Chapter 1 : New Neighbors
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I've been listening to this song since I was sixteen.
I thought it was about time I made a fic based on it.
"Woah Oh! (Me Versus Everyone)" - Forever The Sickest Kids
A season that brings joy to many people’s faces.
“Rose, dear, could you get the bags out of the trunk?” My mom calls out, opening the door to the house with her set of keys.
“Yeah,” I mumble.
I wasn’t a fan of summer. I didn’t like the mosquitoes, I didn’t enjoy the sunburns, and I didn’t like the blasting heat. But, of course, I had to deal with the vices of summer just to come here for my vacation. The ‘here’ in question is one of the small village towns in Bristol, England. It’s like a place were everyone comes around for the summer and just snoozes off down by the beach, which is about twenty minutes away from our house by broom. I don’t know why we come here every summer. I guess it’s a kind of Weasley/Potter tradition.
I flip open the trunk of my mother’s car and start to bring bags inside our huge house.
For vacation, we stay down here. We’re near the beach but we also have a big lake behind our house, so if whenever we’re too lazy to walk down to the beach, we just relax down there. Our summer house (or beach house, which ever you prefer) is pretty gargantuan, considering the fact that it can fit, almost, my entire family. It’s a three story house near the clearing of the forest with four bathrooms and two master bedrooms, one on the first floor and one on the third floor. The one on the third floor belongs to my parents. The other master bedroom on the first floor belongs to my Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. Then there are the additional bedrooms that my cousins and I occupy, followed by a large kitchen and living room. We also have a large deck in our backyard for cookouts.
There aren’t many trees around the neighborhood, besides the ones behind our house, but those are more like a setting, really. A backdrop. You have to go through there to get to the lake. But the real forest is pretty far in, way passed the lake. One time Hugo and I played hide-and-go-seek when we were little and he got lost. Mum flipped and basically accio’d him back home. This would explain why my little brother never sets foot in the forest anymore; consider it a fear…or a phobia. Whenever I want to go to the lake, I have to go without Hugo. I told him it was a ridiculous fear, to be afraid of trees. I mean, they don’t even move. They haven’t moved in years. It’s not like a tree’s going to automatically smack you in the face with its branch if you try to climb on it. But he didn’t listen to me. Instead, he pulled the awkward pubescent-teenager thing where he told me to shut up and ran up to his room. Probably to cry his heart out.
Boo, freaking, who.
I shouldn’t have been shocked though. I should have known at that moment, when we were little, I wouldn’t be taken seriously in my family. No one really listens to me. I mean, okay, my parents love me, my aunts and uncles shower me with too many gifts on Christmas, and my grandparents absolutely adore me, don’t get me wrong. But that isn’t what I’m referring to. I’m the weird redhead in the family. The spunky one. The retro chick that wears her sunglasses at night. Not even Molly, stuck-up-the-arse Molly Weasley, could be as indescribable as me. No one gets me. No one truly understands me. But of course, I’ve grown accustomed to it.
I get along with most of my family; except my baby brother. But that’s only if he gets really pissy and emotional. Some of my cousins think I’m a total kook, even though they enjoy my company. I don’t blame them, though. I’m a kook, it’s true. I used to think that wearing a feather boa and blasting old Abba hits around the house in my mother’s heels was fabulous. Hell, I still do. In fact, I’m pretty sure I did that last week when no one was home.
Sue me, I have style.
“Unload the groceries while I change the bed sheets. And when you’re done, could you clean the bathroom near the kitchen? Thanks, love.”
“Sure, mum.” I take another two trips back to the trunk. I then start to unload the groceries laid out on our kitchen table.
