Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Sirius wouldn't have died :'( *sob*

A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first fanfiction ever! :) Constructive criticism is welcome (but not too harsh :P) and compliments are MOST WELCOME and I know these are short chapters so...sorry *crooked smile* and please ignore any grammar mistakes as I'm too lazy to check! Enjoy...

Chapter 1
Rose POV
The world is full of beliefs and misconceptions. If one person tells another person to believe something, the other one is bound to believe it and make their decision based on it. But only till some extent. The moment the person starts seeing flaws in the belief, their thinking about the belief starts to change automatically.
The same thing happened to me with… him.
The first time I ever saw him was in Ollivanders', when I went there for a wand before the starting of school. He was there with his father, both of them with shiny blonde hair and expensive looking clothes. The boy looked the same age as me; probably it was his first year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry too.
They purchased the boy's wand and were just about to leave the shop when they noticed my Mom and me.
"Well, well look who it is? Hermione Granger," the boy's father's grey eyes stared right into mother's and my mothers' stared back and it was clear they loathed each other.
The blonde boy looked as clueless as me. We had no idea what the hell was going on. How did our parents know each other? If they did, why did they hate each other so much?
"No, Malfoy. If you haven't heard, its Hermione Weasley now," my mother said stiffly.
"Oh my. I had completely forgotten you're married to Weasel. Speaking of Weasel, how's he doing? And Potter?" Malfoy spat the word Potter like it was venom particularly emphasizing on the letter P.
"They're very fine, thank you. And now if you'll excuse us Draco, we have to hurry." My mother gave Draco Malfoy a fake smile.
Then she took my hand and hurried out of the door with me without even purchasing my wand for which we had gone there in the first place.
My mom heaved a sigh of relief once we were out.
"Who was that Mommy?" my eleven year old self asked.
"You don't want to know, honey. You really don't. And I personally advice you to stay away from little Scorpius, that man's son. He could be dangerous, Rosie. Just like his father." My Mom looked worried. And Hermione Weasley rarely looked worried what with her perfect life.
She closed the discussion without any further explanation.
And that was the day I came to know of his name. Scorpius Malfoy. It was a scary name, just like his fathers'.
I always stayed away from scary people, particularly when my mother asked me to do so.
Then.
Because Hermione Weasley was never wrong.

Except once.

Rose's POV still…

I was almost sure I was going to smash my head to that wall which apparently led to Platform 9 ¾. I had never gone through the barrier as I wanted to save it for my first year at Hogwarts. Now I was really scared rather than excited and giddy.
"Rose. It's okay. Go on, it'll be fine. Might even be fun," Mum reassured me.
"I hope so," Dad snickered, "In our second year; Harry and I couldn't get through the barrier because of a house elf Dobby, and ended up looking up really stupid in front of all the muggles. Then we went to Hogwarts in Grandad Weasley's flying car and were almost expelled."
After hearing that, I went white with fear.
Mum smacked Dad's shoulder and hissed, "Ron! Do you really have to tell that RIGHT NOW?"
Dad looked hurt and said, "What? I thought it would be funny."
Mum's face softened and she said, "It is honey. Just you know, not right now."
Then realization dawned. Dad said, "Ah. I see what you mean now."
I wondered then if that's what Aunt Ginny and Mum meant while talking on the muggle phone (which Dad still didn't know how to use properly) about "how men are so stubborn".
"Right," then Mum turned back to me and said, "Now don't hesitate and just go okay? We're right behind you."
I nod and run…
Suddenly I'm in a different place with trains and…
THWACK!
I get a blow in the head as I collide with someone.
"Ow." I groan rubbing my forehead.
"Yeah. Ouch. Merlin, I think my hand just got fractured," I hear a cocky voice.
And I see who's in front of me. The infamous Scorpius Malfoy.
"Oh. You," then for not appearing rude as I don't even know him I add more politely, "I'm sorry if you got hurt."
"You better be," he arrogantly says that, gets up, brushes dirt off his clothes and stalks back to his equally arrogant looking parents.
While I stare at him unbelievingly, my parents and Hugo come through the barrier.
"Watcha staring at Rose? The Malfoys?" Hugo chortles.
"Yeah. Kind of." I say as I continue staring.
"Ooh so that's little Scorpius," Dad says staring off in the same direction "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie."
Then Scorpius Malfoy catches me looking at him and starts smirking. I give him a look that could kill and say to Dad, "Oh, I'd love to."

