AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! Well, this here is my first story ever on fanfiction, so I hope you all like it. Any constructive criticism would be more than appreciated. There are many more chapters to come, and I actually go on break from school tomorrow, so updating should come fairly quickly. This is a Rose/Scorpius story if you haven't noticed yet. Hope you like it!

"Oh, come on Rosie. Pleaseeeeee".

Rolling my eyes, I continued to ignore the whines and pleas coming from my cousin Albus, despite the fact that the sound of his voice was growing more and more desperate with each stretched out syllable.

"Rosieee!"

A growl escaped my thinly pressed lips and with yet another roll of my eyes, I glanced over my shoulder in order to glare at Albus. "No. You are most certainly not worthy of my forgiveness at this moment." From behind Albus, Hugo began to snicker, no doubt finding his cousins predicament quite amusing. Despite his macho-man facade, everyone in the Weasley- Potter clan knew that Albus couldn't stand having any one of his cousins be cross with him. This generalization was especially true when it concerned me, for out of all the Weasley-Potter cousins, Albus and I were the closest.

"Rose, I really think you ought to just go and forgive him before he starts crying or something." Hugo quipped, a laugh soon following his comment. Despite the fact that I didn't even bother to turn around, I could practically feel the glare Albus was surely sending Hugo's way.

"No." I snapped as I continued walking down the halls of the Hogwarts express in search of an empty compartment I could dump my stuff in before heading off to meet the other prefects. "If I even felt like talking to Albus at the moment, I would kindly inform him that telling my father about the boy I snogged at the end of last year was most certainly not acceptable. Especially not at the dinner table, where there are sharp utensils within his immediate reach." Though to some it might have seemed as if I was overreacting, the truth was that Albus was quite lucky I hadn't inflicted some sort of bodily harm upon him yet. My father Ron was known for his obscene temper, and Albus really had gone too far to mention some boy I had hooked up with at the end of the year party in front of him. Albus swore that it had been an accident, a mere slip of the tongue, but I knew better. Albus was merely getting me back for embarrassing him in front of Emma Creevey at the end of last year. Albus had, had a huge crush on Emma for all of the second semester, despite the fact that she was a year older than he was, and had no intention of having a boyfriend within Hogwarts whilst she was about to graduate. The worst part about the whole thing was that Albus had merely roared with laughter while Ronald had threatened to hunt down the boy in question.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry!" Albus exclaimed, finally giving me the apology I had been waiting for since last night. Though I knew that I was more than certainly going to forgive Albus within a matter of minutes, I didn't want to make things so easy for him. Oh, no, despite the fact that I loved my cousin dearly, I wanted nothing more than to knock his oversized ego down a few pegs.

"Oh, you're sorry now, eh?" I questioned, still not bothering to look at Albus. The three of us had reached the end of the hall by now, and I had finally spotted an empty carriage. With my hand wrapped around the door handle, I spun around and faced Albus. "I don't think I'll let you off so easily this time around Albus." There was a prominent smirk twitching at the corners of my lips and it took all of my will power to suppress it. Especially as I saw a look of desperation form across the face of my dear cousin. Albus was a lot of things- including pompous and quite narcissistic. However, he was also a huge teddy bear underneath it all. No, really, he was a lot like my own father in that way.

In seconds, Albus had reached out his hand and was currently gripping my thin wrist. "Oh, come off it Rosie. I said I was sorry! What else do you want? I'll do just about anything, I swear." The look on Albus' face at the present moment was so distraught that a part of me actually felt bad about stringing this out for so long. After all, I knew how important family was to Albus.

"Ugh. Stop your groveling Potter, it's absolutely disgusting. Frankly, I don't understand why you would want her talking to you anyway, but I suppose someone like you can't find better company."

The all too familiar voice cut through the air just as I had opened my mouth to accept Albus' apology. Almost as if by reflex, a groan escaped from my lips as I rolled my eyes. However, before I could even think up a snide remark to throw back, Albus had opened his big mouth.

"Sodder off Malfoy." The tone in Albus' voice was nothing short of disgusted, and frankly, I couldn't blame him. Scorpius Malfoy was definitely one of Albus' least favorite people, and frankly, he was most certainly on my list as well.

