second year, the only interaction we shared was spiteful comments and glares full of hate.
Unfortunately, a third of the way through the year, it became very difficult to ignore him. And it was all because of the stupid house unity stuff that the McGonagall was so crazed about.
So anyways, it all started one, normal Monday in the middle of potions. It was the first class of the day, and guess who we had it with? Slytherin. Joyful times.
"Good morning class!" Professor Slughorn bellowed good-naturedly. As soon as everyone headed towards seats, he held up a hand to stop us. "No no, no sitting down yet. No. Everyone! You must line up at the back of the class!" Some people started conversing in excited whispers, but most people just dragged themselves to the back of the room, groaning. Professor Slughorn usually did this when announcing grades. Don't ask why. Anyway, I went to the back of the room and slipped in next to Al.
"Out of my way Weasel." Malfoy hissed at me. For some reason, Malfoy always had to be next to Al otherwise, well, otherwise he just wouldn't be anywhere else. I just snorted in his annoyingly pale face. Prat.
"Fat chance Ferretson." Ferretson was a name I had come up with for Scorpius after I had heard of the story concerning his father. The one where Barty Crouch junior (disguised as Mad-eye Moody) turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret.
"Scorp, please just stand to my other side. She was there first.." Al said, sensing an oncoming argument. But anyone could of sensed the oncoming argument, it was kind of given away by the low growling sound coming from Malfoy's throat.
"Fine." He said. And stomped off.
"Quiet everyone! Quiet now." Professor Slughorn shouted over the noise. The voices gradually died down."As you all know, Professor McGonagall is very big on house unity." There was a collective groan. It was obviously another one of her 'experiments' to get houses being nicer to eachother. "Anyway, in all your lessons, you will be paired up with someone from the other house in your lesson. And generally, it will also be with the opposite gender!" He finished joyfully. Professor McGonagall had really gone of her rocker now.
"Let's just hope we are together Rosie!" Al whispered in my ear. "All though... I wouldn't mind Alice or Dom I guess." I nodded. Just as long as-
"Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy." My jaw dropped and I stood there, gaping at Slughorn. WHAT?!I mean like, there could not possibly a worse pair. We wouldn't work! We would be too distracted with annoying eachother.
To my left, someone cleared their throat.
"Umm.. Rose?" Alice asked, leaning over and closing my jaw. I shook my head to clear it.
"Right, right." I agreed, and walked over to where Malfoy was sitting with a bored expression on his face.
Dropping my bag onto the floor, I plonked down into a seat.
"Have fun Rosie!" Dom called over Slughorn's name-calling. I groaned, banging my hhead on the table.
"Dominique Weasley and Tyler Zambini." Called Professor Slughorn. I watched Dom's eyes widen in shock and cackled at her.
"Have fun Dommy!" I said to her as she passed. She stuck her tongue out at me.
"Albus Potter and Alice Longbottom."
"Yes!" They said together, then laughed and high-fived.
"Right class! Today we will be doing a simple sleeping draught. Now, I know you did this in first year, but today isn't about the potions, it's about teamwork." I groaned again. Teamwork? With... that.
"Chop chop Weasel." Malfoy said, I looked around to see him swinging on his chair and flicking his wand at the ceiling, where black burn marks were appearing.
"Shut it Ferretson. You're meant to help too." I scolded. He sighed and leaned forward so his chair was upright.
"But you're the one who likes work." He argued; I just threw some beetle eyes at him.
"Chop chop Ferretson." I commanded, mimicking his voice. Then I set to work on the other ingredients.
50 minutes later, me and Malfoy were sitting infront of a perfectly brewed cauldron of sleeping draught.
"Bravo bravo! Look here everyone. Rose and Malfoy have done it! Bravo!" Boomed Slughorn. It really wasn't that hard, but as I looked around I saw that most people had been spending the lesson arguing. The ingredients laying forgotten. The only other pair who was even close was Al and Alice.
