Hello, lovely readers! Thank you so much for reading my story. I have been a obsessive Harry Potter FanFiction reader for some time now, so I decided I should post my own story. This story follows the relationship of Rose Weasley (Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger's daughter) and Scorpius Malfoy (Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass's son). I fell in love with this pairing when I read the epilogue at the end of "Deathly Hallows" and JK Rowling set up a beautiful relationship. I must admit, the first couple chapters are pretty lame, but it gets better as the story goes along and things get CRAZY. So, are you ready for some romance? Tragedy? Friendship? Family? Good, because here we go!

Disclaimer: It is with great sorrow that I must tell you lovely readers that I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling beat me to the punch. However, I do own the plot. So, unfortunately, you cannot have that :)

I have a slight problem. I'm in love with the man I vowed to always hate.

I don't know exactly when it happened, but at some point I fell in love with Scorpius Malfoy, dumb name and all. I think it all started when my Dad started the rivalry, telling me, "So, that's little Scorpius. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains." With that, I decided to hate him with every fiber in my being. But, the problem with hate is that it makes it easier to love. You just don't want to admit it.

So here I am. A dilemma that could only happen for hell's pure amusement. As much as I hated Scorpius, the way he strutted around the castle, the way he threw a dagger in my heart every time he glared at me, and how I spent hours awake at night thinking about his grey eyes… See! Something must be wrong with me.

I remember it clearly, as though I was on the Hogwarts Express for the first time yesterday. I was sitting in the compartment, sitting Indian style on one of the seats facing my cousin Al, playing Wizards Chess. The compartment door opened and looked to see who walked in. Scorpius and this other brown haired boy walked in, who I would later know as Vincent Goyle.

"Oh," he said flatly, looking to see who else was in the compartment.

Even though he was obviously embarrassed, I didn't really feel that sorry for him. After all, did I beg him on hands and knees to come in?

He came and sat down on the opposing cushion and Goyle followed him and sat down, too. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows, as if to ask, "And you're acting like you were invited to sit in here WHY?"

"All the other compartments are full," he said simply.

Fine, if I was going to be stuck in the same bloody compartment as him, I wouldn't let him know it bothered me. I continued to play wizards chess with Al for some time until a smooth voice said…

"Knight to E6."

I whipped my head around so quickly to face him that some of my trademark red Weasley hair (though mine was a little more of an auburn, since I have some of my mother's genes, too) got stuck in my mouth. I felt my ears turning red in embarrassment (thanks for that trademark, too, Dad!) and looked at him.

"What did you say?"

"Move your knight to E6," he said in a smug way, "Then you'll win."

I looked over my game pieces thoroughly again. Sure enough, if I moved my knight to E6, I would checkmate Al. But, to my great pleasure, I also so if I moved my castle to D7, I would also checkmate. (Poor Al, maybe he'll beat me one day. Oh, who are we kidding, he never will. I inherited my father's Wizards Chess skills, and unfortunately, Al inherited his father's.)

"Castle to D7," I said with the joy of one who just won the lottery.

The piece of marble moved itself to its proper cubical of victory on Al's chess set. Al looked over all of his broken chess pieces, my one broken pieces, and sighed sadly. I patted him on the shoulder and he grinned at me. Pulling my bag from the luggage rack above my head, I pulled out a small black box. I smiled to myself as I stared at its gold letters on the front, spelling "Ollivanders. Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C." I also remember the big deal about my wand.

When I went to Diagon Alley to get my schoolbooks, robes, wand, and other typical Hogwarts necessities, it certainly wasn't my first trip to the wonderful alley. I was raised in a Wizard family, so I knew all about magic. ("Lucky you, I didn't, I had to research everything about wizards in the world before I came," my mum said in response.) I got my robes from Madam Malkin, who squealed with delight seeing my Mum and Dad. I got my books from Flourish and Blotts because my father refused to get me second-hand books. ("I went through that all of my childhood, and will put that punishment on no child of mine!") Finally, after 11 years of waiting, I got my wand. I walked into Ollivanders that sunny August day, and to my surprise, saw Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry already there.

"Aunt Ginny, Uncle Harry!" I yelled with happiness.

I ran to give them a hug, which they returned with just as much enthusiasm. Everyone smiled and locked eyes with each other, as if telling secrets in their minds. After looking around at them, with my hands on my hips, I attempted to threaten the secret out of them all.

