Chapter 2 : Traitor cats and new friends
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Rose frowned at the boy. He was fairly tall, medium build, and a friendly face. But who was he? She’d seen him before. Or at least heard of this boy. The boy who was still smirking at her.
“Hello, Weasley” He said, still smirking. Rose knotted her eyebrows together in frustration. How come he knew who she was, when she still had no idea who the hell he was?
The boy laughed at Rose, evidently enjoying the moment. She growled at him. “You have no idea who I am do you?” He asked. Though, it was more a statement than a question.
Suddenly, something clicked inside Rose. Blond hair. Nobody she actually knew had blond hair. The only people she had heard of with blond hair were… the Malfoys. What? He was a Malfoy? Once the idea was in her head, it all came into place. His drawling voice, his grey, fierce eyes, his stocky build, his blond hair. Even his smirk. He was 100% Malfoy.
“Malfoy” Rose said, jerking her head.
“Your name is Rose” Malfoy said. How did he know that? Rose asked herself. And anyway, they had only started talking. They were strangers. They weren’t friends. They weren’t on first name basis. In fact, they were barely on last name basis. Merlin, thought Rose, this boy needs to get a grip.
Jilly wound herself around Scorpius’ legs. Traitor thought Rose Jilly’s meant to hate strangers. Evidently she didn’t hate Scorpius, because Jilly climbed up Scorpius’ robes, and perched on his shoulder. Like an owl. Rose knew Jilly should have been an owl. Jilly liked crapping on people. It’s what she was best at.
“She’ll poo on you” She warned Scorpius. He hastily put Jilly down, and sat in the seat. He looked at Rose.
He wouldn’t look away.
Rose got her book out. She read for half an hour, stroking Jilly behind the ears. She glanced up. Still looking.
Frustrated, she slammed the book shut, and crossed her legs. “What?!” She snapped. Malfoy continued to eye her suspiciously, until Rose spoke up louder. “What do you want Malfoy!?”
“You’re a Weasley.” He said slowly. “Dad said that you’d hate me. He said to stay away from you.”
“Then why did you talk to me?” Rose asked curiously.
Malfoy laughed, stretching, “I’m a badass” He said easily. Rose rolled her eyes. He was just like James. Full of himself. But, he was still likeable.
“My dad said to stay away from you too.” Rose blurted out before her brain had filtered her thoughts. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m not my father” he said simply, and turned to watch the skyline fly by.
“You’re different” She said. “I mean, you’re different to how I expected you to be.”
“And how did you expect me to be?” He asked. Rose looked down. “Arrogant, selfish, a nasty piece of work.” She looked up at him, “but you aren’t. I like you. I want to be your friend” She said.
Malfoy smiled. “I want to be yours too.” Rose laughed, remembering something. “My Uncle Harry, he said that you might not necessarily be like your dad. He said, if you made friends with ‘a blood traitor’, you would be different to your dad. If blood traitors still existed, I’d be one. And we’re friends.” She said. Then she looked doubtful, “Aren’t we?”
Malfoy smirked, nodding his head, “Yeah, I guess we are.” They smiled at each other for a while, then drew their attention to the trolley lady, who rapped her knuckles lightly on the compartment window as she went by, and immediately jumped up to buy all sorts of goodies.
They spent the rest of the journey swapping chocolate frog cards and sharing sweets until they felt sick.
“Weasley?” Asked Malfoy sighing as his castle of cards collapsed again. Rose looked up from the latest edition of The Quibbler. It was quite interesting. “Mm?” She murmured, glancing back onto the page, turning it this way and that to figure something out.
Malfoy fidgeted, “What House do you want to be in?” He asked, as if afraid Rose would murder him for uttering the very sentence. Rose stared at him. Wasn’t it obvious?
“Gryffindor.” She said simply. “Family tradition.” She turned a page in her magazine. “Why?” She asked, curious. When Malfoy didn’t reply, she cocked her head to one side.
“Well. My dad wants me to be in Slytherin” He said cautiously, running his hands through his hair.
“Of course he does. His whole family has been Slytherin. Apart from Sirius of course.” She added, before really thinking about whether it was a good idea.
