Here we are, lovelies, I'm sorry this hasn't come sooner! The ending has been giving me the most trouble, but I finally got it out, and now I present to you all, chapter 2!
EDIT: I've opened a poll on my profile to see what you all would like me to write a fanfic for next, so go on over and vote, darlings! Also, thank you to ErinFabu for pointing out a little discrepancy in Rose's age, so I've fixed that now as well.
Disclaimer: Me no own. *cries*
The sunlight streamed brightly through the window, a gentle breeze rustling the curtains on either side. Rose screwed her eyes shut, burying her face deeper into her pillow. She had both anticipated and dreaded this day her whole life.
Today marked the beginning of a new chapter in her life; it was the start of her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
During her time at Hogwarts, Rose had risen to become a star pupil, taking after her mother as the top in her year, as well as becoming both a prefect and now, Head Girl.
Hugo had become an excellent Quidditch player for Gryffindor, joining in his third year and playing as Keeper alongside James, their Seeker, Fred and Roxanne, who were both top notch Beaters. Once James had graduated, Rose had taken up the vacant position of Seeker in her fifth year. Needless to say, Ron and Hermione were very proud of their children.
Sitting up, Rose tried to shake her dreams from her head. Every night since her arrival at Hogwarts she had dreamed of the same thing, and it wasn't test scores or Quidditch practice.
Her dreaming mind filled with images of those same, emerald green eyes. Eyes that belonged to a certain Slytherin student named Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.
Over the years, Rose and Scorpius had developed a rivalry in everything. They were both top of their house; both had been prefects and star Seekers, and now together they shared the roles of Head Boy and Girl.
Heading downstairs, Rose's senses were assaulted with the rare smell of chocolate chip pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. Hermione must have let Hugo in there again, because she never would have cooked something like that. Their mother was all about healthy eating, much to the dislike of Ron, who had developed something of a sweet tooth after tasting muggle desserts and sweets.
"Morning Rosie," Hugo chirped, coming out of the kitchen with a large plate piled high with pancakes, his wild, bright red hair streaked with flour. Since neither of the Weasley siblings was of age in either world (Rose had yet to have her seventeenth birthday), Hermione had had the foresight to teach them from a young age how to do everything the muggle way, and not have to rely completely on magic to get everything done.
"Good morning sweetheart," Hermione said as she set the table with large glasses of pumpkin juice and what appeared to be the silverware she had inherited from her parents just after Hugo was born. Rose raised her eyebrow and pointed at the cutlery,
"Grandma Granger's best silver?" Hermione smiled and nodded, dusting off her hands as she set the last place.
"Today is special." She replied simply, ushering Rose over to the table just as Ron entered the room, The Dailey Prophet under his arm and an eager look on his face.
"Did I smell chocolate chip pancakes?" he asked, kissing his wife on the cheek.
"You certainly did!" Hugo announced as his mother charmed the flour from his face and hair, all four of them sitting down at the table and tucking heartily into their breakfast.
Rose sat in her muggle clothes, a black tank top underneath an open black and red checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled to her elbows and shorts with her sketchbook on her lap and pencil in hand.
Her parents drove through the busy London streets, trunks packed into the boot of the small car with a shrinking charm. Hugo's fingers worked frantically on the buttons of his silver PSP game system, his tongue poking out of his lips in concentration.
"Getting your fix now, eh?" Rose commented, smirking at her brother's quick nod, his eyes never leaving the small screen. Hogwarts still maintained its anti-technology charm, which meant Hugo would usually have to save his hobby for holidays.
Rose preferred art. The smell of canvas, the smudges of charcoal on a clean sheet of white paper, the bright colours of her paints; it was her comfort, like reading a good book or playing Quidditch for her house and with her family.
Kings Cross station at 10:30am was the usual busy affair. Muggles crowded the platforms, blocking the walkway and many of the exits, loud, noisy and pushy. The Weasley's garnered some strange looks for their oversized trunks and talk of Platform 9 ¾.
Rose took a deep breath, taking in the smell of steam and magic as the family piled onto Platform 9 ¾, her body tingling from the after effects of passing through the gateway. Ron and Hermione levitated their children's luggage into the luggage compartment; Rose kept her small bag containing her art supplies, sketch book, a bag of wizard money and a novel.
"Hey Rose!" Rose turned at the familiar, Irish tinted voice, her eyes landing on her best friend, Bridget. A wide smile spread onto her face as the two hugged.
"Hey Bridge! How are you?" Rose asked, joyful at reuniting with her friend after months of only contact with owls.
"Oh you know, same old same old." She shrugged, eyes flicking to the right as Albus, tall, lanky and the spitting image of Harry right down to his glasses, joined them, the two linking hands and smiling shyly. Rose rolled her deep brown eyes, smiling wryly. Bridget and Albus had gotten together over Christmas break the year before, and had been inseparable ever since.
The three were soon met up by Hugo and Lily and all of their parents, including Mr and Mrs Cade and Joanna Nickelson, who still seemed bewildered by everything after all these years. James was also there, as he had taken time out from Auror training for the occasion.
Despite herself, Rose found her eyes wandering through the crowd, searching for someone she knew she shouldn't even be thinking about. Finally, while her father, cousin and uncle were explaining the pros, cons and differences between Flooing and Apparating to Cade Nickelson, and her mother and aunt were chatting idly to Joanna, she spotted him.
