So I posted this on another site a while ago, it's still on going and I'm currently coming up with new ideas to expand the ending to longer than originally intended. Basically, after using it a lot more recently, I figured it would be nice to post my main fic on this site too. I hope you like it. I wrote this chapter a long while ago, so I hope it's good!

Also, please be aware that this story is uploaded on this site in French by a lovely author who took the time to translate it for me.

I rolled over in my bed, utterly content with how my life was. I could hear the birds singing outside which meant that it was somewhere around half past nine in the morning. I could sense the sun was shining brightly through the large window in my room, despite that I had my eye lids shut.

I loved the holidays. Never having to get up and out of my warm bed, never having to do any homework, never having to worry whether I'll miss my slot in the bathroom – Dominique always took forever fixing her hair at school. That was why I loved my room, it was mine. I could lay here forever, in bed, the sun warming my skin, the birds singing, the peacefulness that I felt was greatly appreciated. Nothing could ruin this.

"ROSE WEASELY! Hurry up and get out of bed," I heard someone yell from downstairs.

I mumbled a response; wanting to show that I had made an effort to reply but not really bothering in the slightest. Then I realised that the voice hadn't belonged to my brother or father. And it certainly hadn't been my mum.

Just as I was starting to think a little too much into this, the door banged open, making far too much noise, and Lily jumped onto my bed, shaking me to wake up.

"Wake up, sleepy head," she whispered, despite the noise she'd made when entering the room. And then a bit more forcefully she yelled in my ear, "HELLO! Get up or you'll not have enough time to look gorgeous before you get on the train,"

That woke me up.

Of course, today was September the first; Hogwarts. I immediately sat bolt upright and my head spun.

"Woooah," I mumbled as Lily told me, quite unnecessarily, "Too fast,"

Then my eyes focused on her and we both smiled, saying at exactly the same time, "Hogwarts,"

I changed quickly, possibly because of all the excitement I felt, and vaulted down the stairs – literally. I had to catch myself on the banister to prevent knocking Hugo over.

I did anyway.

Luckily for me I remained on my own feet so I offered him a hand to get up off the floor. He took it graciously, mumbling 'thanks' to me whilst rubbing his forehead with the other hand. Once he was standing back on his feet we both entered the kitchen which, despite having many people in it, did not feel crowded.

Mum was standing by the cooker making breakfast; dad stood behind her and was hugging her round the waist whilst she hummed to the tune that was playing quietly in the background; Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny sat across from each other at the table, they sat at the closest end to my parents and all four were talking animatedly with each other. Lily was talking to Victoire and Teddy about their recently-announced engagement and the three were sitting at the breakfast bar at the end of the room that was still only two or three metres from where Aunt Ginny sat; the others, Albus and James, sat at the table - Albus next to Uncle Harry and James next to Albus.

As we entered the kitchen we were greeted by many 'hello's' and 'good mornings', then the previous conversations resumed. Mum, however, had turned to glance briefly at us as we entered and had noticed the newly growing bump on Hugo's forehead.

She stepped out of my dad's arms and placed a hand on his head, feeling his temperature and starting to fuss.

"Are you feeling OK, Hugh?"

"'m fine, mum," he replied patiently.

That's one of the things that I loved about Hugo – he was so calm and collected and laid-back but mostly it was that he was so patient. I don't know where he gets it from. Both my parents are known for easily losing their temper, as well as Aunt Ginny. He probably got it from Uncle Harry.

"Are you sure?" my mum persisted. "Not feeling faint? Dizzy? Sick?"

"Mum, I'm honestly fine. It's just a small bump, you know how Rose is. Nothing to worry about," he told her again, still as calm as ever.

"But—, " My mum started but was interrupted by my dad, who pulled her back to the cooker saying, "He's fine, Hermione, leave the poor boy alone,"

My mum still looked concerned but turned back to finishing the breakfast, my dad with her again. It wasn't until he turned to my brother and said, "Run now, while you still have a chance," that she hit him playfully with the spoon on her hand and forgot about being overly-concerned.

