Chapter 1:
Rose's POV
A girl read in front of a warm fireplace as it crackled and popped. Her long wavy red hair fell like a glistening curtain around her face. She looked up and gazed tiredly into the red flames. She turned slowly and put down her book at the sound of a voice, "Rose... Rose... ROSE ANSWER me this minute!" She got up sharply, knocking over a wooden stool as she left the room in a rush, her red hair sailed out behind her and her shoes clicked precisely on the ground as she rushed away from the warm room.
"What mum?" Rose asked.
"Well I was going to ask if you were done packing, but I can see now that is was silly to ask," her mum responded.
Rose said nothing because it was silly to ask if she was done packing. She had pack for Hogwarts last week just like she always did. She and her mum stood there awkwardly until Rose turned on her heel and was about to leave the room when her mother's voice called her back. "Rose," Hermione said softly, "I can't believe that," she paused.
"What mum? You can't believe what?" Rose questioned sharply.
"Well that it's almost your last year. Only this one and next year," she said sadly.
"Well, I can," said Rose quickly wanting this conversation to stop. "Is Hugo ready to go yet? I can't be late."
"Yes," said her mum still sad, "He's almost ready and Rose," she paused again, "congratulations on being a prefect."
"Thanks," Rose said shortly as she left the room.
She walked upstairs running her fingers over the whorls on the handrail on one side and on the other she felt the ridges of the dark wood paneling on the wall. She stepped onto the landing and felt her shoes sink into the plush carpet. She padded down the mint green hallway and into her room. She walked in and went over to the mirror. Looking back at her was a tall slim girl. Red hair poured over her creamy shoulders and framed a delicate face, large blue eyes were fringed with long black lashes, a pert nose was enhanced with a plump pink heart shaped mouth, and high cheek bones accented elegantly broad shoulders. Her shoulders slimmed down into thin but toned arms. She was wearing a simple white button down blouse that stretched tightly over her breasts. A Hogwarts uniform skirt sat on her hips and swung flirtatiously around her perky butt when she walked. Her grey knee socks stopped at her knees exposing long milky legs. Finally, two inch black velvet pumps added on to her already 5'8 height.
She turned, satisfied with her image, and picked up a grey woolen trench coat that went down to her knee socks. She buttoned up the jacket hiding away what her dad would find scandalous, tied her hair up in a tight bun, put her pumps in her trunk, and put on simple black flats. She rolled her eyes at her actions but knew she had to do so otherwise she would never be able to leave the house.
She closed her trunk and pulled her wand out of her pocket. She fingered its smooth vine wood outside and felt the top where a single soft unicorn hair was peeping out. Then she pointed it at her trunk and muttered, "Reducio." She watched as the trunk shrank until it was small enough to fit in her palm. She scooped it off of the hardwood floor and put it in her pocket along with her wand. Next she grabbed her owl's cage off of her neat dresser. The owl was snowy white, not unlike the one her Uncle Harry always reminisced about, and had beautiful glowing golden eyes. Finally, Rose walked out of her room and shut the door softly. She walked down the hall to her brothers room. She peered cautiously inside his open door and saw her redheaded, pain-in-the-neck, younger brother lying on his bed, packed and ready, but asleep.
Finally, after standing there for a minute or two, she walked in quietly and pulled out her wand. Just when she was going to shoot a spell at him he grunted and woke up.
Hugo sat up quickly and noticed her wand, his eyes widened, and he groaned, "Rosie, really, you could have woke me up more nicely."
Rose smiled, "Yeah, I could have, but luckily I didn't have to. Let's go. I don't want to be late."
They walked down stairs to the kitchen and greeted their parents.
"Hey, Mum," said Hugo.
"What about me?" Ron joked.
"Hey, Dad," responded Hugo smiling.
"You both ready to go?" their dad asked.
Rose stayed quiet, but nodded, uncomfortable and impatient. She wanted to go and see her friends. She did not want to be quiet little Rosie anymore. She wanted to party.
"Alright, let's apparate. Hugo come with me, Rose go with your mother," her dad decided.
Rose grabbed her mother's arm and waited in apprehension of the sickening feeling of being shot through a straw. Suddenly they were gone from her house, it was pitch black, and she being twisted upside down, sideways, and pressed inward all at the same time. With a pop they landed behind a pillar in King's Cross Station. Rose disentangled herself from her mum and walked through the stone barrier that lead to platform nine and three-quarters. Mist rose up and about and the excited voices of people seeing their friends again filled her ears. She started walking toward the train when her mother grabbed her arm suddenly.
"Wait until we see Ron and Hugo before you leave, even though we are not all on the best of terms does not mean you can leave without saying bye," her mother ordered.
Rose nodded mutely. Her father and Hugo suddenly walked through the gates and onto the platform. She walked quickly over.
"Bye Dad, see you at the feast Hugo," she said sharply to them both before leaving quickly to board the train. She hoisted herself up and hurried to a compartment at the back of the train. She went in enlarged her trunk to its full size, took off her coat, took out her shoes, placed her coat in her trunk and her shoes on her feet. Next, she let her locks out of their restricting bun. She closed her trunk just in time for the compartment door to bang open noisily. Rose turned away from the window where she was putting on lip gloss and saw her least favorite person of all time: Scorpius Malfoy. She frowned, sending her angelic features into wrinkled disarray.