Scorpius was taller than most of the boys in their class, towering over everyone at 6'4". He had stopped slicking back his platinum hair, instead it had taken on a life of its own, wild and unkempt from his hands constantly running through it. His emerald eyes, so familiar to Rose from years of dreaming were gazing off into space, a tight, pained look on his pointed, pale face.
It was then she saw another familiar and decidedly unwelcome sight. Paula Baxter, her once cropped hair now long and wavy, her mouth moving at a mile a minute as she nattered on about something Scorpius seemed to have no interest in hearing.
"Rose! Earth to Rose, come in Rose!" Lily called, snatching her cousin's attention away from Scorpius.
"What? Sorry Lil, what did you say?" Rose asked, disappointed to find when her gaze went back to Scorpius, that he and Paula were gone.
"It's 10:45! We have to get on the train with everyone else! Come on!" Lily grabbed Rose's hand, pulling her after their families towards the carriage entrances.
As they walked past a dark arch, the crowd squishing in on both sides, the very place James had walked in on Teddy and Victoire snogging, Rose felt someone grab her arm, yanking her into the dark.
Gasping in shock, a hand clapped over her mouth just as a loud scream began to boil over. Rose's back was pressed up against a tall, warm body, her chest heaving.
"Scared, Weasley?" A familiar voice teased her. Rose rolled her eyes, pulling away with a frustrated groan.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She grumbled, her voice an angry whisper as she turned around to look at her captor. Before her stood the tall, lean form of Scorpius Malfoy, a smirk on his devilishly handsome face.
"Ouch, such venom!" he replied, feigning hurt, his green eyes sparkling mischievously, "Anyone would think you didn't like me!"
"Anyone would be right," Rose snapped, wrenching herself away from Scorpius's grip, "Why don't you just go back to your hoe-bag girlfriend?" A strange, dark look came over Scorpius's face when Rose mentioned Paula.
"She's not my girlfriend." He said simply. Rose could tell there was more to the story, but thought it best not to get involved in affairs involving people like the Malfoys and the Baxters.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" she huffed, chocolate eyes flashing definitely.
"Now that's the problem," he said patronizingly, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I would love to leave you alone, I really would. Believe it or not, I have better things to do than taunt you. But, see," Rose frowned. She didn't like where this was going, "There's this new rule the board has bought in. It seems Head Boy and Girl, that would be me and you, are required to share a dormitory in order to achieve maximum efficiency."
Rose's eyes went wide. He couldn't be serious! Even if it was true, how would he...oh. Rose wanted to hit herself for being so dense. Of course Scorpius would know, his mother, Astoria was on the school board!
The whistle for the ten minute warning rang loudly across the platform. Turning back to Scorpius, Rose wanted to wipe the self-satisfied smirk of the arrogant prat's face. But she was Head Girl, and only months away from being of age. Did she really want to spoil it now?
"Catch ya later, Weasley." Rose wanted to scream and stamp her feet in frustration as Scorpius brushed past her and disappeared into the crowd. Huffing, she stormed back out, searching for her family.
"Rose, where have you been? Are you alright?" Hermione demanded when she spotted her daughter, rushing over to her from her place with Ron, Harry, Ginny and James. Not knowing exactly what to do, she fussed over Rose's hair and clothes.
"Nowhere, mum, I'm fine," the young witch soothed, brushing the hands from her face.
"Well then come on," Ron urged, "everyone else is already on the train." Rose nodded, hugging and kissing her parents and her cousin, uncle and aunt goodbye before wading her way through the still dense crowd and onto the train.
The whistle sounded, ringing across the platform. Rose jumped onto the train, pushing through the crowd until she spotted Albus, Hugo, Lily and Bridget crammed up against the windows.
"There she is!" Albus exclaimed, turning to his sister, "Told you she'd get here on time. That's 25 you owe me," Hugo laughed as Lily rolled her eyes and pulled 8 silver Sickles and a gold Galleon from her pocket, passing them over to her brother reluctantly. Bridget rolled her eyes disapprovingly, smiling when Albus grinned cheekily at her, shoving the money into the pocket of his jeans.
Squeezing their bodies up against the open window, the group waved goodbye to their families as the train began to move, speeding faster away from the platform with every passing second.
Soon, the platform was out of sight, and the little group pushed away from the window to find a cabin. Lily and Hugo headed off to the fifth year carriage, while Rose, Albus and Bridget headed off towards the seventh year carriage in the opposite direction.
"You guys go find a cabin, I have to head over to the Prefects car," Rose explained. Albus and Bridget nodded and told her they'd meet her at the Gryffindor table for the feast before waving goodbye.
Weaving through the still full cars, Rose made her way over to the Prefect carriage, in between the luggage car and the seventh years. Entering the car, which was the smallest of all of the train cars, she walked down the short corridor, noticing that the doors each had a label on them,
Fifth year prefects
Sixth year Prefects
Heads
Wincing, Rose placed her hand gingerly on the handle, her stomach twisting. She hoped and prayed fiercely that the cabin was empty, and the Scorpius had somehow gotten lost or even missed the train.
Finally, after standing stock still at the door for nearly ten seconds, Rose shook her head and told herself she was being ridiculous. Grasping the handle, she slid open the door, only to groan in frustration as her fears were confirmed.
Sitting on the seat, his arms folded and a wry smirk on his face, Scorpius Malfoy ran a hand through his wild hair, his long legs resting on the seat opposite him.
"Why hello, Rose, didn't think I'd see you here," Rose glared at his mischievous grin, black humour sparkling in his deep green eyes. Rose groaned again, sliding the door shut.
This was going to be a long trip.
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