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Chapter 2:

The one thing Ron hadn't accounted for, however, was his daughter's temper. It was fabled among their family; if Rose was angry, you did your best to stay out of her way.

Unfortunately for the Weasley's that was not an option today. They lagged behind her as they made their way towards Platform nine and three quarter, none of them wanting to aggravate her. To the many other travelers gathered at the station, she looked perfectly content. It had been her brother who had noticed the way her hands were clenched around the trolley she was pushing and had warned his parents.

They had all expected it, having seen the article in the Daily Prophet the day before. One of the newer, less experienced journalists had published a piece suggesting that Rose had been trying to charm the Minister of Magic's son in order to secure a job high in the Ministry, which was, of course, nonsense. Rose hated handouts.

Hugo didn't envy the journalist, knowing that all too soon they would find their career dramatically shorter than they had anticipated. He had seen the scathing letter she has sent to the editor that very morning, who was on good terms with his sister. The idiot wouldn't last the day.

Once they entered the platform, they spotted the Potter family easily enough. Hugo shot his cousins a warning look as they approached and they looked at Rose in trepidation. They did not want to be the one to push her over the edge.

The family said their good byes quickly, all eyes on the smiling Rose. They knew she wouldn't show any anger under this much scrutiny. The moment they pulled from the station she would let them all know exactly what she was thinking, whether they wanted to or not.

Al couldn't help but sigh in relief when he saw a familiar blonde head make their way towards them. Scorpius was much better at handling Rose when she was angry than he was. He scurried away to find Mia, his girlfriend of two years before he could be roped into sharinga carriage with his best friends. Right now, he preferred his safety to their company. He smiled when he saw her trying to lug her heavy trunk aboard the train, lovingly the way she could barely lift it. Wordlessly, he took his wand from his pocket, muttering an incantation and levitating it aboard. She looked around quickly, trying to work out who was controlling her luggage. When she saw Al she felt a smirk cross her lips. He was always the hero. Her hero.

Scorpius sat across from Rose, waiting for the inevitable. He knew there was no point trying to get her to talk yet – she would only open her mouth when she was sure they were far enough away from the media.

As he had predicted, as soon as the train drew from the station lazily, she was on her feet.

"How dare she? What gives her the right?" She was pacing now, barely able to contain her anger.

He feigned boredom, idly checking his nails.

"You know, you were looking pretty close..."

"Excuse me? I talked to him. That's all. Can't a person even talk without all the crazy rumors?"

He listened to her ranting with a smile. It worked every time. He was the only one that dared to challenge her when she was like this, which had resulted in many an argument between them. To strangers, they probably looked like mortal enemies the amount the two of them fought.

He was shook from his reverie by the soft sound of Rose sitting down. She sighed audibly. Having shot all her anger at him, she was suddenly spent.

"Chocolate frog?"

And just like that, she was smiling again.

He loved it when she smiled that way, an honest smile, not the one she forced for the cameras. A part of him wished the world could see her the way he did but he knew that couldn't happen. She had lived this way for too long to change now. They both had.

The best they could do was snatch these moments, grasp reality as if it was the only thing keeping them afloat.