My first more-than-one-chapter-fic :D OMG. So excited!

This is not going to be the longest of fics, just a couple of chapters. Well more than a couple, but definitely not 20! It will be very fluffy, it will get a bit angsty, with a few twists and turns that can't be seen from the first chapter. Because that wouldn't really make any sense, would it?

It will involve Rose/Scorpius, Lorcan/OC, Rose/Albus (family), Albus/Scorpius (friendship) and Lorcan/Rose (friendship)

Rated T for some very mild language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters, they belong to a Miss JK Rowling.

Rose has lived with the pranks for 6 years, retaliated respectfully, but everything changes when she makes an agreement with Scorpius Malfoy, and Albus Potter is none too happy to see it. But when do pranks go too far and become a cry for help? This story follows Rose, Albus, Scorpius and Lorcan through the trials and tribulations of friendship, love, family and discovering yourself. Rated T for some language. (Romance/Family/Angst)

The Prefect and the Prankster.

Chapter 1

"Look Rose, first snowfall of the year," Rose looked up from her Arithmancy book, raising an eyebrow at her best friend Lorcan, his face just about pressed up against the high-arched window.

"And this means what exactly?" She replied looking back down at her book. Lorcan pouted and moved back onto the arm of the armchair Rose was sitting on, he peered over her shoulder, rolling his eyes.

"Rose, why do you insist on being the most boring person in the world." Rose frowned, and glared at Lorcan.

"You are reading ahead! I know us Ravenclaw's are supposed to be smart and everything, but seriously it's snowing, can't we go outside and have fun? For once?" She folded the book closed, straightening her back and twisting slightly towards her friend.

"Lorcan, first of all, it only just started snowing, it won't have fully laid anything substantial for another 30 minutes, and it is not a crime to keep ahead." Lorcan grabbed the book from her hands, ignored the high-pitched noise she made, and threw it across the room, narrowly missing Henry Davies in the year below.

"Really? Did you really have to do that?" "I think I did, you are such an old woman, and I have had enough of it. Get up, get your out-door clothes on, or I will find Lysander, and leave you here all alone."

Rose sighed "accio book" she murmured, and got out of her seat, catching her Arithmancy book as she turned to face Lorcan.

"How I manage to tolerate you I will always wonder, and can't you just wait? Plus, you better be careful, I am a prefect, and I can punish you for throwing my property around." Rose said smirking, hitting Lorcan's chest with the edge of her book.

He frowned and protected his chest from the sharp edge of the book.

"You couldn't survive without my constant presence, and you are starting to sound exactly like your cousin Lucy, is being psychotically pompous your new thing?" He said smirking and crossing his arms across his chest.

Rose was completely used to her daily round of insults from her best friend. It's how they had come to be friends. Whenever they had been put together as children, they would clash because of their intelligence, and their egos. These two qualities which they shared proved to be a link to several other things they had in common, such as Muggle history, fiction and pop music. They also shared the same ambition to be curse breakers, and travel around the world.

Outsiders would have thought they were more than best friends, not understanding that the Rose-Lorcan dynamic was simply platonic, and they thought of each other as necessities to each other's existence. They were like Holmes and Watson, except they solved Arithmancy problems rather than crimes.

Rose gave him a smile and replied sharply, "You are sounding rather malicious today, what happened to being son of naturalists. You really are quite normal; your mother should be quite disappointed in you."

Lorcan merely rolled his eyes, and watched as Rose went up to her dorm to get her coat. Lorcan went up to his, and grabbed for his coat, scarf and gloves.

When he got back into the common room, the snow was starting to thicken up outside, and the common room was mostly empty, apart from two 7th years who were studying in the corner by Rowena Ravenclaw's statue.

Rose strolled back down the stairs wrapped up in a knee-length red coat, fluffy black scarf and a thick multi-coloured striped woolly hat, with a jingling bobble on the end.

"Nice hat, from Nana Weasley I suppose?"

"As a matter of fact, from my mother, she has a knack for making hats. Why? Would you like one too? Or were you thinking of something more like your grandfather's rather interesting Rowena Ravenclaw headdress?"

