The End

I look up from my sweaty and clammy hands to see Scorpius looking up at Headmaster Longbottom with a look on his face that I'm guessing is meant to be guilt. What he pulls off is a 16 year old boy trying so hard not to laugh he looked like he might piss his pants at any moment. Professor Longbottom doesn't seem to notice this as he continues his never-ending rant. "This is the third time this month! It is not acceptable and is NOT what is expected of our Hogwarts students, ESPECIALLY you two. Now go to bed, and you can forget about the feast." I stand up and look at my feet shamefully as I walk out the room. As soon as the door creaks shut Scorpius bursts into laughter. "REALLY" I yell. "REALLY? You turned everyone in the Great Hall BALD?" He's still laughing.

I decide to take action. "This"-smack-"isn't"-smack-"funny"-smack-"You humongous ARSE" -whack. Nice hit Rose, nice hit. Despite my incredible boxing skills, Scorpius doesn't seem affected at all by this round of smacking is now laughing harder. Deciding this isn't working I take a different approach.

"Scorpius" I start,

"Rose." He retorts.

"Malfoy" I say, my voice on the verge of cracking.

"Weasley" He finalises. What a prick.

"I'm never going to became pass next year if you keep pulling me into your stupid, childlike pranks. The next thing you know they'll be choosing Lucy Bones for Head girl. She's smart and stuff but god, she looks like a pile of dung and has the social skills of a- a- a rat!"

"Ms Weasley, some consider it unkind to associate there fellow classmates with rodents- OUCH" I throw a good hit at his arm, which he deflects.

"Aren't you a feisty one!" he retorts with no anger in his voice, more like sarcasm.

"Serves you right you- you- you stupid-uh- um- well- ugh DOG!" Crap. I sound like a five year old trying to take down his older brother.

"You stupid dog. Of all the insults in the world you pick 'you stupid dog'." He sighs, his blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"Oh shut up. If you keep acting like this you could get us expelled." I yell and decide that I'll find peace in my dormitory. Scorp doesn't chase after me and thank god for that.

Walking back I can't help but laugh at the prank Scorp pulled. I mean the whole school went BALD for merlins sake. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do- look concerned when really wanted to pee my pants watching some girls deal without hair- especially Clair Midgen. I won't say much but I will say that while bald, Ms Midgen most closely relates to that of the toad species. Scorp can be annoying sometimes but he can pull of some pretty good pranks. The only problem seems to be that he drags me into EVERY one of them. I suppose it was suspicious that he and I were the only people in the great hall with a full head of hair.

"Hey Rosie-Posie" says a familiar voice from what seems like out of nowhere, disrupting my thought.

"Jesus Al you scared me to death!" I scream, clutching my chest as if I've just run a marathon.

"You're not dead" he points out.

"Clever. Did you think of that one on your own or did you get dear old mummy to help you." I say, eyeing him dirtily.

"I thought of that one on my own, thank you very much." Al says, rubbing his head. I notice that unlike the rest of the school, hair remains in his follicle.

"Al, riddle me this, why aren't you bald?" I ask, and he raises his eyebrows.

"Ah- so you noticed." He says, once again running a hand through his hair. "James fixed it for me. Besides, couldn't live without my main source of sexy could I?" I roll my eyes.

"How is Hogwarts most mischievous student doing on his last night of school?" I say, thinking about James who, for the last few weeks has been moaning and sobbing about leaving Hogwarts at every chance he got. You could ask him for a spare quill and he'd start a weeping about how 'this may be the last time he ever leant anyone a quill at Hogwarts'. I needed one the next day.

"Surprisingly well, seeing as he's only cried twice tonight, but I'm pretty sure most of it was because we lost the house cup. It'll be a nightmare tomorrow though."

"Fair enough. Right, well I'm off to find some peace in my dormitory. Where are you off to?"

"Nowhere" he replies, plopping a sugar quill in his mouth and winking. How am I related to him? I will truly never understand that boy, or why the entire school seems to be infatuated with him.

I continue through the corridors until I find myself at the portrait of the fat lady. "Granger Danger" I mumble embarrassed. I mean come on - 'Granger Danger'? Last week it was Easy Peasy if you're a Weasley. Next year it will probably be 'Marry Harry'. I'll have to start preparing myself in advance for that one. "Exactly right" the fat lady replies, swinging open.

