First of all,right now this story is rated K+, but it will eventually be T and M. But since I'm starting with First Year… Anyway this is my first story in English so let me now if there are any mistakes, since there probably will be.
And about sending hate, I don't really care if you do.
First Year
It all started when the Sorting Hat decided she was a Slytherin to the core (it had taken her years, but she had finally realised this was right), for it had barely touched her head, it shouted what she feared the most:
"SLYTHERIN!" said the Hat, leaving the whole Great Hall in a deafening silence.
Rose had to admit she had never been more afraid in such a short period of time before. Just five minutes ago her cousin Albus had ended up in the same house and, right now, James Sirius Potter looked just about to throw up.
The young redhead got up slowly, her scrawny knees trembling so much she feared she might fall down, and headed towards the infamous Hogwarts house's table.
Godric, what was she going to tell her parents?
Rose was trying hard not to cry. She finally took a sit between her cousin and a dark skinned boy her age who looked like he lacked modesty.
She had really messed up this time.
You see, being just eleven years old, Rose Weasley had managed to embarrass herself at least a hundred more times than the average human. Even for a child of Ronald Weasley, that was a record. There was one time when her mom took her to the Ministry and she had ended up "swimming" in the fountain. That had been three month ago.
But let's get back to the story.
Rose had gone from ashamed to incredibly furious. Why?
Who was more like it. Scorpius Malfoy.
He got to be in Gryffindor, the greatest house in Hogwarts, and she had to stick with soulsucker Slytherins?
The Hat is going decide because of your assets Rose, not your blood had murmured Hermione in her ear when she was saying goodbye this morning, so Ron couldn't hear her.
That's great mom! And thanks to that Al and I are now surrounded by future serial killers and zealots.
She had also told her not to prejudge but after all she was now a Slytherin, right?
"Rosie"
Suddenly, the flame-haired girl remembered she wasn't the only one scared, and that her cousin Albus Potter, was caught up in the same situation as her.
"Rose, don't. It's not his fault." the young Potter was looking at her with glassy green eyes. Yes, he had been just about to cry too.
"James doesn't seem too happy about it either" she replied
Albus rolled his eyes. Everyone knew how passionate James was.
"Sod James, you know his opinions are strictly based on quidditch, and, considering Scorpius Malfoy's muscles, it's not a surprise he's disappointed."
Turns out Malfoy was an exact copy of his father, all shoulders and legs, tall and slim, but his features were much more soft and kind, something Rose guessed he had gotten from his mother, whom she had never seen, actually. But what stuck out the most was the smile he was wearing and the way he just fit in between the other members of Gryffindor. He was talking to Frank Longbottom II enthusiastically
"If he keeps up like that he's going to get sent into Hufflepuff, and that would surely piss off Draco" it was the dark skinned boy from before,he was looking at her with warm brown eyes. "I'm Giles Zabini."
Rose had never heard that name before.
"Nice to meet you, Giles."
And that's how a lifetime friendship was born.
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After the food was served and everyone adapted to their new homes (Headmistress's words not Rose's) a prefect led the way to the Common Room, that was (charming!) down in the dungeons. Surprisingly, it wasn't cold inside, and despite it was a little dark, Rose found herself loving it (at that time she probably would have killed you if you knew that) because it was unique and twisted, just like herself.
Albus seemed to like it too, since he gasped and took her freckled hand in his.
"Well, I definitely wasn't expecting this" murmured Giles to her and her cousin.
"I know it's just so…" Rose suddenly couldn't find words
"Overwhelming" Finished Albus for her.
And it was. Although beautiful, Rose thought maybe the snakes carved into the marble columns were a little too much. There was also a big, shiny glass chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, and green leather sofas and armchairs. She loved it, this room, and in the next seven years it became her favourite place in Hogwarts.
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The next month was a little bit chaotic. With all her assignments, essays and violin practice, Rose barely had time for sleep, much less social life, though she still managed to make time for her best friends (Albus and Giles still didn't understand why she worked so hard. They were only first years for Merlin's sake!). But sometimes on the weekends, when Giles fell asleep on the couch in the common room, Albus finished and essay due to that Monday and she had no more work to do, she found herself exploring the castle and its gardens.
This time, she chose the gardens. She liked the contrast of the red roses and the green leaves, and had learned to love the grey sky that haunted Britain and started considering it silver. Sometimes she wished she could draw as well as she could play her violin. She didn't (seriously, she had tried sometimes and heads are not supposed to look like that).
Rose took a sit on a stone bench, opened her book and was about to start when she was suddenly interrupted.
"Excuse me" said a soft voice beside her.
She looked up and saw no other than Scorpius Malfoy staring directly at her.
"What?" Smooth as a Weasley, my dad would be proud
"It's just that you're sitting on my Transfiguration notes." He smiled innocently at her and she soon regretted her rudeness.
"Oh." Rose quickly sat up. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see them."
"It's was my fault anyway, I forgot them when I left and when I came back…"
The red-head's face heated up like an oven, and not because of the cold.
"Oh! My name is Scorpius, by the way."
The boy held out his hand and she shook it, hoping he would not mind her sweaty hands.
"Well, I kind of knew that already."
Scorpius' smile faded.
"Of course you did." He released her hand and his expression saddened.
"I-I'm not going to judge you because of your name,Scorpius."
"You're not?" the fact that the Gryffindor's voice sounded so hopeful made her incredibly mad at whoever had been unkind to him.
Instead of answering, she just smiled at him with all the confidence she could.
He seated on the bench and she joined him.
"Since my study evening is already ruined… What are you reading?"
Rose handed her classmate her book, A Tale of Two Cities.
"It's a muggle book!" Scorpius sounded so surprised that she just had to ask.
"You've never seen one before?"
"Not really, no. I've always lived surrounded by magic and pureblood traditions. And yes, it is just as boring as it sounds." At that Rose laughed.
"Well, muggles aren't exactly 'magic' (haha) but my grandparents said I would really enjoy this type of books."
"Your grandparents?" his confusion only lasted for a few seconds. "Oh, right. Sometimes I forget not everyone's family tree looks like mine."
"As long as you love your family and they love you back, I don't see why you should be so upset about them. Yes they are… peculiar and a little bit old-fashioned if you ask me" Rose was scared he might be offended until she him smirk. "but they're still your family."
She watched his cold breath turn into smoke for a few seconds until he said.
" we…could we see each other again?"
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It wasn't that he hadn't made enough friends, or that he needed help with any subjects (after all, he was getting Os at almost everything), but he just genuinely enjoyed Rose Weasley's company.
He knew none of his friends were going to complain. Gryffindor was full of Weasleys and Giles was a common friend. He was only a little bit worried about his father, who was still a little bit strict in some aspects, but when he mentioned their friendship to him in his latest letter, Draco only encouraged him and asked about Rose. Seriously, his father really confused him sometimes.
Anyway, today was Saturday, which meant he had to meet his Weasley friend on their place after lunch.
On the weekends the Great Hall wasn't so busy, so Scorpius sat on his usual place at the Gryffindor table and started eating.
"Scorpius!" someone shouted right on his ear, and he almost chocked with his pumpkin juice.
Alice Longbottom smiled at him innocently, but they both knew she had scared him on purpose.
"Merlin's beard Alice! I almost had a heart attack!"
You see Scorpius Malfoy not only had befriended Ron Weasley's daughter, but also Nevile Longbottom's.
His mom had laughed so hard.
Alice started playing with her dark hair.
Oh no. Draco had once told him girls did that when they were nervous or (Godric forbid) flirting.
"Are you doing something after lunch? Because…" Yep, she was flirting.
Don't get him wrong, Alice was nice and intelligent (and also very pretty, okay?), but he was just eleven and the last thing he needed was a girlfriend to distract him from his studies. No matter how pleased Astoria would be.
