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Chapter 2 – Train Patrol…

Scorpius' POV:

Weasly stormed out of the compartment. I looked over at Al who looked relaxed with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed yet had a smirk plastered on his face. I look pointedly away giving off an air of I-don't-care.

"What am I going to do with you?" Al whispers so quietly that I thought I imagined it.

I ask, "Hmm, did you say something?" wanting to clarify what I thought I heard.

"Nothing," He said raising his hands into a defensive – or acting innocent – position in front of him.

"Ok," I answered still unsure but I don't feel up to arguing pointlessly.

After a few minutes I told Al I had to go to the prefect meeting; he mumble his reply which I knew was something along the lines of, "Yep, wouldn't want to lose the rep for never being late, work nut."

I muttered back, "Smart ass," only so Al could hear it before leaving.

When I opened the compartment door some of the other Prefects were there already. Cecilia Yeast and Jeremy Soot from Ravenclaw; Genevieve Telmareen from Hufflepuff; Rose Weasly from Gryffindor and Wendy Strait who was Head Girl – and from Ravenclaw.

Strait noticed me first and said in a very studious manner, "Hello Malfoy, if you'll take a seat we'll be stating once everyone appears to be here."

I nodded and took a seat closest to the door to ensure to only have one person beside me; also to be the farthest away from Weasly as possible if not we'd get into an argument right here.

I looked around broadly to catch Weasly looking at me but then she turned away again. She had grown quiet a lot over the holidays: her feminine curves had appeared and her use-to-be-fuzzy red hair, now had formed into fiery cascading ringlets. Her eyes were still their same ocean that could be calm but could also be raging waves. I could see it in her eyes every time we fought that I was the only person who could seem to trigger a storm in her eyes. This is a mystery to me yet this makes me want to find out why even more. It must be the Ravenclaw in me.

Once everyone had arrived – the rest of the Prefects, Diana Silverhood from Slytherin; Henry Fisher from Gryffindor; Cameron Gulsbree from Hufflepuff and Simon Docks – Head Boy. Strait piped up and stated, "Welcome back to Hogwarts. As prefects you will be rostered onto patrols, be in charge of looking out for the first years and will attend meetings that are held after which you will need to inform your house of updates that are made," She stopped to pick up a small pile – if you can even call it that – of paper.

Docks continued, "These are the rosters for the year if you have any questions please ask," He said energetically as Strait passed out the paper. I looked and I had patrol with….Weasly. They had paired Gryffindor with Slytherin and Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw. This was going to be a long year, I thought miserably.

"Any questions?" Docks asked. When it was met with silence Strait continued.

"Now your Prefect partner is the one who will be with you when you do any Prefect task and so…who would like to take the first shift on the train now?"

Gulsbree volunteered – who was partnered with Soot – and left first to patrol while the rest of us filed out and dispersed to wait for our turns to patrol.

Rose's POV:

After the Prefect meeting I hustled off to see my friends – and roommates – who were in a compartment thankfully far away from where Malfoy would be. I didn't need to exert energy in pointless squabbles that were regular between us. I entered the compartment and sat down next to Freya – I use her nickname Fie – as she and Mya – which is Jemima's nickname – knew it was me and hadn't stopped their conversation. They ended the discussion topic after a minute.

Fie asked, "Hey Rosie, how was the Prefect meeting?"

"Yeah do tell," Mya said sitting forward, "must have been quite the meeting to make you look like you would like better to drop dead." Mya had a one of those really sarcastic senses of humour.

I sigh and reply, "Well as a Prefect to promote different house friendships, Wendy Strait and Simon Docks decided to pair us up with a member from a different house…."

Fie not understanding yet what the big deal was asked, "So?"

"So, I got the worst possible partner for me…" I said showing my frustration.

Fie and Mya exchanged looks and nodded because they already knew the one person that that could be.

"Well who knows, maybe you can find out the secret to Mr Malfoy's popularity, besides being friends with Al," Fie said positively.

"That's if they survive the first patrol on the train and or somehow avoid killing each other," Mya joked.

"Hey Mimi that's mean, it makes me sound like I can't control my temper,"

Mya shivered with disgust for the nickname that this boy gave her when he followed her around Hogwarts the whole third year.

