Third year chapter!!! I know you are all really excited! I am going to include some Hogsmeade stuff because well that plays a big part in Prisoner of Azkaban so I thought it would make a lot of sense.

We, as in I, are going to start this chapter in Rose's point of view.

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We got to go to Hogsmeade this year! That is so exciting don't you think? Mum told me about this really good quill shop there so I went there at first chance. Mum was right, it was really good. Dad told me about Zonkos and Honeydukes of course I went there as well. I have to say that Zonkos is more of a shop that James would like. I loved Honeydukes though; I have a bit of a sweet tooth.

There was only one thing that I didn't like about Hogsmeade; there is just no escaping him is there?

Flashback....

Al and I were walking into Hogsmeade, we had decided as cousins that we should spend some time together as we rarely did anymore with all of Al's Quidditch training and me spending all the time in the library as I had taken a few new subjects, Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. Al took Care of Magical Creatures and Divination, just like our dads.

"Where do you want to go first Rose?" Al asked me.

"I don't know, I mean there is so much to do! Where do you want to go?" I said.

"Why don't we go to the Shrieking Shack? I know it was never really haunted but it would be really cool to go and see where Teddy's dad had to go when he was a werewolf!" Al suggested.

"Good idea. Then we can go to the three broomsticks for butterbeer!" And with that we set off towards the Shrieking Shack.

It was a pleasant walk as it was quite a nice day. As winter though so although the sun was shining the wind was bitterly cold so both Al and I were wrapped up in coats and scarves.

Unfortunately, when we got to the Shrieking Shack however there was already 2 people there.

"Can we come back later Al?" I asked quickly. "I really don't feel like talking to Malfoy today."

"Sure. We'll come back later." Al said, he understood how much I loathed Malfoy and how I didn't want to end up in a fight on our first Hogsmeade trip.

But too late, Malfoy had heard us.

"Weasley? Thinking of buying this house are you? It must be much nicer than what your family is used to or so I've heard." Malfoy called as we started to walk away.

I whipped back around. A look of rage on my face. There was no way that this arrogant, jerk face was going to insult my family.

"For your information, if your tiny brain can handle it, my mother is head of the department of magical law enforcement. We are pretty well off Malfoy! Unlike your family, that is only rich because of your ancestors, my family actually has money they deserve and have earned!"

"Excuse me? How would you know anything about my family?"He snapped.

"How would you know anything about mine? SO STOP MAKING YOUR BLOODY ASSUMPTOPMS MALFOY! AND DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY FAMILY AGAIN OR ELSE I'LL HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!" I shouted and stormed off, Al hurrying along behind me.

"Man, you showed him." Al said as he caught up, it was only a few seconds later as he is quite fast.

"I am just sick of Malfoy insulting my family left, right and centre! It is so aggravating!" I said harshly, anger was still pulsing through my veins. My ears were red, an unfortunate trait I had picked up from my dad. Along with the anger problem.

"Calm down Rose, it's just Malfoy. He and his family have been driving yours up the wall for years. It's nothing new."

"I wish I could take a leaf out of my mum's book and slap him!" I said angrily, not paying much attention to what he was saying.

"Wow! Aunty Hermione slapped someone? Who was it? I wish I could have seen their face, what a crack up!" Al laughed.

"Malfoys dad." I said calmly as I had calmed down a bit at the sight of Al struggling to stand up because he was laughing so hard.

"Ha! Malfoys dad that would have been hilarious!" Al said through his laughs as he lent on a fence that was near us because otherwise he would have collapsed from laughing.

"Come on Al, it's not that funny." I said grinning. But watching Al laugh uncontrollably made me laugh as well so we just stood there, looking like morons while we laughed.

"I see what you meant about mood swings." I heard a sly voice say behind me.

I stopped laughing immediately, Al hadn't even noticed that Malfoy was there and therefore he was still laughing.

"What was that Malfoy?" I snarled.

