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REVIEW: Hermione and Ron's children: Rose and Hugo | Bill and Fleur's: Louis, Victoire, and Dominique | George and Angelina's: Fred II and Roxanne | Harry and Ginny: Albus, Sirius, and Lily.

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CHAPTER II: Rose officially becomes a Monkey

Rose Weasley stared at the banana for a while. She was so hungry…

"HEY! Get your blasted feet away from my hand!" It yelled causing her to flinch. She immediately did as she was told and soon comprehended the situation. The boy (apparently) was only picking something he dropped and then she came and walked all over his hand.

"I'm so sorry Bana—" She cut herself off before saying something more embarrassing. But then, an image of one of those muggle children shows her mother used to let her watch popped up on her head. It was an old show, with the resolution nowhere near half of what was normal now. It was titled Bananas in pyjamas.

She stifled a laugh. "Pfft—""

"Hey! What's so funny? And who are you calling a Banana?" The boy shouted making her instantaneously turn serious.

"No need to shout. How rude."

"Wha—How am I rude? You're the one off stepping on people and then bloody laughing at them! Are you an idiot?"

She blinked. She did not like being called an idiot, she was a certified genius. Rose did not like the 'I'-word associated with her brain. She scrutinized the boy. It was obvious that he'll be or was already a student in Hogwarts.

"Idiot? Me? I bet I can beat you on every class—particularly potions." She let her pride take over, and completely forgot her that it was, indeed, her fault.

"I doubt it. Potions is my favorite subject." He responded confidently. One of Rose's brows rose.

"—all the better, then. Better beating the enemy in their own game, right?"

"As if a monkey can mix ingredients well. You'll probably mistake poison for coconut juice or something—" He retorted proudly, only to be cut by a female voice from one of the shops.

"Scorpius! Are you there? Come here!" She called. Rose quickly opened her mouth for the counter but the boy just smirked at her and quickly ran to where his mother's voice came from.

"Coming, mother!"

"OI!" She shouted, making him stop. She couldn't leave it like that—It felt like she lost.

He turned around, expression unchanging, and said haughtily: "See you later, Red-headed monkey."

But her stomach growled and her eyes twitched in pure hunger. She cursed.

She swore to get back at him soon.

After she ate.

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"You seem to be in a good mood Scorpius. Did you buy what you asked for?" Astoria nonchalantly asked her son in that usual soothing voice of hers.

Scorpius, on the other hand, blinked at the remembrance of why he was outside the shop in the first place. He was going to buy himself a wand in the main street before he was rudely interrupted by a certain sight. "Ah—well. I…"

"You didn't?" Astoria asked incredulously. The shop wasn't that far, she thought, and the wand giving only lasted a few minutes. So when she heard Scorpius voice several minutes since he left, she assumed he already got his wand.

"Then what did you do all those time?"

"Nothing." He lied.

Scorpius had been on his way to the Ollivander's wand shop when he saw an odd girl staring at everything with longing eyes as she practically footslogged along the cobblestone strees. He stopped his tracks and watched her with interest. He just said to himself he was waiting for her to fall down—which was, to some degree, true. He waited for it to happen, but it never did.

Then she smiled out-of-nowhere (a rueful one, but an unexpected smile nevertheless), getting him to drop his money. He mechanically went to pick it up, and he noticed a little too late that she was going to his direction.

"Scorpius?" His mother called his name, pulling him out of his daze.

"Yes, mother?"

"What's wrong? And who were you talking to earlier?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. Scorpius smirked in a way that surprised Astoria.

"A monkey." Astoria gaped at his son, and then smiled. That smirk was an amused one—not the sadistic amusement her husband and son seemed to have a predisposition to – it was different. Her son looked genuinely like a child… who found a new friend.

"A cute monkey, I presume…."

"I suppose so." He replied without thinking and his eye widened after he heard himself. "I-I mean—"

"Aw, Scorpius~!" She squealed and hugged her son. The owner of the shop, one of his aunts, whom they went to visited giggled as well. His eyes twitched crazily at this.

"MOTHER!"

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"Where the bloody hell did you go?"

Ron asked his daughter as Hermione dusted her, finally reuniting after over half-an-hour of separation. She was eating some street food she bought off the street. He frowned when he realized she wasn't listening to him. She was much too busy savoring her food.

"Didn't you have breakfast?" He asked and she shook her head. Ron looked at Hermione, who in turn gaped at her daughter. She had that look in her face, the mixture of worry, suspicion, and fear.

"You didn't get into some kind of trouble, did you?"

The words roused recollections that made her want to throw herself onto the wall and punish herself for being an idiot.

And she did.

"O-Oi!"

"Rose!"

"What the heck—"

The memory was too humiliating! She really did look like a total idiot. A recollection of an arrogant face appeared in her head. Of all the people to appear like an idiot to, it just had to be that haughty git!

She gulped her food's last bite before shouting internally in despair.

To hell with getting back at him—she'd rather not see him at all!

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The Weasley family all went to different shops together to gather the materials needed by the children. Their final stop was Rose's favourites: The Bookstore.

It was one of the few things that could make her feel a little better after such a (psychological) kick in the gut. Her forehead was still aching tho. Sometimes she doubted if she really was a genius.

Moving on, the library was renovated to three whole floors – thanks to a certain ex-Granger – and it had much larger floors. Rose smiled and then excitedly led her family to the door. Hermione giggled remembering how her daughter was so much like her.

