Chapter 1 : Head Girl, Head Boy
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My name is Rose Weasley; yes the daughter of the famous Ron and Hermione Weasley, best friends of the even more famous Harry Potter. It’s quite a burden to bear, let me tell you.
First off, my father practically ordered me to be in Gryffindor like the 20 billion Weasley before me. Now, beginning my 7th year at Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw, I’m quite happy (Aren’t I the little rebel?).
Secondly, Harry Potter’s my uncle. I don’t really need to say more, do I? I mean, when you’re the niece of the man who killed Lord Voldemort (No, I’m not afraid to say his name, the blokes dead!) you’re guaranteed a certain bit of fame. Of course, it’s nothing compared to what James, Al, and Lily had to endure up ‘til James’ fifth year. Guess there’s only so long you can gawk at somebody because of their father. Though apparently there’s some Creevey that still follows Al around. Creepy.
Oh and not only am I a Ravenclaw, but I’m also Head Girl. My mom was so proud, Uncle Harry wasn’t surprised, and Uncle George completely gave up hope on me. Oh well, you can’t please everyone.
“Rose! Rose!” my younger cousin, Lily, ran up to me completely out of breath. Lily’s starting her fifth year and has become quite the character. Her, my brother Hugo, and her brothers, especially James before he graduated, never let the Slytherins have a moment’s peace. Listen to the little devil, “Rose, what would be the best way to make a cauldron full of the Draught of Living Death explode?” See what I mean?
I raised an eyebrow at my cousin, “You realize that you are asking the new Head Girl this, don’t you?”
Lily was completely unconcerned. “You wouldn’t tell on us,” she said confidently, looking at me with wide innocent eyes. I swore under my breath because it was true. When it came to my cousins I was weak.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “Add lacewing flies and a unicorn hair, stir clockwise, wait thirty seconds and boom, one exploding cauldron, one Slytherin covered in the Draught of Living Death and out cold for hours with the slight side effect of leaks coming out of his ears, and one Lily Potter in detention.” I glared at her and she grinned. “Thanks Rose.” And my evil cousin skipped off to her friends and to tell Al and Hugo what she learned.
You see, another downside to having Hermione as a mother is that I inherited her brains. Don’t get me wrong, I like being smart. I pretty much know everything about every subject at Hogwarts. Only bad thing is, my cousins and my brother know that fact too. Like dear Lily just did, they frequently use it against me. Little gits.
I glanced at my watch. Not a weird one with planets on it, no a nice digital one. Yikes, I only had about 5 minutes to get on the train. I wanted to see my friends before I had to go to the prefect’s compartment with the Head Boy and give a little speech. “That fun will have to wait until after I find Katie and Amy,” I thought as I hurried down the train looking for my friends. I was so intent on this that I didn’t notice the compartment door right in front of me open and I ran straight into…Scorpius Malfoy. Aaargh.
Well, the Bane of My Existence smirked at me, but I just brushed past him.
“Looking lovely today, Weasley,” he called after me as I stalked away.
Without sparing him a glance, I said over my shoulder, “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Malfoy.” I know, I’m good.
Scorpius Malfoy, aka the Bane of My Existence, is also a Seventh year Ravenclaw. I know, huge surprise there. If my father freaked out when he found out I was in Ravenclaw, just imagine the look on Scorpius’ father’s face. Draco Malfoy: my mother. Father, and Uncle Harry’s biggest rival when they were at Hogwarts.
Oh the stories I used to hear. Is he really still known as ‘Malfoy the amazing bouncing ferret’? Wish I knew. Maybe someone will come along and pass the title on to his son… One can only hope.
But back to Malfoy’s daddy. He used to be a supporter of Voldemort, along with his parents. But since the Battle of Hogwarts, he’s apparently tried to turn over a new leaf. According to my dad, and I quote, “he’s still a slimy git” (insert an indignant “Ronald!” from my mum here), but Dad is never going to like Malfoy Senior. You know what they were like when they were at school together. They weren’t exactly pals, were they?
