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Again, not mine. J.K Rowlings with a twist.

The first years were led to the common rooms by the Prefects. The Gryffindor Prefect happened to be Percy Weasley, Ron's older brother. He led them through moving staircases and tapestries, through stone passageways and hidden corridors. Finally they made it to the seventh floor corridor and approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, and Percy announced the Password.

"Caput Draconis."

The portrait swung forward and a round hole was revealed. The children climbed through it rather haphazardly, ending in a rather red room.

The first years gasped with pleasure. It was wonderful! Not the most elegant thing ever, but it was so incredibly homey. Red squishy arm chair clusters were littered just EVERYWHERE and a blazing fire warmed to room and lit it with a relaxing glow. Tables supplied with other comfortable chairs were lining the wall, a prefect place to study. There was a little lounge area in front of the fire, including a rather gigantic cough and 4 very comfortable looking armchairs. A low table stood in the middle of the lounge.

Rose grinned. So this was the root of all the marauders shenanigans, eh? Well, she could definitely put this space to use as well.

She followed the girls to the dorm as she had zoned out while Percy was talking, and they all chose their beds.

"Can I have the one next to the window?" Rose asked tentatively. She didn't know any of these girls. She longed for Pansy, but she was probably in the same situation down in the dungeons.

"Sure!" the other girls chirped. There were in fact 3 beds by a window, so Rose, the girl who knew about the ceiling in the Great Hall whose name was Hermione and another named Lavender all had the spectacular view from their beds. Consequently, Rose was in-between Hermione and Lavender, as the windows were pretty much in a row.

"Ok, I say we have a little game of Truth or Dare to learn about each other!" Lavender suggested.

"Excuse me, but what will Truth or Dare teach us?" Hermione asked.

"Well, the truths will teach us about each other, and we can keep them mellow for now, things like favorite color, family, classes, activities, and the like, and the dares will let us learn each others boundaries! And of course just have fun!" Lavender giggled. Hermione didn't look fully convinced, but Parvati was absolutely giggling at the idea. Rose, honestly, was kind of reluctant but went along.

"So Hermione!" Parvati started. Hermione visibly winced but the two exicted girls payed no mind. Rose, on the other hand felt rather bad for her. "What classes are you looking forward to most?"

Innocent enough. Rose saw Hermione visibly relax, and she even smiled a bit.

"All of them! Absolutely all of them! I don't know how to choose!" she gushed. Lavender and Parvati looked at her like she was absolutely insane but shrugged it off. It was no Hermione's turn and she turned to face Rose.

Rose braced herself for what was coming.

"What about you Rose? Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," was the hasty reply.

"Ok, what classes are YOU looking forward too?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Is Quidditch a class?" Rose asked as a joke. Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Fine, then Potions and Transfiguration." Hermione nodded.

"I can't wait until transfiguration either! It's our first class tomorrow too! Oh I am so excited!" Hermione clapped. Rose rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway. Hermione seemed really nice. Bookish and had a bossy tone sometimes, but a sweetheart nevertheless.

"Lavender!" Rose exclaimed. Said girl screeched and started bouncing.

"TRUTH!"

"Alrigthy then. Um. Have you ever kissed a boy on the lips?"

Lavender giggled and nodded.

"His name was Eric. He was a really cute muggle boy in my town. Unfortunately it was never meant to be," she sighed dramatically. "He moved to America this summer."

Parvati sighed longingly. "What a romance!"

Hermione and Rose exchanged glances, both with an eyebrow quirked. Oh yes. They would get along just fine.

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About half an hour into the game, they started taking out some candy they all had left over from the train. Chocolate frogs were hopping before being eaten, Every Flavored Beans were being tasted on dares and Blowing Gum was being chewed in excessive amounts. Yes, the sugar level was quite high.

"Hey, Rose!" Lavender giggled. Rose looked up from her licorice wand that she was steadily inhaling. "I dare you to sneak into the boys dormitory!"

"NO WAY! She could get into serious trouble for that! And classes haven't even started!" Hermione protested.

"Nobody will find out!" Parvati insisted. Rose just smirked. She lived for this kind of thing.

"Anybody got cheese spray?"

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The surprising thing was, Lavender actually did. No questions were asked. Everyone thought it was just better that way.

They watched from below, as she snuck into the boys dorm with the can. She was starting to wonder how she would get up. They had wards she knew. The stairs turned into a slide or something like that. She spotted a little bar at the top of the staircase, probably to do chin-ups or something. She would have to find out which boy was the exercise freak. And thank them of course.

She grinned evilly, ran back up to her own dorm, and grabbed a rope from the kit Sirius had sent with her. She levitated it until it looped around the bar and the two ends were back with her. She tied them together and handed it to the three gaping girls.