The others are going to arrive later on. Our official Potter/Weasley summer vacation is going to start tonight. Dad’s going to drive up here with Hugo, Albus, and James. Albus and James are Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny’s sons, though. Mr. and Mrs. Potter are going to come around in an hour or two with their daughter Lily, plus their niece and nephew, Roxanne and Freddie. Roxanne and Freddie are Uncle George’s kids, but he usually can’t come on vacation during the summer so we just bring them along. He runs a large branch of wizard joke shops with his wife, and it’s hard for him to take time off. Then there’s my other cousin, Victoire. Victoire is Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill’s daughter. She’s flying down with her boyfriend Teddy (who’s been part of the family since forever), her sister Dominique, and our cousin Molly (yes, the stuck-up-the-arse one), tonight during dinner. Molly is Uncle Percy’s daughter. Uncle Percy also works long hours and can’t take time off during the summer.
Not sure if you got all that but yes…this is my family. I apologize if I lost you after two sentences.
It’s a lot to handle, being in a family full of part-veela blondes, snarky but lovable brunettes, and quirky freckled redheads. But it’s always been like this. Mum and I are always the first to arrive, and we make sure the house is presentable – the beds made, the food put away, the bathrooms cleaned. It’s our ritual. Even though I can’t stand sweat stains and mosquito bites, I love spending vacations in this house. Once and while, Grandpa Arthur and Grandma Molly floo-powder their way here and spend some nights with us.
Besides Hogwarts, this was like my second home. Our summer house (which I happen to call ‘Big Blue’ from time to time because of it’s blue window shudders) is historic…all the memories in this house…You wouldn’t believe the shit that’s happened behind closed doors. The village is pretty tight-knit; the neighborhood is all on one block. There are maybe twenty houses total in this neighborhood. Our house is not too secluded from the more expensive beach houses close to shore, but it’s genuinely enjoyable. Like I said, the area is just really nice and quiet.
I quickly put the groceries away and head for the supply closet under the stairs. Uncle Harry once made a joke about fitting a bed into this little supply closet. All the grown-ups laughed. I didn’t get it.
I take out some spray cleaner and a rag. I head down the hall where the bathroom near the kitchen is. Walking through the bathroom door, memories from last year instantly fill my mind. And one significant memory sticks out like a soar thumb: Lily Potter was trying to pluck her eyebrows for the first time in the loo, because Fred Weasley teased her about her facial hair. I had to take a wee really bad and I basically rammed the door into Lily’s back, causing her hand to slip. She pulled out four hairs that were smack-dabbed in the middle of her right eyebrow. Mum scolded me. Dad didn’t know what to do with himself. Uncle Harry tried not to laugh at how ridiculous his daughter looked with a random patch of baldness on her eyebrow. Aunt Ginny fixed Lily’s eyebrows while Freddie hi-fived me.
I spray some cleaner on the window in the bathroom. After a couple swipes, I see a car pass by. The person in the backseat of the car makes me instantly throw down my rag and open the window. I unlock the window and practically stick my head out. I squint at the passing automobile in slow motion. The person in the backseat peers over his open window and spots me. His eyes linger on me for a couple seconds. And then Scorpius Malfoy smirks.
I gasp in shock and accidentally bang my head on the open window ledge. I wince in pain and rub the now bruised spot on my head.
“I must be hallucinating,” I tell myself. I pop my head out of the window again to take another look, but there is no car. Huh…
I have got to stop imagining things.
“…and then I said, that’s not a Blast-ended Skrewt, that’s a muggle!” finishes my cousin James, while everyone at the table burst into laughter at his joke.
Alas, the first official family dinner of the summer has begun. Green beans are being passed around, steaks are being devoured, soda pop is being poured, and laughter is spreading all throughout the room. Everyone arrived safe and sound; the only four people that weren’t here yet were Victoire, Dominique, Teddy, and Molly. But they’re arriving via broomsticks, so they definitely won’t be here until later on tonight.
“So, what’s up with you, Rosie?” My cousin Albus asks me from across the table.
“Nothing much. Just the same old, same old. How about you?” I ask in return. I look at my brother and I gesture him to pass me the peas. He rolls his eyes as he hands the dish over. Merlin, what is with this child? I thought I was supposed to be the one with the menstrual cycle, not him.
“Definitely not the same old, same old! Rose, this is our last summer before we leave for Hogwarts…for the last time! We are going to be Seventh Years, and I’ve been working my arse off practicing for Quidditch since school ended. I’m captain now, and the only way I can spend my summer now is getting in better shape and practicing techniques.”