"Well Weasley," he said in that cocky, arrogant voice that made my heart beat faster and my body to express new levels of anger. I had never imagined I could hate someone this bad, "I wondered why you got so angry before and Vincent," he acknowledged the boy next to him, Vincent Goyle, "came to the conclusion that it was a mood swing. And here you are, a few minutes later laughing your heads off when just a few minutes ago yelling at me."

"Your point is Malfoy? Can't someone have more than one emotion? Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have!" I snapped.

"Just pointing it out Weasley." He said. "What's the joke anyway?"

Al had recovered from his laughing fit and had realised what was happening, he stood by my side, we were both glaring at Malfoy.

"Oh well, can't of been that funny. Everyone knows that Potters and Weasleys have a horrible sense of humour." He said, he was about to turn away when it happened.

I don't know what made me do it. I was just so fired up; I had gone from happy, to fuming, to laughing uncontrollably, to angry all in the space of ten minutes. It was enough to make a person explode.

I slapped him across the face. "That's the joke Malfoy! Don't you dare insult any of my family ever again or I'll be worse!" I said quietly with as much venom as I could, looking up at his cold grey eyes with all the hatred I could muster. Then I walked off with Albus.

"Oh my gosh Rose!" Al said as we walked away from the stunned Malfoy.

"I'd rather not talk about it." I said.

"Okay but that was bloody brilliant." Al said.

"Yeah I guess, let's go get some butter beer." I said and we made our way to the three broomsticks. As much as he deserved it, I felt a tiny bit guilty about slapping him. Mind you, I thought to myself, he did insult my family.

Apart from the Hogsmeade incident, I had a very enjoyable year. Mum and Dad had wrote, I hadn't told them about slapping Malfoy, Al had told his dad though and since Uncle Harry is best friends with my dad, my parents found out.

Mum was shocked but she understood why I did it. Dad's response was the same as Al's. I think it's because they are related.

Dad's response was:

Dear Rosie,

That was bloody brilliant darling. You certainly showed him! I know your mother doesn't approve of violence but she can't talk since she did the same thing to Draco Malfoy in third year. You are truly our daughter. You don't let any Malfoy walk on top of you! They aren't worth it.

You are truly my daughter Rose. I am exceptionally proud.

Have a wonderful year princess,

Love Dad.

Although Dad said he was proud of me it made me feel a bit guiltier about slapping Malfoy.

Hugo started Hogwarts this year and got sorted into Gryffindor, along with Al's sister Lily. He has been a bit of a bother and constantly asks me for advice. He is much more like my dad in the academic department, apart from Transfiguration which he is exceptionally good at, like Mum. Lily was good though, she and I got on really well despite her being a couple of years younger than me.

Speaking of academics, in the end of year exams last year I got top in everything except DADA where I came first equal with Malfoy. Although it was a blow it was okay because at least it was first equal.

Malfoy and I still argued with each other but hexes were brought down a bit this year. One of the reasons was that Professor McGonagall said that she would have to expel us if we continued like we did last year. We still shoot insults back and forth like it's our job. And for all intents and purposes, it is.

The exams are coming up in a few days. I have a bad feeling that Malfoy might beat me in a couple but I don't worry about. I still bet him in first year in everything and as long I remain top of the year I am okay with it, well not okay but not horrified.

He is rather smart. Forget rather. He is exceptionally smart.

I try and forget about the Hogsmeade trip, it makes me feel a bit guilty. I have to keep reminding myself, Al does as well, that he started it. I started to walk away and he insulted my family.

Dad was so right when he said that Weasleys and Malfoys just don't mix.

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Third year went off to an interesting start. At sorting I noticed another Weasley and another Potter. They both got sorted into Gryffindor, surprise surprise. Vincent's little brother came as well, his name is John. John is really cool for an eleven year old. He is in Slytherin as well. What I wouldn't give for a sibling, but no, my parents had to only have one child. I suppose we are the opposites of the Weasleys in that way. We have been only children for centuries; they have had more than one child for centuries.

