Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all rights belong to J.K. Rowling, but if they did I wouldn't have stopped the series!

A/N: All Weasleys, Potters, and Malfoys are based on J.K. Rowling's tree on her website. The only made up names are the first names of the wizards and witches, many surnames are from the books. This is an introduction to Rose's first mistake, the second one, falling for a Malfoy will come in following chapters. Please Read and Review and let me know if I should continue. Do you want Malfoy's POV and I was thinking switching to Rose in first person? Also need a beta if anyone wants to! Thanks and enjoy :-)

She was devastated. Rose Weasley had failed at the first thing her father asked her. His words echoed in her ears, "If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you, but no pressure."

Instead of the scarlet colors of her parents' house she was sitting with the blue and bronze drapes at the Ravenclaw table. Upon arriving at Hogwarts she felt scared and shaky especially after sitting with James on the train listening him tell stories of his past year at school. She knew only half of them could be true, because she knew the sorting wasn't painful or difficult. She knew her parents sorting experience by heart and through the plentiful textbooks she had already started reading.

She wanted to make her Dad proud but she wasn't ashamed of Ravenclaw, you had to be intelligent after all, but her whole family had been in Gryffindor except two of her cousins. Once the Sorting Hat touched her head she knew that she didn't belong where the brave at heart dwell. She wasn't brave or courageous she was just brainy, like her Mum, and she didn't do well with dares or anything that wasn't logic. When the Sorting Hat touched her head she remembered the voice whispering in her ear, "Well you want to be in Gryffindor because you're afraid of your father. That's not thinking like a Gryffindor at all! You lack courage, though plenty of knowledge I see, a good mind does go far here, Ravenclaw would suit your needs. Better be," RAVENCLAW!"

Slowly eating the feast before her she thought that Albus was just a scared as her yet he still managed to become a Gryffindor. She guessed that growing up with James as an older brother might create some form of courage so he couldn't be as chicken as he was with her. Thankfully Dominique was in Ravenclaw along with Molly. Although she was closer with Albus since they were the same age, Dominique Weasley was only a year above her like James, and Molly Weasley was two years ahead.

However what was truly upsetting her was the irritating Malfoy boy also happened to be in Ravenclaw. She thought for sure from what she heard her dad and Granddad say about the Malfoy family was that they were all Slytherins. Yet three seats down sat Scorpius Malfoy with his slick blonde hair and sly smile.

Upon seeing Rose glance at him his smile became a sneer, which he managed to keep perfectly while saying, "I think the Sorting Hat made a few mistakes, how come another Weasley managed to end up in a House that requires brains? I mean its obvious that with that puzzled look and meek attitude you should be in Hufflepuff."

"My knowledge I'm sure is far superior than yours Malfoy, and with that awful sneer and you're rude behavior I'm surprised you're not in Slytherin. I wonder how upset Daddy will be seeing as you're the first Malfoy, ever I'm sure, to not be in the House of evil. I guess you just weren't evil enough to get in, that or you lack the cunning Slytherin so desires," Rose replied smirking.

"Oh well I know my knowledge just happens to be my most prized skill which is why the Sorting Hat chose me here instead of the house of my ancestors. Oh and Weasley I'm actually quite kind except to Weasley scum like yourself so I'm not as evil as you might have been led to believe."

A shuffling of feet and the buzz of students talking filled the Great Hall as people started towards the doors. Before Rose could utter a reply a prefect was shushing her.

"First years follow me, please be quiet so you can listen to my instructions as I take you to our common room," said a stuffy fifth year prefect named Scott Davies.

Rose ignored Malfoy's last retort and instead followed Davies to their common room. Her anger started to subside once she caught her first true glimpse of Hogwarts. The magnificent staircases took her to the fifth floor past the rusty suits of armor that glanced at them. They finally came to a spiral staircase that made Rose dizzy by the time they reached the top. She was at the front of the line with Davies followed by three other first year girls, Malfoy, and two other first year boys. In front of them was an old wooden door without a keyhole but a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.

