"Alice!" I shouted across platform 9 and 3/4. I hurriedly dropped my bags down, knowing that my cute little brother (he hates it when i say things like that) Hugo would pick them up and load them on to the train for me.
"Rosie!" I saw the face of my best friend (Alice Longbottom II) light up. She dropped her bags as well, and we both ran at each other, and embraced.
"It's been too long!" I shouted, trying to make her hear me over the loud noise on the platform.
"I know! Bloody parents! They just don't realize that when their daughter turns 17, she isn't interested in wandering around France." She complained about her life.
"Oh come on! It must have been fascinating! I was just stuck at home with my cousins."
"Wait," she stopped suddenly and turned to me, "Did he bring...him over?"
I didn't even need her to say the names for me to understand. I knew that she was talking about my cousin Albus, and I knew that by 'him' she meant Scorpius Malfoy.
"Yes, Al did bring him over," I said, mocking her, "And of course it was bloody terrible. But honestly, what do you expect from us?" I continued pulling her along.
Scorpius Malfoy. My cousin's best friend. The crush of about half of the girls in Hogwarts. My sworn enemy.
There wasn't a time that I could remember of my life in Hogwarts that didn't involve Malfoy and I arguing, mocking, pranking, teasing, injuring, insulting, and...well, I hope you get the idea. Every time we walked down the hall, we couldn't help but throw some rude comment at each other. When we really got into a fight, you didn't want to be around.
I hated him to begin with because my father had, in a way, set me against him. I could remember the first day of first year, when dad had told me to not get too friendly with him, and to beat him at every test. Naturally, I attempted to do just that, since I was just that kind of goody two shoes, who listens to anything her parents say. The thing was that, when I was 11, I had thought he was could be nice. Then, after the first week, I knew that I had been wrong. From the moment I first talked to him, he never once gave me a reason to get 'friendly' with him. So I didn't. At all. Now, it has gotten to the point that I consider him a conceded, pompous, arrogant, rude jerk. That is how it has been for the last six years of my life, and I don't expect this year to be any different.
Unfortunately, though I have many cousins, I am closest with Albus, the only one who is the same age as me. Albus just happens to be best mates with Malfoy. Happy happy, joy joy (note the sarcasm). For some stupid reason, Al finds the fights between Malfoy and me absolutely hilarious. Therefore, he went out of his way to create them. Almost every day during the summer, the Potters would come to our house, we would go to the Potters house, or we would have one giant Weasley/Potter party at the burrow. At almost all of these occasions, Al had brought Malfoy along with him. Once we were in the same house together, it wasn't hard to start a fight. Malfoy and I took care of that, while Al sat in the room and watched us, nearly laughing himself to death.
Alice seemed to think that Malfoy was attractive, which he totally wasn't. Not at all. Not even a little bit...anyways, I don't know where she got that idea. She always agreed with me that he was a jerk, but couldn't help herself to staring at him once in a while. When I had written her over the summer, and told her how often I saw him, she wrote back talking about how jealous she was. I wrote back telling her that I would gladly switch places with her, because I would do anything to get that stupid pompous jerk out of my min-
This voice helped bring me out of my daze, but I still groaned. This was a voice I knew only too well. I whipped around to the face of Malfoy, with a stupid smirk and blonde hair. He was standing a little closer than I had expected. When I turned my head, I accidentally hit him in the face with my hair. Oops. Oh well.
"Malfoy," I smirked at him, as he winced in pain. I think I might have hit him in the eye. Not waiting for him to say another word, I turned around. Now, I noticed that the spot where I had left my bags was empty.
"Hugo!" I shouted, and my brother appeared at my side, almost immediately.
"Yes, Rosie Posie?" he smiled innocently up at me. My brother, the textbook definition of adorable on the outside, and the devil on the inside.
"Did you already put my stuff on the train?"
He smirked, but then looked up at me. "Of course I did Rosie! What kind of amazing brother would I be if I hadn't?" He turned around, without another word. I felt like there was something I didn't know. I turned around, and saw two things.
1) Alice looking at me with a pitying expression, because she knew my brother well enough to know that he must have done something bad.
2) Malfoy, smirking at me, and I knew that he was holding in peals of laughter.
"What are you so happy about Malfoy?" I asked his suspiciously. "Do you know what he did with my bags?"