"You just earned a place in the 'Slug Club' m'boy." Slughorn continued, patting Malfoy on the back. "No doubt, Rose can tell you all about it! Being a member already herself!" I leant down to get something out of my bag to hide the face I pulled.
"Yeah... no doubt." Malfoy muttered moodily once Slughorn had bounced off.
"Clear up class! Lesson is over. Hurry along to your next lesson please!" We heard him say. And me and Malfoy immediately snatched up our bags and left.
Ten minutes later, I found myself in charms with the Hufflepuffs.
Professor Charmson was calling out names, but I wasn't as nervous this time because I had hardly ever hard of a mean Hufflepuff. Plus... my crush may or may not of been in that class.
Dean Finnegan. Yeah, you guessed it. Uncle Seamus's son.
Ok, so he wasn't my uncle. But neither was Neville. And Luna wasn't my aunt. Deal with it.
Anyway, me and Dean had grown up spending holidays and christmasses together. So we knew eachother really well. It wasn't like a I-just-met-this-guy-now-I-like-him crush.
Plus, I knew my family would approve. Which was always a plus when you had endless cousins and uncle and one really protective dad who could kill a boyfriend of mine and still not suprise anyone.
Yup, that protective.
I mean. I was still Rose Weasley. I wasn't one of those girls who is completely in love at 12. It was just a small crush.
School still came first.
"Rose Weasley and Dean Finnegan."
I was obviously happy about that. But like I said, any Hufflepuff would of been fine. Heheh.
Anyways, I tried to act cool as I walked over to the desk.
"Hey Rose." Dean said as he dropped into the seat next to me.
"Hey Dean." I answered happily. Taking out my text book and quill.
Dominique sauntered past, she was deep in conversation with Tommy Lance. And she had on her veela-charm. Which consisted of a lot of hair-flicking, eyelid-batting and giggling. I laughed at her.
Alice was put with Max leaf. I could see them talking at a desk in the corner.
"Right class, we will be doing the aguamenti charm today. It makes a a stream of water flow out of your wand. Into these bowls please." He flicked his wand and glass bowls started giving themselves out. I was rather excited about this charm. It sounded useful.
After a few demonstrations we set to work practising ourselves.
"Aguamenti" I muttered, some brown liquid oozed out of my wand. I wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't water, so I tried again.
"Aguamenti" I said again, this time I put more of a flick on my wand movement. This time, the liquid was green, but atleast it was thinner and flowed more like water.
It took me four more tries to master the spell, but eventually a steady stream of clean water flowed from my wand and into the bowl.
"Well done Ms Weasley! Now could you please help Mr Finnega-" the end of Professor Charmson's sentence was cut off by a big bang from beside me.
"S-sorry professor." Dean squeaked. Seemingly, Dean had inherited his fathers talent of blowing things up.
"Thats's ok Dean, ummm, get Rose to help you. Ok?" Charmson replied before walking off to help Alice.
"Err, how do you do it Rose?" Dean asked me, but I didn't answer straight away. I was too busy clutching my sides with laughing.
When I eventually looked up, Dean had a sheepish grin in his face. Wiping a tear from my eye, I demonstrated for him.
"Less of a flourish at the end. It's more of a flick. Yes?" I explained, and he nodded. He had his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Aguamenti." he said, waving his wand. And a faltery stream of water spluttered out. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.
"Yay!" I said, and clapped him, he grinned again. But this was a triumphant grin.
"Yes, bravo Mr Finnegan!" Charmson exclaimed, just as the bell went. Everyone cheered and there was a scuffle as they packed up. Next thing, we had all left the classroom far behind.
We all rushed outside, with the expectation of spending our break in the frosty, yet slightly sunny November weather. But that was obviously not the case. The grounds were already covered in a thick, white carpet of snow, and it was still falling.
"Snowball fight!" Someone shouted, probably Fred or James, and all hell broke loose.
