A/N: Just a quick author's note. This story could probably go on for a while, but I'm only going to write it if people want me to as I have a lot of fics ont he go at the moment, although most of them are coming to a close. So if, once you've read this chapter, of course, you want me to continue then please review to tell me. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. Also, I hope there aren't any, but if you notice any mistakes, feel free to point them out to me and I'll correct them.
It was the first day of term. Finally I was a fifth year and that meant that I was a prefect. Yes, my cousin, Albus, and I, had been chosen by Professor McGonagall to be Gryffindor's prefects. My parents had been proud to say the least, that I had followed in their footsteps, and had been forever showing off my badge to both my grandparents, even though they had seen the exact same badge on the chests of Uncle Bill, Uncle Percy, my father and my mother as well as on other students when they were at Hogwarts themselves.
Still, despite the fact that I was looking forward to going back to school and finally finishing my OWLs, I woke up early, feeling really nervous. I was going to be under a lot of pressure. All of my subjects (Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Herbology, History of Magic, Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures) had heavy loads of homework each week. As well as that I was president of the Gobstones society and a host of other clubs. And then on top of all that I had to add my prefect duties to my timetable. I was seriously considering dropping out of the Gryffindor quidditch team this year. The only reason I hadn't told the captain yet, was that I knew James would not be happy. He hated having to hold trials for new positions because of all the non-Gryffindors who would turn up.
With nothing else to, since I'd packed all my books and school stuff into my truck the night before, I put my uniform on, before anyone else was even up, and nervously straightened my red and gold tie. Then I carefully pinned my matching scarlet and gold badge to my chest and sat back down on my bed.
I double checked I had everything, ticking off my checklist as I went. On a last impulse I took down my poster of the Weird Sisters and rolled it up tightly before hiding it away in my large trunk. Then, with the sounds of my parents getting up, I went downstairs, eager to have my breakfast and get to Kings Cross Station.
My parents came down the rickety old stair case in single file as it was too narrow for them to walk side by side. Whilst my mother was already dressed in her best Muggle clothing, a suit, no less, my father was still in his red and white striped pyjamas. And when Hugo, my younger brother, came down the stairs, he too was nowhere near ready. His carrot-red hair was sticking up in all directions and he too was not dressed.
"Hugo," I complained as my mum set my plate of breakfast in front of me. "Can't you at least put your pyjama top on before coming down for breakfast? It's not hygienic for me to look at your chest whilst I'm eating my toast."
"How is it not hygienic?" He scoffed.
"Because I'm liable to throw up over everything and everyone," I retorted.
"Well, you'd better get used to it, Rosie, because this, this is how I roll."
"Dad! Make him put his shirt on!"
"Hugo, listen to your mother," Dad responded, not looking over the top of the Daily Prophet.
"I'm not Mum!"
Hugo rose wearily and ran back up the stairs, reappearing seconds later as he was pulling his Chudley Cannons t-shirt over his head.
"Oh, sorry, Rosie. You just sound so much like your mother," he said, shooting a smile at both me and my mum who was busy cooking some eggs for Dad in the frying pan.
"Rose, I know you're proud of being a prefect, but you really shouldn't wear your robes in front of Muggles," Mum said delicately, trying not to offend me.
"Rose, how would you feel if you destroyed the Secrecy Act all by yourself?"
"Fine. I'll go change," I muttered, giving in easily like usual. I never sought an argument with anybody if I could avoid it. I wasn't a push over, per say, I just hated confrontation. I abandoned what was left of my piece of toast and traipsed up the stairs back to my room. I had to thoroughly search my pink, wooden wardrobe to find any Muggle clothing that wasn't two sizes too small. I was taking my best clothes to Hogwarts. It was always useful to have a pair of shorts for a summer's day, or some extra layers in winter.
As I came downstairs, I nearly crashed into Hugo, who moped back upstairs to change out of his pyjamas.
"Ron, you'd better get ready too," Mum told him as she deposited the dishes in the sink, and set them to be washed with a wave of her wand. My dad left the newspaper on the table and went up the stairs I had so recently come down, reappearing with my trunk. He levitated down the stairs in front of him, and directed it out the porch to car.
"Mum, what happened to my toast?"
"Oh, sorry, Rosie, I thought you were done. Would you like me to make you something else?" She asked, brushing bushy brown hair out her eyes as she drew her wand out of her sleeve.
