A/N: Thanks to Marrou for eyeing my mistake. Being North American, I'm not accustomed to how UK school systems work. My sincerest apologies.

Here's a revised version of the chapter.

Storm's A Brewin'.

September came quickly, and before Scorpius Malfoy knew it, he found himself standing in the midst of a crowd of hustling and bustling families on Platform 9 3/4 with his parents and his younger sister by four years, Lyra. He could hear his parents talking to him, but he was not paying much attention. He was busy scanning the crowd, looking for any familiar faces, particularly the Goyle brothers, Porter Parkinson, and Holden Zabini.

"This is your last year, boy. You better make this count, and when I say make this count, I mean take that Weasley's girl's place at the top spot of every class." Draco demanded coolly. Sighing, Scorpio nodded without looking at his father. Draco had the mindset of a typical Malfoy, and it was to be the best at everything, and when you knew you could not do so, just pretend you were and boast about it. In the past Scorpius adopted his father and his grandfather's views but as he grew older he realized that there really was not a lot of clarity in this point of view, and that it was about time he set about to find his own path...though it was a little irritating that a girl, Rose Weasley out of all girls actually, was beating him in every class, but then again, was second place really so bad?

"Scorpius dear, your hair. Whatever happened to it? It used to be so nice…" Astoria, his mother, was reaching out towards his wayward blonde locks and the moment Scorpius felt her fingertips brushing against it he jumped back a foot or two as if her touch burned.

"Please mother, I'm not a child. I can take care of myself." He protested, ignoring Lyra's giggling. He glared an icy grey glare at his younger sister, but it did not shut her up at all. She looked nothing like him, who inherited her mother's swaying black hair and her heart shaped face. The only thing they had in common was their father's metal grey eyes.

"If you can take care of yourself then surely your hair would look neater than it is now." Draco commented dryly. Scorpius rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. When he was younger he kept his white-blond hair slicked back in a style that mimicked his father's, but as he grew he adopted more of a 'wear it as it is' hairstyle and now it looked as if he just got out of bed. It was untidy, but in a fashionable sense, and on the plus side, it could not possibly be as disheveled looking as that Potter boy's hair. How that boy managed to get his hair to look like that, only Merlin knew.

"Oh, the train is about to leave. You two better get a move on." Astoria pointed out. The Hogwarts Express was gathering up steam, and the remaining students were rushing to get into the train. Lyra was already making her way inside, and Scorpius began to follow suit. Before clambering inside he took one last look at his father, who nodded curtly. The young man nodded back, a light squirming settling in his stomach. He only just realized how much he resembled him.

I'll try my best not to let you down. He thought weakly as he stepped inside. The train was alive with conversation, mostly first years talking animatedly about what house they wanted to be sorted in, or myths about the school and whatnot. He smirked, then remembered suddenly that he was Head Boy and that he was supposed to meet up with the other houses for some kind of meeting.

Bloody-

"Scorpius?"

Rose? No, her voice was higher. He spun around only to see Porter Parkinson's sixth year sister, Patricia. He felt his eye twitch and he tried his best to look happy for her. She was not great to look at, and she was a little annoying. He miserably remembered her following him nearly everywhere last year, trying to do Merlin knows what.

"Oh, hullo Patricia. Nice to see you again. How was your summer?" He asked politely as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Patricia's cheeks seemed to flush pink, he had no idea why, and she placed her hands behind her back. Her gaze was averted to the floor.

"It was good." She said with a giggle. Scorpius cleared his throat and shifted his gaze to the side, clearly uncomfortable. He needed some sort of an outlet, a distraction…

"Oi! Malfoy! That you? You're needed over here!"

He sighed in relief, but not too loudly so Patricia would not hear him, and he pretended to look forlorn.

"Looks like I have to take off. See you in school Patricia." He said quickly, and proceeded to the farthest compartment down the hall to the left. He swiftly opened the door to greet the seventh year prefects from the other houses. Lorcan Lovegood from Ravenclaw was reading the Quibbler upside down in a far corner, while his prefect counterpart Mina Chang stared with a raised eyebrow from the seat across from him. Hufflepuff prefects Walter Muntz and Cassandra Peralta were playing some kind of Muggle card game with each other. The now lone Slytherin prefect, Tatia Schultz, was sitting beside them with her arms crossed, stubbornly quiet. She noticed Scorpius coming in and she inclined her head, smiling up at him. He distractedly smirked back. He stopped himself, suddenly realizing that there had to be a Head Girl in all of this somewhere...