"As a matter of fact, I would like one, and it protects against Wrackspurts thank you very much." Rose smiled, she always liked that Lorcan did inherit the Lovegood way of thinking, it had proven heartening on occasion.

Lorcan opened the exit to reveal a cold-looking first year. The first year was about to rush past before Rose stopped him.

"Now Timothy, you know that's not how it works, what was your question?"

Timothy sighed, "Can a Dementor die?"

Rose smiled, "I know it may seem a bit tedious for me to ask you, but this gives you the chance to learn, and maybe next time you can answer the question."

Timothy nodded and bit his lip in thought, "well if a Dementor can be born, it must be able to die."

Rose looked towards the knocker and it spoke, "sound logic, genius like flowers always needs pruning and nurture."

Timothy smiled, and Rose lightly flicked her wand, a chocolate frog appearing in her upturned hand. She handed it to Timothy and he smiled, "thank you Rose." He rushed past her into the common room, probably getting his coat to play outside in the fresh snow.

"You really try too hard to be a good prefect Rose, keeping a selection of sweets in your room just to treat little first years. It's rather strange." Rose just smiled in reply, quickly turning and saluting the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw.

"It makes them better people, and I feel better doing what Rowena would want us to do. Helping each other learn and grow." Rose nodded reassuring herself and her actions, Lorcan laughed, "at the exhaustion of your own pocket."

Rose shrugged, "I don't need money, you are more than what I need for my daily dose of fun." She said sarcastically, and grabbed onto the crook of his arm as they made their way down the spiral staircase.

Once the pair had reached the bottom of the staircase, they peered through the windows to see a number of the lower-years playing in the courtyard, and what looked suspiciously like a Weasley Wizard Wheezes fireworks display.

Before Rose could do anything, Lorcan steered her away from the courtyard and through to the entrance hall. From there they began to walk towards the lower gardens which would be full of people in their own year, where the snowball fights would be more strategically planned based on different obstacles and hiding places.

The snow was falling thick and fast, already reaching 2 inches high, the footprints they were making, quickly disappearing as they walked.

"So Mr Scamander, how are your wondrous attempts at courting Miss Wood going?"

Lorcan inwardly laughed and shook his head, "it would be going better if everyone didn't think we were going out."

Rose laughed, "funny isn't it, you'd think they'd know that males and females can just be friends."

Lorcan shrugged and Rose took out her wand from her pocket, lightly flicking it in her hand. "Do you think it would help if every now and then I hexed you? It would be great to have someone to practice on."

He laughed, "Thanks Rose, that will definitely make me seem more of a catch." He replied sarcastically, Rose just laughed as the snowflakes in front of her began turning into small petals.

"Avis" she muttered and 5 yellow canaries started flying around them, "it was only a suggestion Lorcan. However, I think your problem is more with my cousin than with your chatting-up skills."

"So are you suggesting I hex him, and take my rightful place as king of Hogwarts?" Lorcan said laughing, Rose shook her head and one of the birds broke off and landed on Lorcan's head.

"Why don't you take some pointers from him, and he does the same, because I don't exactly enjoy listening to Albus during Potter-Weasley gatherings talking about his conquests, especially those conquests with Malfoy. It is quite pitiful to think I am related to such a womanizer, particularly when I thought James was worse. Then there's the whole pranking thing, it's getting old. How long has it been? 6 years?"

"What do you have against him?" Lorcan asked, taking out his wand and making the birds go away, causing Rose to pout at him.

"I just told you," she replied putting her wand back in her pocket and tucking some of her fringe into her woollen hat.

"No I meant about Malfoy, he doesn't seem that bad, but you always have something to say against him."

"Well to put it finely I don't like his attitude; it infuriates me that he managed to get so many O's in his O.W.L.s without trying." Rose said heating up and feeling her cheeks go red, most probably from the cold she thought. "He always thinks he is better than everyone, and I blame him for Al acting like such a prat now-a-days. Then whenever he is over at the Potter's, he tries his hardest to annoy me, he makes me wish I was 17 so I could use Calvorio on him. I bet he wouldn't think he was so high and mighty if he was bald." She spluttered angrily, finally letting in a breath once she had finished.