Anyway, Mr. Malfoy has been completely disassociating himself and his family with the Dark Arts. He’s even stopped speaking to his father, Lucius (His mum respected his decision, but good ole’ dad). I guess that’s how Malfoy Junior got into Ravenclaw and not Slytherin. A Malfoy not in Slytherin, how does the sun still shine?
Just my lick that the first Malfoy not in Slytherin is in my house, right? From the day we were sorted, Scorpius Malfoy and I have not gotten along. Maybe because he’s almost as smart as me. Another big surprise. His father wasn’t known to be particularly good at anything, was he? Except maybe Potions, but come on, has there ever been a more biased teacher than Professor Snape? Or maybe we don’t like each other because he’s a Malfoy and I’m a Weasley. I don’t know nor care.
So my first five years at Hogwarts, Malfoy detested me and I detested him. Same old, same old. But then, just last year, something changed. Malfoy seemed to really look at me for the first time. He started complimenting me. And not backhanded compliments either. Real compliments, like what he said when we ran into each other, (literally) “Looking lovely today, Weasley.” Mind you, he said them arrogantly and in an offhand way, but still. When does a Malfoy ever compliment someone? Except of course when they’re trying to suck up.
My pesky, annoying friends keep saying that it’s because he likes me. I laugh them off every time. Scorpius Malfoy interested in a Weasley? I don’t think so. Not gonna happen. Anyway I’m used to it now, even if I don’t understand it. You heard my snappy comeback.
Aaah, here are my pesky and annoying friends now. I had reached the end of the train and in the last compartment sat my two best friends, Katie Davies and Amy Corner. I slid open the door and plopped down next to Katie.
“So girls, how was your summers?” I asked, looking at my friends.
Katie answered first, “Great. I played tons of quidditch. And devised new strategies,” She said enthusiastically. “We are so gonna get that cup this year.” Katie is the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and a damn good chaser. She could play fore England when she graduates. She’s also completely mad. There is no weather we don’t fly in (I’m a chaser too), no time is too early or late for us to be on our brooms practicing and there’s no strategy that we don’t try. And I’m telling you, some are bloody insane. Don’t get me wrong, Katie’s brilliant, best captain we’ve ever had, but Merlin’s beard sometimes I seriously question her sanity. I believe she rivals the first Quidditch Captain Uncle Harry had, Oliver Wood. And from what I hear, that is saying something.
Now Amy replied, “I got a new line of perfume up in my mum’s store and now I’m working on a pair of jeans that change style according to your mood. For example, skinny jeans when you’re feeling sexy and boot cut when you’re laid back.” She smiled at us excitedly and I shook my head. There you have it, folks, mood jeans, from the one and only Amy Corner.
If Katie’s the Quidditch star and I’m the smart one, then Amy is definitely the fashion diva. From anything to making our uniforms cuter to what to wear on a date, Amy’s your girl.
“So,” I said, grinning at my friends. “Do you to know who the new Head Boy is?”
Instantly, two evil grins appeared on their faces. I felt a sense of foreboding. It is never a good thing your best friends grin evilly at you. It means that they know something that you don’t and like it, but know that you won’t. Yep, the complexity of the evil grin.
“Oh, we know who it is alright,” Katie said slyly. “In fact, you’d better get down to the prefect’s compartment to meet him soon or else you’ll be late.”
I leapt up, looking worriedly at Katie and Amy, who were now barely holding back giggles. I had almost made it out the door when Amy called, “ The Heads share a separate common room, Rose and have their own dorms there. You should probably remember that.”
I slammed the door to shut out their insane laughter and practically ran down the train to the prefect’s compartment. A door opened right in front of me and I ran straight into Scorpius Malfoy. Again. How’s that for a little déjà vu? He grabbed my arm to steady me, but I yanked it away.
He smirked at me. Have I mentioned how much I hate it when he smirks?
“Get out of my way, Malfoy. I’m going to the prefect’s compartment. I’m Head Girl.” I said loftily.
Malfoy didn’t look at all surprised at this. “Well then, I’ll just accompany you. Seeing as I’m the new Head Boy.”
Him, Scorpius Malfoy, Head Boy. Me, Rose Weasley, Head Girl. Shared common room, with dorms.
Someone kill me now.