"No, Mum, it's fine. I can get something on the train," I assured her.
"I don't think that's a good idea. Eating sweets for breakfast. You'll rot your teeth." I rolled my eyes at her, remembering vividly when I had been subjected to a dental appointment by my grandparents. It was a pain I would never forget. My gum had ached for days after my granddad pulled it out.
"I'll just have a pumpkin pasty, Mum not sweets."
"If you're sure. Could you tell your brother to hurry up, please, Rose? I think we're going to be late at this rate."
I nodded and ran up the stairs to Hugo's room. It was, typically, a pig sty. Clothes were all over the floor and he was haphazardly chucking them into his open trunk which was only half full.
"Hugo! You didn't pack?"
"Actually, that's an incorrect assumption, Rosie. I did pack, but then I lost my trainer, and had to unpack everything again," he replied, bending over to grab a pair of his rolled up socks.
"Oh, don't forget your spellbook," I said, pointing at a brown, leather covered book which had slid under his bed.
"Cheers," he grunted, getting onto his stomach to retrieve it. Finally, he stood in the centre of the room and looked around. "I think that's it." He shut and locked the enormous trunk and lifted, with immense effort, one of the ends. "'Corr these things should definitely have wheels! Are we living in the stone age still? Merlin's Pants, that's heavy!"
As we left his room, a screech came from the corner, above his wardrobe.
"Feathers! I almost forgot him. Rose, could you?"
I nodded and took the caged owl from the top of the wardrobe whist Hugo heaved his trunk downstairs and then stopped, panting from the effort it had cost him.
"Yeah?" he asked, sticking his red-haired head around the edge of the front door.
"Can you take my suitcase?"
"Locomotor Trunk," he commanded in response, and Hugo's trunk rose into the air and hovered, just as my own had done, slowly moving out towards the car.
Finally we were seated in the silver estate car and on our way to London. Dad winked at me in the rear-view mirror and I knew he was using a supersensory charm again.
"Ow!" I exclaimed as Hugo hit me. "Hugo! Stop it!"
"Hugo, stop flicking your sister," Mum said resignedly from the passenger seat.
When we arrived at the station, Dad hurried off into the crowds to go and get two trolleys for our luggage, and as a team we all struggled to lift the trunks onto them from out of the boot. The Secrecy Act was a royal pain in the back. I was aching from lifting, and my dad's cries of 'Lift with your knees, Rosie!' did not help.
But, somehow, we managed it and I wheeled my trolley towards the platforms. The four of us paused at the signs for platforms nine and ten, and then my mother put one of her hands on the trolley and began to pull it towards the wall between them. I ran to keep up with her strides and then the wall blurred and we were shrouded in smoke on the other side with Hugo and Dad emerging just behind us. The train hooted and I hurried to stow my trunk on board.
At one of the carriage windows, I waved goodbye as the train pulled out of the station at exactly eleven o'clock and then my parents walked hand in hand back towards the barrier to return to the car.
I turned around at the unexpected drawl of 'Father wanted to pay for the teams broomsticks this year, but I told him he didn't need to because Mother already had' from behind me. Three Ravenclaw boys were stood in a row. Whilst one of them was tall and gangly, the other short and fat, the one in the centre of the grouping just looked plain hot. His blonde hair hung over one of his warm, grey eyes and was carefully styled into messy perfection. That combined with the white t-shirt that clung to his chiselled chest, just visible in the space of his unzipped jacket made him perfect. But only to look at.
"They made you a prefect, Weasley?" Scorpius Malfoy asked, staring in shock at the badge I had pinned on my t-shirt. He was an arrogant boy. His looks and his money had obviously always gotten him whatever he wanted, and he strutted around Hogwarts like he owned it, despite his family's reputation for being dark wizards. He, however, appeared to have broken out of the mould, although I never did understand how he had been housed in Ravenclaw. There was a rumour that circulated the school in our first year, that he had bewitched the Sorting hat to not put him in Slytherin, but it was bogus.
"Yes, Scorpius, now leave us alone."
"Unfortunately, I can't, Weasley. As one of the prefects for Ravenclaw, I was asked to find you and bring you to the prefect's compartment. We need to be briefed by the Head Boy and Girl. You're so clueless, sometimes."
I ignored the jibe about my intelligence, knowing that I was just as good a student, if not better, as him. For one thing, I wasn't as lazy as him.
"See you later, Hugo," I said miserably.