Just another thing to show how me and Weasley are opposites. That's probably why we can't stand each other.

The Hogsmeade trip was one interesting event....

Flashback....

That idiot Potter had recovered from his laughing fit and had realised what was happening, he stood by Weasleys side, they were both glaring at me with hatred.

"Oh well, can't of been that funny. Everyone knows that Potters and Weasleys have a horrible sense of humour." I said. I was just about to walk away when it happened.

I don't know why she did it, probably just her mother's genes coming out of her. Was there some code that said 'thou must slap a Malfoy across the face in third year' it seemed to be a tradition going on? She was probably just angry at me for what I said. I did feel a bit guilty about it, but it's not like she had never said anything insulting to me.

But she did it anyway; she slapped him across the face. "That's the joke Malfoy! Don't you dare insult any of my family ever again or I'll be worse!" she said quietly with an amount of venom I didn't even know she possessed, looking up at me with brown eyes and I could tell she hated every part of me. And then she walked off with Potter, leaving me looking stunned.

"What the heck was that?" Vincent said.

"I have no idea." I said.

"How is that a joke?" Vincent asked, I realised I have never enlightened him on that piece of our parents history.

"They were probably laughing about how Weasleys mum slapped my dad across the face in third year." I told him, stony faced.

"Whoa! You never told me that mate!" Vincent said sounding shocked.

"Not the most proud moments of my dad's life I can tell you. He doesn't really talk about it much. He told me about it before I got on the train before our first year."

"Oh, well that doesn't matter mate. It's just hereditary; Weasleys child will probably slap your child across the face in 21 or so years." Vincent told me. "Let's go to honeydukes, I hear they have a new lolly that makes your ears go green!

"Yeah okay." I said and we made our way down the street to honeydukes. It's just hereditary? That's what everyone was saying. Was it just hereditary? How can stuff like that get passed through your genes? I have no idea.

That wasn't the proudest moment of my life, I can tell you. I got Weasley back of course. I hexed her while she worked in the library. I changed her hair colour to green. It was hilarious. The best bit was she didn't know it was me as I had hidden myself. She suspected me of course but she never actually had the hard fact that it was me. Not one scrap of evidence.

The one problem with that hex was that she unfortunately knew the counter curse so within seconds her hair was back to normal. Personally I thought it looked better green. Reddy-brown was such an unflattering colour.

Mind you, I thought to myself later, the slap she had given me was only a few seconds so I guess we were even.

To beat her of course I worked harder than ever to beat her in all my subjects. We were taking the same ones, Care Of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.

I had a good feeling that I was going to beat her in something this year.

Another memorable moment this year was one when we got paired up for a Defence Against the Dark Arts project. Although I was annoyed at being partnered with her, at least it was the subject we were equal in.

Flashback....

"Right students," Professor McMillan said to our class one day. This year the Slytherins were with the Gryffindors for this subject. "For this project we are going to be working in pairs. I will choose them." Everyone groaned at this because Professor McMillan was a pompous teacher who liked putting people together from different houses to see how they went. He didn't always do this but some of the time he did.

"Potter, Finnigan." He said, "Zabini, Montague." Okay then, he was being nice so far. I had a feeling it wouldn't last though.

"Goyle, Flint." He continued. Oh no, I thought, there isn't many Slytherins left. He continued until there were only four people left. Rachel Lovegood (Gryffindor), Paul Jackson (Slytherin), Weasley (of course) and I.

"Ah," Professor McMillan said. He had a grin that told me all too well who I was going to be paired with. Weasley knew as well. She had a look of disgust on her face. "Lovegood, Jackson."

Just as I thought.

"Miss Weasley, Mr Malfoy." Professor McMillan said to us in a rather pompous manner, "I knew both of your parents and have noticed that you two are very alike them..." Oh really! I thought sarcastically, it's only taken him all of almost three years to work out what everyone knew one the first day of first year. "I have also noticed that you hold their grudges, may I state that it is not you're fight to fight. You are both very intelligent pupils and I know you can work well together. No fighting or I will fail you both."