"Well I have…something like study group date." This wasn't exactly a lie, since Rose had promised to help him with a Herbology essay.
The young girl blushed embarrassed.
"Oh. Okay. See you anyway." If it wasn't for their friendship, Scorpius would have thought this was the last time he'd ever talk to Alice.
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The cold December air stuck Scorpius when he exited the castle towards the Gardens. He adjusted his red and gold scarf and buttoned his cloak.
When he arrived to their meeting spot, what he found startled him.
Rose was playing a sweet melody with a violin.
"Rose." She stopped to look at him. "I didn't know you played the violin."
His friend smiled at him.
"I do. I play in the Hogwarts Orchestra. Much better than Quidditch, if you ask me." She blushed before saying "Music is… very special for me. More than magic, even."
"Would you like to be a famous violinist?" the blonde boy asked out of pure curiosity, sitting on the bench.
She considered her answer before speaking, he noticed, because she frowned and remained silent for a while.
"Well… maybe. But I'm just eleven, I can't possibly know what I want to do for the rest of my life."
"I do."
At this Rose looked surprised and realised that he was about to make a confession, so she put her violin back in the case an sat down beside him.
"Tell me then."
"I want to be a healer. Well, I'd be more experimenting with counterspells and healing potions than treating actual patients. I want to save people on a great scale."
Rose patted his shoulder and Scorpius realised that this was the first time they had a moment this intimate and he wanted to remember every part of it.
"I think that's really cool, but you've got your whole life ahead of you. Some things may change."
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That night he walked back to the castle with Rose, helping her with her school bag while she carried her violin case. When they reached the Grand Staircase Rose kissed his cheek before returning to her Common Room.
He must've been blushing when he returned to the Gryffindor Tower, because James Potter started teasing him about it.
"Oi Scorpius! Study group huh? I doubt History of Magic is charming enough to make your face look like a tomato."
Fred Weasley punched James' shoulder.
"God James you already picked on enough First Years today. Give them a little rest." Scorpius would always like Fred better (for the rest of his life).
"Okay, okay." James threw his hands up in the air as if surrendering. "At least tell us who she was."
Roxanne, who was a very opinionated fourteen-year-old joined the conversation.
"James! I've already told you not to make assumptions. It could have been a guy."
"Sorry, you're right. Who was it anyway?" The oldest Potter sibling seemed very eager to know.
Considering Scorpius was a Gryffindor, which meant he was brave and loyal to his friends, he should have said something like ' I just met your little cousin Rose, whom you're very protective of and she kissed me on the cheek' instead what came out was:
"Why do you even care?"
"Rude." Said Fred, but none of them seemed offended but amused.
"Leave him alone you bullies."
God bless Alice Longbottom.
"He's just embarrassed because he tripped before coming in."
They didn't seem all that convinced but they left him alone.
"Anyway." Started James and Scorpius prepared himself again. "It's getting late, we should all go to bed. We Second Years have an oral Charms exam tomorrow."
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The first Quidditch match that year was Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor, a few weeks before the start of the holidays. It was snowing (you know, since it was December) and Albus and Giles had had to drag her out of the Common Room.
"Come on guys! It's freaking cold out there! Leave me and go!" she had begged
"No Rose!" They had insisted. "You will not miss your first Hogwarts quidditch match and that's final."
So now here she was, between rude, tall seventeen-year-olds who shouted right in her ear and her friends. At least she had Rae Blake, her best girlfriend, a muggleborn who had been sorted into Slytherin and now lived under the protection of Rose, because she knew how some of her fellow Slytherins could be.
Unfortunately Rae seemed as excited as everyone else.
"Oh my God!" she shrieked "Did you see that? That loop? I can't even stay in the air a few seconds without freaking out!"
Rose spotted her cousin Louis, one of the Ravenclaw beaters, just as he threw a bludger towards James that he managed to dodge expertly. She really hated the Potters graceful quidditch movements sometimes.