I teamed up with Lily. As usual. She might be one year younger than me, but that girl can throw.
I sent tons of snowballs. And got tons sent at me. Which is why, by the time lessons were to resume, everyone was soaking wet and shivering, but happy. Suddenly, something broke the blissful, joking atmosphere. Who was it? Argus Filch (who must of been about 102. God, when will he die?) and Mrs Norris the third.
"STUDENTS IN THE CORRIDORS. STUDENTS TRAILING MUD AND SNOW ON MY LOVELY CLEAN FLOORS. I'LL HAVE YOU ALL IN DETENTION FOR THIS. YOU MARK MY WORDS." He screached, and everyone immediately broke into a run. I, with the rest of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw second years, ran for transfiguration.
"Wow, the whole class early. Now that's a first. I guess you couldn't wait to get to my lesson." Professor Hawkway said as we came in. But there was a small smile on her face and I was pretty sure she knew exactly why we had been running.
"Professor. Are we being paired up in this lesson too?" Asked Tristan Cavent. A Ravenclaw.
"Yes Tristan, but everyone take a seat for now. Whilst I call out the pairs." There was scraping as we all pulled chairs out, then the noise settled down. "Right, Alice Longbottom and Oliver Leaf." I laughed and winked at Alice. She had been paired with Oliver's twin in charms.
"Tristan Cavent and Jewel Hopkins. Rose Weasley and Lysander Scamander." Ohh yeah! Lysander and me were like, best buds. Heheh.
"Hey Rosie Posie!" Lysander said playfully as he sat next to me. He was one of the few people I let call me Rosie Posie. He was very lucky.
Dom was put with Lorcan, Lysander's twin. Who was also allowed to call me Rosie Posie. Then the lesson started.
"Right, today we will be turning books into hats. Like so." We all watched intently as she muttered the spell and the big transfiguration book infront of her morphed into a green bowler hat. "Now you try!" Hawkway said, and we begun.
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"Rose! Rose!" It had been a long day of lessons and I was heading back to the common room when someone calling my name stopped me in my tracks.
"What's up James?" I asked him, he bent over and clutched his knees. He was panting from the obvious running he had done to catch me up.
"Quidditch. Practise. You. Late." He spluttered.
"OH MERLIN!" I said. And we we ran down to the pitch. He summoned my broom and robes with his wand.
"What happened Rose? You're never late!" Exclaimed Antony Michaels as I reached the training rooms.
"Sorry... Long. Day." I wheezed. Clutching the stitch in my side.
"Ok. Well let's get going shall we!" He said and we headed out onto the pitch.I was keeper for the Gryffindor team; Roxanne and Fred were beaters; James was seeker; Antony, Mark Bell and Jasmine Patil were chasers. It wasn't a completely Potter-Weasley team yet. But when Lily, Hugo and Louis came up from first year, people were convinced it could be.
I played well. Hardly let any quaffles in the hoops. I dived and twirled and flipped and swung and it was so fun! I love quidditch.
And the blissful feeling that overcame me as I fell into bed was a plus too.
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A few weeks later, it was time for the first game if the year. Gryffindor vs Slytherin.
I was rudely awoken by someone bursting into my dorm at 5:00am and pulling my covers of the bed. Luckily I had my Pj's on. If I hadn't.. that would of been awkward.
"Up Sleeping beauty!" Antony said, throwing my quidditcy robes at me.
"What the canarie creams! Antony! How did you get up the stairs?" I asked, blinking at him."Oh that? That's childsplay. They really should make that system better. But in the meantime, up! Big day coming up!" He said, before disappearing through the door.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed; pulled my robes on; picked up my broom; and dragged myself down to breakfast.
"Here you go Rose!" Antony shoved a plate full if bacon, egg, sausages and hashbrown towards me. "Eat up!" He said. Way too energetically for 5:15am.
"Hi Rose." Chorused the rest of the team groggily.