"Is somebody going to please tell me what's up?" I pleaded.

"This," Uncle Harry said, "Is your new wand, giving that it chooses you. It's a rather special wand."

I stared at the gorgeous wand in awe, resisting every urge in my body to jump up and down and scream like a 5-year-old girl. I looked up into my uncle's eyes and saw tears in them; I looked into my Aunt Ginny's brown eyes and saw the same tears brewing themselves, ready to slide out at a moment's notice.

"The wand is special for two reasons. Its core is made from the feather of a phoenix. But not just any phoenix, the birds name was Fawkes. He belonged to Professor Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts when we went, and he is who Al is named after. I found this feather on the day Dumbledore's funeral. I decided to save it for someone else's wand, too. Plus, it's made of the same mahogany tree my father's wand was made of," said Uncle Harry, his brilliant green sparkling with tears, looking at me with all the love in the world

I continued to stare at the wand. Why did I deserve the special wand?"

"But," I asked with curiosity, "Why didn't you give it to James or Al?"

"Because," he replied, smiling down at me, "The wand chooses the wizard, Rosie. Not the other way around. It didn't choose Albus or James. But maybe," he held the wand out to me, "It will choose you."

I grabbed the wand. Suddenly, it felt like a bolt of energy rushed through my fingers. I felt wind rush around me; I felt warmth through my fingers. I started to glide the wand around and little, chirping birds started to pop out and follow my gliding wand.

"Oh, Ron," my mum said with a laugh, "Did I use that spell in our 6th year?"

"Yeah, Hermione," my dad said, putting his arm around her, "Except you made them attack me. I like Rosie's version better."

I smiled. Dad set that up, I had to do it. So, with a grin on my face, I thrust the wand towards Dad and the little bird fluttered over and started to peck at him.

"HEEEEY! NOT COOL, ROSIE!!" Dad yelled while attempting to whack the birds away with little success.

With that memory fresh in my head, I released a laugh. So here I am, curled up in this bloody freezing corridor, attempting to think about anything but Scorpius, with little success. My mind wandered back to back to the first time he saved me. Note, I say first time. I'm sort of clumsy and he seems to always be around to save me. Why can't Jerry Longbottom save me for once? Then again, Jerry's probably clumsier than me and might die in the process of trying to save me. I was going across the giant lake. I wasn't particularly in a good mood because I was stuck in the boat with Vincent and Scorpius. Al and I sat on one side, staring at the side of the lake, Scorpius and Vincent said on one side, staring on that side of the lake. Now, by my luck, we were at the very back of the line of first years, far beyond earshot. Scorpius started to rock the boat by looking through his cloaks for his wand, and accidently made a wave splash on my socks.

"Would you cut that out?!" I said aggressively, for I was quite agitated.

Scorpius blinked his blonde eyelashes innocent, and continued to search through his cloak, which continued to rock the boat. At some point, I found myself in the water. I was blinded by the dark, murky water. I felt my cloaks weighing me down and I couldn't swim well. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper. I heard screams above the water and I knew it then: I was going to drown. Then, I heard a splash and felt the water moving around me. Was that that the giant squid? Uncle Harry said it was friendly, but maybe it only ate girls. Stupid gender! Then, a hand slipped into mine and a hand put itself gently around my waist. I felt like I just got shocked. It was the most electrify, heart-pumping touch I had ever felt. Slowly, I felt myself being pulled up and my head broke out of the waters. I gulped air, and the warm hand kept me afloat. I opened my bright brown eyes and it met those incredible gray eyes. Scorpius had saved my life. His wet blonde hair was clinging to his face. I'd never seen a face anymore handsome.

"Are you okay?" He said desperately, his grey eyes looking at me in fear.

Al was screaming "PROFESSOR HAGRID! PROFESSOR HAGRID!" somewhere in the distant, but I couldn't hear. I nodded, but my heart was pounding like I had run a marathon. I was unconditionally and forever in love with Scorpius Malfoy.

Alright, that is Chapter 1! Tell me, did you guys like it? Did you hate it? Please, let me know you're opinion. I love constructive criticism. I will hopefully be posting more as soon as I know how in the world to work bloody FanFiction. Thanks guys! Love you all!