“Al, darling, do you hear yourself? There’s nothing to obsess over. School just ended like, two weeks ago. And you’re already thinking of this upcoming school year? Honestly, that’s a bit pathetic. Relax, dude. Summer is all about freedom. How are you supposed to spend your last Hogwartian summer vacation and enjoy it, if you’re going to be obsessing over Quidditch the whole time?”
Uncle Harry quickly butts in from the head of the table. “You remind me of my old captain,” he smiles, taking a bite from his steak. “Oliver Wood was the biggest Quidditch nut to ever set foot in Hogwarts.”
It’s true. Uncle Harry and dad would always tell us their school tales about being on the team since our First Year.
And every time Albus has spoken about being Quidditch captain since school’s ended, I swear, Uncle Harry’s had to ask himself if he’d accidentally picked up the wrong baby at the Hospital seventeen years ago. I mean, Uncle Harry was always competitive when it came to Quidditch, sure, but even he drew the line somewhere. Albus Potter’s obsession with the sport is down right unhealthy, if you ask me. The kid is a complete sports nut. If someone thought he was Oliver Wood’s illegitimate son, I’d believe them in a heartbeat. I guess it’s because Albus is a genuinely competitive, but self-challenging, kind of person. I mean, he is in Slytherin. And they’re a challenge-loving lot. Always competing within their walls, and of course, with each other. That’s the kind of drive that everyone notices when they see him play Quidditch. Albus and James, both, actually.
“I won’t be wasting my time,” Albus defends. “Quidditch is the sport of champions.” Before he can continue talking, his older brother puts in his two cents.
“Right on, little brother!” James gives his younger brother a high five from a couple seats down.
The two Potter boys are complete polar opposites besides their shared love for Quidditch. That’s the only real thing that keeps their brotherhood alive. James Potter II was sorted in Gryffindor, while two years later Albus Potter was sorted in Slytherin. James always loved attention, but he wasn’t too cocky. He was just more social. And plus, he was the older one. Albus was the quiet one, and read more books in the library than Madame Pince herself. He liked to keep to himself. Both were on rival Quidditch teams, and yet, both wished the other good luck before matches. They fight like normal brothers should, of course, but I don’t think people realize how much they really have in common. I can guarantee that if you saw them both walking down the street side by side, you’d think it was unintentional, because their personalities and vibes are so contrasting, it would completely catch you off guard if you thought they were friends. So contrasting, that many people thought they hated each other during the first couple years at Hogwarts. They didn’t look like friends. But their looks were undeniable. Each looked stunningly like his father, and no one could say they didn’t look alike. They had the infamous Potter glare, for crying out loud. Along with half of the family; excluding the red-haired side. Because we’re Weasley’s and all, you know. With the death threats and fiery tempers. We were a whole different class of ‘glare’ entirely.
We have the infamous Weasley glare. And I gotta say – our stares are a tiny bit more powerful than the Potter’s glare. Especially if you mix mom’s anger at the most opportune moments. Even dad cowers when she yells. And she’s not even a redhead, and she married into being a Weasley!
“You know,” James begins, putting his hands on the table, “I have to say, I was beginning to miss Big Blue. I can’t wait for what summer’s going to bring. I need to have a good break before going back to Uni. School’s killing me right now.”
“Me too,” I say. “Ever since school ended, I’ve been more than excited to come back to Bristol. I was actually looking forward to the next couple of months, can you believe that?”
He chuckles. “No,” he feigns, “not Rose Weasley!” Everyone in the family knows of how much I disdain summer, and how much I love Big Blue. It’s a complete contradiction, I know.
“Oh, yes. I couldn’t wait to come back to Big Blue. Besides being home and being at Hogwarts, this is like the third best place on the planet. Bring on the awkward sweat stains and itchy mosquito bites!”
James and I raise our soda pops and clink glasses. “Here, here,” he says.
“Agreed,” chimes in Albus.
Hugo rolls his eyes again.
Roxanne and Freddie start having a baked potato fight.
