My first Rose/Scorpius fan fic! I've been meaning to do one for a while because I love the idea of these two together!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Hogwarts, or anything else that is Harry Potter related, and this makes me sad.
On the first morning of my sixth year I slowly trudged down the stairs. I was grumpy from exhaustion. My entire summer had been spent at the Burrow with my best friends, and I had slept in until eleven almost every day, so needless to say, I wasn't used to getting up at eight in the morning. I weaved in and out of people, seeing a few of my old "girlfriends" staring dreamily at me. So, I've hung out with a lot of girls, I never really date them for long, we usually just hook up a few times, and then it's kind of done. This is how it is for most of my friends, and by that I mean the Potters or the Weasleys. James, Fred, Dom, they're all like that. Even the younger ones like Lily, Hugo, Roxanne, Lucy and Louis are like that. Rose and Al are different, both settle in *shudder* long term relationships. Al's been going out with Alice Longbottom since last year and Rose… well she's dating Lorcan Scamander. I saw the two of them sitting next to each other at the Gryffindor table. Rose's red curls cascading over her shoulders as she threw back her head to laugh at something hilarious that Lorcan had said. I sighed to myself, I knew it was petty, but I hated that he could make her laugh like that. That was my job. I finally reached the Gryffindor table and sat down on Rose's other side and across from Albus. After, sitting in silence for a while, I grabbed for a piece of toast. As I chewed distractedly a small voice shook me out of my stupor.
"Scorpius, could you please pass me one of those muffins?" I smiled inwardly, and handed her a banana muffin, her favorite. Only that quiet, kind voice could have made me happy this morning because it was Rose's voice, my best friend ever since first year, and the love of my life since fourth year. Of course, only a few people know about that last part. I only told Al, but then it seemed that all the other Weasleys/Potters-sans Rose- found out too. The problem was that only a few months after I realized my love for her, she came to me asking for advice about getting Lorcan to go out with her. Part of me though that I should have just told her then, but being the coward that I am (sometimes I don't know why I'm in Gryffindor) I chickened out, and helped her attract Lorcan's attention. It had worked, of course it did. Rose didn't even need my help to get blokes to like her; she was smart, kind, funny, beautiful… I noticed Al give me a funny look and the next thing I knew, I felt a sharp blow to my right ankle under the table. I nearly spit out my pumpkin juice in pain and gave Al a questioning glare.
"You were drooling mate," he whispered. "I had to do something; otherwise you would have flooded the great hall,"
"I was not drooling! Besides," I added wryly "Malfoys don't drool, it's unseemly for proper aristocrats like us," I told him smirking sarcastically.
"Well I'm so sorry Mr. Malfoy, didn't know you were like the rest of your family what with you being in Gryffindor," was Al's mocking rejoinder. This was true, I thought to myself laughing. I was unlike any other Malfoy to come to Hogwarts. Why? Because I hadn't wanted to be in Slytherin. I told my Father straight out that I didn't want to go there. The sorting hat told me that standing up to my father like that is what got me into Gryffindor. When Draco Malfoy first found out that I had been sorted into Gryffindor, he almost flipped a shit. My mother's reaction was all I could have dreamed of though.
Smiling, my mother looked down at me. Unlike my father, who had stormed out a minute ago, she looked understanding.
"I never thought you'd be in Slytherin. You're brave Scorpius. I remember when we were seeing you off at King's Cross, and Draco said that you were going to be in Slytherin, just like the family tradition. At first, I expected you to acquiesce, but when you told Draco that you didn't want to be in Slytherin just because the rest of the family was, I was positive that you were going to be in Gryffindor.
"So you're not mad, right mum?" My mother beamed down at me.
"Sweetheart, of course I'm not mad. I'll always be proud to be your mother, no matter what house you're in."
