Disclaimer: Harry Potter sadly isn't mine... jk. (JK Rowling's, that is).

"There's nowhere else to sit," Albus Severus Potter—one of my favorite cousins—stated sadly as we found ourselves at the end of the aisle.

I nodded toward the last compartment. "There's that one."

He groaned in response. "Come on, Rosie, he's got to be in there! We haven't seen Malfoy in any of the other compartments so far, have we?" Oh, so that's what Al was worried about…At least he had stopped with the whole I-don't-want-to-be-in-Slytherin! thing.

Rolling my eyes, I commented, "Yes, but, Al…Either Malfoy or being surrounded by Weasleys. I see them enough outside of school. Besides, it'll be rather unpleasant in such a crowded place. So noisy and among other things, like the older ones snogging…"

"That does sound unpleasant," Al agreed, shuddering at the thought. "Very unpleasant. Even worse than the time when James forced Hugo to—" he broke off, mumbling, "Bloody hell, I shouldn't have said that."

Anything involving my brother perked my interest. "Said what? What about Hugo?" I prompted him.

"James is so going to kill me," he grumbled under his breath, "I've sentenced myself to death!"

Deciding it wasn't worth the trouble, I said, "Well, never mind then, as you are my favorite cousin. You owe me one for sparing your life from James's torture."

"You're my favorite cousin, too, Rosie," he said, relieved, as he followed me down to the last compartment. As I slid the door open, Al was right. Scorpius Malfoy indeed was sitting by himself, scowling at the window.

I stopped, and Al almost bumped into me from behind. "Do you have a problem with the window?" I asked him stupidly.

"Or do you have a problem with yourself?" Al suggested, poking his head out from beside mine to see who I was talking to. "You do seem to be scowling at yourself, Malfoy."

He did the smartest thing possible: he ignored us. I cleared my throat as I sat down across from him. "Er, sorry about what I said earlier," I apologized quickly. "We can start over. I'm—"

He interrupted, "You're Rose Weasley. And he's Albus Potter. I've been warned to stay away from you."

Well, that just smashed my why-don't-we-be-friends? plan. Al sat down next to me, nudging me. "We've been warned to stay away from you too, Scorpius Malfoy," he said loudly, "but unfortunately, there's nowhere else to sit, so do excuse us."

"What about your gigantic family?" He sneered, "There's plenty of room with them. Or are you unwanted because there's simply too many?"

"Shut up, Malfoy," I growled, "There's nothing wrong with my family. Mind your own business and leave us alone."

He pointed out dryly, "I was minding my own business until you two came along."

Merlin. The spoiled little prat. "This train doesn't belong to you," I flashed back. "Don't act like you own the bloody thing. There's a reason why it's called The Hogwarts Express and not The Malfoy Express. You do seem to have a lot of money, though. Maybe if you actually bought it it'll be named after you."

Al roared with laughter at this, wiping a tear out of his eye. "Rose, that was excellent!"

Truth was, I didn't feel excellent at all. In fact, I felt more like I just dumped the possibility to befriend the poor boy. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I took out Hogwarts, A History and started reading, doing my best to ignore the other two occupants of the compartment. Scorpius continued having a staring contest with himself while Al absently began playing a game of Wizarding Chess with himself. I was now surrounded by two self-loving people. Wonderful.

The silence continued until the cart lady (oh, my life saver!) came by. "Anything off the cart, dears?" She asked nicely. The sight she saw just then must've been the strangest in the world. I certainly would think that had I been in her position.

Al leapt up at once, accidentally ruining his game and sending the chess pieces flying in every direction. I had to use the book as a shield to avoid being hit on the head by the king. One, unfortunately, did hit Malfoy. Al seemed to be pretty happy about this accomplishment and proceeded to purchasing almost everything from the cart. I was slightly surprised to find that Malfoy had ignored the witch and was still staring out the window. "Chocolate frog, Rosie?" Al offered me, holding one up.

"Why not?" As I unwrapped it, I realized the famous wizard card was Draco Malfoy. I hadn't even known one of his existed, but there it was. "Draco Malfoy," I read aloud (just to see what Malfoy's reaction would be), "One of the first and few wizards to change sides during the Second Wizarding War. An accomplished man in his own rights, he later worked at the Ministry as a Magical Law Enforcer."

Malfoy stayed silent, though I could tell he had listened. I tossed a Chocolate Frog at him, which he caught rather well. I decided that he would end up being Seeker if he ever tried out for the Quidditch team. "Have one, Malfoy," I said.

"Are you going mental?" Al hissed at me, but I ignored him.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll get my dad's card or something."

He didn't refuse it, surprisingly enough. He opened it with a small smile—or was it a smirk? I couldn't tell—on his lips as he pulled out the card. "Nicolas Flamel," he read the name, then leaned across to give it to me.

I didn't know how to answer to that, so I simply gave him the card of his own father, whose face grimly stared back at us.

Although the rest of the trip to Hogwarts passed in silence once again, it wasn't as cold or as unfriendly as it had been before.


My second serious RosexScorpius fanfic... what do you think? Like it? Hate it?

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