(A/N: Skipping to 7th year now! Hope you're enjoying it. Reviews make a writer's world go 'round!)

Chapter 3 - 7th year begins

Rose Weasely stood with her parents and 16-year-old brother, Hugo, at the platform. She looked out over the crowd searching for her friends, well, for Scorpius. Albus and Alaine would probably be on the train already, snogging in an empty compartment. While her eyes were looking around in front of her for her friend, he seemed to have snuck up on her as she felt his arms wrap around her and pick her up.

She shrieked and turned in her friends arms to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek in greeting, "Scorp! How have you been? You haven't wrote to me for the last few weeks."

The grinning blonde put her back on her feet, possibly because he saw Ron's face get as red as his hair, "I've been good, buzy though, that's why I didn't write." Rose nodded in understanding to her friend.

In the past few years her friend had grown a good 5 inches taller than her and the gray eyes he had in first year had brightened to a light, but striking, blue. He had gotten broad shoulders and being a Beater for the Slytherin Quidditch team had benefited him, as his arms were toned and layered lightly with strong muscles. His blonde hair hung just slightly in his face.

All together the look, as well as the amount of money in his family's bank account, had attached many a Hogwarts girl to him since their forth year. He had dated a very few of them, though, the ones like liked him for himself, not for his money. He didn't take advantage of the girls who tried to cling to him, though. He was a perfect gentleman to them, but they usually broke up with him because of getting jealous of the amount of time he spent with Rose. Even though it hurt him deeply each time, he still stayed close friends with her, claiming that if a girl wanted him, they had to accept that Rose was his best friend and that lot of his free time was spent with her.

But, now Rose was curious about what had kept her friend so busy he didn't have time to write her, he always had made time in the years before, "Busy with what?", she questioned.

Scorp shrugged and whispered into her ear, "Later, ok? Too many people with loud ears here."

Rose nodded, patient despite her curiosity. She quickly said her goodbyes to her family and went to find a compartment with Scorpius.

It didn't take long to find where, as Rose has known, Albus and Alaine had been kissing. Before they opened the door, Rose knocked on the glass of the door with a raised brow. The couple broke apart with sheepish smiles and they entered the compartment.

Nearly as soon as the door shut behind them and her and the blonde sat, she jumped into the question she had asked earlier, "Now will you tell me what had you so busy you couldn't write, Scorpius Malfoy?"

He rolled his eyes at her before silencing the compartment so nosy people outside couldn't hear them, "Well.", he began, "You guys know I have wanted to become an animagus ever since you guys told me the story of the Marauders, right?"

The other 3 nodded, when Albus and Rose told him the stories of how the Marauders had became animagus to help Remus with his 'furry little problem' he had declared that one day the four of them would be animagus like them, well, like 3 of them.

Scorpius continued, "Well, I spent the last few weeks of summer pulling every string at my disposal to get permission for us to study to be animagus. And it worked! We are all going to be studying to become one on Sundays with McGonagall."

The other three's jaws dropped in shock before Rose threw herself at Scorpius excitedly, hugging him, "Oh my god, you are amazing Scorpius Malfoy!"

Scorpius felt a little flutter in his chest, but he pushed it aside to think about later as he grinned at Rose, hugging her back, "Amazing may be stretching it a little, Rose. I'm a Malfoy and we always get what we want.", he puffed out his chest a little at that.

Rose laughed and swatted at his chest as she pulled away from the hug, a bit reluctantly, "Don't be the arrogant git my father refuses to see you aren't."

Scorpius rubbed at the spot where Rose had hit him, pouting childishly, "Ow, that hurt woman!"

Albus, who seemed to have been forgotten, spoke up from the bench across from them, "If you guys are done flirting, I'd like to talk about what kind of animals we might turn in to."

Both blushed and denied flirting so much that it sent Albus and Alaine into a fit of laughter before everything calmed down enough to start discussing. By this point Rose had moved to sit next to Scorpius, "Well, the animal is suppose to reflex your inner personality. I don't know what I'd be, but I think Al would be a dog, loyal and recklessly stupid at times."

Albus stuck his tongue out at his cousin childishly, "I disagree with the 'recklessly stupid', but a dog does seem to fit me. I'd think Rose and Alaine would be some kind of bird, tons of birds are pretty intelligent."

Rose and Alaine both shook their heads, but it was Alaine that spoke up, "I'm afraid of heights, and Rose loves quidditch, but other than that she isn't too fond of them either."

Rose nodded her agreement with that statement before turning to Scorpius, "What do you think you'd be, Scorp?"

The Slytherin shrugged, "I'm not sure. I hope not a ferret, it'd give Dad a heart attack."

The entire compartment broke out into laughter again. Of course Ron had told Rose and Albus that story, who in turn had told it to their friends. In a joke on his dad, Scorpius had sent a letter to his dad about possibly getting a ferret as a pet. The Howler that Scorpius had gotten back was well worth the laugh he and his friends had gotten out of sending the letter, and the calmer answer they had gotten from Draco the next day.

It had even gotten Ron to like Scorpius, even if it was for only a short while. Draco had also sent Ron a letter, politely worded and asking him to inform his daughter and nephew to please not tell the embarrassing stories about him to Scorpius because his son would never respect him if he heard of the things that happened to him during school.

All to soon, the train pulled up at Hogwarts and the friends had to go their separate ways once they reached the Great Hall, to go to their separate tables. They were excited though, because the next day would be a Sunday and they would go to McGonagall for their first lesson on becoming animagus.