"Sup." I replied around a mouthfull of egg.
"Your robes are on back to front." Jasmine told me. I swallowed my food and looked down.
"So they are." I stated uninterestedly. I would change them once I was awake enough to care.
"Right! Let's go. It's strategy time!" Antony said, jumping up. Groaning again, the team abandonded their half-finished breakfasts and trudged to the quidditch pitch.
As soon as we collapsed into the changing rooms, Antony began his speech.
"Right. So, James this is what you will do..." I tuned him out, instead turning my robes the right way round and the proceeding to fall asleep on Roxannes shoulder. Most of the team was asleep actually. But Antony was so immersed in his blueprint, it was unlikely he would notice.
"So, we all clear?!" Antony clapped his hands after what felt like about 12 hours. But the chatter coming from the stands was proof that we hadn't missed the game. I tried to act like I had been listening.
"Yes Tony! We get it!" We said together. The prospect of a match only seconds away seemed to revive the team from their sleepy state.
"Right then. Here we go!" And after collecting our brooms, we marched out onto the pitch to deafening cheers and boos. One side of the stands erupted into a sea of red and gold banners.
The Slytherin team were already in the middle of the pitch. Professor Wood was standing infront of the ball's box and grinned at us as we approached. He was head of Gryffindor house. Al was seeker on the Slytherin team. Malfoy was chaser. Tyler Zabini was keeper and the rest were people I didn't know.
"Right, shake hands please captains." Wood said. Antony shook hands with a rather burly looking sixth year Slytherin. "Alright, now lift off into the air please."
We kicked of. I grinned at Al and did the 'you dead' sign that consisted of me drawing a line across my throat with my finger. He just stuck his tongue out.
The snitch was released. And Wood got his hand on the latches for the bludgers.
"You may begin" he said and released the bludgers, throwing the quaffle up into the air at the same time and then hurrying of the pitch. I made my way to the posts and listened to Kyle Jordan commentate.
"And they're off. Patil with the ball. Passes to Bell. Bell tries to pass back to Patil but Malfoy intercepts! And he's speeding off with the quaffle. But he isn't getting past our Rose. Nothing gets past our Rose. Especially not the Sly- right ok ok professor. Well he's is speeding towards the post and.. Oh Weasley saves it! Ha, you owe me a galleon Bulstrode." I did a small loop the loop in victory as I caught the quaffle, then I sent it back to Antony who caught it easily and sped down the pitch.
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Two hours later, I was being carried of the pitch to chants of 'Weasley is our Queen!' Yep. You guessed it. We won!
That night, all hell broke loose in the Gryffindor common room. Most fourth years and above were drinking. Some second and third years were also trying to be cool and joining in. The party was mainly Gryffindor. With quite a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and only one Slytherin. That was Al.
I was quite bored. To be honest, this stuff wasn't really my cup of tea.
"Rose! Hey Rose!" I looked over to see Dean battling through the crowd to get to me.
"What's up?" I replied. Shouting over the racket.
"I was, umm, wondering if you wanted to get out of here. Go somewhere quieter?" I nodded. Eager to get away from the noise. He took my hand and lead me out.
We found ourselves on the second floor. Behind a portrait of Merlin, so Filch wouldn't find us.
"You played amazing out there today Rose." He complimented. I grinned at him.
"Thanks. I would say you too. But.. you didn't play." I replied, laughing a little.
"Look Rose. I want to ask you something." I looked at him. He seemed quite nervous. "Would you, like to- to he my girlfriend?"
What? That was unexpected. Not bad. Not bad in any way. But definitely unexpected.
"Rose?" He prompted.
Well. There were no big tests coming up. And homework was slowing down for Christmas. I did like him too. Like I mentioned, he was my crush. So, why not?
"Yeah. Yeah ok!" I nodded and he let out a massive breath of air.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to ask you that for." He said. And I hugged him. Properly happy.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted you to ask me that for." I replied.