I walk through the common room but it seems to be surprisingly empty seeing as it the last day of school. Usually it's full of first years in awe of how they got through the year alive, and seventh years wondering if they'll survive in the real world. I swing open the door that reads '6th year Girls' and immediately see why the common room is empty. It seems that half the girls in Gryffindor are in my room clutching their bald heads and running around like headless chickens.

They all seem to be crowding around James (who is sitting on my bed-MY BED) like he is some type of god. I squint my eyes throughout the haze of crazy students, so that I can just see him flicking his wand at groups of girls, curing baldness at an alarming rate. I try to make my way towards James, before a large band of fifth year's push me back.

"Hey, what the HELL is going on in here?" I practically scream at what seems to be the leader of the pack.

"Geese, calm down. James Potter is fixing our hair for us, free of charge." She says judgementally.

"How the hell did he get up here?" I yell, remembering the last time a boy tried to get into our dormitory. It was Scorp trying to prank me- but he failed miserably when the stairs turned into a slide and he broke his wrist trying to cushion his fall.

The girl shrugs and continues through the doorway ignoring the shocked look on my face, giggling to her friends that James Potter "actually touched my hair". I roll my eyes and take a big breath, walking forward as if in a snowstorm against the wind.

"James Sirius Potter, if you don't get your big fat ARSE out of my room in the next 10 seconds, I will obliterate your sorry arse worse than nana Molly did to Bellatrix in the second war. I don't care if you're my cousin, I will hunt you down and kick you until you're crying in pain." The room quietens down, and everyone starts giving mysterious glances dramatic sighs.

James however, rolls his eyes, jumps off of my bed and walks sulkily out the door, a trail of girls chattering excitedly behind him. It's just Lena and Ellis left in the room with me when they finally finish their journey out my door, and thank god for that.

"You look so tired you poor thing!" Ellis says immediately trying to fluff my pillow. Trust Ellis, the sweetest girl in the whole world and one of my best friends to act as if being tired was one of the worst things that could be brought upon me. She ties back her thin dark brown hair, and begins to make my bed.

"Tired? She looks like she's been beaten by a beaters bat."

"Cheers Lena"

"No Problem" she says giving me a wink. Lena is probably the most honest girl I've ever met, but unfortunately, she has no filter. For example, I know from the many girly sessions we've had that she has a mountain troll size crush on Al. What confuses me more is how Al doesn't seem to notice her intrusive stares and constant day dreaming. In all fairness they would be a cute couple. Her Dirty blond hair her with his sort of dirty blond hair- ok his hair is jet black but in my defence, they would be like Romeo and Juliet, in a much less, I'd die for you sort of tale.

The three of us and Shelly McUmber inhabit the 6th year dorm of the Gryffindor tower, although Shelly spends more time out then in, and Dom is pretty much with us all the time. No one minds that my half Veela cousin spends more time in the Gryffindor common room then in Ravenclaw, but that's mostly because they stare at her more than actually socialize with her. I stretch a bit, and without bothering to change I jump into my bed. "Night girls" I whisper and turn off the lights thinking of the day's events. Sometimes I wonder how the first Malfoy ever to be sorted in Gryffindor could be so mean and not be in Slytherin. Oh well, Scorp can pack a good punch when he wants to.

The next morning was un-eventful unless you count James gluing himself to a bench in the great hall as an act of defiance to finally leaving Hogwarts.

"I won't go!" He yelled, so that his voice echoed around the hall.

"James."

"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

It took ten teachers to unglue him from his seat using every spell they knew. Even when they did get him off he persisted in staying by running around like a lunatic screaming things like "Hogwarts is my home!" and "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH!".

When we reach the train it seems more crowded than usual. At one point I feel like holding up my wand and using it as a beacon of light for everyone. When we finally find an empty cabin, I feel as though I have to rid it of disease before we use it. I look out the window of the train as Hogwarts gets smaller and smaller. Scorp and I don't speak for what feels like ages and instead, look at each other with very dirty side eyes. Al and Dom sit on the floor playing a very intense game of exploding snap and I can clearly see Lena trying to take her eyes from Al.

"I'm bored" Fred states looking at the game of exploding snap as he would explode if he heard another "You cheated!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did! I'm SOOO telling aunt Ginny"

Oh God it's like having a pair of 16 year old babies.

"I might go for a stroll down the train." Fred continues, over the sound of wailing that escapes Dom's lips every time she loses a game.

"I'll come with you." Ellis says, getting up.

