Rose looked out the window of the Hogwarts Express and sighed. Second year. Terrific. Someone knocked on the door and she turned. Kira.
"Hey."
Kira grinned and plunked herself down next to her friend. They had grown closer over the summer so Rose no longer felt uneasy around her.
"Hey back. He bother you yet?"
Rose threw her a long suffering look.
"Only since the beginning of the summer. Besides that there was the fact that he's been bothering me since last year and all that but besides that? Nope, nothing so far."
The way Rose could say this stuff without smiling made Kira bust her gut.
The compartment door openedto reveal the subject of the bother. KIra stopped laughing stood and slammed the door in his face before he could actually come in.
Kira had told me personally that she was going to try for seeker on the quidditch team. As soon as she got over her fear of heights.
Malfoy shoved the door open again. Rose was facing the window and Kira was glaring at him with such passionate hate he began to feel maybe a little uncomfortable.
"All the other compartments are full."
Kira scoffed,
"Im sure one of your friends can find you a seat."
"Actually they cant. They're all full. Like I said."
Kira glared at him then looked at Kira, then back at Malfoy,
"Only if Rose says okay."
They both looked at her. After a few moments Scorpius spoke,
"Weasley? Can I sit in here? My legs are getting a bit tired."
Rose looked at him, grabbed her bag, and pull out none other than a quill and parchement.
Malfoy,
This is a contract.
Just this once you will sit in this compartment and you will keep your hulking black hole of a mouth shut.
With my permission, Rose.
Now sign the line.
Malfoy grudgingly signed the little line, knowing it was magicked, and felt his lips stick together like glue had just been put on and dried. He glared at the two girls and sat down.
Albus came walking over and looked inside their compartment and sighed in relief,
"Finally, Mind if I come in?"
Rose looked up in surprise and Scorpius waited for her to send the Slytherin away, knowing her hate for Slytherins only too well.
"Come on in."
Scorpius stared at her as the scrawny guy sat down. It was so not fair.
She saw his look and smirked. She turned to the boy across from her,
"Albus, have you met Kira?"
Albus glanced at Malfoy curiously but knew better than to ask his quick tempered cousin about why her least favorite person to ever walk the earth was sitting in the same compartment.
"Uh, no, I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure." He held out his hand to the slightly pink Kira.
They talked the entire time. Poor Scorpius was still jinxed into silence when he was introduced to Albus. He grudgingly shook the hand of guy next to him and went back to sulking.
He watched out of the corner of his eye how they chatted and talked. They smiled, even Rose, and bought snacks (When Albus noticed Scorpius' suspicious muteness he passed him a chocolate frog secretly) and Scorpius decided to like Albus.
The train stopped after a while and they got off. In the carriage up to the castle that was to be their home for the next long while he opened his chocolate frog.
Inside was none other than Ron Weasley. He laughed soundlessly (the jinx was still I effect) and ate the frog. He put the card in his pocket and rode on in silence.
Rose found it all very funny that Malfoy had to be so quiet. He had hurt her last year, more than he knew. He had hit her right on a soft spot.
Rose looked at the thestrals. Oh yes. She had seen death. Looked it right in the face in fact.
She sighed. And everyone looked at her. She gave what seemed like a tight smile, not knowing that nothing showed.
"What?"
Albus shrugged and Kira just grinned. Malfoy stared.
The carriage reached its destination and came to a stop. All the students filtered into the school.
Malfoy began to speak.
"Hey Weasley! You can see thestrals?"
She, Kira and all the Potters and Weasleysall stopped in their tracks and stared at him.
Rose looked at him for some time before finaly choking out,
"None of your business you prat."
And turned and stormed off.
That night she got a letter,
Weasel,
I always knew you smelled weird, who would have guessed that it was because you were dead?
Scorpius
She stared dumbly at the letter in her hands and Kira gently took it from her hands. She read it before Rose took it back and wrote,
Minnie Mouse,
I understand that you are nothing more than an irresponsible prat incapable of anything even close to courtesy but this was low.