"Oh, really great comeback there Potter. Your wit never ceases to amaze me." The tone in Scorpius' voice was dripping with sarcasm, and had I not been completely and utterly revolted by his presence, I probably would have laughed at the comment. However, the thing was, that I was in fact completely and utterly revolted by his presence. Beside me, I could hear Albus take in a sharp breath and I put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

"Do calm down Albus, he's most certainly not worth it." I chimed in, doing my very best to keep the tone in my voice nonchalant and monotone. I preferred to make it appear as if Scorpius didn't rile me up just as badly as he riled up my cousin.

Almost as soon as the words had left my lips, Scorpius rewarded me with his trademark smirk. "And who exactly are you to be passing judgment on people Weasley? Especially when it comes to a persons worth. After all, your entire family is worth very little." Scorpius followed his words with a chuckle. In an instant, I felt something snap inside of me and my eyes narrowed at Scorpius in disdain. So much for not letting Scorpius rile me up this year.

"My family is worth much more than yours Malfoy. Especially to the wizarding community at large. I think you can deduce exactly what I mean by that." Sarcasm dripped off of each word and the look I was currently shooting Scorpius would have sent most people running. Scorpius however, barely flinched. Rather, the corners of his lips twitched downwards, transforming his smirk into a sneer.

"Not to those people who matter." Scorpius retorted, venom in each syllable. Scorpius' brows were slightly raised and his nose was wrinkled, giving off the impression that he felt as if Albus, Hugo, and I were all beneath him. Truth be told, I was willing to bet several hundred galleons that he did, in fact, think that we were beneath him.

A snort escaped me and I rolled my eyes in a dramatic fashion, "In the sake of maintaining some semblance of decency, for lord knows you won't be making any attempt, I'll refrain from commenting on who those so called people who matter really are. " A hundred accusations were resting on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't have the malice to speak them.

"Oh, do tell Weasley." Scorpius replied, feigning a curious tone. It was evident that Scorpius already knew what I was going to say, and he just wanted me to say it myself so that he had reason to be even crueler.

"No." I snapped back, glaring at him as I began to pull open the compartment door. "I'd rat-"

I was soon caught off my Albus, who clearly was not as capable of controlling his temper. "Well if Rose won't do it, I will. I'm sure the only people you're thinking of are-" Fortunately for the lot of us, Albus was cut off by a rather annoyed looking Lily Potter. As she rounded the corner, Lily cleared her throat loudly, "Albus!" She exclaimed, shooting him a glare. Lily clearly knew the words that were about to spill from Albus' mouth, and she had cut him off just in time. After I had shot Lily a grateful look, my eyes shifted back onto Scorpius, who looked just about ready to hex Albus into oblivion.

"Why don't you just finish that sentence Potter." Scorpius hissed, "Or are you really going to let your little sister tell you what to do." The look on Scorpius' face was absolutely menacing, and I was even more grateful that Lily had showed up when she had. Despite the fact that I hated Scorpius Malfoy with every fiber of my being, I was firm in my belief that bringing up the Second War alliances was off limits.

"Well, it's better that he listen to his sister than the likes of you, Malfoy." I quickly piped up, just in case Albus was thinking of complying with Malfoy's request. "So, please, do us all a favor and just saunter off to wherever you came from. I'm sure your grimy little friends miss you." With that, I pulled the door to the compartment open and practically shoved Albus inside. After shooting me a very pointed glare, Scorpius began to strut down the hallway.

As Scorpius rounded the corner, a sigh of relief escaped me and I entered the compartment. Situating myself next to Lily, I turned my attention over to Albus. Clearing my throat, I drew his attention to the look I was currently giving him.

"Whaaaaat?" Albus questioned, giving me the most innocent look he could muster up. With a groan, I rolled my eyes and pushed a hand through my thick red hair. "You're impossible Albus. You know very well that certain things are simply off limits."

"Bloody hell Rose, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were defending him."

Another groan escaped me, "Good thing you know better then Albus. Just because I'd rather not have to bring you to Madame Pomfrey in a matchbox doesn't mean I'm sticking up for the snake. Au contraire, I'm looking out for you." With that, I stood up and rifled through my trunk in search of my prefects badge.

"Yes, well, I'm off to the prefect compartment. I'll be back later. Behave yourselves and listen to what Lily says." Laughing lightly, I opened the door to the compartment, practically imagining the look Albus was wearing after I had just told him to obey his younger sister. As the sliding door began to close, I distinctly heard Albus muttering about how he could have easily taken down Scorpius Malfoy.

