Author's Note ~

Okay, so I'm taking a shot at the Rose/Scorpius romance. I'm in love with them so I just had to! But it's not just them. Throughout the story, you'll be seeing other relationships doing their own thing, but it's mainly from Rose and Scorpius' view.

First Chapter - Rose's take on Scorpius Malfoy. Just kind of like the first part of the prologue to their relationship, and soon I'll have Scorpius' take on Rose Weasley (second part to their 'prologue'.)

Really, the first few chapters will just be the main character's takes on someone(s). And, just as a...I don't know, preview? I'll give you list of the main people in the story: Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Potter, Hugo Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Louis Weasley, Lily Potter II, and Fred Weasley II. So, you'll be seeing them all very soon!

Okay, I'll shut up and let you read:) Enjoy! Oh, and review? Please? Any criticism, compliments...anything! I'd love to hear what you have to say so far even if it's just one chapter;)

(And before I forget... *DISCLAIMER* There. And how about we just say that's for every chapter? Okay? Great.)

The Secrets, Lies, and Notes of Rose Weasley

Chapter 1 ~ Rose Ginevra Weasley

Scorpius Malfoy. The bane of my life.

What's his deal, anyway? Our seven years of Hogwarts would have been just dandy if he hadn't been such a prick on our very first day, first year… And my voice box wouldn't be so damaged from my constant screaming (which, is in fact, caused by that prat.)

I could barely contain my excitement as I boarded the Hogwarts Express. That's right – only one foot in the scarlet train and I was already hyperventilating. I just…couldn't…control myself. Everything was just so surreal! Sure, I'd known ever since I could remember that I was a witch and would someday be attending the greatest school in history. Of course I'd known that – for Merlin's sake, I've been preparing for this day since the very early age of seven when I snuck into the attic of the Burrow and came across a box of my mother's old textbooks (and a week later, I already knew how to correctly flick your wand when performing the levitation charm and how to disarm an opponent.)

But actually being here, experiencing something that I could only have dreamed of for the past ten years, was… I don't even know how to explain it. It just felt so right to be boarding this train.

The only thing that was keeping me from jumping up and down like such a girl and squealing like such a girl, was the fact that Albus was with me – doing exactly that.

"What do you think we'll learn first, Rosie? Oh, look! Seventh years! They must know tons of magic! I wonder what spells we'll be able to perform when we're seventeen. Well, I don't know about you, but I for one will be the best Wizard Chess player this school has ever laid their eyes upon! Do you think they have a Wizard Chess club…?" He rambled on and on, squealing occasionally and jumping when he saw something 'amazing' (like the Seventh years.)

I just shook my head and laughed at his silliness, trying to find an empty compartment or at least one that wasn't full of intimidating older students. Inside, all I wanted to do was join Al in his squealing and obvious excitement, but if I did that, I doubt we would ever find a compartment and would end up riding with the scary Seventh years. I wanted to find my cousin (and Al's older brother) James since he was a Second Year, but he had disappeared as soon as we finished our good-byes with our parents and grandparents and cousins and younger siblings and aunts and uncles (oh, yeah, we had a HUGE family – it was wonder we ever made it on the train in time what with all of those people we had to kiss and hug) so Al and I were left to face the unknown by ourselves (thanks a lot, James.)

"…I really hope I get into Gryffindor… I can't be a Slytherin! James would never let it go! To think, the Chosen One's second son a Slytherin! Slytherins look mean, Rosie. What if I'm sorted into Slytherin and I'm stuck in a dorm with them? They'll Avada Kadavra me! I just know it!" Al fretted, losing his constant squealing attitude, and cracking his knuckles nervously.

I just looked at him, one brow raised.

"What?" he said, defensively. "It could happen… And they're the enemy, Rose. Once they set their eyes on the son of the man who rid the world of the darkest wizard the world has ever seen, they're gonna want to avenge their fathers! It's in their blood!"

"Oh, shut it, Al," I said, dismissively. "Stop being such a prejudiced prat… The war's over! Nobody's gonna Avada Kadavra you in your sleep! Especially not puny eleven year olds."

He fell silent after that, but I could still feel his anxiety rolling off of him like a tsunami. I just rolled my eyes, and opened the first compartment we'd come across that appeared to be empty.

Or so I thought.