"Firstly, I have told you not to call me that it's just…" she made a gaging motion, "secondly…Sei-sei…sometimes your temper around Malfoy can get a little out of control," She admitted.

I almost gage at the nickname that Mya's stalker gave me. Mainly because he was stalking the both of us but Mya seemed to be more interesting than me so he had stopped after a while.

The three of us laughed reminiscing third year stories when the compartment do slide open. Malfoy stood with a that arrogant air that he always does and with a prodding, fake cheerful voice said, "Weasly, it's patrol time now."

I sighed again and told Fie and Mya that I would talk more later. Malfoy stood just outside the door leaning against the opposite window with his arms folded.

"Nice of you to finally come out," He said.

"Nice of you to knock before interrupting, fabulous manners Malfoy," I retort.

This is going to take a long time damn it, I thought. I start walking down past the compartments and Malfoy falls into step with me. It is at that moment that I realise, he was taller that he was at the end of forth year. I chastise myself for thinking about how handsome Malfoy looks. It was just such a noticeable change that it would be obvious to anyone who even barely knew what he looked like before, I thought try to make excuses for sort of staring.

Nothing exciting happened during the patrol just walking in mostly dead silence and the occasional check for banned items. Getting close to the end of patrol Malfoy said, "Weasly, did some bind your tongue into silence or is this a new trait? To be honest it would be quieter with at least one Weasly silent."

He was so irritating. I angrily replied, "Oh says the person who getting enjoyment out of others misfortunes and frustrations, you arrogant prick."

Just then I felt myself trip – because we were walking and I had held Malfoys gaze while expressing my anger – the sensation of falling was almost dizzying. However, it suddenly stopped, after a moment I realized that Malfoy had caught my arm before I could hit the floor – a seekers reflexes in action. When I started to try and shake out of his grasp he un-ceremonially dropped me…I was furious now…but, then the train had pull to a stop and people started to emerge. I quickly stood back up and by that time Malfoy was gone.

Scorpius POV:

The air of Great Hall was heavy with tension, as every minute the Sorting Hat delayed the verdict, the anticipation grew.

When finally the hat cried, "GRIFFINDOR!" The table of red and gold cheered to heartily welcome their newest member.

With all the first years sorted, the banquet finally started. It which afterwards, I – as a Prefect – would escort these anxious foals to their new-soon-to-be-second-home or home-away-from-home. Maybe this year I will beat Weasly in transfiguration, I thought determinedly allowing a smirk to spread across my face.

Rose's POV:

"This is the common room, where you can hang out with friends or do homework or all kinds of things," I explained giving the first year a tour of the common room.

Our group came to a stop at the stairs that lead to the dormitory rooms. Henry – fellow Gryffindor Prefect – stated, "The stairs on your left are to the boy's dormitories and on the right are the girl's and let's make it very clear that boys are not allowed in the girls dorms ok?" He finished with a reassuring smile. Everyone nodded indicating that they all understood.

"Also all of your luggage should already be up there," I added as a side note.

We dismissed them so that they could wonder a bit before the rest of the house come back.

"Hey, Rose," Henry started. Before I could start walking up the stairs to my room. I was exhausted and needed to be ready for the classes tomorrow.

"Yes?" I replied politely. We weren't friends as such but being in the same house as someone for a few years the least you can do is be friendly and supportive.

He suddenly seemed embarrassed – and his cheeks were tinged pink from embarrassment from something, I had no idea what though. He then said with a smile, "Goodnight was all I wanted to say."

I try to smile without showing my wryness and answered, "Goodnight to then." I went up to my own room that I shared with the rest of the fifth year girls. There was eight of us and there was harmony usually if you ignore Emily and Nora fighting: which just seemed like their way of communicating to be honest – if they aren't fighting then you then you know something serious has gone down. Aria and Amelia were "joined at the hip" metaphorically you could say, as they never – and I mean never – went anyway without each other very close by. We often split of into little groups Aria, Amelia and Emily; Nora and Beth – short for Elizabeth; me, Fie and Mya.

I flopped onto my bed and just before I gave into the sleepy pull the last thing I thought was, why hadn't he fought with me the whole patrol until right at the very end?