I expected better of you. And how would you know how I smell? You couldn't smell the back end of a cow much less yourself.
I don't understand what you have against me and I don't really care, but you should know: Those who speak death know it well.
"Weasel".
A few months later on one bright morning Malfoy wasn't at breakfast. Nor the next. James was given a detention. Rose found herself visiting the infirmary to see if Malfoy was there.
Yup. She saw him and turned on her heel and began to walk away,
"Ah! Miss Weasley! A little help please?"
Madam Pomfrey, a portly woman who was getting a little old was trying to balance a basket of clothes on her hip and unscrew a bottle with her other hand.
Rose came over, ignoring the boy who suddenly looked up from his bed to see the Weasley, and took the bottle from her.
"Oh thank you dear, could you give a cup of that to the boy every thirty minutes or so? You cousin seems to have jinxed him. Took me a moment to brew this up."
Rose paled a bit but nodded. She walked over to Malfoy and sat next to him.
She was highly amused to see boils and blisters all over his perfect face. She told herself to remind herself to tell James thanks.
She poured a cup of the vile green stuff and held it out to her enemy. He took it and looked at her curiously,
"You don't talk a whole bunch do you?"
She glanced at him and pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket,
Not to you.
He sighed,
"I get hexed and cursed and you still won't talk to me?"
Why would I talk to you because of that?
He glared at her,
"You're impossible."
She shrugged and put the bottle down. She stood and gathered her things and turned to leave.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
She shrugged and kept walking,
"I'm sorry."
She stopped. She turned around and stayed until Pomfrey came and dismissed her.
The next day she received another letter,
Weasley,
Thank you for yesterday. I realize I was out of line the other day. I would like to express my sincerest apologies.
Albus told me that a letter might fix things since I can't get you to talk.
I was wondering if instead of always hating each other if we might try something like friends?
Once again, I apologize for my behavior.
Malfoy
Rose stared at the letter, and wrote back,
Malfoy,
While I accept you apology and truce I do not accept your friendship. I'm sorry. Not really. By the way Albus is a fool.
You would do well to always listen to him.
Your acquaintance, Rose Weasley
Malfoy smiled at her from the other end of the table and she sent him a grim nod.
Rose sighed. Kira was on her like a tick on a dog for info.
"What?!"
Rose smiled just a little bit and told Kira everything.
At the end of the year they had exchanged a few more letters, all extremely formal and polite and nothing more.
Kira once again helped her compose her end-of-the-year letter,
Malfoy,
Thank you for the not-as-bad-as-it-could-have-been year. We didn't talk much but perhaps that is for the best.
Kira says that you getting advice from Al is cheating. I say that if you took the initiative to ask him for advice or to listen to it then I can take it.
Your acquaintance, Rose.
P.S. You can still be a git when you want to be.
P.P.S. Im still not sorry about the silencing charm.
Scorpius read the letter and smiled. She had finaly broke the silent deal of ever-polite letters. His father came over to him on the platform 9 ¾ ,
"What are you reading? Another love letter?"
Scorpius found himself blushing for some mysterious reason as his father said this yet also felt a rather Rose-like rage,
"What kind of love letters have you ever gotten Father? If this is your idea of a letter filled with love then no wonder she's always saying stuff about you."
Draco smiled,
"She?"
Scorpius sighed and handed his father the letter. His father scanned it quickly then looked at his son,
"Careful with her. You wouldn't want to lose something like that for nothing. You know I do believe that it was our third year that her mother slapped me."
Scorpius gaped at his father who was walking away. Next year was going to be interesting.
Weasley,
Thank you for the letter and the reminder that I am a git.
Do me a favor and tell Kira that whether I cheat or not is none of her bloody business (even though I might agree with her) and that I look forward to next year.
I hear third year is when everything begins
Scorpius