Disclaimer: Let's see... Last time I checked, I am not J.K. Rowling. Therefore, I do not own anything.

Rose Weasley checked her reflection one last time in the mirror. She looked perfect. Her hair was perfectly groomed, her skin flawless, and her clothes impeccably neat. She was extremely excited for her Seventh Year, and had been even more so when she had gotten her Head Girl letter a week ago.

"Oi, Rosie! Get down here!" her brother Hugo's impatient voice floated up the stairs.

"Coming!" Rose muttered a quick Wingardium Leviosa on her trunk, and hurried downstairs.

Her father, mother and brother were waiting outside beside their ancient Ford automobile, which Ron had inherited from his dad.

"Come on!" Hermione Weasley said brightly, smiling at her daughter, "Kings Cross is waiting!"

Scorpius Malfoy ran a hand through his silky, pale blond locks. Good. He looked amazing. He had to, since Malfoys always had to look their best.

Scorpius walked over to his side table, picked up his Head Boy badge, and pinned it to his black and gray striped sweater. He had to make sure those little First Years knew who to be scared of. And who to go to for help, not that he would admit that anyone. Well, except maybe Al.

He had met Albus Severus Potter in his own First Year at Hogwarts, and Al had become the best friend any boy could ever wish for. He remembered it the day like it had been yesterday.

Scorpius Malfoy stepped onto the Hogwarts Express nervously, glancing around. He wandered throughout the train until he found a nice, empty compartment.

The door burst open, showing two people. One was a girl who was reasonably pretty for her age, with cascading red curls to her waist, ocean blue eyes, and a small sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Rose Weasley. He remembered his father's words about her, "Make sure you beat her in every test, Scorp. Though Harry Potter is civil with me these days, Ron Weasley is still a judgmental prat."

Scorpius had nodded obediently, wanting to be the best son possible.

The other boy was tall and lanky, with thick, messy black hair and startlingly emerald green eyes. Albus Potter. He looked exactly like his father, except without the glasses or the lightning bolt scar.

"Hi!" Rose said brightly, smiling at him, "It's Scorpius, right? Can we sit here?"

"You can't," Scorpius remarked snidely, "He can."

He had felt sort of bad when he saw the hurt look on her face, but shrugged it off when she left. He and Albus immediately hit it off, finding many things in common. It had been even better when Albus had been Sorted into Slytherin along with Scorpius. By then, he had resolved to hate Rose Weasley, because it was just too difficult to be friends with the daughter of the guy who mercilessly snubbed your dad.

And Albus had resolved to hate Rose's new best friend, Allyson Dixie, because apparently she had "stolen his cousin from him", and that they had been whispering mean things and pointing at him.

Scorpius sighed wistfully. Oh, the good old days.

"Scorpius!" his mother, Astoria's voice called, "Do you want to be late for your last year at Hogwarts?!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming, " he grumbled. But despite his tone, there was a smile on his face.