AN: Hello again my lovelies. I will usually be more sporadic at updates I'm afraid, but here's the second chapter!
Chapter 2
As the day wore on, eventually the snack trolley came around. Of course, Albus bought a handful of each snack, and piled them on the seats. My favorite, Chocolate Frogs, were depleting the quickest and I was determined to eat at least one. I managed to eat two, but the other eight was quickly eaten by the boys. Huffing, I opened a pack of Cauldron Cake and started nibbling it carefully, as to not spill it on Hogwarts, a History. I continued reading, but eventually my full stomach and the drone of the boys' Quidditch talk, I drifted off to sleep.
"Rose! Wake up!" I blearily opened my eyes and saw Albus shaking my shoulders.
I sat up and stretched my arms. Shaking off my sleepiness and packed my knapsack and found that I was missingmy copy of Hogwarts, a History.
"Hey, Al!" I shouted and he turned around. "Where's Hogwarts, a History?"
He shrugged. "I dunno." He went back to pulling his robe over him.
I frowned, straightened my skirt and looked under the seats. I couldn't find it anywhere and I started to panic. It wasn't just a book, it was my journal and my soul and I had gotten it from mother, the famous Hermione and it was one of the few originals left in the world. I turned the carriage upside down, but I still couldn't find it. Upset, I trudged outside mourning the loss of the book. I found Albus and I saw him talking to Scorpius.
"I can't find it." I whined to Al, ignoring Malfoy.
"Can't find what, Weasley? Your brain?",jeered Malfoy.
I ignored his jab. Al turned to me, concerned. "You alright?"
"I lost my favourite book and it's cold and I'm hungry, but other than that, yes, I'm doing excellent." I mutter sarcastically.
"Weasley, any more sarcasm and it would blow up your brain; sarcasm is too clever for you." Malfoy snickers.
"Shut up, Malfoy." I say halfheartedly.
Noticing my halfheartedness, Malfoy curiously quirked his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"
"Do you have ears?" I snap, "I just said that I lost my copy of Hogwarts, a History."
"How important could a book be?" Malfoy asked incredulously as if any book could be worth a thought.
My temper flared and I yelled, "A book is important for those that actually think, you pompous fer-," my words were cut short as Malfoy slaps him hands on my mouth.
"Just stop talking, Weasley, you'll lower the intelligence of the whole school. We can't have that." He smirks.
Angry, and my mouth stinging, I start licking his hand.
"That's not going to stop me, I have a very slobbery dog. In fact, you're reminding me of dear Daisy—," He drawls, but then I bite down hard on one of his fingers.
"OW!" Malfoy jumps back, cradling his finger. "Merlin, Weasley, that was completely unnecessary."
Smirking, I said, "Well, slapping your hand on my mouth was completely unnecessary too. Al, you tell him." I turned to Al.
Al sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes, "Guys, you are both acting like five, can't you two stop this? You two've only known each other for, like, - "
"Six hours? Yeah, I'm insulting him because I don't know him at all." I interrupted.
"Exactly! Six hours, Rosie! That's barely enough for anyone to know someone else and you spent half the time sleeping and most of the time awake reading. So Rosie, you do barely know him." Al said factually.
I opened and closed my mouth like a blubber fish looking stupid and Malfoy couldn't pass up the chance to snigger about it.
"Shut it, you." I snapped.
"Yes ma'am," Malfoy drawled.
I huffed and started my way to a tall looming figure near the third train car, ignoring the pang of sadness of my lost book.
"Blimey, it's like Hagrid's getting taller each year." Al mused at the sight of Hagrid and his was helping fellow first-years into the boats.
"Also, what kind of name's Daisy for a dog? Did you name her? I didn't know you were a girl, Malfoy," I scoff.
Malfoy's cheeks flush, "I was a kid."
That makes me burst out in laughter, "You actually named the dog? Mate, I was joking!"
Malfoy scowls, "We're not talking about this anymore." He crosses him arms.
Al puts him arms around us. "Ah well, Scorp has a dog called Daisy, Rosie has a cat named Missy, who hates her guts, and I have an owl called Willy who always tries to eat my hair." He grins. "I think we're all even. What do you say, Scorp, Rosie and Al, the new trio, eh? Except, this time is the weird pet convention edition."
"Don't call me Scorp," Malfoy mutter.
At the same time I frown, "Don't call me Rosie."
Me and Malfoy stare at each other at the timing.
"Look! The telepathy's kicking in. And I'm not Al, but those names are inevitable. We shall all be best best friends." He smirks at us.
"Well, if I'm friends with you, I guess I can get the dark past of dear Rosie," Malfoy snicker.
"Hmm, well if I'm close to you, I guess I can see your face every time I beat you at Quidditch." I stick my tongue out at him.
"Yes yes we get it. We'll all be fabulous friends, with no arguments at all. Let's go, I'm hungry." Al says.
"Naturally," I murmur.