Weasley looked at me, her look clearly stated 'Us? Not fighting? Fat chance.'

I gave her a look that said 'Right back at you Weasley, right back at you.'

"Your project," began Professor McMillan "is to write a report together on a magical creature of your choice. Then you must present it to the class. You probably will have to do some of it outside of class..." Weasley and I looked at Professor McMillan, horrified. It was enough that he put us together in class, but to force us together outside school was ridiculous. "Mr Malfoy, Miss Weasley, do not look at me like that. A few hours together outside class won't kill you."

The class sniggered.

"Professor?" Potter said. "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. They can barely stay in the same room without hexing each other." I glared at him, I noticed Weasley did too. The class sniggered again.

"Mr Potter, keep your opinions to yourself! 10 points from Gryffindor" Professor McMillan said. I smirked, Potter did do that a lot in class, and it was time he got punished for it. "You may begin now. You have today's lesson and after that you must use your own time. It is due in two weeks."

Weasley walked over to wear I was sitting, and pulled up a chair.

"I think we should do the project on Grindylows." She said in a business like tone.

"I disagree." I said in an equally business like tone.

"You disagree?" she questioned, her tone suddenly became un-business like "Then what do you think we should do it on then?"

"Dementors" I told her.

"Typical!" she said sounding annoyed.

"What do you mean typical?" I asked angrily.

"You, as a cold hearted, evil person, with not a scrap of a good person in your body, want to study a creature that sucks the happiness out of people. Wow I see the match already." She replied.

"Just because you don't want to admit you don't know much about them little miss know it all." I snapped.

"That's not true. How would you know if I didn't know anything about Dementors, been spying on me have you?" she retorted.

"Why would anyone want to spy on you Weasley?" I said simply.

"Tut tut, what did I say about fighting?" Professor McMillan said from behind us.

"Sorry Professor." We said in unison.

"What are you arguing about now?" he asked.

"Malfoy wants to do the project on Dementors Professor and I want to do it on Grindylows." Weasley explained.

"Okay then," Professor McMillan said, "you are doing it on werewolves."

"Thanks a lot Malfoy." Weasley said sarcastically.

"You're welcome Weasley." I said smiling. I knew it would get her mad.

"Whatever Malfoy, let's just get started." She said and pulled her text book out.

We worked in almost silence for the whole lesson, after we had divided up the tasks we just got on with our own thing. That was one of the good things about being paired with Weasley, being the two top people in our year; we got our work done really quickly. By the end of class we had almost finished, we just had to put it together.

"We'll do this in the library after dinner tonight." Weasley said as the bell rang. She packed up our stuff and walked out of the room with Lovegood.

"You are so lucky man!" Vincent said as we walked to the great hall for lunch.

"You call it lucky getting paired up with Weasley!" I said.

"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically, "think about it. She is the smartest witch in the year. That means automatic top marks! It's unfair that McMillan puts the two smartest people in the year in one group. Especially when I get Greg, he's really cool and everything but man that guy sucks at DADA."

"Feel free to take her." I said bitterly. I hated getting paired up with Weasley, she seemed to think I didn't know anything.

"Man, I wish!" he said as we entered the great hall.

I think that was the longest time we went without insulting each other. Professor McMillan said if he caught us fighting at any time while the project still was due he would fail us. We got top marks on it by the way.

The rest of the year was pretty uneventful. Weasley and I had stopped hexing each other us much and it was mostly insults.

It was still annoying though, she was still annoying.

My dad was so right; Weasleys and Malfoys just don't mix.

Author's note: Wow this is the longest chapter I have ever written for any of my stories! Over 3,500 words!

If you guys noticed the line that Scorpius says to Rose is very similar the one Draco says to Ron in the PoA.

Anyway, I hope you liked it. I loved it so much in the third book when Hermione slapped Draco. One of my favourite parts of the whole book.

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