I was about to throw myself onto one of the benches when I noticed a small boy sitting by the window by himself. He took me by surprise, with his shockingly blonde, blonde (it was nearly white!) hair and reserved atmosphere that swallowed this compartment whole. With the blink of an eye, all excitement and exhilaration that had once overwhelmed me a few minutes ago was forgotten and replaced by curiosity and misgiving.

"Do you need something or are you just going to stand there for the rest of the trip, staring at me stupidly?" he said, contempt practically dripping from his harsh words and his eyes narrowed to slits as he looked between Albus and I.

I glared right back, not taking quite kindly to his rude behavior. He only just met us and he was already treating us like filth! Who did he think he was?! "I just didn't realize you were in this compartment," I said coolly, trying to think of something witty to say but to no avail.

He snorted, a smirk replacing the glare he had just previously been wearing. "Obviously."

My scowl deepened, and I just stood there, feeling stupid and uncomfortable. I wasn't about to let this obnoxious boy talk to me like that, but for some reason, my usual sarcastic, witty self decided that now was the perfect to time to take a vacation.

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, would the great Rose Weasley like me to leave the compartment? I'm so terribly sorry for not leaving sooner!"

Fury was most likely evident on my usually creamy face – I could feel the heat gathering in my face, and I knew that by now, my face probably matched my Weasley-Red hair. I stomped over to him, just as he jumped up to meet my wrath. Even through all my rage, I couldn't help but realize how brave this boy must be – the whole point of the red hair was to be a warning sign to everyone; I was obviously quick to anger. So, maybe it wasn't bravery at all – maybe it was just stupidity.

"Who do you think you are? You don't even know us, yet you treat us like dirt!" I cried, holding my clenched fists at my sides. But I knew it was all in vain – one wrong move, and this boy would be out like a light.

"Well, for one, I'm pretty sure I'm Scorpius Malfoy," he said, something flashing in his eyes but I was too angry to take any notice. "And, actually, yes I do know you. If you remember, just a few moments ago I called you Rose Weasley. That is your name, right?" He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. "And he is the Boy Who Lived's son, Albus Potter."

I took deep breath, doing my best to leave violence out of the situation, no matter how much I wanted to strangle the prick's scrawny neck. Then everything he just said came rushing back, and once again, this boy took me by surprise. Scorpius Malfoy? A Malfoy? As in, the son of the man who attempted to kill Albus Dumbledore; the grandson of one of You-Know-Who's most loyal followers?

He snorted again. "Alright then… I see you are a bit slower than most – not something I would except from the daughter of two-thirds of the Golden Trio, but okay…"

My eyes narrowed, and I could feel my fists inching higher and higher. "Shut up, you…you…you Slytherin Scum!"

Hmm, not the best way to start the year… I looked down in horror at what I'd just done. Scorpius Malfoy was on the floor at my feet, knocked out cold. I looked at my fist that was frozen in mid-air.

Definitely not the best moment of my life.

"Look who's the prejudiced one now," I heard Albus mutter from behind, and I closed my eyes, cursing under my breath.

He is such a nuisance. Thanks to him, I was awarded a week of detention. A week of detention on my first day there! If he hadn't been such a wimp, I never would have gotten that stupid detention, and he could have just manned up and walked away with a black eye. But no. You can suspect my parents were not pleased to receive an owl within my first week that told them of my 'anger issues.' Anger issues… Please.

Even to this day – our Seventh Year – he (as in Malfoy) uses that against me in every argument we have (which is, like, every single friggin second of the day.) I mean, I don't really care but it just irks me, you know?

I swear, he's even more immature than my friend Troy Gilbert (who is, in fact, very immature) – that is, when he even talks.

Scorpius Malfoy has to be the sexiest (what? I can't deny he's quite attractive), quietest, brooding, most arrogant, prideful tosser in the whole of Hogwarts. It can be so irritating sometimes. I mean, most of the time, I feel incredibly lucky that I don't have to listen to his annoying voice all day, but still! Even with his friends, he barely says a word. And yet, every girl (with the exception of me and my best friend, Dominique) is head over heels for him. How the bloody hell does that work?

And he's even a Prefect this year! How?! And how did I become a Prefect too? How did two of the biggest alcoholics and smokers become Prefects? Merlin's underpants, has old age finally driven McGonagall bonkers? Or does she just enjoy seeing two enemies tear each other to bits?

Well, whatever. Let's just hope I won't get stuck on patrol with the prat for the whole year (yeah, right.)

This is going to be the most torturous year I'll ever have to endure.

Ugh!