Shaking my head, I continued down the hallway towards the prefect compartment. Seventh year hadn't even officially begun, and already Scorpius Malfoy had caused some sort of dispute with my family. Despite myself, I shook my head as a string of profanities escaped my lips, causing a few of the passing first years to give me strange looks. The truth was that it hadn't always been like this between Scorpius and myself. True, we had never been friends, but things had been fairly civil between the two of us during our first two years at school. The bad blood had really started after first term grades had been released during out third year. Scorpius and I had always been extremely academically competitive with one another, and when we tied for first in our year in Potions, an argument had exploded between the two of us. I had called Scorpius arrogant and narcissistic, he called me pompous and a know it all. From there, the argument regressed to even fouler names being thrown around between the two of us. The words 'pureblood', and 'inbred' had slipped from my lips, which resulted in Scorpius uttering the word 'mudblood'. That was the moment I began to loathe Scorpius Malfoy, and I was fairly certain that, that was the moment he started to hate me as well.

Finally arriving at the front of the train, I spotted the prefects compartment and pulled the door open with a smile gracing my face. A few of the prefects had already arrived, and both the Head Boy, and Head Girl were already seated. "Hey guys." I greeted, my tone of voice far more upbeat than it had been a few minutes ago. As I sat down, I smiled at my cousin Molly. "Hey Molls, congrats on Head Girl!" Though the tone in my voice was chipper and congratulatory, I felt a pang of jealousy hit me. I had wanted to get Head Girl so badly, and when Molly had received it instead I had been absolutely devastated. For days after the announcement, I had sulked about it, convinced that McGonagall had made some sort of mistake. After all, despite the fact that Molly was a Ravenclaw, I had better marks than her in every subject. However, over time I had come to realize why Molly had been chosen over me. Though I was well behaved enough to maintain my prefect position, my record was far from spotless. After all, I had partaken in quite a number of pranks over the years. It was hard not to when your cousins consisted of James and Albus Potter. Not only that, James had handed me the position of Gryffindo Quidditch captain, meaning that I wouldn't have the time to properly carry out Head Girl duties. Yes, I had eventually realized that Molly had in fact, been the right choice.

That conclusion was further solidified when I saw the smile Molly was giving me. "Thanks Rose, I really appreciate it."

After that brief exchange, I turned my attention over to Emmanuel Zabini- the head boy. Honestly, I had been a little shocked when Emmanuel had been named Head Boy. It wasn't because Emmanuel wasn't a smart guy, for he was, it was merely that he was so quite and reserved. Though, it seemed as if his personality would compliment Molly's rather well. With a nod of my head, I decided that Molly and Emmanuel had in fact, been good choices.

"Okay, well, welcome everyone. I hope you had a pleasant summer."

The sound of Molly's soft, nurturing voice pulled me out of my thoughts and my eyes opened up as I turned my attention to her standing form. With a quick sweep of the compartment, I noticed that we were only missing one of the prefects. I welcome anyone to take a wild guess as to who exactly that was.

"I'd like to start now, just going over a few things for the year. So…"

"Malfoy's not here yet." A voice on the other side of the compartment mumbled. Turning my head, I noticed that said voice had come from Adeline Crowley- the seventh year female Slytherin prefect. The look on her face was a mixture between sheer boredom and utter annoyance.

"Oh, right." Molly's voice was soft, and she sounded quite dejected at the prospect of not being able to start. With a soft sigh, Molly sat back down next to Emmanuel, and the two of them began to engage in light conversation. Sighing in annoyance, I sank further into my seat and turned my head to the left in the hope that I could start a conversation with my fellow seventh year prefect. The moment I looked over to my left, however, the door to the compartment opened and I didn't even have to turn around to know who had just arrived. After all, even his footsteps sounded pompous. He did have a swagger after all.

"Nice of you to finally join us Malfoy," I hissed, as I slowly turned my head to face Molly.

"Yes well, I just was feeling charitable today Weasley. You should consider yourself honored." Malfoy retaliated, the smirk on his face almost as wide as a licorice wand. As he began to make his way over to the seat beside Adeline Crowley, I promptly stuck out my foot, causing Malfoy to stumble and trip a few times before Adeline reached out a hand to steady him. As snickering began to fill the prefect compartment, a smug look appeared on my face and I watched with great amusement as Malfoy snapped his head around to shoot me the nastiest glare I had ever seen. Really, it warmed my heart to no end.

