She sighed as Fred and George Weasley made their way through the crowd, running as if they were in a huge hurry. A sharp elbow in her side had her looking over, finding a housemate of hers standing in line beside her, smirking in amusement.

"It tends to go smoother if the infatuated party speaks to the object of their infatuation at least once.. I really don't get you, Rosalia.. You can flirt with nearly any boy you want to.. Yet you even think you see Fred Weasley, it's almost like your brain turns to mush or something."

The Italian brunette shrugged and watched him shoving his way to the front of the line, a soft smile filling her lips for a brief moment as she muttered something in her native tongue and then said to her friend Melody, "For your information, Melody.. This year, I'm going to finally do something about it."

"And we have this discussion in line for the train every year at the start of the year." Melody chorused in boredom, giving the ginger male her friend was apparently so enraputed by a dismissive once over. "He's so.. Childish." she muttered dismissively as Rosalia shrugged and then said "Only to someone with a stick up their arse."

"I do not have a stick up my arse, Rosalia. I just do not see the attraction where that.. That Weasley is concerned. I mean you could have anyone almost. And you want the most frustrating, not to mention dirt poor boy in this school.. And did I mention that when you two do talk, it never goes well? He obviously dislikes you."

Rosalia muttered quietly, "Thanks.. That helped so very much, Melody. So very much. Just remind me that he hates me and kill my entire resolve to finally make a proper move before I've even done it." as Melody smiled and said calmly, as if she were lecturing a child almost, "Better now than when you've done it, and he's laughing his arse off at you. Or making fun of you. Or worse, it does work out for you and your mum finds out just who he is."

At the mention of her mother, Rosalia rolled her eyes, lapsed into her native tongue again then sighed. Her mother was nothing if not a snob. Considering her mother while having always been well off, was a Muggle, her father was the Pureblood and also quite well off, Rosalia didn't understand the majority of her mother's snobbery, but she never said anything, she didn't want to fight with her only living parent after all.

"Did you hear? We're hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year! Meaning.. " Melody started, but trailed off and rolled her eyes when she saw that again, Rosalie was staring at Fred intently, not paying a bit of attention to what she was saying.. "Ahem.. Do you not hear me, Rosalia?"

"The TriWizard Tournament, wow.. Like it doesn't happen every 3 or 4 years or something." Rosalia murmured as she licked her lips and said to her housemate, "Continue?"

"Viktor Krum, Rosalia.. The boy your mum was trying to get you to go for tea with. He'll be here. He's in Durmstrang."

"And? I'm supposed to be happy? The guy was a git in the worst way possible. Besides.. I don't feel anything for him." Rosalia complained as Melody rolled her eyes and then muttered "And here she goes again with all that romantic nonsense." to herself.

Truthfully, Melody only bothered with Rosalia because their mothers were old friends and Melody, being older, felt like she should at least try and watch over the younger girl. Which wouldn't be such a pain if she weren't so headstrong, if she weren't so determined to act out against the way they'd been bought up, among some of the richest Muggles society had to offer.

Like the Purebloods, there were elitist Muggles. Proudly, Melody counted herself among those. They were at the bottom of the foodchain, but not the absolute bottom. That's where the common Muggles like Hermione Granger and loads of others they had the misfortune of attending school with came about.

Rosalia on the other hand, well, she snubbed their ways with disdain. Like her infatuation with dirt poor Fred Weasley, a boy who'd probably never grow up and most certainly wouldn't actually make something of himself. And her wild ways, the way she dressed, and the people she liked to hang around with when Melody wasn't watching her every move.

Truth be told, Melody suspected that Fred returned Rosalia's feelings, but Melody of course, inserted herself every time they had an encounter, and the outcome was more often than not Fred grumbling and swearing at Rosalia who was swearing right back at him in Italian, which she also did a lot. Melody basically saw to it that Rosalia did nothing stupid to ruin her mother's name.

"Did your mum take you to Fashion Week?" Melody asked as they walked past the Weasley twins and onto the train. With a laugh, Rosalia shook her head and said "I went with my uncle to an archaelogical dig in the rainforest. So much better."

"It's the bloody jungle.. With heat and mosquitos and snakes and Merlin knows what else. What's fun about that?" Melody asked with a roll of her eyes as Rosalia rolled her eyes right back and snapped "Don't you have friends?" impatiently.

Finally, when the train was boarded, Melody found her real friends, a group of equally snobby girls she always associated with and sat with them, leaving Melody in a train cab all by herself. She took out a fashion magazine and crossing her legs at the knee, she stretched them over the bench, after first shedding the heels she wore with her outfit.

Leaning back and squeezing her eyes shut, her last huge argument with her mother bugged her and she sighed, raked her hands through her hair.

She just didn't like her mother's rules, or the things she had to do to make her mother happy. She didn't like the sheltered life she'd been raised in. She hated being restrained, and she hated being told that she couldn't fall for the man she chose to fall for.

This year, she'd already decided, she was going to make some much needed changes. She was going to go completely against everything she'd been raised to do, she was going to go crazy if she chose to do it. Seeing red hair walk past the cab she sat in, she stood and muttered to herself, "Now to do this without Melody the Snob seeing and tattling like a big baby." before slipping out, catching up to the red haired male quickly, tapping his shoulder.

Fred turned around and eyed the Slytherin with amusement. "Yes?" he asked, studying her, waiting on her to say something. Rosalia's heart pounded in her ears and beat like it'd run out of her chest at any second, and she smiled a little, grabbing hold of his hand, pressing a rose shaped milk chocolate into it, winking cheekily, muttering something in Italian and slinking away.

Fred looked down at his hand, then watched the retreating brunette with curiousity. "What the hell was that about, I wonder." he muttered to himself as he unwrapped the chocolate candy and popped it into his mouth, promptly choking when his twin brother snuck up on him and said with a smirk, "What'd the little princess want?"

"Gave me candy." Fred muttered as he shrugged off the entire incident. He'd sort of written her off a long time ago, about their 2nd year, when she and he got into it during a class about something petty and stupid.

Of course, he still had to admit, he rather enjoyed watching her when she wasn't looking, and yes, he did like her. He just wasn't stupid enough to admit it to her or anyone else. Not and be the laughingstock of her rich and rather annoying friends of course.

Because he knew that with his luck, that's what would happen.

"And you bloody ate it, Fred? She's a Slytherin, might I remind you? As in evil?" George asked, grumbling when he realized that yet again, his twin brother was watching the Slytherin brunette.

"So.. are we ready to test the latest invention?" Fred asked seconds later, breaking his daze to look at his brother, excited. George chuckled and nodding said "I believe so, brother. I do believe so. If it works, looks like we might just be entering ourselves in the Tournament, yeah?"

The twins smirked at each other and grabbing their things, prepared to get off the train, start a new year at Hogwarts. A year that they figured would be a lot of their usual pranks and mischief.

Fred's gaze followed the brunette Slytherin as she slunk past. He still puzzled over why she gave him the candy on the train.. Especially considering all the times they'd fought in the past, the way they seemed to strongly dislike one another. As he watched her, he found himself wondering if it were possible to actually like someone that you always considered an enemy of sorts, even if it weren't actually directly her own fault, it was mostly her friends. Then he shrugged it off and shoved the thought as deep down in his brain as it'd possibly go.

Because there was just no way he was going to get close to one of the Slytherins. He'd resisted his feelings for her this long, he'd had them about 3rd year or so, he reasoned that he could hold out until she wasn't a temptation anymore.