This story was written by two authors, LupinLuver888 and Spark your Creativity. This is our first time co-writing at all, so please don't be too harsh!

Disclaimer time! I... Er... We do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does!

"Has my owl arrived yet?" I asked when I got down stairs for breakfast. My mum was at the stove, cooking bacon and scrambled eggs. My father was at the table reading the Daily Prophet and my little brother, Hugo, was sitting at the island, eating his favorite cereal. I mussed his hair. He slapped me.

"Rose, really?" Mum asked, a little annoyed. I just shrugged and sat down next to Hugo, snatching the cereal box from him so I could read the back.

"You're hair looks like a dragon's den," Hugo laughed.

"How d'you know what a dragon's den looks like. It's probably cleaner than your room!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh."

"Nuh-"

"Rose, Hugo!" my mum snapped. She piled some eggs on a plate and handed it to me.

"No bacon?" She gave me one of those glares that told me, "Ask anything else and you're stuck in your room." So, I got up and got some for myself.

"Hey, mum," I said, "You never, told me if my owl arrived."

"Oh, right. Here it is." My dad said from the table. He threw over to me and I caught it expertly. Without wait, I tore it open. I was a prefect in my fifth year; so I should be a perfect candidate for-

"I'M HEAD GIRL!" I squealed and took a look at the shining badge that rested in my hands. I saw Hugo roll his eyes as my mother smiled and ran over to embrace me in a hug.

"I'm so proud of you, Rose!" Sure, now she loves me. "We have to owl Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry!" My mum ran out of the room, to fetch some parchment, possibly.

"You're such a nerd." Hugo said.

"You're just jealous you didn't get prefect position." I quipped.

"And how'd you know that? You haven't seen my owl."

"If you even did make prefect, you would've told us by now." I snapped with finality in my tone. I really didn't want to fight this early in the morning. I stabbed at my eggs and shoved them angrily into my mouth. Had he made prefect?

I laid back a little when Hugo went to change. "So Dad," I asked.

"Yes, Rose?" he replied, peeking up from his newspaper.

"Did Hugo make prefect?" He looked at me, asking silently, what do you think?

Crap. He did make prefect and didn't even bother to tell me. So much for our lovely, brother-sister bond.

***

Why do we have to live in such a big mansion? I thought as I sleepily walked down the stairs. When I finally entered the kitchen, I saw my mum and dad looking expectantly at me. Awkwardly, I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a bowl. They were still staring at me. "What?" I finally asked.

My mum smiled big and even my dad cracked a small, small smile. I eyed them warily. "You're Head Boy, Scorpius!" my mum said proudly. I looked at my dad, who may have shown proudness in his features, but his eyes said it all. Nevertheless, I smiled and hugged my mum.

"Do you know who the Head Girl is?" I asked eagerly.

"I'm sorry, dearie, no."

"Oh." I poured some milk and cereal in my bowl. "Oh well." I sat there for a little, chewing on my cereal. My mum shoved the letter in front of me; opened. I wasn't completely infuriated, how else would they know? Shoving another spoonful in my mouth, I reopened the envelope and the badge fell out. I turned it over in my fingers, watching it shine in the light.

***

Rumor was spreading that the Head Boy was Scorpius. I hated that boy. The way all the girls stared whenever they passed; how he had his own fan club just because he's currently the best Quidditch player and Quidditch captain. And he basks in it. And that's so not cool! So, it'd better not be Scorpius. "Rose," my cousin Lily said tenderly, "You look a little..."

"Angry. Frustrated, furious, hating Malfoy." My other cousin, Albus, finished for her, "He's really quite cool, though. I don't see why she hates him so much."

"Not you, too!" I whined.

"Just come on," Lily cut in, "Let's go to the prefect compartment."

I bade a goodbye to my brother and cousin before leaving. I followed Lily's flaming red hair down the aisle. As we approached the compartment, my worst fear was confirmed. Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, was sitting there, flirting with the girls and showing off like his normal git of a self. "Breathe, Rose." Lily tried to calm me, but it wasn't doing much good. Because Scorpius was looking really, well, very good this year...

***

So rumor was, Rose Weasley was the Head Girl. She's so annoying. I mean, she's the niece of the infamous Boy Who Lived. And the way all the Gryffindors look at her like she's their queen or something really annoys me. The thing is, a lot of girls envy her. I mean, what is there to envy? The massive red curls, the countless freckles, all the qualities I, personally, wouldn't want. So, I really hope it's not Rose. Anyone but Rose.

I figured I go straight to the prefect compartment so I could see who the Head Girl really was. When I got there, it was basically empty, except for a prefect from Ravenclaw. She was nice and had very puffy hair. Sooner or later, everyone else started pouring in. "So does anyone know who Head Girl is?" a boy from Hufflepuff asked.

We all looked at each other; no one knew. This is great, I thought. "I think it's Rose, you know, Weasley? From Gryffindor." Someone said. Great...

A few moments after, two redheads approached. One was Potter and the other... Was Weasley? She looked different this year, her curls weren't so curly and her freckles must have lessened. She looked... good...

***

Well this was awkward. There was chattering all around us, but Rose and Scorpius were silent, shooting off glares out the window and to the ground. "Lily, can you buy me some Chocolate Frogs?" Rose asked me when the candy trolley came our way. I checked my pockets for money, nothing. I must've left it in my trunk.

"I don't have any money." Rose sighed and shrugged. I shrugged back and sunk back down into my seat. That annoying Slytherin prefect kept eyeing me. I wanted to slap him...

***

"Welcome back for another fine year at Hogwarts! And welcome to you new students, I assure you that your years here will be wonderful!" Headmistress McGonagall began her speech. My stomach kept growling, I didn't buy anything on the train, and I was regretting that. I did ask Lily to buy me some Chocolate Frogs; she just didn't have any money. And I certainly didn't want to get up myself, for fear Malfoy would start spreading rumors or something. I caught him every now and then sneaking glances at me. It was really uncomfortable.

I looked across the Hall and found Malfoy staring at me again. I was flattered only for a second, because I saw some girl draped across him. Typical. I turned my focus back to Professor McGonagall. "... The Sorting will begin soon..." Ugh. This will take forever. And I don't even have a book or anything.

After a very long speech, the Sorting began. I cheered when someone got in Gryffindor, prayed when someone got in Slytherin that they wouldn't worship Malfoy, and sat there looking "happy" when someone got in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. The Professor may be trying to get rid of House segregation, but face it, it's never completely gone. Especially when there are always people like the Malfoys around.

"Congratulations to you all! And now, I would like to introduce our Head Boy and Head girl. If you would please, Miss Rose Weasley and Mr. Scorpius Malfoy!" I looked to see what Malfoy was doing: Proudly (more like cockily) standing up and flashing his badge for all of Hogwarts to see. I stood and smiled at everyone, trying to ignore his or her shocked stares. This was going to be one hell of a year.

The end! Er... This chapter was written by LupinLuver888, edited and fixed by the wonderful Spark your Creativity! Reviews would be lovely...!