"Ok, put this rope around all three of your wastes, and make sure it's always at least three feet off the ground," she instructed. The girls nodded dumbly.

Satisfied, Rose straddled the rope and was pleased her feet didn't touch the ground. Gripping tightly she swung around so that she was upside down and could pull her self up the rope without fall off.

Slowly she inched her way up, the can of cheese clutched in her mouth. After a few scares of almost falling, she made it to the top. She sprayed each pair of shoes on the inside, not with too much, just a little dollop, but enough to get thoroughly annoying after a while.

Each set of drapes had cheese lining the edges, so that when they pulled them back cheese would cover their hands.

And last, but not least, she left a special treat for Neville. She sprayed 'With Love, from Rose' right on the window.

And she prayed no teacher walked in the next morning. She wasn't worried about the boys telling. Neville would explain things. And who knows, maybe they would find it amusing.

She stepped on the staircase, not exactly anticipating what would happen next. They turned into a slide, and she slid down clumsily. She knew of course what happened if one tried to go up. She hadn't really expected the same thing going DOWN.

With a groan Rose stood back up, rubbing her back.

"Not even a cushioning charm? How cruel," she grumbled as she huffed back up to her own dorm. The girls followed, snickering.

Well, Hermione was sort of grumbling to herself about an impressive display of magic, but so many broken rules. Rose caught some of it and gave a small chuckle.

"Come on, Hermione! Loosen up. This is supposed to be fun. That what Hogwarts is really all about!"

"But the rules! We just broke about four. No girls in the boys dorms, no being out of bed after curfew, no vandalizing school property and no vandalizing someone else's property! It's terrible!" she shrieked.

"Aw, Hermione. It's not so bad because we won't get caught. And if we do, I take the blame. I did it. I'll just say you were asleep. No harm done." Rose gave Hermione a cheeky grin and hopped back in bed.

"Let's get some shut-eye. We need it for tomorrow. First day of classes you know!" Lavender announced. The girls mumbled a half formed agreement and followed Rose's exampled of getting back into their beds.

Rose heard the soft breathing from either side of her bed. She herself couldn't seem to make the journey to the land of dreams as her mind kept wandering back to her new roommates. Lavender and Parvati seemed nice enough, but Rose was never the girly type. They seemed a bit much. Hermione seemed quite nice herself, but she was such a stiff rule follower. A real friendship would never work. But who knows Unlikelier things have happened, after all, in a world full of magic.

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The day started with double Transfiguration. Originally this had pleased Rose, considering it was bound to be one of her favorite subjects. The text-books were funny, she could floo her dad for help and honestly, it was fun.

The best part was she had this class with the Slytherins. So Rose pranced into the classroom before breakfast was even over, startling Professor McGonagall.

"Hello, Ms. Potter. Is something the matter?" she asked, concern coloring her tone.

"Not at all, Professor, but thank you," Rose smiled kindly.

Silence stretched out with Rose gaily swinging her legs.

"Was there something you needed, Ms. Potter?" McGonagall tried again. She could simply not figure out why a student was early to her class.

"Nope!" Rose replied, popping the p. She was the picture of childlike innocence.

"Then with all due respect, what are you doing here?"

"I just like this class. Don't want to be late!" Rose grinned.

"How do you know you like it yet, class hasn't even started yet," McGonagall was set on figuring out an ulterior motive. Students always had one.

"My father taught me some before school started. And I read the text book. Apparently I'm quite good at it!"

Rose couldn't help but beam at her Head of House. McGonagall kept her eyes locked on the girls face, searching for some sign of lies.

"Very well, if that is all you may stay." With that she turned back to her papers and started grading the summer papers her NEWT students had dropped off the prior evening.

Rose was starting to get impatient. She had somehow hoped that Pansy would get there early too. But apparently she was wro-

"Rosie!" Pansy sang. She walked over to the desk that the young Gryffindor was sitting at and took her seat next her.

"Pans!" Rose cried in joy. She flung her arms around her best friend and the favor was returned. "Oh how I MISSED you! And to think you were merely nine floors below me. It was torture I tell you!"

Rose dramatically clutched her heart. Pansy laughed but played along.

"Ah, no my sweet Rose. It was I who was tortured beyond belief! Only nine flights of stairs, and I could have been in your precious company once more! Alas, it was not meant to be!" Pansy could hardly keep her straight face and soon the two girls were laughing like they had on the train. McGonagall had watched the whole exchange with a stern glance, but if you looked close enough, you could just make out a smile.

So this was what the hat had meant. A few may give example.

The smile broadened almost imperceptibly when Neville and Ron strolled into the room. Neville looked like he was about to say something, but saw the warning glance shot towards the teacher and decided on something else.

"Pansy! I was wondering if you had decided to ditch us in favor of your Slytherin buddies!" he yelled as he crossed the room, a broad grin on his face.