"Where's the handle? How are we to get in? Do we use the knocker or is there a password?" asked one of the unnamed first year boys.

Davies replied swiftly, "Yes just knock once and the eagle's mouth will open and a question will come out that you must answer. If you can't get right you must keep on trying or you'll be stuck out here till someone comes along that can."

Davies then knocked once and the eagle spoke, "It is not the first and it is not the last, it is neither the beginning nor the end and all must endure this. It happens to young and old and for those in between. It can be painful or painless but it is life's greatest adventure. What am I?

Rose smiled, at once she knew she belonged here and replied, "Death," before Davies could.

One of the first year girls gave her a look of admiration while Malfoy raised his eyebrows and said, "That was rather simple wasn't it? Anyone could get into our common room."

Dominique appeared behind Rose and smiled mischievously at Malfoy and said, "Well the Slytherins are rather dumb and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors are narrow minded. I'm sure you're above the average thinker Scorpius."

Rose turned to glare at her cousin's awful compliment to Malfoy as the others walked though the door. Upon entering the common room the circular area was filled with arched windows that had beautiful blue and bronze curtains made of silk. Rose peered out the window to see the looming mountains and thought that she couldn't wait to study with a view that spectacular. Glancing at the ceiling she noticed the domed room was painted with stars that matched the dark blue carpet. The statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stood beside a door which Davies and the other prefect girl Matilda Dawlish.

"The girls dormitory is to the left and the boys to the right. Tomorrow we will explain common rule etiquette but for now it is time for bed," said Dawlish, who had a very high-pitched voice that sounded similar to the squeals and chirps a Cornish Pixy.

Rose held back a snort as she climbed the stairs to a room that said First Years. The three other girls followed in and went to the bed that had their trunk on it. Rose was pleased to have a bottom bunk since she hated heights. As she started to undress one of the girls came over to her and tapped her shoulder.

"Hello I'm Elizabeth Abbott, I'll be in the bunk above you, I just wanted to introduce myself seeing as we'll be sharing this dorm for awhile," said a girl with brown hair that laid flat against her back. Her face seemed kind, her robes decent, yet she seemed a little plain.

Rose smiled back at her and said, "Pleased to meet you, I hope we can be friends."

One of the other girls gave a loud laugh, "Everyone wants to be your friend except for maybe Malfoy you're the famous Weasley, your Mum and Dad fought with Harry Potter, of course everyone wants to be friends with the famous and rich."

"Sorry, don't know your name, but were not rich, we're well off, I mean we don't have a house elf or anything or own a mansion," Rose replied put off.

"Well from the looks of Witch Weekly I'd like to live in your house or better yet I wish the Potters would adopt me their really rich, pretty, and everyone would know who I am, by the way I'm Michelle Clearwater," she said airily as she waived her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"I don't want to be famous for my parents or money, thanks, I plan to make a name for myself," Rose said smiling at the irritating girl.

"Yeah well I just want to figure out how I'll get in the common room every night, I mean solving puzzles to go to bed or do homework isn't my cup of tea," said a girl with shoulder length black hair.

"You'll get the hang of it eventually just a lucky guess for me, I'm sure I'll be stuck out there one night, " Rose replied to the only girl whose name she didn't remember from the sorting.

"I'm Natasha Fleet, I'm Muggle-born, so I don't know much about this magic stuff, or wizarding history, I'm surprised I winded up in Ravenclaw but I guess I must be smart deep down," she said chuckling.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know tomorrow about who's who, and what's what tomorrow Natasha, but I'm just plump tired so I'm going to sleep," announced Michelle Clearwater.

As Rose pulled up the covers she wondered who would want to be friends because of her famous parents, and if the teachers expected her to perform as well as her Mum. She also wondered how her Dad would take it that she was in the same house as Malfoy. She hoped that she would please everyone as she tried to make a name for herself and at the same time outshine Malfoy in everyway, because she wanted to prove she was more than just a famous name or in Malfoy's words "scum".