"Me too," Scorp says, and I watch him follow after Ellis and Fred. After they leave, I lie down on the now empty chair, placing my feet on Lena's lap. Leo sit's opposite us, reading a book and trying his best to tune out Dom and Al's fighting.

After a couple more "YOU ALREADY USED THAT CARD!" type yells from Dom, I decide to take a walk down the train. I visit my other cousins and discover that despite everything, Louis and Molly are still in a fight about who would make a cooler werewolf. Somewhere down the road I walk in on a fifth year couple snogging, and find Hugo, my idiotic younger brother flirting with a slutty Ravenclaw (a species hard to come by).

"Oh ickle Hugi-Pugi give me a kissy wissy" I slobber a fat kiss on him as he squirms out of my grip. Before I let go I whisper just loud enough for his lady friend to here "Did you remember you ointment, the doctor says twice daily-

"ROSE"

Serves him right for laughing when Eddie Chang broke up with me on my birthday. I shudder as I think about it. I begin to run away, but make sure to yell one last thing. "You know what happens if you don't treat it- and it's contagious!" I scream leaving the Ravenclaw he's with to look at him as if he's STD ridden. After another ten minutes of cousin spotting and time wasting, I start to make my way back to our cabin, when I run into Ellis.

"THERE you are, I've been looking for you" she says, flicking her twinkling blue eyes.

"Me- where have YOU been" I say, noticing it's been about an hour since I saw her last.

"Nowhere" she replies, the heat rushing to her face. "We should be arriving soon. I think I'll go get changed now. I'll see you later Rose." She says, and walks in the other direction. She seems to be under the impression that she can get away with whatever she's hiding, but what no one seems to ever understand is that Rose Weasley knows all. I mean the last time someone tried keeping something from me it ended in some serious injuries- and it wasn't even that big of a deal.

We arrive at Kings Cross station in what feels like no time at all and are greeted by the Weasley clan which is practically half of the people there. I hug and kiss all those who aren't related to me goodbye and wait for the rest of the Hogwarts Weasley students to finish off saying their goodbyes. I look around and see Al snogging a pretty Hufflepuff who I assume he has never met. I look over to see that mum is in a very fascinating conversation with Astoria Malfoy. I will never know how those two became friends but what I do know is that once a year we all have to go to the Malfoy's for one very awkward dinner. "See ya Scorp" I say giving him a hug. I turn in the other direction feeling a bit down trodden before his voice calls me again.

"Weasley," He says, and I smile, turning around. "It would suck if you and I didn't see each other for two months on bad terms." He says, kicking the ground.

"Funny. I was just thinking the same thing." I say, and he nods.

"So I'll see you around then?" he says, and I nod. We both pause awkwardly before turning back around and walking once again in the opposite directions.

"Oh fuck it." I mutter, running at him and jumping on his back. I nearly bowl him over, but he regains his balance. "We'll go to a quidditch game sometime, or I'll visit you or something. Just don't forget about me ok?" I say, and he helps me down from his back.

"As if you'd let me forget you." He says, shaking his head.

"You're right. I'd bruise your balls if you did." I say, and he shakes his head.

"See you around then Weasley." He says, and I walk down to mum and dad, who are in deep conversation with Hugo. He probably managed to blow up a house elf. I look around King's cross station watching as Ellis's brown haired head disappears into the crowd with her dad, Seamus and her baby brother Julian. Her mum slings an arm around her, and she turns to look at me before she exits. I notice Seamus has managed setting fire to her jacket for the FIFTH YEAR IN A ROW. Dad says it's a habit. Mum finishes talking with Hugo and she grabs a hold of me kissing my forehead and telling me how she missed me. I smile gratefully.

"Did you get taller Rose- oh- and you've changed your hair. It looks good darling, but it's very- ah- different. Don't you think Ron?" she says, as Dad packs my bags onto the trolley.

"What have you stuffed in your bag Rose? A dead body?" he says, shaking his hair.

"I'm not saying it's too long, but how about we take you to a hairdresser to get it cut- It'll be out of the way then." Mum continues, ignoring dad.

"Mum! I spent ages growing this out- you can't just cut it!" I say, as we leave King's Cross station.

"Oh heavens no, I wouldn't cut it!" she says, and I give a sigh of relief. "I'd get someone else to trim it." She says, and I put a hand to my head protectively.

"Why is it that the first thing you girls talk about is hair?" Dad says, and I stick my tongue out at him. He does the same. My family are a bunch of loony's, but that doesn't mean I'm not excited to spend the summer with them.