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The only characters that I made up are some Hogwarts students, or Rose's friends.
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Rose's POV:

I stumbled onto the train, searching for my two best friends, Madison Berks and Suzanna Wood. People surrounded me, everywhere I looked, and I couldn't find any familiar face at all.

Finally, I saw a flash of bright, bright, bright red. The only person I knew with such bright red hair that looked almost orange was Suzanna. "Suzanna!" I yelled, doubting that my voice could carry through the thickness of the crowd. "Damn," I muttered, as I saw her vanish through the crowd, putting her temporarily out of my sight.

So I decided to use a little trick mum had taught me last summer. I fetched my wand from my bag, and pressed it to my neck. "SUZANNA!" I repeated, and this time my voice was amplified quite I bit. I'm pretty sure my voice carried over and through the crowd. Everyone jumped. Some girls shrieked. Oops. I didn't know it was going to be that loud. Though I had succeeded, and I saw Suzanna making her way towards me. "Rose," she shrieked. I opened my arms out for a hug. BIG mistake. She obliged, and threw her arms around me with SO much force, I was knocked to the floor, my breaths coming out in short, raspy, breaths. I looked up, my vision blurry a bit, my arms and butt sore. And into view came greyish blue staring down out me, amusement dancing in them. Damn, damn, DAMN. Scorpius Malfoy was looking down at me, obviously trying VERY hard not to laugh.

I growled, as he burst out laughing,clutching his sides, and I said, "What part of sod off, Malfoy, do you not understand?" He just ignored me, and continued laughing. I growled, again, trying to stand up, and not look like a complete, utter fool. Unfortunately, I had fallen hard on legs and butt, I mean very hard, so I couldn't very well pick myself up. As I tried to pick myself up, I staggered, waved my hands around blindly, and fell down again, even harder, though this time on my head. I groaned in pain, my legs, hips, butt, elbows, and head, throbbing with pain. Scorpius, who had been laughing until know, abruptly stopped. To my surprise, the amusement that had been showing in his eyes, was being replaced by genuine concern, and he offered his hand to me.

Scorpius Malfoy was offering his hand to help me, Rose Weasley. The crowd was still there, though they weren't chattering happily and greeting friends anymore, they were giving us there full attention. Jaws dropped, eyes bulged, mouths opened and closed, eyes clouded with disbelief. They looked like a school of fish wearing jeans. There was only one thought going through everyone's head which was, What the hell? You have to understand, these things just don't happen. Malfoys and Weasleys do NOT help each other, no matter the circumstances. They taunt each other, tease and fight, and make like absolute hell for one another, but they do NOT help. That is considered a crime. It is against the LAW.

Of course, Albus already had broken it, becoming friends with Scorpius, but everyone knew that Scorpius and I absolutely, positively loathed each other. All the professors knew it, so that the DADA professor didn't ever pair us together, knowing that if he did so, one of us would end up in the hospital wing.

Anyways, with all these thoughts running through my head, I ignored the help Malfoy was offering me, and tried yet again to pull myself up. And I failed miserably. This time was even worse. This time, as I desperately tried to pull myself up, I staggered forward, not backward. Thus causing me to knock Malfoy over, with me falling on top of him. Haha. Wonderful. EPIC fail.

"Oomph," I muffled, my head falling against his chest, my body falling on his. And if you must know, Quidditch does something to guy's chests. I would always swat Al's chest playfully, in first year before he started Quidditch, and then in 3rd year, when all Al did was play Quidditch and I swatted his chest, guess what? I broke my wrist. So, as you can probably imagine, hitting your head against a rock-hard chest is not a very pleasant experience. I groaned again, my head on the verge of breaking. What a great year this was going to be! I hadn't even reached Hogwarts yet, and I had injured several parts of my body very severely.

I stayed lying there, and was realizing it was rather comfy as faint scent of pine and fresh mint clouded my senses, when I realized who I was lying on top of, and which parts of my body were pressed against his. I hurried to get up, when Malfoy's cool, drawling voice interrupted my thoughts, "As much as you're enjoying this, Weasley, I hope I wouldn't be asking much if I asked you to get your freaking body off of mine!'"

I did get up, and looked down at him with disdain. "Enjoying myself, Malfoy? You think I'm enjoying myself? Oh, yes, it's absolutely heaven with my head about to burst, courtesy to your rock-hard chest, and my legs and hips ache to a point that I can barely walk, let alone stand! Of course I'm enjoying myself, Malfoy, who everyone can see that!

He pulled himself up walked towards me, and I began to smell that pine minty smell again. It clouded my senses again, and I couldn't think straight. He was so close to me now, I could see the blue specks in his stormy gray eyes, and how his long lashes curled at the edge. And I stared. And he stared back. He moved his face even closer, and I could feel the body heat emanating from him, and intertwining with mine, his lips just a breath away from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. My eyes fluttered. My breathing hitched. Every instinct in my body told me to slap him, to run away, to push him away. But it was as if I was physically unable to do so. Or maybe I was just refusing to do so.

And then, all of a sudden he moved away, a smirk on his face, as though he was satisfied with something. And then he just walked away.
I stayed there, like an idiot, gaping after him. What the heck was that? I shook my head, utterly confused, a feeling I'm not quite used to, and I too walked away, going to go find Suzanna Oliver Wood and make her sorry she had ever been born.

A/N: WEll, I did tell you I had no idea how to continue this, so this chapter and the ones following are going to be pretty boring. So please don't have expectations from me.

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