Hugo and I took a seat at the table. I sat next to Aunt Ginny and opposite Albus and Hugo sat in the last remaining chair next to me and opposite James. Mum served breakfast and her and dad sat at the breakfast bar next to Lily. Hugo finished first and went upstairs to pack. A few minutes later he came down the stairs with his hands in his pockets and looking slightly afraid.

"What's wrong, Hugh?" I asked, slightly concerned for his mental health.

"Ermm, mum, please don't kill me..." he said slowly and my mum looked up from her conversation with Lily to see my brother and immediately she said, "What did you do?"

"I... I lost my prefects badge," he mumbled.

"Hugo Weasley! You better not have said what I thought you just said," my mum threatened him.

"I'm sorry," he told her, his words rushing out quickly while he still had a chance to speak. "I can't remember where I put it. I swear it was on top of my Hogwarts cloak,"

"We better go look for it then," my mum announced and got up. She walked towards the door and then, as she drew level with James, stopped and turned to face him. "Say, James, you haven't seen it by any chance?"

"No, sorry, Aunt Hermione, haven't seen it at all," he told her, a little too innocently. We all knew that James liked to pull pranks. Something we were all sure he got from Uncle George.

"Oh, really... because if you had and you were lying to me I'd have to tell your mum about all those Weasley Wizard Wheezes fireworks in your room,"

James' face paled and he turned quickly to his mum, not doubt hoping she hadn't heard. But of course she had.

"James Sirius Potter, you better give back that prefects badge right now," Aunt Ginny said to him in a calm voice which definitely scared us all more than she would have if she had shouted at him. "And take out those fireworks and bring them to me. Now," she added.

James, looking defeated, reluctantly handed Hugo's prefects badge to him and walked out of the door. A minute later we heard a noise that we all knew to be the fireplace and James flooing back to his home.

"Speaking of which," my mum said to me. "Have you finished packing yet, Rose?"

"Umm... when you say 'finished'..." I asked.

"Don't worry, she's finished," Lily said and I took that to mean that she had packed for me. I mouthed 'thank you' back to her and my mum gave me a look that clearly meant she knew I hadn't packed at all and that I should be grateful that Lily had done it all for me. I smiled at her to show that I was innocent, almost as if I had no idea what she meant.

"I can't believe Hugo's a prefect anyway," James grumbled as he entered the kitchen and handed the fireworks over to Aunt Ginny who made them disappear with a flick of her wand.

"I can't believe Lily's a prefect," I said.

"And I can't believe you made Head Girl," she countered.

"Ah, true," I agreed and smiled at her.

"Anyway, I can't wait for rounds," Lily announced. "I love my Prefect partner,"

"Thanks Lily," Hugo said, slightly confused.

"You know she's just going to use you so that she can date your friends," I told him.

"Lily, no dating," Uncle Harry said quickly, turning to his daughter.

"Yes, dad," she said sweetly and when he turned around her and her mum exchanged a look that clearly said 'boys have no idea'. I rolled my eyes.

"Ouch, Louis," I yelled over the noise of the whistle. "You're on my foot."

"Sorry, Rose," he said quickly and hauled his trunk onto the train before moving away to find his friends.

"Rosie," I heard someone calling my name and Hugo appeared from the smoke. "Mum and dad want to say goodbye."

"Coming," I told him and finished putting my trunk with Louis'.

I made my way back to where my parents were and I gave them each a hug.

"Congratulations, Rosie, you're going to make a great Head Girl," my mother told me before turning to give Hugo a hug.

"Don't be too strict with them," my father added.

"Have fun this year you two and no arguing," my mum said again, placing Hugo next to me so that she could look at us both together.

"You're such a hypocrite, Hermione," Aunt Ginny spoke before I could even see her, but then she appeared through the smoke.

"What do you mean?" Mum asked as Uncle Harry, Lily and Albus appeared.

"Oh yeah, because you and Ron never argued," Uncle Harry said sarcastically.

"That's completely different," Mum defended.