He looked me in the eye, and then got really close to my face. For some reason, I blushed furiously whenever he got close to me. I didn't like him, so I seriously have no idea why I did it. Also, thanks to my pale skin and red hair, it was painfully obvious when I blushed, and I always got very red. Everybody who saw me with him knew that, including the idiot himself. He found it hilarious, because every time I blushed I refused to meet his eye, which made it easy for him to tease me. So naturally, the moment he came up close to me, I looked away.
"Oh, I have no idea where he put your bags Weasley," he was so close now that he was whispering in my ear, a mocking tone in his voice. "I was just going to meet you cousin." He backed away, now with a huge smirk on his face, just by looking at my face, which was the color of a tomato.
"See you around Weasley!" He said goodbye to me. As he walked away, I heard him cracking up. Great.
I knew that I would have to get them back eventually, but right now, I just wanted to get on the train. I was sure that Hugo had put them somewhere on the Hogwarts Express, so I figured that I would cross that bridge when I came to it.
Trying to erase Malfoy from my mind, I continued walking with Alice.
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! I made Head Girl," I took my badge out of my pocket, and showed it to her proudly. She didn't look impressed.
"Rosie, everyone knew that you were going to! You're the best student in our year." Then her voice got quiet, and she giggled. "I just want to know who the Head Boy is going to be."
"Why?" I asked her.
She looked up at me, and grinned. "Because the Head Boy and Girl have to share a dorm room together."
"Oh, right." I laughed at my forgetfulness. "Yeah, I'm not that concerned about it, as long as he doesn't drive me crazy."
"What about driving you crazy?" My cousin Al butted into our conversation suddenly.
"Oh, Rosie was just saying that she hopes whoever in Head Boy doesn't drive her crazy, since they will have to room together."
Albus gave me a huge smile. "Oh I actually know who that Head Boy is! Trust me you will love it." I could hear another meaning to his tone.
"Who is it?"
"Oh, you'll just have to wait and see!" He told me, and then walked off, probably to find Malfoy. I gritted my teeth. My whole family seemed to always have some piece of information about me that I didn't, and they loved teasing me about it.
I bid my parents and the rest of my huge family goodbye, promising that I would write soon. I then climbed on to the train with Alice. We found the compartment that already contained Hugo, Lily (my younger cousin), Albus, and Malfoy (urgh). My family was huge, but most of my cousins had already graduated from Hogwarts.
They had left two open seats for us. Alice took the one next to Lily, so that they could gossip during the trip. This left me with only one option: Sitting between Malfoy and Hugo. The two people that I wanted to talk to most (I should tell you right now that I am a very sarcastic person, in case you didn't already realize that). Ignoring Malfoy, I turned to glare at my brother.
"So what did you do with my bags?" I growled. I felt the train begin to move. Hugo smiled.
"I gave them to Scorpius. I knew he would take good care of them." I felt my eyes widen, and I clenched my fists. My head was still turned toward Hugo, but I could he Malfoy laughing quietly behind me. I turned slowly to look ay him.
"Do you think that you could tell me where you put my bags," my voice shook from my anger at the fact that Hugo had chosen him to give my bags to, of all people.
"I would love to Rosie," he teased. I could feel his breath on my face, and looked away from him, blushing. These seats need to get further apart, I thought, as I pushed myself as far away from Malfoy as my chair would let me.
"So where are they?" I snapped at him.
"Thats not a very nice way to address someone who has your only way to change clothing or read a new book," I could here the smirk in his voice, even if I wasn't looking at him. It's sad but true. Only one of my bags had clothing. Three of them had all of my books.
The moment I had moved away from him, he had seen me blushing, and knew I was uncomfortable. He scooted out of his seat, and squished next to me, so that we were crammed very close together, not at all where I had wanted him to be.
"So, if you knew that I wouldn't tell you until you ask politely, how might you ask me for you luggage," he asked me, talking into my ear, which only made me blush more. My stupid face, I thought bitterly.
I turned and looked him in the eyes. He was so close that this meant that my whole face was incredibly red, but I knew that he would want me to be embarrassed while asking him. If I wasn't embarrassed, he wouldn't consider it worth his time to continue teasing me, and might never give me my luggage.
"Malfoy-" I began, but he cut me off.
"Scorpius," he told me. I wanted to wipe that smirk of his face.