Lorcan couldn't help laughing, "You're such a girl, that's hardly enough to make you hate him so much."

Rose frowned, "you should agree with me, how you, being a Ravenclaw, can think that he should be as smart as us, and manage to do it without trying hard when he is a Gryffindor!"

"Your mum was a Gryffindor Rose, and I don't think it's fair to not allow anyone other than Ravenclaw's to be smart." Lorcan said rolling his eyes, he looked over at Rose and she had let go of his arm and had her arms crossed across her chest.

"Fine Lorcan, don't agree with me, but it doesn't change that I am right." Rose muttered, Lorcan looked at the sky and shook his head, "don't start that, then we'll be arguing for hours."

"And you wouldn't win anyway," Lorcan was about to say something but Rose quickly kneeled, rolled a snowball between her glove covered hands and threw it directly at his face.

"You little sneak," she laughed and started running towards the gardens which were just ahead. There were about 20 people down there, all screaming and throwing snowballs, surrounded by the freshly covered bushes, trees and flowers.

Lorcan caught up with her and threw his own snowball at her, making her scream.

They joined everyone else with their ongoing snow war, which seemed to be the 5th year against the 6th year. After 10 minutes of continually bending down and throwing snow, Rose had numb cold fingers, even through her gloves, so she decided to surrender and find a bench away from the snow ball fighting.

Rose took off her gloves and took her wand from her pocket. She melted the snow on the bench and sitting down, swiftly dried her gloves, and dug deeper into her pocket, taking out a small book with an un-moving picture of a man and a woman on the front.

The snow had reached nearly a foot tall, and it was still falling, but more lightly. Therefore she casted an Impervius charm on her book, and started to read.

There was a rustle which she ignored, reading on through the book.

"Joanie, cheer up, you still have me if that makes any difference at all." Jake said laughing, punching her in the arm, trying to elicit some sort of reaction.

Her eyes continued to darken as she stared at the half-crushed letter in front of her. Willing herself against crying.

"I won't stand for this Jake, this is not how it's going to end, I'm going to be the one doing the dumping, and not by some stupid little note, who does he think he is." She spat out, crushing the letter fully in her hand, standing up straight and throwing the note into her fire.

"As your best friend, I vote against you doing this." Jake said trying to reach for her but she quickly stormed towards the front door of her small terraced-house.-

"Hey Rosie," Rose swiftly looked up frowning at the sound of her horrible nickname, given to her by Albus, her favourite cousin. On looking up she couldn't see him, but she heard a giggle coming from behind a nearby tree. She took out her wand and stood up, her book still open between her fingers.

"Albus, just come out, you wouldn't hit me from behind would you, it wouldn't be very Gryffindor-like."

Rose heard another laugh, and turned around again, she still couldn't see Albus. Then she heard him shout "Obscuro" and everything went dark...

There was a continuous stream of laughter as she tried to grip the blindfold that was blocking her vision. She had dropped her wand and book in her struggle, and she was moving and shouting towards Albus.

"Come back here Albus, I am going to kill you!" She screamed, she heard the laughter withdrawing, and she felt alone. She was still scrambling around, now on her knees, the snow soaking through her jeans, her legs only partially protected by her boots.

This situation was evident as to why Albus was a prat, and probably the worst cousin she could ever have, and that tally included James and Fred.

"Albus Severus Potter, you are so going to die when I find you," she whispered as she felt around the snow for her book and wand, bare handed. She heard something snap, and she prayed that it wasn't her wand, and if it was, Albus was going to pay.

"What are you doing Weasley?" She heard some way behind her, the voice was deep and sort of smooth, her mind going straight to Scorpius Malfoy.

"What does it look like I am doing, that stupid cousin of mine has blinded me, and I dropped my wand. Like you wouldn't know." She said annoyed, and frowned as she continued to pat the area around her.

Her fingers gripped around something smooth and wooden, she picked it up and muttered the counter-spell. Her sight coming back to her, but also revealing that the knees of her jeans were completely wet, and her fingers were frozen.

She looked up to see Scorpius smirking down at her, with one pale hand out towards her, and the other gripping her book, his white-blond hair falling in front of his light grey eyes. Rose forced herself to push the word handsomely out of her head.