Aunt Ginny threatens them with her fork and they stop.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, dear,” my mom says to my father, “someone’s finally bought the vacant house next door!” She smiles. “We’re going to have neighbors.”
Dad looks taken aback. “Really?”
“Wow, the house next door has been on sale for years, I’m surprised!” exclaims Aunt Ginny. “Someone’s finally bought it?”
The brick house next door has been vacant for as long as I can remember. And now, it’s all of a sudden off of the market? I eat my vegetables silently and eye my cousins wearily. We all give each other cautious looks around the table while our parents continue speaking. Something’s definitely up.
“Apparently. But aren’t you guys excited?” Mom takes a sip of water. “We’re finally going to have neighbors next door.”
“It’s not like we don’t have neighbors on the right,” says Lily Potter, testing the vegetables out in her mouth.
“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Aunt Ginny sweetly reminds her.
She makes a funny face and discreetly spits out the carrots in her napkin when her mother isn’t looking.
“Well, I wouldn’t really consider Mr. and Mrs. Connelly to be active neighbors,” responds mom. “At least now you’ll have people across from most of your bedrooms. The last time I checked, the only rooms in the house that have good views from the balcony are the master bedrooms.”
Mr. and Mrs. Connelly live in the other house next door, to the right. And they only visit once or twice every summer. The longest they stay is for a week, before heading back to wherever they live. They’re about 80-year-old somethings with the skin of prunes. Sweet people sure, but not the most welcoming. They keep the blinds up and make sure the shudders are closed tight so not even an ounce of sunlight can get in. And they don’t have any kids, grandkids, or Godchildren to stay with them, so there isn’t anybody for us to play with. It’s not like I can knock on the Connelly’s door and ask Mr. Connelly to come out and play in the lake with us behind the house. What’s he going to do, go fetch his Speedo? I’d like to save myself from the scarring mental image, thanks.
“I guess having ‘left next door neighbors’ is going to be okay,” mumbles Lily.
“Of course it’s going to be okay,” assures Uncle Harry. “It’s going to take some getting used to, but I’m sure they have children to play with, or at least someone you can all befriend. There aren’t many kids your age close by. This is definitely a good thing.” He pours himself some freshly squeezed lemonade as my mother continues.
“Anyway, I invited the family to come over tomorrow night for our first family cookout,” she announces.
“That’s a lovely idea, Hermione,” comments Aunt Ginny.
Dad finishes chewing his steak and dabs his mouth with a napkin. “So, who’s the family?”
I swear, a haystack could have rolled into the room and it would have been less awkward than the silence that is now bestowed upon the dinner table. Mom is definitely hesitating to respond; she’s looking down at her food while cutting her baked potato in half.
“Well?” my father pushes.
“Hm?” My mother pretends not to hear, and takes a bite of her food.
“Which family’s moved next door, love?”
My eyebrows crinkle. What’s going on? Why isn’t she telling us? I nudge Albus under the table with my foot. He nudges me back.
“Oh, just the Malfoy’s,” she says nonchalantly, chewing her potato.
James spits out his soda pop and Uncle Harry practically faints. I think I just heard someone’s head thump on the table. Was that Lily?
“WHAT!?” Dad and I roar at the same time, dropping our silverware against our plates.
Mom sighs impatiently. “Oh, honestly, Ronald!” she hisses.
“This cannot be happening!” James slams his fists on the table.
“Hush!” Aunt Ginny disciplines her eldest son.
Merlin’s left arse cheek, I wasn’t imagining him this morning! Scorpius Malfoy was indeed in that car…in that back seat, staring at me…smirking…ugh!
“How could this have happened?” I ask. This is so random. I mean, the Malfoy family? In Bristol? Surely this couldn’t be any more indiscriminate.
“Er…well, before it got dark, I cleaned the new bed sheets and I was laying them on the clothesline outside. I looked off into the backyard, and noticed boxes being shuffled around in the house through the windows. I glanced at the automobile in the driveway and out came Draco Malfoy.”
Uncle Harry blinks.