"Actually, it is," Aunt Ginny told my Uncle. "They argued because they were sexually attracted to each other."

I looked at Hugo. "And that's our cue to leave," I told them and I jumped onto the train with Hugo behind me.

As Lily, Hugo, Albus and I turned and waved I heard Uncle Harry and my dad shout to Lily and I at exactly the same time, "No boys," Some of the parents nearby laughed and the train turned a corner and my parents disappeared from view.

"Yeah, right," Lily said and we both shook our heads. Our dads were clueless.

Well, Uncle Harry was slightly. Lily always had a boyfriend or at least had her eye on someone. Me? Not so much. A total of three boys had shown a slight interest in me but that was in my third year and I had gotten over it. I didn't care for boys.

Albus left us to go in search of Scorpius and Hugo, Lily and I headed in the opposite direction down the train. We soon found our compartment near the end of the train. It was mostly full of our relatives and was, therefore, extremely noisy. We slid the door back and entered the compartment.

Dominique was playing a game of exploding snap with her brother Louis, and, by the looks of it, she was winning. Again. Molly, her sister Lucy, and Roxanne were gossiping in the far left hand corner and Fred was using his wand to poke Lorcan Scamander whilst he read the quibbler. Lysander, Lorcan's twin brother, sat against the window and stared out dreamily.

Both of the Scamander twins were quite weird, much like their mother apparently, but, I had to admit, were very good looking. They both had dark blonde hair that was relatively long. Lorcan's hair was just long enough to reach his green eyes and Lysander's was long enough to put into a small ponytail and he also had green eyes.

Among these people there was also my best friend Angela Davis, a pretty girl with long, dark black hair and blue eyes. She smiled at me over her book and moved over so that I could sit next to her. Hugo's best friends, Chris and Tom, were also there and he went and sat between them. Chris' parents were Cho Chang and Michael Delia, a muggle. Tom's parents were both muggles with the last name Barrow. They immediately started up a conversation about their summer holidays and I did the same with Angela.

"How were your holidays, Angie?" I asked.

"Amazing," she told me and then put her book down to talk. "Africa was amazing. We spent two whole weeks on a safari and we saw loads of animals. And the weather was so nice, Rose. And the boys were so hot."

I laughed. "Beautiful Africa countryside and all you see are the boys," I told her. "Typical Angela,"

"Well I know what you'd say if you were there."

"What's that?" I asked.

"You'd say nothing about the boys," she told me jokingly. "Honestly, Rose, I swear you're bottling up your hormones."

Here we go again, I thought. Angie was very concerned with my lack of boyfriends and even more so with my lack of interest in boys. I think she thought it was unnatural. But then, I thought it was unnatural for her to not like Quidditch, so, by my count, we were equally weird and therefore made a pair.

"You won't notice them until some poor unsuspecting boy gets jumped by you,"

"Sounds fun," came a voice from the doorway just as it was pulled open again. "Who's Rose jumping?"

Scorpius Malfoy entered the compartment and sat opposite me with Albus right behind, laughing. I turned to insult him, as was routine with us, but stopped as my voice faltered when I noticed the badge pinned to his jacket.

"No. Frickin'. Way," I muttered and then almost shouted, "You're Head Boy? You?"

"Why yes, Rose, thank you for bringing that to my attention," he replied coolly as I rummaged in my jeans pocket for my badge too. "Would you happen to know who Head Girl is? Albus won't tell me. He thinks I'll find it hilarious and I was just wondering if one of you lovely ladies would—"

Scorpius stopped talking the moment I showed him my Head Girl badge. There was a moment of silence in the whole compartment where everyone turned to watch. Then Scorpius started to laugh.

"Great," I said sarcastically. "Thanks, Scorpius. Real... confidence-building."

"I'm sorry," he said between laughs. "It's just funny. I mean, it was obviously going to be us anyway, McGonagall hates us. She's obviously trying to ruin our lives by putting us together,"

"No," I told him angrily as I pinned the badge to my jumper. "McGonagall hates you. She thinks I'm brilliant because I always get full marks in her tests,"

"You always get full marks in every test," he told me.