"Rose!" someone called out behind her.
She turned around and met Scorpius gray eyes. Some snowflakes had gotten caught in his platinum hair, and he was smiling at her. She was lucky her knees didn't give in in that exact moment.
"Scorpius!" she had to shout, so he could hear her over the crowd's noise. "I thought you would be in the Gryffindor section."
"I was. I just noticed your bored face with my binoculars, and thought I could keep you company."
"Uh…" why was she suddenly out of words? "Sure,why not?"
"Rose? Who's this?"
Suddenly Rae didn't seem that interested in the match.
"Rae, this is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius, this is Rae Blake."
They shook hands and started talking. If it wasn't because Rose knew how much Rae liked Giles, she would've thought her friend was flirting. Maybe she was. Who knew with muggleborns and their weird traditions.
"Hey." Scorpius noticed someone behind Rose "Is that Giles? With Albus Potter?"
As if he had heard them, Al turned his head and looked at them.
"Uhm, hello. I'm Scorpius."
"Albus."
They all stood awkwardly.
The Gryffindor crowd cheered louder and Rose saw James celebrating with the snitch in his hand.
That year's Christmas holidays Rose felt lonely. Sure, she had fun versing her dad at chess (and losing of course) and chasing her baby cousin Lucy, but she missed Hogwarts and her friends. She got a letter from Rae, who was staying at the castle, saying how beautiful the whole school looked and how big the Christmas tree was.
It wasn't until the last week of holidays that Rose heard from Scorpius. She was brushing her teeth before going to bed and changing into her warm pajamas. Just when she was about to get in bed she heard a knock on her window.
It was Cassiopea, Scorpius grey (silver, just like his hair, and his skin and his eyes) owl.
Rose quickly sat up and opened her window, letting her friend's messenger in.
The owl was holding a letter and a package. A Christmas gift.
Rose took both of them and gave Cassiopea a treat before she left.
The letter was inside of a green envelope, very fancy so the young girl opened it carefully.
Hey Rose!
You wouldn't believe where I've been! My parents took me to Paris!
Now I'm not trying to make you jealous (okay, maybe a little) but it was absolutely amazing. My sister nearly fainted when she saw the Eiffel Tower, but I've already told you Cedrella tends to overreact. I like Versailles castle better anyway, and the gardens, oh Rose the gardens. You'll have to see them with your own eyes to understand.
Christmas there is also different, I actually saw the sun!
Since I know how much you love originality I decided to buy you a Louvre souvenir.
Just kidding, open the present.
Merry Christmas!
Scorpius
P.S: You better not feel guilty for not buying me anything, Weasley
Rose was suddenly overwhelmed with love for her friend. How could someone be so sweet and caring? She was so going to buy him something, anyway.
She left the letter on her nightstand and started opening the present.
Oh. Oh my God, Scorpius.
He had bought her a book, Music through the History of Magic.
It had a black leather cover and the title was carved in gold, a drawing of a violin under it.
The whole book seemed so posh and delicate, she didn't even think she could open it much less actually read it.
But her curiosity won this time. It was even better than she had imagined.
The next morning her mother found her asleep with a new book on her face.
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"I told you not to buy me anything."
Rose had greeted him when she found him on the train with a hug and a present.
"Oh, please Scorpius. I never do what anyone tells me to do much less what you tell me to do. Just open it."
And he did.
"I get you liked my gift, then." Was all he could say.
"I asked my grandma to do it for you. Your present was very special for me and I wanted to give you something special too. Oh! And my grandpa said your welcome to come over whenever you want."
Rose had given him a Weasley jumper. It was red, with a gold S in the center.
"Hey guys!" Albus Potter seated down beside his cousin.
Scorpius could see how much Rose loved her best friend. Her big blue eyes seemed to shine whenever they were together, and Albus skin looked less pale. He wished he had someone he could love like that. Maybe he had already found that someone.