Rose grabbed straight for the book, which he easily pulled out of her reach. She struggled up, cold and soaking, huffing once she reached a standing position, though she was still a foot away from Malfoy's tall 6'1 height.

She reached out for her book again but he pulled it away, admitting defeat this time, she sighed and landed back on the bench taking the hat from her head, and shaking her thick red curls out. Scorpius forced himself to push the word beautifully out of his head.

"Could you please give me back my book?" Rose asked, leaning her head back.

"Sure, but one question," Scorpius replied taking a look at its cover, and raising an eyebrow. "Since when are you into trashy Muggle novels?"

"Since Professor Thomas told us to read it for Muggle studies." Rose replied quickly, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You don't do Muggle studies," he said giving her a suspicious look.

"And how would you know that?" she replied crossing her arms.

"Because I do Muggle studies. I thought it would make a change for a Malfoy to be taking a Muggle based O.W.L and N.E.W.T."

"Oh how nice of you, making a difference in the world one step at a time." Rose said sarcastically looking at the sky, allowing the snow to hit her face.

"Do you have to be such a cynical bitch all of the time?" "Do you have to be such a slick git all of the time?" Rose retorted glaring at Scorpius, her hair blowing around her, giving her a somewhat menacing look.

Scorpius sighed and pushing the snow off of the rest of the bench, took a seat next to Rose – much to her dismay – and handed her, her book back.

"You know Weasley, I thought you were more of a classic love story kind of girl, rather than cheap one-dimensional romance novels." Rose raised an eyebrow, and she flicked open the book.

"And what exactly would you know about Muggle literature?"

"Well I know my Dickens and my Hardy." Scorpius replied leaning over towards Rose. "So are you going to tell me why you are reading this trash?"

Rose turned to him and paused in thought, "I really shouldn't tell you, it's a secret, but I suppose since you caught me... But you'd have to promise not to tell anyone, including Albus."

"Cross my heart," he said also adding in the gesture. Rose sighed and put the book back into her pocket.

"I've convinced myself that somewhere in one of these stupid books is an answer as to why Lorcan and I have convinced everyone we are in a relationship, of course I haven't found an answer, and it's frustrating because every time he tries to approach a girl, they don't want to get me angry because they think we are going out. Then you and Albus come around and easily grab away the girls he likes, while acting like utter buffoons, because you two go through girls like Hugo goes through mince pies, and it's disgusting I should add. And it makes me think I am a snarky bitch, and I'm not, I know I'm not. I know it doesn't make sense, and of course it wouldn't, it's you I'm talking to."

Scorpius looked quizzically at Rose, "well there's something I wouldn't have expected from you Weasley, you actually accepting that you are a snarky bitch."

"Oh I hate you," Rose gritted her teeth together, but Scorpius just smiled, "I'm joking. You know I can joke around, it is possible."

Rose looked into his face, it was sympathetic, an emotion she would have never expected on Malfoy's face. She couldn't help thinking that it was quite becoming.

"Wait, Lorcan isn't your boyfriend," Scorpius said with horror, Rose just looked at the ground dejectedly.

"I'm still joking Weasley, chill out, how about you start hanging out with other people other than Lorcan, he can go on his dates, and you might actually find another friend." Scorpius said light-heartedly, with a genuine smile on his face.

"The problem with that Malfoy is Lorcan is the only person in this school who has anything in common with me," Rose replied sighing.

"Well what about me? I'm a prefect, like you, I read, like you, and I already know half of your family." Scorpius began, listing off his fingers.

"Ahh, and the problem with that is that I don't like you, and the only reason I am at least listening to what you are saying is because you are my last resort. You always annoy me and you truly don't try as hard as I wish you did, I think I'd find your company quite frustrating."

Scorpius laughed, "Is that the reason you hate me so much? I always thought it was because I stole Albus away from you. Would it make any difference if I said that I never slept last year during O.W.L.s and was constantly revising over my work?"

"Well that would clearly be a lie, I didn't see you revise once."

"I did, I just wanted to enjoy myself during daylight hours, unlike you."