"Neville, if I ever do that you have my express permission to hit me with a fish," Pansy told him sincerely.

"Quick, get her to ditch us!" Ron whispered to Rose. She smiled and slapped him playfully and Pansy rolled her eyes.

"So Ron. Got cheese?" Rose asked.

"Why would he have cheese? Ron, why would you have cheese?" Pansy asked. She felt very out of the loop. She glared at Rose. "You and Neville didn't."

"Nope! Only I did. Couldn't resist. It was so easy, and I got him pretty good too!" Rose giggled. "I'll explain later." Pansy nodded. If Rose did it alone it was ok. Then it was a single effort. Not a group effort.

Pansy was ALWAYS part of the group effort.

Always.

….Always.

"Yes, anyway," Neville said, his ears bright red, "how was your first night Pans? The snakes give you a hard time?"

"Not at all," she smiled. "They were quite pleasant except for that little turd, Draco Mal-,"

"What is the school playing at? Transfiguration for Ickle Firsties? Was that someone's idea of a joke? What an insult! I bet I already know all of this. With a name like that, who could possibly take this book seriously?"

"Draco Malfoy," Pansy finished, with a dramatic roll of the eye. Rose stood in anger, with Pansy and Neville right behind her.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" she asked sweetly.

"Who are you? I'm not going to repeat myself to an inferior," the blonde boy sneered.

"Well, I'm Rose Potter. The daughter of the man who wrote the 'insult'."

"Should have known. Gryffindor. No one else is stupid enough to think this is funny. Or worse, helpful. Parkinson, what are you doing hanging out with Gryffindorks like this?" the sneer was still present in Draco's annoying voice, and Rose was getting sick of it.

"Please," she snorted. "I'd choose them over the likes of you any day."

"That was a mistake Parkinson!" Draco raged as he jumped out of his chair.

"No…I don't think it was," she replied indifferently.

"Malfoy, you better watch it. Don't mess with my girls," Neville warned.

"And who are you? Their stupid bodyguard? Or maybe their boyfriend? One wasn't good enough so you needed both?" Draco laughed.

"No, in fact they are my best friends, and I am Neville Longbottom. The guy who will be kicking your ass if you ever hurt one of them," he threatened.

"Ooh, scary," Draco smirked. "What a ridiculous excuse for wizards. Hogwarts is really going to the dogs."

"No, but you are!" Rose exclaimed. She whipped out her wand but before she could say anything, McGonagall interfered.

"And what is going on here?" she asked in a pinched tone.

"Malfoy here decided the books my father wrote weren't good enough for his small brain, so I decided to inform him differently," Rose calmly answered, tucking her wand away in her robe. The professor looked towards Malfoy who was now in his seat, sneering in the opposite direction.

"Mr. Malfoy, I assure you these books are of the highest quality with only the best information. If you prefer a different book, I'm sure I have one, but the information is not quite as accurate, and the explanations not quite as clever, concise or nearly as entertaining. Now if you please take you seats, class is about to begin."

She marched to her desk, and the children took that as their que to sit down. They hadn't even noticed the rest of the class filing in, but almost every seat was indeed taken, and Neville went back to his desk with Ron while Rose and Pansy stayed in their original seats.

Not the best start to the day, Rose decided, but now it can be redeemed. Class was starting and Rose enthusiastically pulled out her wand, a quill and some parchment.

Let the fun begin.

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The first class was incredibly easy, Rose had to say, as it was only turning match sticks into needles. Rose had it down in a heart beat and honestly sat around bored.

Much to her pleasure, though, Draco was struggling.

"Well, Malfoy. You can't seem to get it, can you? Oh what a pity. Why don't you read the chapter in the book," Rose suggested with a smug smirk leaning back in her seat.

"Because it would be waste of my time. That book is preposterous, and I refuse to believe for even a second it could help!" Draco's face was turning red, and the smug smile Rose wore turned to one of amusement.

"Malfoy, read it."

"No."

"READ IT!"

"NO!"

"Fine. But try this. Focus your mind on the needle, and your site only on the match stick. Look at the match stick, but see the needle. Focus, take a few deep breaths and have that engrained in your mind. Point your wand, and say the spell with feeling. Want to make it happen. This is about will power, and sheer magic," Rose explained.

Draco sneered. "I have more magic than you in my little finger."

"Then this shouldn't be a problem. Remember what it old you, swallow your damn pride, and try it," Rose commanded calmly.

Draco shot a nasty glare at the girl, but tried. Of course he made it look like he had his own brilliant idea, and that his future success was his own doing.

"See. I did it. I guess that technique works a little bit, mixed in with my own prowess of course. Where did you come up with that? I didn't think your brain was big enough to even form half those words," Draco scoffed. Rose gave a small, victorious smile.