"And you don't," I spat back at him.

"Hey! How would you know," he asked, and it made me happy to see that I was starting to annoy him. "For the record, I get great results."

"But not brilliant, like me," I said, adding the last bit to annoy him even more.

"Well at least I can beat you at Quidditch,"

"You beat me once,"

"And I'll be beating you more this year when Slytherin win the Cup,"

I laughed, "I don't think so, Malfoy,"

"Yeah, we're going to thrash you this year," Dominique said and Albus nodded.

"We'll see," Scorpius said, looking straight at me. "Anyway, we're supposed to be at the meeting now." He stood up pulled the door open then announced to the compartment, "Prefects, meeting time,"

Hugo, Lily and I all stood up once more and I waited for them to pass me before heading to the door. Scorpius held it open for us all and then followed us down the train until we reached the prefects carriage at the front.

The meeting was very boring. Scorpius and I had to write out a timetable for rounds and each person was paired with the other prefect in their year and house. The only problem occurred when Tasha Parkinson made a huge deal about being paired with the guy from Slytherin in her year, John Zabini. Apparently they had had a messy break up before the summer. Too bad.

"But it'll affect how efficiently we do our job as prefects," Tasha argued.

I was stunned for a moment that she knew a word over seven letters but I knew I would win this argument so I countered. "It won't because you won't let it."

"Come on, Rose," she said, using my name as if we had been friends since starting Hogwarts. "Can't you help me out a little?"

"Sorry, Tasha," I told her, emphasizing her first name which I never called her by. "Have you seen what Ihave to do rounds with?" I indicated Scorpius who was using his wand to squash a bug and flick it towards Tamir Daley.

That shut Tasha up.

The other prefects sat in their pairs. Hugo and Lily say together, they were the fifth year prefects for Gryffindor, and next to them sat Sarah Longbottom, the daughter of Neville and Hannah Longbottom, and Jeremy Mitchell. These two were the sixth year prefects for Gryffindor.

For Slytherin, Tasha Parkinson and John Zabini were the sixth year prefects and two purebloods by the names of Elizabeth Grey and Tamir Daley were the fifth year prefects.

For Hufflepuff the fifth year prefects were called Natalie Pole and Francis Duke and the sixth year prefects were Hannah Griffin and Ben Wakefield.

And finally, the Ravenclaw fifth year prefects were called Veta Vashton and Christain Lautner and the sixth year prefects were Hazel Mansfield and Rich Everton.

Once the meeting was over we only had five minutes to change into our Hogwarts robes. Unfortunately it took me three minutes to get back to my compartment. That was slightly because of all the people who had wandered into the corridor ready to get off the train but was mainly due to Scorpius walking in front of me at such a slow pace that I was sure was designed to only exist on the moon.

We arrived at the compartment and I reached forward to open the door but Scorpius stepped in front of me. The blinds were drawn in the carriage, probably because they were all finishing putting their robes on and Fred tended to mess around with everyone's clothes. It was very embarrassing if the blinds were not drawn and everyone saw you. A few years ago James had to run from one end of the train to the other in nothing but his underwear. He took it quite well though, saying that it could have been worse.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Don't be so rude,"

"Sorry, Rosie," he told me in a patronizing voice. "In a hurry to get changed." He tapped the watch on his wrist, "Only got two minutes."

"I know," I spoke quietly but the anger was more obvious than if I carried a sign with 'I am angry,' written on it and strangled him. "I have to find my robes too. Now move," I threatened.

He stepped towards me and said in such a spiteful voice that, for one strange moment, I was hurt. "Or what?"

Thankfully Lily chose that exact moment to appear from the compartment two doors down. As she closed the door to it she blew a kiss to one of the guys in the carriage and said, "That was fun. See you later, Kealy,"

Scorpius and I jumped apart; at least he stepped back quickly whilst I stayed glued to the wall. When Lily noticed us she raised an eyebrow and we both followed Scorpius into the compartment.

"Kealy Thomas?" I whispered incredulously at her and she smiled mischievously at me.

