Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I have nothing interesting to say in this disclaimer. I just wanted to say that I had nothing to say by saying that I said that I have nothing to say. Yeah, I said it. Ps: Yeah, I came up with that Sorting Hat song by myself. Suck it! JK! JK! Rowling!

The train came to a stop, and to my disappointment, I couldn't just leave Malfoy asleep on the train because he woke up.

We had to guide everyone off of the train. The first years followed Hagrid and everyone else went to the Thestral carriages. The second years weren't used to being in a carriage that seemingly pulled itself, which amused me, because the first year boats guided themselves, but, probably, they didn't think that boats were supposed to be guided by some kind of animal. Not many of them knew that you weren't able to see thestrals unless you have seen death. My parents could see them, but I couldn't, thankfully. I shuddered at the thought of witnessing a person die.

Scorpius and I, again, had to share close-quarters, as we had our own Head's carriage. It was like they were trying to torture me, though it the back of my mind, I knew that they were trying to give the Heads more opportunities to know each other. As if that was going to work, especially since we were not even looking at each other.

Our carriage was at the front, and it was the first to leave, so we arrived at the castle first. We were expected to sit at the front of our house tables and wait for the others.

The sorting was first.

Welcome, my dears, to Hogwarts School

A place that never has been thwarted

I sit here upon my stool

As you wait to be sorted

Gryffindor, as you might find

Is where you belong

If the courageous are your kind

You'll stand out from the throng

I could put you in Hufflepuff

If I see it fit

They fly through work that may seem tough

And get through all the grit

If Ravenclaw is where you're sent

Make sure your wit is tough

For I see your mind is meant

For the academic stuff

But if I see you're sly

You'll be in Slytherin

You'd do anything to fly

And I'm sure you'll fit right in

I'll see it all inside your head

Although I might seem frail

But as time passes, you'll find instead

That I have yet to fail

There was much clapping, and then Professor Sinstra, our Deputy Headmistress, called up the first student.

The sorting took about half an hour and then Professor McGonagall stood up to make her speech.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she greeted, her voice carrying throughout the Great Hall. "Some of you are just returning, and some of you are here for the first time. First, I would like to introduce to you our new Head Boy and Girl. We have Mr. Scorpius Malfoy, of Slytherin and Miss Rose Weasley of Ravenclaw. Stand up please."

We both stood up and faced all of the students.

"We would like to remind our students of our policy," she said. "Because we teachers have enough to worry about, if you have a problem, please talk to the Prefects or these two, and they will help you sort it out."

We sat down. She began to go over all the new rules and she reinforced the old ones.

Finally, they had the feast.

People who I barely knew started to come up and congratulate me. I just went along with it. It wasn't so bad once you get past all the, "And who are you again?" conversations.

Then came the part I was dreading.

Professor McGonagall dismissed us all to our dorms.

I walked up to the portrait hole hoping to get in there before Scorpius, and then I realized that we had to make up a password… together.

Well, that was just great! I had to wait for the one boy I absolutely, truly hated, and he was probably not coming up for a while, so that left me with an extremely annoyed portrait.

Finally, he came.

"Where have you been?" I asked him.

"I was with prettier girls than you, Weasley," he sneered at me.

"I'll ignore that for the moment," I said. "We need to make up our password."

"How about 'All Hail Scorpius'?" he smirked.

"Not on your life," I shot his idea down.

One hour later

"Look, how about we go with something simple," I suggested, having just shot down his latest one ("Scorpius is better than Weasley in every single way possible"). "How about 'Hippogriff'?"

"Now that's the best one I've heard so far," said the woman in our portrait.

"Whatever," Scorpius said.

I could tell that the only reason he was dragging it out before was because he wanted to annoy me. I hate to admit it, but it worked.

We went in, and I sat on the couch, staring at the fire.

Scorpius went upstairs, and I was glad to be rid of him for a while in a comfortable way.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long.

He came back down from his room.

"Entertain me," he said.

"What?" I started at him, incredulous.

"You heard me," he smirked.

"Excuse me," I said, "but I was not made Head Girl to be your personal servant."

"Well, why not?" he said. "Honestly, it's the only time you're really going to be seen with someone, isn't it? I mean, you're so ugly; you're never going to have a boyfriend. But be a virgin forever, see if I care."

At this, I stormed upstairs.

He was so… there wasn't even a word for what he was!

A/N: Sorry it took so long. There was absolutely no inspiration.