"Now don't get too far, okay?" She yelled, by that time many meters away already. Rose barely heard her, but she yelled back anyway.

"Yes, Mum!"

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Rose soon found herself in the deepest part of the bookstore. That meant the 3rd floor.

She browsed the awesome books at that floor. They were all the most advanced in the lot, unsurprisingly. She had yet to understand most of them since she hadn't stepped on Hogwarts yet, but she was advanced enough to understand a few books.

After skimming for a while she heard a thump on one of the open spaces where people could read. She saw only two boys there, one of them with his buttocks on the floor and his features told Rose that he was a half-goblin. While the other one was much taller—a fact emphasized with his confident stature. She saw that the half-goblin have a hard time standing up but the other didn't seem to have any plans on helping him out.

And… and... she just knew that blonde hair.

"WATCH IT, you dolt." He stated irritably. He shifted his position slightly getting Rose to see his face. It was Banana-boy, and he looked extremely annoyed.

Rose didn't move for a moment, startled at the sight. The vanity and arrogance in his eyes were still there, but the way they manifested with her and the boy was totally different. He was definitely looking at the kid as if the child was some sort of inferior creature.

Of all the things her mother thought her, was never to look down on anyone – especially when it came to race. Being arrogant was fine, as she could be sometimes—okay, often—so long as it didn't hurt anyone.

"Do you know how much this robe cost? And you just went and ruined it." He added, sounding like a typical bully. She moved a bit to see that the robe was only creased. Her eyebrows arched.

"Hey. Banana-boy. You can just ask you Mother to do a spell on it or something! No use using that tone as if he did something criminal!" She vehemently nagged him.

He turned around and his eye widened for a second, but he caught his composure immediately. "What are you doing here, Red-headed Monkey? And this... thing really did do something criminal! My perfect robe was ruined!"

"Oh, Boohoo." She mocked and then shifted her gaze at the half-Goblin and went closer to help him up. "Are you alright?" She asked, he nodded, and swiftly walked away. Scorpius gritted his teeth and gestured to shout at the fleeting Goblin when Rose stood to block his line of sight.

"Are you a Metro sexual?"

"What? No—"

"Liar. You are so a metro sexual, Banana-kid." She stated sternly getting Scorpius to wince. Something's changed with her—she had more firmness than before – and he was not quite sure if he like that changed… especially since he was losing badly. There was also the fact that her name calling got more derogatory every time.

"I am a very manly-man, mind you – AND STOP CALLING ME A BANANA!"

"No, you're not manly. And let's face it—you do look like a banana, Scorpius." She responded as she stifled a giggle. She completely forgot that she was supposed to stop calling him that name. She forgot she had to apologize to him, too—

Scropius on the other hand, was surprised as to how he liked the sound of his name when she said it. But he would never admit that, of course, not even to himself. Not in a million years…

"You look like a monkey, then." He spat. She smirked.

"I do not. You just called me that since I called you a Banana. Besides, when you think about it – doesn't me being a Monkey means that I win against you…?"

"I-It doesn't. It just means that you're ugly." He managed to reply, but Rose just scoffed.

"What an idiotic reply for someone I considered my rival… You won't win against me, Banana-prat."

His eye twitched. "You're going to eat those words, Red-head."

"Ohh~ A Banana-dream, Scorpius?" She said mockingly, like the eleven year old that she was, getting the poor boy to flinch in annoyance. He was thinking of a good counter when –

"Have you seen Rose, anywhere?" An unfamiliar voice came from below. "I think I heard her voice somewhere…"

He saw that the Monkey stirred in front of him and started walking to the stairs.

"Hey! I'm not—"

"I have to go now, Banana-prat. Dad's calling me."

"You're rude."

"You did the same earlier."

"But that was—"

"They're looking for me. Bye."

"Hey!"

"What? Like I said I have to—" Rose told him, only to be cut off.

"Call me Scorpius. Only Scorpius." He said getting her to smile cutely at him.

"Maybe someday Banana-prat." She replied before walking swiftly away. Scorpius watched her fleeting figure and he unconsciously let out the trademark smirk he and his father had.

"Rose, eh?"

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KING'S CROSS STATION
the next day

The next morning was filled with hugs and kisses. They were now in Station 9 ¾ and were off to Hogwarts. Their family, unsurprisingly, got a lot of admiring stares… but all of them have grown used to ignoring them. Hugo, Louis, and Lily , still too young to enter the famous train, were complaining somewhere…

The door opened and a lot of students entered through the sliding door, the mass threatened the doors to widen further—like it did every year and, as did every year, it never did bulge. Hermoine smiled at this and looked back closer to her to see her child who looked so much like her.

Hermione gave her daughter a bigger hug and whispered to her. "Remember what I told you, okay?" Rose grinned and then nodded.

A moment after that she heard her father sneer. "… that must be little Scorpius."

She could swear her ears twitched at the name. Her father leaned down to her level and muttered. "Be sure to beat him at everything, okay?"

This earned him a light smack on the head.

"Oh for goodness sakes, Ron! Don't make turn against each other before they even went to school!" Her mother whispered rather vehemently. Rose ignored her parents and then shifted her gaze at the said boy. An instant later, he turned his head towards their direction and saw that his father whispered something onto his ears.

It was him. And she just knew he was being told the same thing.

They grinned simultaneously.

It was –officially—the start of their beautiful rivalry.

And both thought, playfully, that the other was a loser already.

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END OF CHAPTER II

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER III: The Road to Oddness
Because inside a magic train, anything can happen

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