"How dare you Weaselbee." Malfoy hissed. The absolute hatred that shone through in his voice shocked me, but once I got over my initial reaction, I forced my face to assume a neutral expression and I merely arched a brow in his direction.

"Oh, sorry, what?" I questioned, a smirk playing out across my lips as pretended to not have heard a thing Malfoy had just said. Which really, if I had the choice, I would have opted for. A growl escaped Malfoy's lips and for a second I thought we were actually going to get into some sort of fight. Come on Malfoy, bring it on.

"All right, shut up. Both of you." Emmanuel finally piped in, and the entire compartment turned to look at him. To be honest, I was a bit surprised at the forcefulness of Emmanuel's voice, and from the look on Malfoy's face he was as well. Especially considering Malfoy and Emmanuel were supposed to be good friends. "Molly and I have a few things we'd like to discuss and honestly, the faster you two shut up, the faster you get to get out of each others presence."

Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, I nodded my head in agreement. Emmanuel most certainly did have a point. "So, yeah, Molly, you can take it from here." With that, Emmanuel pressed his lips together and sat down, just as Molly stood up.

"Thanks." Molly began, but not before giving Emmanuel a warm smile. In the back of my head, I couldn't help but think about how well they complimented one another. Yes, McGonagall had made an absolutely brilliant decision.

"Right, so, Emmanuel and I were thinking that this year we were going to spice things up a little bit." Molly said, a broad smile coming over her face. Quietly, I scoffed to myself. Sure, I loved the living daylights out of my cousin, but Molly Weasley was the opposite of spice. From across the room, I distinctly heard Malfoy let out a loud snort. Narrowing my eyes, I shot him the dirtiest glare I could muster up. No one was allowed to think ill of my cousins, except for myself of course.

"Right, well…" Molly continued, trying to pretend as if she had never heard Malfoy's little outburts, however from the slight blush creeping up onto her cheeks, I could tell she had. The glare that I was shooting Malfoy only intensified. "Emmanuel and I were trying of ways to make this year different than all the rest, and well, we decided we would have a whole year of inter-house wars! Kind of like the muggle version of color wars!" The look on Molly's face as she finally spit it out was overjoyed, and I couldn't help but smile. Frankly, it sounded like a bloody brilliant idea to me. I couldn't wait to completely cream Slytherin in every thing.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one thinking that for a moment later, Frank Longbottom, my fellow Seventh year prefect elbowed me in the ribs. As I turned my head to face him, the smirk on his face told me everything I needed to know. "Oh, yes, so ready!" I exclaimed, nodding my head. The entire compartment was abuzz, and Emmanuel stood up once more.

"There's a catch though."

Oh, of course. Nothing was every so simple.

"McGonogall was afraid that out little idea would only serve to intensify certain house rivalries. Especially between some people." Emmanuel gave both Malfoy and I pointed looks, and I let out a huff. "So, in order to mitigate her fears, we had to merge the house teams for this little war of ours. You know, in order to cool off certain rivalries."

Emmanuel actually made a lot of sense at the moment. After all, Gryffindors were known for their hot-headedness, and the sturdy Ravenclaws were surely going to cool us down.

"So, that's why we've decided to have Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together on one team, and Slytherin and Gryffindor make up the other team."

"Fantastic, right, well…" The excitement in my voice instantly died as I realized exactly what Emmanuel had said. "WHAT?"I screeched, turning my head to look at Molly and Emmanuel, my blue eyes as wide as saucers. "You have got to be kidding me!" All my dreams of a Ravenclaw- Gryffindor alliance were now shattered with thoughts of a Slytherin-Gryffindor bloodbath.

Emmanuel cleared his throat, casting me a disapproving look. "It was McGonagalls idea. Honest." The tone in his voice was stern, and yet, there seemed to be a drop of an apology in there. Odd. Despite that fact however, a string of profanities began to escape my lips and Frank had to put a hand on my arm in an attempt to calm me down.

"Well, what will the first event be?" Piped in Elouise Creevey, the 7th year Ravenclaw prefect.

"A Quidditch match." Molly beamed. My jaw instantly dropped and I gaped at Molly in complete shock. There was no way in hell that my own cousin was doing this. Instantly, my head whipped around to look at Malfoy, who looked just as peeved and ticked off as I was. It really would just happen to be that while I was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, he was the Slytherin Quidditch captain. Oh yeah, and did I mention the fact that we both played the same position.

Love my life. No really, Molly and Emmanuel both deserved a bloody medal for their evil, grand master plan.