Chapter 4: Tell me why
(Rose's pov)
I really had hoped that Albus would have soon realized that Malfoy couldn't be trusted, but no such luck. I had already sent a letter home to my parents, but left out the part about Albus being friends with Malfoy. A day later, however, I decided to write a letter to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny explaining the situation.
Dear Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny,
How are you? As I assume Al's already told you we both got sorted into Gryffindor, which made both of us extremely happy. I've made friends with two girls from my dorm, Sahara Thomas and Alana Finnegan. The other two girls aren't too friendly, though, I'm not sure why.
Everything going good here at Hogwarts, except for the fact that Albus has befriended that Malfoy boy Dad warned us about. Sure, Malfoy is in Gryffindor with Al and I, but that doesn't make a difference to me. Can you ask Al not to be friends with Malfoy, because I don't trust him? Not at all. Why would you let your own son be friends with a Malfoy?
Love from your niece, Rose.
I sealed the envelope containing my letter and chose and owl from the owlery to send it to them. Uncle Harry replied very quickly, but it wasn't the response I was expecting.
Dear Rose,
Ginny, Lily, and I are fine. How about yourself? Congratulations on being sorting into Gryffindor. All of us back home are extremely proud of you and Al. I'm glad the two of you are enjoying your time at Hogwarts.
Speaking of Albus, I will not forbid him from being Scorpius's friend because I believe he should be allowed to be friends with whomever he wants to be friends with. I think the only reason your father warned you about Scorpius was because your mother, father, and I didn't get along very well with Scorpius's father, Draco, when we were in school. But the thing is, Rose, people change, and not everyone is exactly like their parents. Take your Granddad Weasley and your father for example. Granddad Weasley and your father are father and son, yet while Granddad Weasley loves everything that has to do with muggles, your father is more interested in Quidditch. I don't expect you to necessary be best mates with Scorpius, but I do expect that you respect Al's choice in friends, and he will do the same.
Love,
Uncle Harry
I sighed. Following Uncle Harry's advice would be hard to know, but I would certainly try. It doesn't mean that I have to agree with it.
(Scorpius's pov)
During the second week of school, Gryffindor's Quidditch captain, sixth-year keeper, Ryan Wood, held Quidditch tryouts. If he kept all of the current players, only the positions of the two beaters were available, but Albus's brother James, and their cousin Fred, who were in their second and third years, didn't care. They wanted to play Quidditch so badly it didn't matter what position they played. That Saturday afternoon was a beautiful day, so Albus, Rose, and I sat in the stands to support them. Both James and Fred did very well in every position, but it seemed that Ryan was sticking with his old teammates.
After the tryouts were finished, Albus said, "I'm going to go congratulate James and Fred."
"I'll come with you." Rose said, and stood up to follow him.
I decided that now was the time to ask the question I had been wondering about since the first day of school. "Rose, wait!" I called.
Rose spun around. "What, Malfoy?" she snapped.
I looked over Rose's shoulder to silently tell Albus he should continue on without her before I replied, "I just can't figure out what you have against me. Ever since the train ride here you've been pushing me away, when I'm only trying to be your friend."
Rose sighed. "It's not that I don't like you, Malfoy. I just don't trust you!"
"Why not?" I demanded to know. "What have I ever done to you?"
Rose hesitated. "Nothing…"
"Then why don't you trust, me?" I asked, getting extremely frustrated.
"Because you're a Malfoy!" Rose snapped.
"That's not a good reason!" I argued. "You don't even know my family, and you're judging me just because of my last name?"
"I may not know, them, but my parents know your father, and my dad says to stay away from you because of it."
"Do you always do what your daddy tells you?" I asked.
"No… well, yes…." Rose answered slowly. "But it's only because he knows what's best for me."
"So, basically, your daddy's spoiled, perfect, little angel." I said in a mocking voice.
That made Rose really mad. "I am not!" she spat. "At least I'm not the child of death eaters, who should be in Azkaban! No wonder no-one spoke to you on the train beside Albus!"
"How dare you." I whispered, and brushed past Rose, not bothering to say, "Excuse me."
"Malfoy, wait a minute –" Rose began, but I interrupted her.
I spun around and stared Rose directly in the eyes. " No, I will not wait a minute. I'm being the bigger person and walking away before I say something hurtful, like you did to me. I think you should do the same."
I was tired of trying to be Rose's friend when she refused to accept me. If this is the kind of relationship she wanted to have with me, this is the kind of relationship she would get.
Author's note: Sorry this chapter's so short. Please review, anyways, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks. :)