A/N:There you go.. chapter 2 now re-uploaded. A big thanks to my beta CoverGirlInLove. R&R please
The first memory that comes to her when she goes back to bed, is of the first time she met him.
Her mom was having a meeting with the minister concerning one thing or another, and she begged her to tag along so she could get some books in Florish and Bots.
She was ten at the time and her mom had reluctantly agreed to leave her at the shop while she was having lunch with Kingsley, making her promise not to leave the store by any means.
Of course, she promised without a second thought and started going through books left and right, trying to find a couple of interesting ones. She was going through '213 Ways to Kill a Vampire' by Sheila Johnson when she spotted him.
She could feel someone's eyes on her, and as she lifted her head in search of them, she found herself captivated by his grey orbs. He was smirking at her and rampaging though books at the same time, not even bothering to read the titles.
She found herself unable to look away. He approached her, smirk still in place and said in a monotone drawl, "You must be a Weasley."
She finally broke his gaze blushing fiercely and quickly became defensive, "Does that present a problem Mr. I-will-smirk-my-way-through-life," she said defiantly, not minding her blush.
She wasn't used to getting undivided attention as it was always chaos in her house due to the recent arrival of twins Jacob and Sebastian.
"No, not at all. I'm, Scorpius Malfoy, pleased to meet you…" he trailed off.
"Rose. My name is Rose. Nice to meet you too, Scorpius."
They made small chat for the next couple of hours until his mother came to pick him up.
When Rose's own mom came for her, she was shocked by the lack of books in her daughters' arms. When asked about it, Rose just shrugged and said she didn't find anything that interesting, deciding that declaring herself friends with the Malfoy heir, wasn't a smart move.
Now that she thought about it, that was probably the moment she made the worst decision in her life. If she had just been honest from the start about their friendship, maybe things wouldn't be this complicated now.
September 1st quickly came, and she found herself forgetting all about Scorpius, too busy trying to get her older siblings to tell her how they actually get sorted into the houses.
They wouldn't budge; it was a tradition not to know after all. Feeling highly frustrated because of this, she decided that silent treatment was in order and that she should look for a compartment of her own.
She spotted Scorpius on the station, but he was too busy talking to his parents to notice her. So, she decided to find him now.
She went through all the compartments, blushing savagely when she caught a couple of 7th years snogging, looking for a distinctively blond head among the students.
She found him, sitting in the compartment alone, reading a book in the corner. He didn't look up when she entered; he silently closed the book in his hands and placed it in his bag murmuring "I hope it didn't take you too long to find me, Rose".
"What makes you think I was looking for you?" she replied quickly. A little too quickly.
A rather smug smirk then graced his features, "Call it a hunch".
"Whatever," she was loosing this round and she knew it.
"So what house do you think you'll be in?" she asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
"Ravenclaw probably. My whole family was in Slytherin, as you already know, but I don't think I'll do well there," he confidently stated.
"How can you be so sure? You look like you'll fit in there nicely there." she replied viciously, hoping to get back to him for teasing her for attempting to find him.
His eyes darkened and he scowled. "Please Weasley; don't act like you know me, because you don't. And I'm not like them."
She shrunk under his gaze, not daring to question his resolve on the matter. "So I'm Weasleynow, Malfoy? Am I going to be Weasley every time I say something that displeases you?" she questioned.
"You'll be a Weasley until you get married," he smirked, his mask safely back in its place, and intact.
A look of cool demeanor was carefully constructed on his face, and she wondered just how many times she would be able to see any emotion.
"Ha, ha. That wasn't the question, Malfoy,and you know it. But whatever, you don't have to answer," she turned to the window and settled for looking at the hills they passed. It was starting to get dark.
"You don't have to get mad, Rose. You just startled me with that statement," he said after a few beats of silence.
"I'm not. It's getting dark, I better find my cousins and change," she sighed, getting on her feet and leaving the compartment. "I'll see you later, Scorpius."
"See you, Rose," she heard before closing the door.
They stood in the entry in front of the Great Hall's doors, portraits eying them curiously.
Al was fidgeting with his robes on her left murmuring something about courage and slyness. She ignored him completely, focusing on the mystery that lay ahead.
How the hell do we get sorted, she wondered, trying to remember if there was an answer to that question in any of the books she'd read. Uncle Neville (or Professor Longbottom, as she was supposed to refer to him now) came to lead them into the hall.
She was awestruck when they entered. The ceiling was non-existing, and it was clearly enchanted to show the sky above Hogwarts.
She could vaguely see the constellation of Scorpius above her, and she thought about the talk they shared on the train. She knew he was different from the rest of his family, he had made that clear so far, but was he actually different enough to break the century long tradition of the Malfoys being in Slytherin? Could he defy his family that much? And what were their opinions on this?
Her thoughts evaporated from her mind as soon as Professor Longbottom started calling out names. Startled, she looked around, and for the first time noticed the Sorting Hat.
She nudged Al, asking him what it did, but he just looked at her and asked if she had just heard the song it had sung.
I must have been too consumed in thinking about Scorpius to notice it or hear it, Rose thought, now concentrating on the sorting at hand.
"Malfoy, Scorpius," Professor Longbottom read.
He calmly took a seat on the stool, patiently waiting for the Professor to put the Hat on his head.
"RAVENCLAW!" it shouted after a couple of minutes of contemplating.
The Hall was rendered speechless. A Malfoy in any house other than Slytherin?
Timidly, some 2nd year Ravenclaws started to clap, and that seemed to have broken the students, as well as teachers, from their revere as they began loudly clapping for him.
Scorpius headed for the Ravenclaw table, carefully seating on the edge. A couple of seats separated him from his nearest neighbor.
"Weasley, Rose," Professor Longbottom called and Rose found her self on the stool, waiting for the hats decision. She nearly jumped when she heard a voice in her head.
"Another Weasley, huh? Well, there sure are many of you. Let's see, let's see… There is certainly some courage, definitely loyalty, but no, I don't think you'd do well in either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Slytherin is out of the question. Oh yes, you do have brains. It had better be… RAVENCLAW!"
Rose hopped off the stool and joined Scorpius on the bench. They soon began chatting and a bond as special as magic was quickly forming.