Scorpius turned his head to the other corner of the small compartment, only to see that only one of the Gryffindor prefects were present. Albus Severus Potter had grown over the years, and he looked almost exactly like his famous father, just without the scar and rounded glasses. Albus was skinny and tall (though not as tall as Scorpius) and a little gangly looking. He was sitting patiently by the window with a far off look on his face, possibly waiting for the Head Girl to arrive. Scorpius had a feeling it was-

"Sorry I'm late! Brothers and sisters kept me for a moment. We can start now, if you'd like."

Scorpius spun on his heel to face the newcomer. He stood, motionless for a few long seconds, staring with unreadable eyes. Rose Weasley was staring back, her eyebrow raised in confusion. She was pretty, he had to admit. No girl in Slytherin could amount up to her, he did not care what his father had to say. She certainly grew over the summer, she was probably up to his shoulder by now (it was an improvement from last year). She was slim, but she curved in just the right places (he slapped himself mentally for thinking that, but then he told himself that her choice of clothing gave that away, so it was not entirely his fault). Her hair was no longer the bushy mess it used to be from their childhood. As they grew into their teens it smoothed out into a thick wave of soft curls that rippled gracefully past her shoulders. He also noticed that the colour was a mix of her parents': not really a flaming red or a rich brown, but more of a deep bronze or copper.

But the part he probably loved (yes, Scorpius Malfoy loved) most had to be her eyes. They seemed to have darkened over the years. He remembered how they used to be, on the first day he met her, when they were a bright sky blue. Now they were a beautiful shade of navy. Two pairs of glimmering sapphires.

It was as if he found himself drowning in them whenever he looked at her.

Then, her soft, full lips parted ever so lightly, ready to speak...

"Oh great, you're Head Boy?" She muttered, and that killed everything. Hot fury bubbled inside his chest, and he clamped his eyes shut to contain himself. After a slow minute, he reopened them, and put on his most relaxed expression. Inside, his chest felt like it was going to implode.

"Surprised to see you here myself, Weasley." He said flatly, crossing his arms. Rose rolled her eyes and moved around him to sit beside her lanky cousin. He sat beside Tatia, who seemed overwhelmed at the fact that Scorpius Malfoy was sitting at such close proximity. When he took that into consideration, he scooted a few inches away for safety.

"Be thankful Daddy can pull a few strings for you, otherwise you wouldn't have to feign surprise." Rose said from the other side of the compartment. Those words grated against Scorpius' veins, and they hung over the air in an awkward silence.

My father has no say in anything. I've done everything for myself. He didn't do anything for me. He was the one who had the strings pulled for him.

He gave her a nasty glare, probably one of the worst ones he had ever given in his seven years at Hogwarts. It was so intense that everybody in the room noticed and felt its burn. Rose sat quietly, taken aback for a second or two. It was clear that she was intimated somewhat, but he knew her better than that. She did not back down.

"So, the meeting. What are we gathering here for this morning?" She pressed on casually, avoiding his gaze. Her voice was a little shaky He smirked and leaned back against his seat, feeling triumphant. Beside him, Tatia was giggling as if to agree with him. Inside, he couldn't help but feel like banging his head against the wall. He was Head Boy, and Rose Weasley was Head Girl.

It was going to be a hell of a long year.

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Damn you, Scorpius. You and your stupid intensified glares.

And out of all things, why did he have to be appointed Head Boy?

The meeting ended half an hour ago, and Rose was back in her compartment with her various brothers and sisters with a splitting headache. Being the oldest of five siblings had its disadvantages, especially when all of your younger siblings were going to the same magical boarding school as you were. She now had fifteen year old Hugo, thirteen year old fraternal twins Randy and Mandy, and twelve year old Jane to look after. The day Jane was born, her mother's words were plain and simple:

"There will be a time when all of you will be at Hogwarts, and when that time comes, they will be your responsibility."

Jane was not much of a hassle-in fact Jane was a lot like her and their mother, so she was hardly any trouble at all, even when she was a baby. Mandy was not so much of a bother either, only when she was not with her twin brother. Basically it was the boys who gave Rose headaches.

Boys.

Speaking of boys, Rose rubbed her temples with her index and middle fingers, her deep blue eyes shut tight. Vivid memories of the recent compartment meeting flooded her sore brain, particularly the image of a certain grey-eyed stare. Jane peered up from her old handed down copy of Hogwarts: A History and eyed her oldest sister worriedly.