"Yeah, okay, whatever. I'm going to find James anyway. I want to tell him you're quitting the team!"
"Don't you dare! I mean it, Hugh!" I called after him.
He didn't deign to respond but I hoped he was only joking.
"So you're dropping out of the Gryffindor quidditch team? The cup will be ripe for the taking this year," Scorpius muttered.
"Actually Hugo was just joking," I told him, but he did not seem convinced. An awkward silence settled over us, but I had no intention of breaking it. Despite the fact that I sat next to Scorpius in many of my classes last year because we had all the same options, I still hated him.
"Still not over it then I see."
I inhaled and exhaled sharply, but kept my lips sealed.
"It was honestly just a joke," he said, smiling at the memory of my ears changing colour because of his accidental spell which he 'forgot' to tell me about.
"Because it was so funny!" I replied sarcastically, my voice cutting across his as I stormed ahead.
"My. Name. Is. Rose!" Without a backward glance I strode down the train to the first compartment. I slid open the door perhaps more forcefully than I needed to and threw myself down into the spare chair beside Al.
"Hey, Rosie," he said, not noticing my look of deep irritation.
"Al," I responded curtly.
Affronted, he asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Scorpius Malfoy, that's what."
His mouth opened and then closed it as Scorpius came into the compartment and shut the door I'd left open. He sat in the seat opposite me, with a look of discomfort which only multiplied when he looked at me and my furious glare. He cheeks turned slightly pink and he cleared his throat before turning to stare out the window.
"Now that you're all here," began Dan, the Head Boy. His voice made me zone out completely and I began to daydream of new books. Until someone opened the window and the fresh breeze sent Scorpius' cologne towards me. It smelt amazing, and somehow, even though I didn't want it to happen, his face appeared in my day dream, coming closer, his god-like lips puckered to kiss me. "So, Rose, does that sound good to you?" Dan asked, jerking me awake.
Oh, crap! I have no idea what they were just talking about. "S-sure," I stuttered under the gaze of nine people. I was still a little distracted by what I had seen and the blood pumping round my body. I was also trying to subdue my desire to reach out and pull Scorpius Malfoy to me and kiss him.
"Great, so you'll do rounds tomorrow with Scorpius to make sure there's no students out of bed."
What? I can't do rounds with Scorpius! I'll end up killing him! Or myself!
I couldn't protest though because then I would have to admit that I hadn't been listening. It would damage my chances of getting Head Girl.
"I think that's everything," Leanne, the Head Girl, said. "You can all go and sit with your friends now. Thanks for coming, guys."
I stood up to go with Al and find the compartment that would be full of our cousins but Scorpius caught my arm. "Rose, could I talk to you for a second?"
I still wasn't in the mood for playing friends with him, especially after what I had just seen, so I smartly replied, "You just did."
"That wasn't what I meant," he growled. "Can't you just co-operate for five seconds?"
"Fine. You get five seconds exactly."
"Sorry for what exactly?"
"Just…you know…" he started, sounding embarrassed.
"Oh, time's up," I interjected almost cheerfully. I couldn't wait to get away from him. I ran before he could say anything else and it was only when I was halfway down the train that he called out to me. I pretended not to hear it and continued my search for Al and the rest of our families.
Outside a compartment I found two boys duelling and it was a narrow miss for me to avoid the furunculous curse.
I cast the shield charm and reprimanded them both.
"Aren't you going to give us detention?" One of them, a Hufflepuff asked.
"No, Williams, I'm going to give you a second chance," I said.
They walked off exchanging gleeful looks and I wondered whether I ought to have been tougher on them.
"So they get a second chance but I don't?"
I spun around to find myself face to face with Scorpius. He was much too close. The term personal space had ceased to exist and once again that I felt that need to, I don't know, run my hands through his hair and melt against his chest.
What is wrong with me?
"Well, Rose? Do I get a second chance?"
"No," I said but it sounded more like I was asking a question.
"Do I or don't I?" He seemed even more confused than I was.
"And, why not? How many times can I say I'm sorry? I spent all last year apologising, Rose. I don't know what more I can do," he said desperately. I didn't understand why he was so keen to make up anyway.
"How about just leaving me alone, Scorpius?"
"I can't," he murmured, gripping his head as though he was in pain.
"What do you mean?" I whispered. He couldn't be talking about what I thought he was talking about, could he? My breath disappeared and all of a sudden my heart was racing.