You know, my father still hasn't warmed up to my placement in Gryffindor. It's been a point of conflict ever since I sent my first letter home announcing that I was a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin. I secretly believe that my father would prefer I was in Hufflepuff to Gryffindor. Whatever, I never really liked my Father anyway. In fact, if I didn't have my mum, I think I'd hate my entire family. They're all so concerned about blood purity and power. I bet my grandfather still wishes that Voldemort was in power. My father isn't much better, he invites Lucius over all the time, and the two remind me again and again about the importance of maintaining a pure blood dominated world. News flash Gramps: the wizarding world is pretty equal now, thanks to the Golden Trio. You know, the real good guys? I don't think my Grandfather ever got over all that he lost after the war.
When the clock struck nine I was still tired, but I slumped out of my seat and shuffled out of the great hall towards the ancient runes classroom with Rose practically running to keep up. I slowed my pace down a bit. At six foot, my steps are a lot bigger than most people's are, especially Rose's because at only five three, she's so petite. Usually I remember to walk a little slower, but today was just a shitty day. Rose, Al and I always walked to class together ever since first year. However, Al's not as er…academically motivated as Rose and I and he didn't want 'to be bothered with classes that are too hard'. He only got one O and two Es on his OWLs (and he has the guts to make fun of me for getting only a single E!). But what Al lacks in brains, he makes up for in Quidditch, with him, our team has never been defeated. Who could even hope to beat a team almost completely made up of Weasleys and Potters? Everyone says that our team is the best school team seen in centuries. The seventh year players (James, Fred and Dominique) have already gotten offers to join professional teams. None of them actually took them up on their suggestion, but I really hope the team is still exceptional next year when I'm in my seventh year and the scouts come to see me play.
"Scorp? Hello, did you hear me?" Rose teased, waving her small hand in front of my face.
"What? Oh, sorry Rose, I've just been a little tired today. What's up?"
"I was asking you when try outs for the Quidditch team were-"
"Are you finally going to try out?" I asked excitedly, cutting her off. Rose is a pretty good Quidditch player, but she's never gone out for the team. I know she isn't as obsessed with it as the rest of us are, but she's still pretty good. At the Burrow, both of us play chaser along with Fred and James. And she can keep up pretty well. I've wanted her to try out for so long because it would be really cool to get to see her at practice too.
"No," she said and looked at me apologetically with her wide chocolate brown eyes framed in her so dark they're practically black eyelashes. I know for a fact that Rose doesn't wear make-up, and I also know that most girls here would kill to have eyes like hers.
"But, I am going to come and watch you play, I'd never miss that. Anyway, Lorcan was thinking of trying out this year… he wants to be a beater."
"I think that we're going to use Lily and Louis again, just like it was during the summer. James is only holding try outs as a formality, for the most part" I amended. "I'm pretty sure it's going to be the same team as last year."
"Doesn't it make you nervous though, I mean seeing Lily playing beater? It's just that she's so small…" Rose trailed off awkwardly as she realized that what she had just voiced could have been interpreted as an insult to Lily. I however knew that she hadn't meant it that way. Besides me and Al, Lily is her best friend and Rose is so incredibly caring to her friends and family. I know she gets really scared when one of us gets in a Quidditch accident.
That was probably one of the few times I had seen her cry. Rose –even though she is very emotional sometimes- doesn't like to cry. Ever. Not alone or in company. Although I remember waking up in the hospital wing after a particularly nasty encounter between a bludger and my face. When I awoke, Rose was sitting with me on the bed, holding my hand and sobbing. Once she realized I was awake she dried her eyes so fast that I still wonder if she was actually crying. I looked really beat up though, so I can't blame her.
We finally got to ancient runes and slipped into our seats which were right next to each other, just like every class we had together. To tell you the truth, I actually don't even like ancient runes. The only reason I'm taking it is a) its easy and b) its one of my only classes with Rose that Lorcan isn't in. Not that I hate Lorcan. Before Rose started to fancy him, I actually thought he was an okay bloke. We were never friends or anything, but we got on well enough. Now I don't really talk to him. The rest of the Weasleys/Potters don't seem crazy about him either (though I think that's because of me), but we all sort of realize that he's good to Rose and he makes her happy. I just wish that she saw me like that and that I could make her that happy.
So what do you think so far? Good? Horrible? Please review and tell me! It may not be updated for a while because I'm going on vacation, but maybe if I get enough reviews (hint hint ) I'll put up a second chapter before then!