AN: It has been so long you guys! I'm so sorry that I haven't posted since last year. I've just been very busy with school and other stuff that I just didn't have time to sit down and write. Although I probably won't continue my other story, The Elementalists, I will most likely continue this one as I have a clearer idea of how this one will go. I'll try my best not to let my skills get too rusty and try not to have such a long hiatus again. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

First Year: The Sorting, Part 2

"Potter, Albus."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Albus walked down with a bright smile on his face. People scooted over for him, but he instead walked right up to Scorpius and said,

"Can I sit here?"

"Don't associate yourself with the Weasleys." his father said.

"I won't Father. Promise."

"Sure."

Even more whispers were exchanged as Albus sat down and awaited his cousin's name.

"Weasley, Rose."

Scorpius's head, which was hung low to avoid the venomous stares, shot up and watched intensely. It was the longest 6 seconds of his life. He had no hopes of "getting the girl," but he at least wanted a chance to become her friend.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Rose, being a Weasley, was greeted by the Gryffindors with open arms. She was practically carried away by the large crowd that rushed towards her like she was the last butterbeer on earth. She finally ended up right in front of Scorpius and Albus.

"Congratulations Rose! You were concerned for nothing," said Albus, grinning from ear to ear.

"Thanks Albus," she said, equally as happy.

She turned towards Scorpius, who was fidgeting and shaking like a lost puppy. Her presence was slightly intimidating, since one wrong word could send all of the Gryffindors against you. It was intimidating to start with as Scorpius was head over heels in love with her.

"Congratulations on becoming a Gryffindor, Scorpius! It seems that you didn't get the warmest welcome, so to make up for that, Albus and I will stick to you like glue! Promise!"

Scorpius was ecstatic. He has never been accepted, let alone by a Weasley and a Potter. His father wouldn't be as happy about it, but then again, in Hogwarts, he couldn't control Scorpius like he had before.

"What do you say? How about joining the Potter/Weasley gang?"

He answered with a relieved sigh.

"I'd be delighted to."

After the mandatory explanations of how the dormitories work and the general happenings in Hogwarts, it was time for Scorpius and all the other new Gryffindors to head to bed.

As Scorpius was getting ready, he inspected the many seeds and roses that he had brought with him. While doing so, he, of course, thought about the person that shared the same name as the flowers. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to give a rose to Rose, as cheesy as it sounds. Scorpius was not a romantic, but his father was believe it or not. Draco Malfoy always left his wife a cup of tea in the morning and a little present right next to it. The present would always be earrings, his mother loved jewelry, or a little note that simply said "I love you." Taking that idea, he decided on the perfect gift, made just for Rose Weasley.

He headed up to the owlery and took one of the school owls instead of his own, which his owl was definitely not happy about, pecking him on the head five times before calming down slightly. In his hand were a small piece of parchment paper, a quill and an ink pot, and a single rose. Specifically, an orange* one. He wrote on the paper, gave that and the rose to the owl, told it where to go, and watched it fly away. With a triumphant grin, he headed back to the dormitory, satisfied with what he had done.

Rose Weasley, coincidentally, was looking out the window. She enjoyed the beautiful stars that lit the sky and knew most of the constellations. She was startled by the loud peck that sounded right by her ear.

She let the owl in and accepted the gifts that were in its talons. The owl flew away as she unraveled the rolled up note and sniffed the beautiful rose. The note said:

It was a pleasure meeting you today. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I hope you like the rose. It was grown all by myself.

Sweet dreams to you always,

S.

AN: *Orange roses generally mean that you want to get to know the person who is receiving the rose better, or that you desire them. They're first years, so it obviously means the first meaning.

Anywho, thank you for reading! Hoped you enjoyed despite the long hiatus. Leave a review telling me what you thought and again, I'll try not to have such a long break again. Thanks again!