"Another Weasley?" exclaimed the tattered brown Sorting Hat in my ear, "Hmm… I usually know where to place a Weasley but you are a little tricky. What shall it be? You are intelligent…Ravenclaw. Kind…Hufflepuff. Not to mention brave and ambitious like Gryffindors and Slytherins."
My heart was firing bullets against my chest. I just wanted to know the answer. I hated not knowing answers. Gryffindor? Slytherin? Ravenclaw? Or Hufflepuff? WHAT?
"Okay. Let's continue the tradition and put you in," then the Sorting Hat shouts, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table roared and applauded. I sighed, beaming and hopped down to my respective table. James and a few others congratulated me. I couldn't stop smiling. I was finally in Gryffindor! I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs.
After Antwon Thomas, Alexandra Finnigan, Charlie Longbottom, Priyanka Kumar and Hayley Brown came Al's turn. He looked like he was about to vomit.
After about half a minute the Sorting Hat bellowed, "Gryffindor of course! He's a Potter!"
Right after Al, came Malfoy. I expected the Sorting Hat to yell "Slytherin" before even putting the hat on his ridiculously blonde head exactly like it happened with his father. But in fact, the opposite happened.
The Sorting Hat sat on Scorpius' head for a long time. Longer even, than me.
Then it looked as if the Sorting Hat sighed and finally yelled "Slytherin!"
I had the grandest dinner of my life and was finally led to the Gryffindor Common Room right after listening to the Fat Lady's dreadful performance i.e. singing.
The Common Room was a warm, cozy room illuminated by the crackling fire in the fire place. The prefects laid out the rules and showed us to our dormitories. I wasn't sleepy. At all. I was ecstatic. I was over-energetic. But as soon as I saw the comfortable four poster bed, I wanted to do nothing but close my eyes and fall into the deepest slumber imaginable.

Scorpius' POV

What's wrong with her? Its fourth year and she still HAS to correct everything I say. And if I'm right, she has to add something to my answer , I thought frowning, as I sat in the dark dungeon listening to Professor Slughorn drawl about Polyjuice Potion.
"What is the brewing time for Polyjuice Potion?" asked Slughorn.
This was my chance. My hand shot up.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rose Weasley angrily whispering "Damn it". I victoriously smiled inwardly.
"One month, sir," I answered proudly. There was nothing Rose could correct or add about this.
"Excellent! Twenty points to Slytherin," Slughorn beamed. He never stood back while giving points to his house. Professor Slughorn was quite old now. Almost hundred but he still had his favorites. I was one of them. And sadly, so was Rose.
"Yes, so I was saying the Polyjuice Potion allows a human drinker to temporarily assume the form of another person," Professor continued, "Can anyone tell me the key ingredients?"
This time Rose was faster than me.
"Very well. Miss Weasley?"
Rose blushed her trademark Weasley blush which I found pathetic yet charming. Whoa! I did NOT just say that. What's wrong with me? Concentrate Malfoy!
"Um… Lacewing flies, Leeches, Powdered bicorn horn, Knotgrass, Fluxweed and Shredded Boomslang Skin."
There was something missing. Something Rose had forgotten. And then it struck!
"Yes. Yes… ten points to –" Slughorn started but I cut him off.
"Sir? There seems to something Miss Weasley has forgotten," I pointed out, a smirk already playing on my lips.
"And what may that be Mr Malfoy?" the Professor asked looking bored.
"A bit of the person one wants to turn into, sir. That is the most crucial ingredient of all. Without perhaps, a strand of hair or some other body part, the Polyjuice Potion is quite useless," I said faking modesty.
I then saw Rose's face red with rage. And not so charming now.
"Ah yes! Mr. Malfoy is quite right! Ten points to Slytherin and five points to Gryffindor for the attempt," the bell rang, "Next class I want each one of you to submit an essay on Polyjuice Potion, at least 2 scrolls long."
As I gather my things, Rose stomps up to me, hands clenched up into fists and hisses, "This time you win, Malfoy. But don't think it's going to happen again."
As she turns back to go to her Gryffindor friends, I catch her arm. She turns back again and glares at me, "What do you want now, Malfoy?"
"Why are you so determined to beat me in everything, anyway? Some kind of bet?" I ask, genuinely curious.
Her brown eyes start to soften and she mumbles, "I…It just," then she seems to gather herself and the steely look returns, "You know what? None of your business."
Then she frees her arm from my grip and walks away as she originally intended to.
I stare after her, baffled…for once, my cockiness gone. What is with her? I think and surprisingly, don't find an answer.

Rose's POV

Why? Why did he have to look at me like that? Like…like I'm some sort of puzzle he has to crack! Just the thought of his blue grey eyes looking at me like that…no hint of sarcasm or arrogance just pure interest and sincerity and... and something else. I willed myself not to think what the something else was. Thoughts kept swirling in my head as I lay in bed, not able to sleep.
Did I just see Scorpius Malfoy's inner self? How he really is? His sarcasm dipped outer covering stripped just for a brief moment?
Somehow that thought made me very happy. Then I wondered why that made me happy when it shouldn't. It shouldn't make me feel anything. Right now, I should be asleep not thinking of Scorpius Malfoy…what he thought…how he looked…
Shut it! I mentally screamed at myself. These thoughts aren't worth it…
They never will be.

Scorpius' POV

I had no idea why I couldn't stop thinking about a particular redhead.
Stop it Scorpius. You should hate her. You DO hate her…
A quite voice inside my head said then...
Do you?