"Chapter one, page eight. Get your head out of your butt and read."

Rose smiled smugly to herself and turned back to Pansy as they both patiently waited for the class to end.

*********RLP*********

The next class of the day was Charms. Rose was thrilled.

Draco on the other hand was smirking maliciously. As he again had class with the Gryffindors. And Rose Potter could not be good at everything. He was sure Charms was her weakness.

How wrong he was. She was making that feather fly like she did it every say and he could just sit and watch, infuriated and honestly just completely perplexed. It must have been those blasted parents of hers. He had heard that his mother was a protégé in Charms and for Merlins sake, her father had written the Transfiguration text book!

He was sure that the next class they had together she would be terrible in.

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Draco was beginning to think she was just naturally talented. She was amazing at Transfiguration and Charms, and could ride a broom like a pro. He was glad those were the only classes they had together, as he didn't think he could take any more disappointment.

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What a shame he wasn't there for her Herbology class. He would have been thrilled.

"Um…Rose?" Neville prodded his friend in the hopes that he would get her attention. Her head snapped up and she looked at him with a frazzled expression.

"Oh hello Neville. How are you? Doing well? Good, good. I'm just going to try and…do whatever I'm supposed to do with this-OH MY MERLIN, IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?"

Rose was fully panicking. Her plant was seemingly eating itself and little…green….boil type things were sprouting from the stem. Neville's eyes widened, and Rose saw.

So no. That was clearly not supposed to happen.

Neville tackled the plant and took the necessary steps in order to fix her project. After about fifteen minutes, he was somewhat successful, and Rose was somewhat angry.

Plants could go eat themselves and sprout boils in hell.

Yes Draco would have loved to see her fail so spectacularly, but really all he had to do was wait for potions the next day.

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"Rose, what did you do to Malfoy in Transfiguration?" Pansy asked. She was accusing her of anything, naturally. In fact, she looked rather pleased.

"I just proved to him that the book was completely accurate and chockfull of information he should be grateful for," Rose stated firmly.

"Well, he went around for the rest of the day looking like he ate a sock soaked in lemon juice," she giggled. "So thank you, my dear. I don't believe he'll be any less pompous, and I think you just made an enemy, but hey! No loss there!"

Rose rolled her eyes. Her friend could be so mean. But at the same time so right.

"So when are we planning our first prank?" Pansy asked, rubbing her hands together in impatience.

"Well, Pans, my dad is sending me a…care package tomorrow, SO we should wait until then to see what it has to plan it."

"By care package you mean he's sending you the things you couldn't sneak past your mum, don't you?" Pansy deadpanned.

"Indeed."

********RLP*******

The first prank of the year went swimmingly. They were of course, not caught, and Draco Malfoy was of course, covered in irremovable red and gold slime. It dripped down it robe for about three days before it disappeared.

Three days. And every single one it made Rose laugh.

The second wasn't too far after, with a red haired Draco (oh how he despised that hair color) marching through the halls.

Then the third, revealing a clown nosed Draco.

Then a fourth. Which is where Draco really blew up.

"Look, Potter. Parkinson. Longbottom. I know it's you three," he growled, slamming his hand down onto the table they were working at in the library. "You have turned my hair red, made my robe a red and gold slimeball, and given me a clown nose but now, you do ALL THREE AT THE SAME TIME? WHAT IS THIS? YOU CLEARLY DO NOT KNOW HOW TO RESPECT YOUR SUPERIORS!"

The originally blonde boy was raging, and he continued to rage for a solid ten minutes, not even pausing to notice he was not being listened to. The members of the trio were too busy clutching their sides and Pansy even took the liberty of falling out of her chair.

Yes. For ten minutes he yelled and screamed and accused and stomped his pampered little feet. And for ten minutes he was not taken seriously.

As the aristocrat stormed out of the library, fury blazing in his grey eyes, Ron and Hermione walked in.

They stopped and stared at the boy for about thirty seconds before placing themselves next to their new friends.

"That was all you, wasn't it?" Hermione huffed. Pansy nodded, a proud smirk on his face. "You guys know it's against the rules! How ghastly the consequences would be if a teacher found out it was you!" she whispered harshly. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Well, I think it was brilliant. Seriously whose side are you on? Loosen up! It's how you make friends."

Hermione sent a rather hurt glance towards the red-head and got up rather abruptly. That was the last they saw of the girl that day.

The group glanced awkwardly around, wondering what they should do.

"Maybe we should just give her some space?" Neville suggested.

"Yes…space. Good one, Neville. Let's give her some space."

And with that they all got to work on their mutual Potions essay, stating the twelve uses of dragons blood and explaining why they were so important.

Eventually though, they just started making a list of the twelve used of Dung Bombs. It really was just more amusing.

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