Hello reader! Glad you clicked on this story, for the ghost-writer plot I took inspiration from the series Bojack Horseman, but other than that this story is going to be very different from the show.

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything.

Scorpius and Rose had never been particularly close.

During Hogwarts the only thing they had in common was the fact they both had famous last names. His initially worked to his disadvantage, but he managed to pick up his reputation by making captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, and thanks to his good looks that made it difficult for him to be excluded or disliked.

Rose wouldn't say that she hated him, but she surely did not like him. He had this arrogant way of presenting himself that she despised, as if you had to prove yourself worthy of his attention.

Though she would have considered him as more or less popular, he had few friends. There was Celeste from Hufflepuff, a petite but full of energy blonde, that was the life of every party at Hogwarts, though at the end of the night you would often find her drunk crying on the shoulder of one of her closest friend: Adrian. Adrian too was a Hufflepuff and probably the nicest person to ever step foot in Hogwarts, and also if you ever wanted to get baked, he was the person to go to. The last, but not least, member of Scorpius' close group of friends was Julian. Like Scorpius, he had been sorted in Slytherin, and the pair had been practically inseparable since childhood.

Adrian and Rose had shared a couple of classes and would have the occasional small talk at parties and a couple of times Rose had shared a drunken dance with Celeste, but they weren't friends, they hardly knew each other, and they didn't keep in touch after Hogwarts.

Rose thought that that chapter of her life had ended. That she would hardly ever see them and least of all, Scorpius, again. But boy was she wrong.

"I'm sorry what?" Rose asked.

"Don't look at me like that Rose, this is a fantastic opportunity!" Zoe insisted and seemed to genuinely believe it; that of course made it ten times more difficult for Rose to say anything too harsh. People weren't wrong to warn her that having a friend as an agent wasn't the best idea.

"I'm already struggling to be taken seriously in this business, at the very least I want to write something that actually belongs to me." She objected.

"Rose, I love your passion, I really do, but you haven't written anything for over a year. Plus, you're only twenty-five, you have plenty of time ahead of you to write your Pulitzer winning novel. Trust me, you need this, we both need this."

Zoe was leaning on her chair, studying Rose's reaction to see if her speech had been convincing enough or if she would have to unleash the "you are too broke to refuse this" card.

Rose sighed. Zoe sure knew what to say.

"Fine, I'll do it."

She squealed. "You will not regret this!" She exclaimed as she got out of her seat to hug Rose.

Rose mumbled an unconvinced "Sure."

Rose still remembered the day she met Scorpius.

Ron had pointed him out on the platform, involuntarily spiking Rose's attention. So, in the first class they shared, she hatched the plan to not sit next to Amelia, one of her closest friends, but to instead take a seat next to him, in an attempt to get a conversation going.

So, Rose gathered up her courage and made her way towards him. She hadn't even opened her mouth to ask him if the seat was taken that he readily remarked "My friend is sitting here."

It wasn't the words themselves that hurt her feelings, but the way he said it. As if Rose were a fool to think that he would prefer sitting next to her than his friend. He didn't even spare her a second glance.

Thinking back at it she realised it was a stupid and insignificant phrase, but never less eleven-year-old Rose was left with a feeling of rejection.

"There are so many things to organise!" Zoe exclaimed, interrupting Rose's flashback, "first things first, you must know that being a ghostwriter isn't as trivial as it may seem."

"Scorpius has made quite a name for himself in the acting community, but he is bland. Magazines and blogs often write him off as this stereotypical mysterious bad boy, but what I think you should do is give him a bit of a softer edge, make the audience connect with him more." She continued.

"They are still talking about Scorpius Malfoy, right? The guy that has as much depth as a children's swimming pool?" Rose commented.

"Oh ha-ha Rose, very funny. Didn't your mother ever teach you never to judge a book by its cover? And even if he is as shallow as you say, I'm sure a writer of your calibre can pull off exaggerating a quality or two."

"Or three or four." Rose added.

"Sure," Zoe said rolling her eyes. "but, as I was saying, this will take some effort. Scorpius' manager wants one-on-one interviews and you will be following Scorpius to certain events to really get a feel of his character. I'm guessing they can organize the first interview this week." She paused. "I know this isn't the big break you've always wanted, but it just might be a step in the right direction, so I beg you, do not blow this."

"I'll try my best." Rose promised, swallowing what was left of her pride.

Rose entered her flat and let the door close behind her. On the table, Lily had left a note saying she would come home late so there was no need to wait for her for dinner. They had been living together for about seven months, and except for the occasional argument, they got along quite nicely. Since Lily had gotten together with her girlfriend Mei, they sort of cut down on the parties, which to be completely honest, Rose didn't really mind. She felt like she needed time to recharge, especially in moments of personal crisis, much like this one.

Her conversation with Zoe kept replaying in her mind.

Was she selling out?

She'd always known that she wanted to be a successful writer since Hermione had bought Rose her first notebook. However, writing a book about someone she didn't really like and not even having her name put on it, felt sort of… unethical, as if she were betraying herself.

Suddenly the spacious living room felt constricting, and her favourite position, on the brown couch next to the window overlooking the busy streets of London, became uncomfortable.

Then again, it's not like she had much choice. Zoe was right: Rose needed this, she needed the money and she needed to get out of her writer's block. Besides, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Hope you enjoyed! Leave me a review to tell me what you think and if you can check out Bojack Horseman!

P.S. constructive criticism is always appreciated.