He swallowed quickly, his eyes wide, his lips mere inches from mine. And then he pulled away and cracked a smirk. "We've got rounds together, haven't we? What did you think I was talking about, Rose? Hmm?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Urgh! Dream on, Sad Act."
For the third time that day, I walked away from him, feeling his eyes boring into the back of my head until I heard the raucous laughter of James and Fred and slipped into their compartment.
I stood facing the door with my eyes closed, my head leaning against the glass window.
"Well don't just stand there, Rosie," Lily said from the seat nearest me. "Seriously, you'll get hit with one of Uncle George's fireworks if you don't."
I hastily fell into the last remaining seat, in between Dominique and Roxanne just as one of my uncle's smaller fireworks hit the window where my face had been seconds before.
"Missed," Fred muttered.
"You wouldn't have been trying to hit a prefect with that firework would you, my dear brother?" Roxanne asked.
"Not at all. I was trying to hit my cousin, Rose."
"Fred!" I warned. "I'll tell Auntie Angelina."
"Alright. I promise not to try to get you. Happy now?" He asked sardonically.
Conversation was interrupted by the timely arrival of the Trolley Lady. My stomach rumbled loudly as she asked politely whether we wanted anything.
"Could I have a pumpkin pasty, please?" I asked, being true to my word to my mother.
I exchanged a few knuts for the pasty and appreciatively dug in.
"Gees, Rose, are you hungry?" Hugo asked with raised eyebrows.
"I never finished breakfast!" I complained to their looks of amusement.
"Rose, relax. Take it easy. It's not like you're never going to eat again. You can pig out at the feast instead," James said, smirking at Fred.
"Just because you're my cousin, doesn't me I won't give you detention James!"
"I'd like to see you try."
"James, get over yourself," interrupted Lily.
"Yeah," agreed Al. "We need to change into our robes anyway."
James laughed and pulled Al into a headlock.
"You are such a good two shoes, Albus."
"No, I'm not," Al retorted, furiously straightening his navy polo shirt. As if to prove his point he wrestled himself out of James grip and then pushed him onto his seat. Lily just shook her head, completely used to their daily tussles and fights. The rest of us had also seen Al and James having a go at each other but most of the time it didn't turn physical. However, only Fred was enjoying watching them and chanting 'fight'. As a seventh year, it was really quite strange. But then again, Jamie was in his seventh year and of age as well and that didn't stop him from punching his younger brother in the ribs.
"At least with Rose it's 'cause Auntie Hermione was the same. You've got no excuse. Especially as I thought I'd taught you my mischievous ways," James said, his voice choked by Al's hand around his throat.
"Enough!" Lily shouted as I opened my mouth to do the same. "Both of you stop it. James, you're of age, you should be setting Al an example and Al you're a prefect, you can't do this anymore." They both glowered at their younger sister, completely forgetting their own anger at each other. And even though she was smaller, and a year younger than Al, Lily looked so intimidating glaring back at them, her red hair even looked as though it was coming to life and her blue eyes held a fire just like Nana Weasley's did when she scolded Uncle George, that James and Al both muttered apologies to each other. "Now can you please both put your robes on?"
"Yes, Mum," James answered.
"Don't think I won't tell her!"
That shut James up and I stifled a laugh, knowing he wouldn't appreciate it.
Everyone hurriedly changed into their robes, wary of Lily's watchful eye. It won't be surprising if she gets to be a prefect too.
Finally we were all sat down in the compartment in our robes and playing a civilised game of exploding snap. Dominique won but before we could play again, the train began to slow down and pulled into the station. We abandoned our luggage which would be taken up to the castle for us and bundled into two carriages. We didn't do it on purpose but the boys ended up in one and the girls in another.
We traipsed up the stone steps into the entrance hall and ran into the great hall to avoid Peeves who was floating in mid-air and throwing stink pellets at people as they passed. It was his annual greeting for the Hogwarts students when we returned for the first term, except he just found something new to throw at us each year. Last year had been the worst – live spiders.
With relief, I sat down on the bench at the Gryffindor table and my entire extended family crowded round me.
At the teacher's table, our Headmistress Professor McGonagall, waited patiently for Hagrid to arrive with the first years coming across the lake. The other teachers, including Professor Longbottom, or Neville as we knew him, sat beside her.
A/N: Please review! If I do continue it there is likely to be romance in the air.