Luckily, Malfoy laughed, “Sirius, how could I forget. I don’t know why my family neglected him that way. He seemed pretty cool from what I’ve heard.” He picked Jilly up who had been vying for his attention for that past 5 minutes or so.
“Back to the point” Rose said, “What house do you want to be in?” She said softly, her eyes filled with something Malfoy couldn’t quite place.
“Uh, well, I know it sounds stupid, considering that Slytherin hates them, and I’m meant to go to Slytherin, but they seem pretty cool and laid back, not to mention brave, and I support like, your dad and mum and your Aunts and Uncles, especially Harry, although I never tell my dad that, and I guess I just want to be like them, and lose the Death eater image” He babbled, clearly not thinking straight.
“Uh, I didn’t get any of that,” Said Rose, holding her hand up, “Say that in plain English please.”
“IwanttobeinGryffindor” He said in one big rush.
Was that it? Was that what he was worried about? She thought to herself. She noticed him staring at her. She frowned, Oh, he’s expecting an answer.
“That’s a great idea” She said. And she meant it.
“But—wait, w-what?” Malfoy stammered, looking shocked.
“Just because your family expect you to follow their footsteps, doesn’t mean you will. Showing you don’t really want to be in Slytherin is a pretty good sign that you won’t be placed there. That’s what happened with Sirius. Maybe it’ll happen with you,” Rose smiled, “And besides, I want my new friend to be in the same house, otherwise, I won’t be able to tease them.”
She paused. “Yes, you” she said, when she noticed Malfoy looking confused.
He opened and closed his mouth like a stunned goldfish. “I… Uh, thanks?” He said, then held his hand out. “Friends?” He asked, hesitant.
Rose immediately shook his hand, “Friends” she confirmed.
“Call me Rose” She added, looking pointedly at Malfoy.
He smirked, “Call me Scorpius” he laughed, then stood up, stretched, and went to find out where they were.
He came back moments later.
“We’re almost there!” He said, not hiding his excitement. Rose squealed, “I am so excited!” She said, hugging Jilly tightly until the cat scratched her. “Jilly,” Rose groaned, staunching the blood with a tissue.
“Just hold the tissue there tight. I did learn the spell to heal little cuts, but I er, kind of forgot it.” Said Scorpius, grimacing as he looked at the scratch.
Rose couldn’t help but laugh at his discomfort, “You know, I’d have thought someone like you wouldn’t mind grisly stuff. This is but a scratch!” She said, giggling, holding up her wrist, which had, by then, stopped bleeding.
Scorpius rolled his eyes, and continued chatting for the rest of the train journey.
Finally, Hogwarts came into view.
“Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose, ROSE!” Someone said, poking Rose with each word uttered. Rose sat upright faster than lightning. She looked around for the attacker.
“Ugh, Scorpius” She groaned when she saw him grinning cheekily at her.
“Come on Rose” He said, dragging her up off the seat by the hand, “We have to get ready”
“Do we have to?” Rose replied, still half asleep.
“Hurry up or I’ll leave you here.”
“Good idea, you go ahead.” Rose waved to him, her eyelids drooping.
“Shit!” Rose was wide awake, dripping wet. “Did you really have to shoot water at me Scorpius?” She complained. “Real mature.”
“Well you wouldn’t get up off your fat butt.” He protested innocently.
“I’m not even going to ask how you learnt that spell” Rose sighed, picking Jilly up and walking out of the compartment. Scorpius followed anxiously.
“Are you mad at me?” He asked, biting his lip.
“Yes!” She said furiously, spinning around.
She laughed when she saw his face. “Joking!” She teased, dragging him to the nearest exit as they waited for the train to stop. She flounced towards the doors, oblivious to the fact that her cousins, who were all packed into one compartment, were watching with smouldering eyes and upturned, snarling mouths.
A/N: Hey guys! I don’t know if you’ve enjoyed this so far. I’ve got an idea of where this story is going. But usually when I write, the characters take my plot and bend it to make it fit to them. Hmph. But they turn out better that way sometimes. Again, reviews are appreciated, as is critisism, so long as it's constructive, and I can improve from it xx
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