"What's wrong, Rosie?" She asked, setting the large book on her lap. Rose opened her eyes slowly and ran a hand through her thick hair.

"Nothing major, Jane. Just a headache, that's all. Go back to reading your-oh, is that the one I gave you?" She asked, looking at the book's title. Jane raised a skeptical eyebrow, knowing that it was more than just a headache.

"Maybe you should go out and walk around for a bit. Get some...er, fresh air. It might help a little." Jane suggested as she leaned over to slide the compartment door open.

"Hey, where're you going? Are you looking for the sweet trolley?" Randy called out from behind.

"Can you fetch us a box of chocolate frogs?" Hugo asked.

"Oh, and maybe some licorice too…" Mandy added on.

"She's not getting any sweets, you lot! She's just going for some fresh air!" Jane shouted at her older siblings. She gently pushed Rose outside.

"I'll take care of everything from here. You run along now." Jane said with a sweet smile. Rose smiled weakly and bent down to give her youngest sister a hug.

"Thanks Jane. I won't be gone too long." She said merrily as she began her walk. Jane waved one last time before closing the compartment door. It was not exactly quiet in the hall, but it surely was quieter than the compartment she was sharing with her brothers and sisters. She felt her headache lifting already as she took a few steps, passing the first few compartments.

"So what was the meeting all about, Malfoy?"

The hair on the back of Rose's neck stood up at the mention of Scorpius' name. She stood stock still and tried to register where the source of the voice came from.

"Nothing important. Just something about how I have to help escort the stupid first years and whatnot. Why?"

She moved closer to the right and leaned against the compartment door, looking through a slit in between the slides. She could see Scorpius sitting casually, staring contemptuously at somebody, most likely one of his Slytherin cronies.

She never understood how boys worked. When they were eleven she was at least three inches taller than him. Now that they were almost seventeen, he was nearly a head over her in height. Unlike her cousin Albus, who was practically skin and bones, Scorpius filled out some, having an athletic-like build under that all black attire (she inwardly cursed herself for making that observation). His hair, which was as pale as his complexion, was in a casual disarray, and it suited him. His piercing grey eyes looked as if they could burn a hole through anything. His sharp features looked exaggerated under the light.

"Oh, well, I heard that Tatia Schultz was at that meeting too."

"Well, yes. She's the Slytherin prefect, you dolt. What's your point?"

"What do you mean by that, Malfoy? It's Tatia Schultz we're talking about here! Have you seen her face?" That was Holden Zabini's voice.

"Why yes, yes I have. I've managed to stumble across it once or twice." Scorpius replied unconcernedly. Rose giggled softly and held a hand to her mouth to stifle it. Tatia Schultz was pretty, she could not help but admit that. The lovely pureblooded brunette had transferred from Beauxbatons in second year and ever since then she had been trying to get Scorpius' attention, but had failed miserably for some reason. Scorpius' ignorance towards her had become somewhat of a running gag throughout the years.

"Say, did you hear that?" Asked Porter Parkinson. Rose immediately took a step back. They probably heard her somehow. She took a few more steps back and began to walk away, pretending that she was never there. She bounded down the hallway and turned the corner. Moments later she heard the compartment door slide open. She pressed herself against the wall and suppressed a laugh.

"Rose? What are you doing out here?"

Rose shrieked, startled, and turned around, only to see Albus staring back at her. He motioned for her to settle down.

"Sorry, you startled me." She said sheepishly, peering around the corner. The compartment door was closed. Albus shook his head and grabbed her by the arm, leading her down the hall.

"Why aren't you with your brothers and sisters? Aren't you supposed to be watching them?" He asked. Rose cursed inwardly and shook free of Albus' grasp.

"Oh bugger-that's where I'm supposed to be. Thanks for reminding me, Al. I'll see you around." She said hurriedly, and proceeded to walk back to her compartment. Albus hesitated for a moment, stopping her in her tracks.

"Um, d'you mind if I join you? Lily's with Lysander and-"

"Of of course you can, Al. You know you don't need to ask." Rose replied with a smile. Albus smiled back and began to follow her down the narrow corridor. As they continued their walk back, they passed Scorpius' compartment, and Rose could not help but feel a pair of grey eyes staring at her through the doors.

Just you wait, She thought deviously as she slid open the door for Albus to enter. School's got a lot more in store for you than you think.