"FIne! Scorpius, would you please hand over my luggage?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Good! Well at least, better," He told me, still smirking at how uncomfortable I was, and how much I didn't want to have to address him kindly. "Now, all you have to do it repeat after me. Say: And also, Scorpius, you are hottest guy at Hogwarts."
"And also Scorpius, you are the hottest guy at Hogwarts." I said, literally needing to bite my tongue from adding anything more.
"I would give anything to be snogging you right now," He said in a singsong voice. If looks could kill, he would be dead 10 times.
"I would give anything to be snogging you right now."
"And, without you, I would have nobody to fantasize about, or make me so nervous when I'm around that I blush like crazy." He laughed at the fact that my face got about a million times more red then it already was at this comment.
"And, without you, I would have nobody to fantasize about, or make me so nervous when I'm around that I blush like crazy."
He beamed at me. "Very good Rosie! Now, your luggage is right above us."
I jumped out of the seat, and looked up, so that I could see where all the suitcases were kept for the journey. Sure enough, my bags were all right there. I turned red, this time from anger.
"Thank you, Lily and Alice, for not pointing that out to me!" I screamed, while they looked guilty. "Thank you Albus, for not cutting off your crazy friend!" He merely smiled at me, while I turned to Hugo. "Thank you Hugo, for hiding my luggage!" He looked down, pretending to be ashamed. "AND YOU!" I shouted at Malfoy. "Thank you so much for humiliating me in front of my friends for NO REASON!" He smirked yet again at me.
"C'mon Weasley, I know that you were already thinking all of that. You're really just happy that I gave you reason to say it."
If I was a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of my ears, but I remembered that I was now Head Girl. Head Girls were not supposed to scream. I ran my fingers through my hair, calming myself down.
"I'm leaving." I told them all shortly. "I have to go talk to the new prefects anyway." Before I could leave, Malfoy had stood up behind me.
"Then I suppose I should leave too," he said.
"Why?" I asked him sharply.
Malfoy looked at Albus, who was looking at us both happily right now. He really did love it when we argued.
"You never told her?" Malfoy asked Al. He merely shook his head.
"I thought it would be more entertaining this way," he said.
"What is going on?" I asked them impatiently. Malfoy looked back at me, that stupid smirk on his face again.
"Well, I will be going with you because I am Head Boy," He said, fishing into one of his bags and pulling out the badge. I stared at it, completely dumbfounded. "Speechless Weasley? I can understand why," he strolled toward the door, and opened it for me, "After all, 10 months in a dorm with only the two of us? I doubt you'll be able to keep your hands off me."
I woke up from my daze when he said those words. I looked at him in horror, and said the only thing that I could think of at the moment.
"Shit," I breathed. Malfoy laughed at me. Then he gestured through the door he held open.
"After you, roomie," He grinned smugly.
Our meeting with the prefects went well. Then Malfoy and I went back to the compartment and changed into our robes. Al couldn't stop laughing at the situation that we were in. I was mortified, while Malfoy seemed thrilled at how uncomfortable the idea of spending 10 months with him is for me. We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, while we all tried to finish up essays that teachers had assigned to us at the end of last year. Well, everybody else did. I had finished them during the first week of summer. I had smugly told the whole compartment about this achievement. Malfoy had reminded me that the first week summer had been the week that he and Al had locked me in my bedroom, and only allowed me to come out to get food and go to the bathroom (I still don't know how they did that, and mom and dad never found out). I reminded him of the terrible hex I had put on him, when they finally let me our an gave me my wand (I love being of age!). This comment shut him up fro the rest for the journey, and I read blissfully in the quiet compartment. It was only when we all started getting up to get off the train that a sudden realization hit me.
Malfoy wasn't finding it as funny to yell at me now. He was finding it more amusing to embarrass me with...different methods. He had never enjoyed embarrassing me by just coming close to me and watching me blush. He normally needed something more than that. It scared me to think that he might use a more...sexual sense of humor this year, especially if we would be living together. That felt creepy just thinking. Nothing was very bad, but it was clear from the way he had acted around me on the train that he much preferred flirting with me and seeing how uncomfortable he could make me. When this thought occurred to me, I tried to glance in Scorpius' direction without him seeing. Of course, he saw me looking at him. He gave me a wink and wiggled his eyebrows. I could feel my face flush, and looked away. I could still see him laughing out of the corner of my eye. If anything, this proved my theory.
As I rode in the carriages with Lily and Alice, both talking about how exciting this new year would be. I could only think one thing: I am so screwed.