Disclaimer: Not JK Rowling. I'm going to see what would happen if Rose and Scorpius hated each other's guts. My last R/S fic was sweet from beginning to end, if not a bit bumpy. This oneā€¦ we'll, you'll see.

Hey, the name's Rose Weasley, seventh year Ravenclaw to be. I go to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, you probably know all about the place, am I right? Well, let me break it down into people I know.

In Ravenclaw, there's me, of course, and a lot of my friends. Gryffindor is Weasley-Potter central. I'm serious. One time, during the sorting hat's song it said, "You might belong in Gryffindor, where the Weasley-Potter clan resides." Ok, not really, but you get the gist. Hufflepuff is where some really good-hearted people are. My "cousins" Lorcan and Lysander Scamander are in that house, and it would do you good to meet them. My cousin, Albus, is the only person in my family to ever get into Slytherin, just like I'm the only Ravenclaw. He's my best friend, but the Slytherins are a generally unfriendly bunch. Albus found a good amount of friends in there, but the house he's in is the reason that he's the quietest and reserved member of the family.

As with any school, there is always going to be those two people who clearly hate each other, and the whole school knows it.

Well, I had that rivalry with one Scorpius Malfoy.

I know what you're thinking, and yes, he is the son of Draco Malfoy. So, this meant three things: 1) He was extremely rich. 2) All of the girls at Hogwarts (besides me, of course) swooned over him. 3) He was extremely arrogant about both of them.

He had dated every girl in our year (again, besides me) and a considerable amount in the one under us.

I hated having to face another year with him. Ever since fifth year, he's been one of the Slytherin prefects like I was a Ravenclaw one. I could never understand why he beat out Al. My cousin was considerable smarter and better at Quidditch. It was my theory that his father bribed the Slytherin Head-of-House to get his son the position.

But this year, I was one hundred-and-ten percent sure that I was not going to have to deal with him that much. Along with my Hogwarts letter and book list, I did not get my usual Ravenclaw prefects badge. Instead, I got a shiny metal badge with the Hogwarts insignia and the words "Head Girl" embossed under it.

"Mum! Dad!" I called my parents into the kitchen. "Hugo!" What's getting the Head Girl position without gloating about it a bit to your little brother?

They were all so excited for me. Hugo was a little jealous which made me feel like I had fulfilled my "big sister" duties. We were only a year apart, but I was always older than him, no matter what.

My parents were so happy that they bought me my own owl. I picked out a tawny brown one that I named Spots because of the spots on its feathers.

September first came rather quickly. Perhaps it was because of all the anticipation of my being a seventh year and Head Girl.

I got on the train and headed to the Head's compartment where the prefect meeting would be held during the middle of the ride.

I sat down against the window and pulled out my old, battered, well-read edition of Hogwarts: A History. I was far into reading when I heard someone opening the door. I looked up to see who the Head Boy would be.

"What are you doing back here, Malfoy?" I spat at the silver-haired, blue-eyed boy. "This is the Head's compartment. You shouldn't be back here for another hour."

"Funny thing, because I was just about to ask you that," he sneered.

"Wait, you're Head Boy?" I nearly screamed. He nodded arrogantly. "No fucking way!"

"Tsk tsk. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Weaslebee?" he tried to sound condescending.

"I can't believe anyone would make you Head boy," I spat. "How much did your father have to pay to get you the position this time?"

"I'm glad that you think so highly of me, Weasley," he said. "My father obviously bribed my way in here. How else could I be a head? You know, I'm not so happy with this situation either. Any other girl in this school would be fine."

"We'll, I'm glad we can agree on something, because, frankly, I'd rather be stuck with Goyle than you."

"Ouch, Weasley, that hurt," he said sarcastically. "I don't know how I'll ever get over such a crushing blow."

"I'll give you a crushing blow," I muttered.

I couldn't believe that Scorpius Malfoy was actually Head Boy. I didn't want to, either. This would mean that we would have to share a dormitory and even a *shudder* bathroom. It was like the world actually wanted to see me suffer or something. I honestly believed in that very instant that the universe was out to get me, how sad was that?

But this not only meant that I would have to see him everyday, but it also meant that I had to see all his recent dates. If there was anything worse than seeing Scorpius, it was how girls acted around him. Seriously, those girls could be extremely smart and get high marks, but the moment they're with him or even think or talk about him, it's like their brains fall out of their heads.

That's why I never thought of him that way. Well, it was that and the fact that I hated him with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns.

Regular interaction between us was sure to end in some horrific and catastrophic way. I had no idea that Headmistress McGonagall wanted the school demolished.

Somewhere in the middle of my thoughts, Scorpius took a seat across from me. He was wearing his patented arrogant smirk because he loves annoying the hell out of me. He was worse than my brother, but the only difference was that I actually liked Hugo. I liked the Giant Squid more than that boy sitting across from me, but that was really no contest. The Giant Squid was pretty cool.

At the middle of the ride, all the prefects came in. Because there was now no seventh year boy prefect for Slytherin, Albus was it. Some girl I barely knew became the seventh year Ravenclaw prefect. Needless to say, everyone was equally surprised as to who became the two Heads. I could tell that every girl was jealous, but I wouldn't say that I would trade positions with them if I could, because, even thought I detested Malfoy, I liked the title of Head Girl, call me vain.

We went over basic prefect duties like being able to dock points and changing passwords every month.

"And that's everything," I said at the end. "We have a meeting every month though the time and place may vary. There will be a schedule posted in your common rooms in about a week. Have a good year and make sure you enforce the rules."

They all left, some girls had a wistful look on their faces. I'll give you three guesses who they were thinking about.

"What a remarkable speech, Weasley," Scorpius said sarcastically.

"I'm sure you would have rather that I said something along the lines of 'Prefects, its ok for you to break the rules because no one will punish you for it'," I said sarcastically,

"That was an awful impression of me," he yawned. "Wake me up when we get there."

"Or I won't, and then you'll be in a lot of trouble," I muttered. I chuckled at the thought of Scorpius getting in trouble because he wasn't at the feast. That would be a sight to see for sure.

It would definitely be a good laugh, which I suspected I would need. A year full of Malfoy. Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant.