DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. IF I DID, I WOULD NOT HAVE TO WORK THIS SUMMER TO EARN THE MONEY FOR MY SCHOOL TRIP NEXT YEAR.

Chapter 3

After a lovely and mostly Malfoy-free weekend, Monday morning arrived. Ugh. It's not that I didn't like school, I did, but it was the first day of school after a beautiful summer vacation. It was bound to be a downer. I went down to breakfast with Paula and Mina. After we ate, Professor Longbottom began passing out schedules to the Gryffindors. I got mine, and sighed. Sadly, my prayers to have no classes with Malfoy this year weren't answered. My first class was Double Potions with the Slytherins. Groaning, I picked up my bag and headed to the dungeons.

I was pleased to find that Slughorn had managed to take the hint that me and Malfoy could not work well together and had decided not to make us partners this term. How it took him 5 years to figure that out was beyond me, but at least I don't have to put up with him anymore. Classes went by very slowly, but the teachers at least acknowledged that it was the first day back and I only had minimal homework.

After dinner, I went back to the common room to get ready for rounds. Tonight it was the 6th year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs patrolling. The Hufflepuffs were taking the upper floors of the castle, so McLaggen and I had to patrol the lower floors and the dungeons. I decided to take the West side, so I told McLaggen to take the East. The East side had many more classrooms and broom closets, so I hoped he would be kept busy enough that he wouldn't try to find me.

I began walking down the corridors, checking in all the broom closets and classrooms. I didn't understand why we had to do rounds, there was rarely ever a student out of bed and if there was, a teacher was more likely to find them than us.

I continued to walk down the corridors, and suddenly I heard a door close. I looked in the nearest closet, and was immediately pulled inside by a pair of strong arms. I slammed into what I realized was someone's chest, and I immediately felt warm and content. I looked up and saw the face of, you guessed it, Malfoy. I quickly pulled back and was about to tell him off, give him detention, and probably have another stupid argument, but he clamped his hand over my mouth. I widened my eyes, and he whispered, "Shh. Don't say anything. Chastity Brown is after me." I looked at him curiously. "She finds me insanely attractive, which I can understand I mean come on, I'm a god." I rolled my eyes. "But she is always following me, especially after curfew. She grabbed me on the way to my common room and I only just got away. Crap, she's coming!" He immediately shut up and pulled us back against the wall.

"Scorpy! Oh, Scorius darling? Where are you?" The annoyingly high-pitched voice of Chastity Brown was right outside the door. I cringed at the sound. No wonder he was always so moody, all the prejudice against his family was one thing, but this? Pure torture. I was starting to understand him a little more. But that's not to say I don't still hate him, because I do. I just understand him. That's all.

We stayed quiet until Chastity finally gave up her search and pranced away. Scorpius let out a sigh of relief and we left the broom cupboard. I decided to not give him detention, since he was only out of bed because the Hogwarts Whore was chasing him.

"So, I'm a prefect and I am doing rounds. You have ten seconds to get back to your dormitory, otherwise I will have seen you. Go." I gave him a little smile, which he returned, and he ran off in the direction of the Slytherin common room. I watched him go in awe. He could actually be a decent guy when he wasn't shooting nothing but cold-blooded insults at me. Maybe I should keep on this not fighting thing. If I don't provoke him, he might be able to turn over a new leaf as well.

****************************************Saturday**************************************

The first week of school passed by in a blur. I ignored Malfoy as much as possible, and when I did see him, I simply sent over a weak glare. That was nothing unusual, only the tone of it seemed off. It seemed almost mocking, instead of sincere hate. I didn't understand why, but I couldn't manage to be as moody with him all the time. I had been thinking since that Monday night, and the more I thought the more everything made sense to me. I hadn't tried to understand him before. I had just accepted that as the eldest child and only daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley, it was my duty to hate him. There was no other reason, but what had been drilled into my head since I was a little girl.

Seven-year-old Rose POV

I walked into the sitting room after school (my mommy insists that my brother and I go to muggle school in the years before Hogwarts, as she insists it helped her do better in her studies) and sat on the couch. My daddy was sitting in his special comfy chair that he keeps in the living room for his personal use only. He told me stories about when he was at Hogwarts. Not the scary ones about the war, my mum and Grandma Molly think all the children are too young to know, and the only one who has managed to get permission to tell us anything id Uncle Harry, and he only told us a few vague stories. No, my daddy's stories were mostly just about classes, good and bad teachers, and people. One person in particular, Draco Malfoy.

"Now Rosie, I'm going to tell you a story. When I was young, and going to Hogwarts, your mum, uncle Harry and I had lots of friends. But your Uncle Harry also had a school enemy, who your mum and I grew to hate as well. His name is Draco Malfoy, and he was nothing but a no-good ferret-boy coward the whole time we were at school. His father was a Death Eater, and in his sixth year he became one, too. He even tried to kill Albus Dumbledore. That boy was a horrible, cowardly, self-absorbed jerk. And I reckon he still is. Rosie, he has a son. His name is Scorpion, or something. That family has a history of naming their sons after slimy reptiles. That's because they're all evil little Slytherins. And very few good people ever came out of Slytherin House." I nodded along to what he was saying, intent on listening to his story. I found it strange that he never told me anything about the Malfoy boy when my mum was home, though, only when we were alone. It must be something else she wouldn't approve of.

"This boy, Malfoy's son, is your age and will most likely be in your year at Hogwarts. Make sure you beat him at everything, don't ever let him get an advantage over you. You have to make sure you come out better than him and show him and his pompous prat of a father that the Weasley's will always beat the Malfoys, no matter how dirty they play. Remember that, Rosie. I love you. Now go play with your brother, he's been missing you."

END FLASHBACK

My father had drilled me nearly every day since then on why I should hate the Malfoy boy, why I should always prove myself better than him. I then realized that my hatred of Scorpius had never had anything to do with him. I had just hated him because my father told me to. Who was he to tell me who to hate and who to be my friends? I decided just then what I was going to do. I was going to end this family feud once and for all and show my father that he was wrong.

Malfoys and Weasleys don't have to be enemies, and I'm going to prove it.

AN: yay! Another chapter! That's two in one day, I'm doing great. Let's see how long I can keep this up. Hope you guys like this one, I've tried to make it a bit more eventful than the others. I know it's short, but I got everything done. Let me know if you think I'm moving too fast, I just really want to get to the good stuff! I've got this story all planned out middle to end, it's just difficult getting there, so bear with me!

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