Rose raised her eyebrow at him, looking him over, "well what about you continually annoying me. That is certainly a reason why we can't be friends." Rose added, now unsure about all her beliefs pertaining to Scorpius Malfoy.

"I'm only joking around with you, remember I'm not the one who used Obscuro on you. Plus Albus has that whole practical joke thing going on, I can't help being involved."

Rose shrugged, "that just means you are not as bad as Albus, which is quite shocking, because here's me thinking you were the King of Prat's, and it turns out he is."

Scorpius grinned, which Rose strangely felt comforted by, "why thank you, that shows what talking to me face to face will actually do to your ideas about me. So what do you say Weasley, friends?"

Rose bit her lip, watching Scorpius' hand hovering by her arm, his long, pale fingers wiggling towards her.

"I suppose that would mean we would have to be decent to each other."

Scorpius smirked, "nah, we can have our moments if you like."

Rose couldn't help laughing a little, and nodded, "fine, but when I find Albus and jinx him, you can't stop me."

Scorpius smiled, "of course not, he deserves whatever he has coming to him."

They both looked at each other, with the same smile on their face, Rose looked back down to the hand that he was still holding out, and shook it with her own. Surprised at its warmth despite the cold weather, and surprised at the tingling sensation she felt leading from the tips of her fingers to her toes.

"I think this means we should use our first names now, it would seem a bit weird." Scorpius said, hand still gripping Rose's.

"I will have to think about that one Malfoy, we aren't that close yet." Rose answered mimicking Scorpius' unique smirk quite successfully.

"Very well," Scorpius said nodding, Rose looked down at her hand, which was still in Scorpius' long and slender fingers, she quickly let go and made a weak smile, putting her gloves back on.

They were silent for a couple seconds before Scorpius spoke up, "can I just clear up one thing. I don't go through girls like your brother goes through mince pies. I quite like the girls I go out with. I just haven't found the one I want to stay with for more than 2 weeks."

"I suppose now that we are friends, I will have to deal with that, even though I don't like it one bit."

"And now that we are friends, I will have to deal with your incessant need to work all of the time." Scorpius replied smiling, and getting up from the bench.

Rose followed suit, grabbing the hat from her lap, and shoving it back on her head, the bauble jingling away.

They could still hear the shouting from the snow fight, and Rose saw Albus in the distance, talking to Emma Wood.

She swiftly took out her wand causing Scorpius to look back at her, he laughed silently as she began to walk determinedly towards Albus.

"Hey Albie," she glowered standing a few feet from him, her wand pointing at his chest.

Albus looked up and went towards his pocket to grab his wand, sensing the impending doom.

"Immobulus," Rose said freezing Albus on the spot, and Scorpius still next to her started to laugh at Albus' face.

Many of the people around them stopped throwing snow balls and watched what would unravel between the two cousins.

"Albus, you are my cousin, and I know I have a familial obligation to love you, but you have royally pissed me off. I know I will probably regret this later on, actually scratch that, I probably won't. But right now you deserve it. Colovaria."

Albus' hair began to turn from black to a bright shade of pink, eliciting laughter from the audience, and Albus to start to turn red.

Rose nodded at her work and walked towards Emma, "hey Emma, I think Lorcan wants to talk to you." Emma raised an eyebrow speechless, and staggered away from Rose and in the general direction of most of the teenagers, many of whom were still laughing at Albus' frozen body, and bubblegum pink hair.

"There is no chance Albus knows how to fix that charm." Scorpius said as Rose walked towards him, she smiled and nodded, "that's the general idea."

Scorpius looked after her as she started walking back up the hill, her hands in her pockets, and her curls just sticking out from under her hat. If there was one thing he knew about his feelings towards Rose Weasley, it was that he did respect her.

He turned back to face Albus, unfroze him, and just watched as Albus started shouting at him about not defending him against his own cousin. Scorpius just laughed seeing Rose disappear through the entrance hall and Albus now understanding he was no longer listening, stormed off after her.

A/N: I really hope you liked the first chapter. And I shall post the next very soon, since I have already written it :D. But you know, I like reviews (good or bad), it might make my fingers click publish the next chapter quicker ;)