The Hogwarts feast was as good as it ever was and, by the time it was over and everyone had eaten as much as they could have, we all trudged up the staircase to Gryffindor Tower. I gave the portrait of the Fat Lady the password and a group of thirty or so Gryffindor's entered and went up to their dormitories.

I walked quickly over to the notice board and pinned up a copy of the prefects patrol timetable. Tomorrow was my turn, being Head Girl and Boy, Scorpius and I had to take the first slot of rounds. Great.

But apparently I couldn't escape Scorpius even when I was in my dormitory. I shared it with Angela, Dominique, Polly Heart and Niomi Daniels. All four of the other girls were already changed into their pajamas and sat in the middle of the floor wrapped up in their blankets when I entered. I immediately went to the bathroom to have a shower and get changed and when I came back I joined them on the floor.

"What are we talking about?" I asked whilst wrapping my cover over my shoulders.

"A certain blonde haired boy that Dominique has her eye on," Angela told me.

"Actually, practically all the girls in school are queuing to even get within an inch of Scorpius," Dominique said. "All I want is a taste, just one kiss to see what all the fuss is about, y'know?"

"I'll agree to that," Polly said and Angela nodded her head.

"Besides, it's hard to find a fit Quidditch player that I'm not related to," Dominique told us. "Is that gross to say?"

"No, Albus is pretty fit," I told her in a joking voice but I knew that most of the girls in the school fell at his feet.

"Bit of competition here, then ladies?" Niomi asked bringing the conversation back to where it had started. "Better make sure you don't get too carried away with this boy."

"Come on, Ni, it's not as if I'll get insulted if one of you lot gets on him. I don't have any proper feelings for Scorpius, just…" Dominique looked slightly lost for words.

"Attraction?" I asked and she nodded.

"What do you think, Rose?" Angela asked me. "What would you do if he wanted to snog you?"

"I'd punch him in the face," I told her and they all started to laugh. "What?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, you and Scorpius do hate each other," they all agreed.

"Obviously," I said. "He's a selfish, arrogant, two-faced idiot who doesn't know the difference between an actual human being and a Hippogriff," I told them. "That's what I think about him."

"Why, though?" Polly asked, confused as to how someone in the school didn't fancy Malfoy.

"Well, firstly there's that whole thing with our family," I indicated Dominique to show that I meant the Weasleys and Potters in general and not just Hugo and my parents. "And the Malfoy's where we already hate each other. But I'm not that bad a person as to judge someone on their relatives so I thought I'd just see what I thought of Malfoy himself,"

"And…" Angie prompted.

"I concluded that he's an idiot," I told them.

"But a good-at-Quidditch idiot," Dominique told me and the others agreed.

I sat there for a moment and my anger started to rise. What were they talking about? Scorpius was an idiot. But, apparently, I couldn't say anything to show them his bad side. Why do people always make stupid assumptions based on what others say? I was certain that one girl must have just gone, 'Oh, Scorpius might as well be fit' and so everyone thought he was. How else could it have been? And even my own friends and family were too naïve to realize.

"I wouldn't say 'good' at Quidditch. More like… only person Slytherin could find to fill the spot of seeker,"

"Not that any of them will be any good against you, Rose," Angie told me and I smiled.

"Come on, Rose," Dominique said. "I think you're a little too biased. Scorpius is actually really good. Give him a chance and watch next time we're in a game."

"No, thank you," I told her. And she and Polly shared a look that I could only think to mean 'Typical, annoying Rose' and both rolled their eyes.

I could sense that my anger was dangerously close to the surface so, instead of continuing the conversation, I stood up and climbed into my bed.

"Get to sleep girls," I told them irritably, using my Head-Girl-voice. "We've got to get up early tomorrow."

They all climbed into their beds whilst I muttered, "And you're clearly delusional from lack of sleep."

I heard Angie laugh quietly before she switched off the light and we were plunged into darkness.

The next chapter should be up soon. I'd LOVE to hear what you guys think, even if it's questions or advice! Thank you for reading.