"What do you want?" she fired at him.
"Nothing. Do I look like I want something?" Scorpius asked coolly.
"N-no," stuttered Rose, not sure how to respond.
"At a loss for words, Weasley? That's unusual."
"Is that really the way to talk to your best friend's cousin?"
"Well, not in most cases but in yours it is," he fired back.
"Ooh, ouch," said Rose rolling her eyes.
"Guys, cut it out," said a voice from behind Scorpius. A short boy with black hair and bright green eyes stepped around Scorpius and smiled at them both. "You guys need to get along this year. Please this is the last year-"
"Albus!" Rose exclaimed.
"Never mind. Just get along," he recovered.
"Al, what were you about to say?" Scorpius asked curiously.
"Nothing, just that you need to get along."
"Okay," said Scorpius skeptically, deciding to let it go.
"Al, I need to go," Rose said hurriedly, desperately wanting this conversation to end. "I want to find Jasmine before the prefect meeting. She left quickly, the door banging shut behind her.
Scorpius' POV
"What's she in such a tiff about?" asked Scorpius.
"Nothing," Albus said, but Scorpius watched him curiously. The black haired Potter squirmed uncomfortably on the seat under his best friends scrutiny.
"Okay, fine. It's something, but really only Rose should tell you!" Albus burst out breaking under the pressure from Scorpius' stare. Scorpius only hmmed in agreement and decided to change the topic.
"So are we ready to have the first party of the year?" he said excitedly.
Albus, always the party man, replied, "Yeah, am I getting the firewhiskey?"
"Yeah, I got it for the end of the year party last year, so it's only fair if you do it this time," Scorpius reasoned.
"Okay, I'll deal with it, but you have to find the room of requirement."
"Of course, it's our party, not just the Albus Potter party!" exclaimed an indignant Scorpius. Rose returned with Jasmin, ending the conversation.
"Up," said Rose, flicking her fingers at Scorpius, indicating she wanted the seat for her and her friend. Scorpius just smirked. Who did she think she was just ordering him around?
"No way Weasley," Scorpius said lazily. "You can't just flick your fingers and make me move."
"Oh yeah? Watch me," she responded. The stunning red head in front of him flicked her fingers once more and a strange purple light issued from them, levitating him and dropping soundly on his butt on the other seat with a thump. Rose smirked and sashayed across the small compartment to sit across from him, she pulled Jasmin behind her. Scorpius said nothing, not wanting to admit defeat and studied the two girls in front of him. Jasmine was a small girl with chocolate eyes, skin and hair. She was quite curvy but covered it up with sweaters and coats. Rose on the other hand had creamy skin, huge eyes that looked like pools of blue water, and long athletic arms, legs and torso. Despite her athletic body, she had surprisingly big breasts. Oh damn. Scorpius, stop thinking about her, he thought angrily.
"Scorpius," said Albus in an annoyed tone, obviously angry at having to repeat his name, "I asked you if you were game?"
"Game for what?" he asked dazedly. He looked around the compartment and noticed Rose smirking at him. Shit! Did she notice where he was looking?
"For the party?" Albus continued oblivious to what was happening between his best friend and his cousin. "Do you still want to have it even though Ash won't be there?"
"Yeah, sure" Scorpius responded dragging his gaze slowly off of Rose.
"Oh, fuck!" Rose said nervously looking at her watch. "The prefect meeting starts in two minutes and it's at the front of the train."
"Oh yeah, we should go," Scorpius said unenthusiastically.
"You're a prefect!" said Rose disgustedly. "What nice a surprise."
The two hurried down the train corridor leaving Jaz and Al alone in the compartment. There were kids standing in the corridor as Scorpius and Rose rushed down it. As they came closer to the front of the train, Scorpius saw his friends from Slytherin in the corridor and stopped for a moment to say hi, but Rose started tugging on his sleeve. He stuck his head into the compartment where is girlfriend Ashley would be and he saw her snogging the hell out of his buddy, Landon Zabini. They broke apart gasping and Ash sat on Landon's lap to cover him up for obvious reasons. Scorpius looked at them in contempt and Rose looking over his elbow frowned, probably at the lack of clothing on the two. Ash had only a lacy green bra on and it was slid sideways, squashing one of her very large breasts into Landon's bare chest. As they both breathed in and out her breast quivered and jiggled. She wore a matching green thong on the bottom, lace only covering the very front of her. They both looked nervously at Scorpius waiting for his reaction. Scorpius found the whole thing very funny and started laughing. Honestly, he was tired of Ashley. She was just fun to fool around with, and not very good to talk to. Seeing as he was laughing, the two sitting in the compartment looked at him curiously.
"Landon," he gasped out in between laughs, "you can have her. Stop looking scared, she was just a good fuck." A silent look of relief passed over their faces and then Ashley started getting mad.
"Just a good fuck!" she exclaimed. "Not even great!" Then Rose started tugging his shirt again.
"While this was highly amusing, Malfoy, I would really prefer not to be late to our first prefect meeting." He frowned but agreed. As they were leaving, he looked back, before the compartment door swung closed, and saw that Landon and Ash had picked up their previous activities again.