“What the hell?!” James snaps. “This is bloody ridiculous, if you ask me!”
“Fortunately, no one asked you! Watch your mouth in front of the children. You may have graduated, James, but you are still under my roof,” Aunt Ginny scolds. This makes him snap his mouth shut in an instant.
“NO,” is all my father says.
“Ron,” my mother says dangerously. “Don’t start.”
“I think you need to calm down.”
“Absolutely not! This is unacceptable!”
Mom rolls her eyes. “Well, excuse me, darling husband of mine, but what are you going to do about it? They’ve bought the house. It doesn’t belong to us; you’re speaking as if they’ve gone walking all over our property. We can’t just kick them out.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I think Hermione’s right, you need to calm down. There’s no use getting angry over it. If they’ve bought the house, then there’s nothing we can really do about it,” Aunt Ginny intervenes.
“How can you say that, Ginny? It’s Draco Malfoy and his family!”
“Yes, Ron, we know that. But there’s no reason to have a fit over it. Get a hold of yourself. If what your wife is saying is true, then so be it – we’re next door neighbors with the Malfoy’s,” she concludes. “It’s going to take a while to get used to, that’s for sure.” She almost frowns.
“This is a disaster,” James groggily says under his breath.
“I think it’s quite refreshing,” Albus pipes in.
“Why is everyone telling me to calm down? You all are barking mad if you think-”
“Look,” Uncle Harry puts a hand up, silencing my father, “I don’t like this any more than you do, trust me…” He grimaces and continues. “But I think we owe them a fresh start. We barely speak to them, anyway. Let’s not make a big deal out of it. None of us are absolutely comfortable with this, but we’re all going to have to make an effort to make this work.”
Aunt Ginny and mom agree with Uncle Harry; they share a nod in unison. Meanwhile, my father’s trying to stop his blood pressure from sky-rocketing.
“I don’t get why you’re freaking out, to be honest. I mean, wasn’t Draco Malfoy more of my dad’s enemy than yours?” Albus asks politely.
“The feeling was mutual!” Blurts my father.
“Ron,” my mother says spitefully. “If you do not get yourself together, I swear on Devil’s Snare-”
“Alright, alright – fine. Fine. I’m calm, okay? I’m calm.” He picks up his drink and downs the entire glass. He slams in back on the table again and immediately refills it with red wine.
“Great, now dad’s going get all drunk n’ sour on us,” Hugo remarks. “It’s about time someone in this family became fond of the drink,” he says sarcastically. I turn my head in Hugo’s direction. I look at him for a while. My one eyebrow is raised and my face is changing back and forth between trying to figure him out, and trying to understand where the hell that came from. Is he hitting puberty or something? Because I don’t think I can take this new and pissy version of Hugo. He’s like the bitchier version of one of the Zabini twins on a bad hair day. Not pleasant.
Everyone seated at the table, on the other hand, is still recovering from dad’s outburst, and the fact that someone’s moved in to the house ‘on our left’ as Lily so put it.
Wait a minute.
The Malfoy’s have fricking moved in to the house on our left. We’re…neighbors.
I inwardly shudder.
“What just happened?” Fred asks me in monotone, too shocked to put emotion in his voice.
“It’s the Apocalypse,” I explain.
A Big Blonde Apocalypse.
“Wait until Teddy, Vic, Dom, and Molly hear about this. They’re going to have a field day,” he shakes his head.
And Fred’s absolutely right. There are quite a few people in our family (James, Victoire, Teddy, Dominique, Molly, and a few select others) that aren’t too fond of the Malfoy family. Call it old school rivalry or whatnot, but since First Year – when Albus, Molly, Scorpius, and I had just been sorted into our Houses – all my other older cousins found Scorpius Malfoy to be a bit of a nuisance. At least once during his First Year at Hogwarts, he had pissed off almost all of my cousins and extended family.
Dominique couldn’t stand him; Teddy and Vic rolled their eyes at him during their final years; Molly was too snooty to like in general, even at a young age; and James…Well, James was the first Potter of his generation to step foot back into Hogwarts. And he made it known. Like I said, James was quite the social butterfly. Social butterfly meaning a bit bigheaded. And when it came to Quidditch try outs, James couldn’t believe that both Albus and Scorpius made the team together. He laid down the law for his little brother, no doubt – telling him to stay clear of the Malfoy boy as much as he could, and not to associate with him in public. Albus Potter didn’t like being told who to be friends with, so that didn’t go down too well.
So he befriended the Malfoy boy nevertheless. They weren’t friends, per se. But they were acquaintances that said hello to each other from time to time. This made James livid and Scorpius immediately received first ranking in his ‘who I need to kill before leaving Hogwarts’ list. Fortunately for Scorpius, James didn’t follow through with his murderous plans. Professor McGonagall sorta kinda made sure of it.
If you can’t tell by now, I found that highly unsurprising and predictable.
“I wonder if he has any younger siblings,” Lily whispers to me. “I bet he has the cutest cousins…”
Lily thirteen years old and she’s already started liking boys. I think she should wait until she’s at least thirty before looking at date-able males.
“Don’t even think about it,” I tell her.
“Why not? That Malfoy kid is really cute! Don’t you think so?”
“This topic is not up for discussion,” I dismiss quickly. “And besides, he doesn’t have any siblings or cousins I know of. His dad’s an only child.”
“Maybe his mother has siblings. Isn’t she a twin?”
I purse my lips. “I think she has an older sister named Daphne – wait a minute, why am I even explaining this to you? Each your peas.”
She giggles. “I can’t wait for what summer vacation’s going to bring.” Lily looks off into the distance like she’s in the middle of a day dream. “I’m ready to have my first summer love!”
I almost spit out my food. “You’re pubescent!” I whisper hastily. Lily’s gone completely hormonal; this is not okay. Now she’s going to be reading teen witch magazines about love stories and asking me for makeup tips and reading magazine article how-to’s on seducing your partner…Bleh!
“I am not pubescent,” she pouts. “I’ll have you know I’ve already kissed a boy!”
Thank goodness Uncle Harry can’t hear this.
“Besides, if any of Scorpius Malfoy’s relatives look like him, I’ll be more than happy-”
“Please stop talking.”
“Oh, come on, Rose! Explore the possibilities of summer love!” she clasps her hands together. “You can’t deny that Scorpius is absolutely to die for. Imagine if all of his blonde cousins come down for a visit. We’re going to have to get to know them. The Malfoy’s relatives, I mean. If they have any. There’s barely anyone our age in this neighborhood. Finally, we can wear make up and look pretty for boys during our summer!” Lily starts batting her eyelashes, her mind going through some sort of fantasy daze. “How exciting.”
I snap my fingers together. “Snap out of it, Lils. Firstly, you are too young for any of that sort of stuff. Secondly, we are not going to be hanging out with the Malfoy’s relatives, let alone Scorpius Malfoy himself.”
“Technically, we are,” she points out. “They’re eating with us tomorrow night at our cookout. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that’s going to be the first and last encounter we’re going to have with them.”
Oh, poop, she’s making sense. I momentarily forgot one major detail that Lily’s just reminded me: This definitely won’t be the only encounter we’re going to have with them, because summer’s just started. And we have three full months of summer vacation. Three full months of having the Malfoy family next door.
“Joyous.” I cover my face with my hands.
“I know!” Lily responds excitedly. I wonder how tomorrow night is going to turn out. If my father can muster up enough strength to not lunge at Draco Malfoy. This is isn’t exactly the best thing, but it isn’t bad either – I don’t know. I’m having mixed feelings about this.
But one thing’s for sure, this is definitely going to be one summer to remember.
Author's Note: This is my new baby, please be gentle. I've been working on this story for almost a year and it took me three months before that to even consider doing it/planning it out. I love this pairing so much, and I just had to stop teasing my audience with one-shots...so I wrote this!
I hope you liked it! It'll get better ;] it's a summer fic, it's bound to be fabulous! My Rose/Scorpius fans have been waiting for me to write a story for these two for a while. So here it is!
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