A/N: Before the seventh book, I was a somewhat quiet Draco/Hermione shipper. I didn't think that it would ever happen, but we can dream, can't we? But with the epilogue, us Draco/Hermione shippers were given a new hope for the second generation. I love all of the second gen kids, and they're really a blast to write. So, with that, I started Rose's Turn. Enjoy!

Rose Weasley did not feel like Rose.

All her life, whenever she met someone new, they would get wide-eyed and say, "You're Hermione Granger's daughter!" or "You're Ron Weasley's daughter!" or "You're Harry Potter's niece!" or "You're Ginny Weasley's niece!" As she grew older, they said, "You're James's cousin!" or "You're Albus's cousin!" or "You're Victoire's cousin!" Rose was always someone else's something, and never just Rose.

But she was determined to change that when she went to Hogwarts.

Oh yes, little Rosie was not just going to be someone's daughter or niece or cousin. She was going to be someone else entirely. She was going to be Rose at last. It was her turn.

She had a few ways to accomplish these plans, and they all had to do with separating herself from her family as much as possible. And, of course, they were made blatantly obviously by her father at Platform 9¾.

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," he'd said to Rose, Albus, Lily, and Hugo, "but no pressure."

Well, Dad, she'd though through her fake grimace that matched Albus's, guess you'll be disinheriting your only daughter.

Of course, Rose was not sure how she would pull off not being in Gryffindor. As far as she could tell, she had every trait that Gryffindors held dear. And she was, indeed, being very brave by trying to stand out in her rather large family, which included not only the twelve Weasley/Potter/Lupin kids, but also several of her parents' good friends' kids. Only Teddy and Victoire had thus far broken free from the mold, being put in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw respectably. But, Rose reminder herself, Teddy wasn't really related to her and Victoire was exactly like her mother, possessing an unfair combination of both extreme beauty and extreme brains.

Alright, so she might not be able to get into another House, but she could definitely go against some of her father's other words. Words involving one Scorpius Malfoy.

"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie."

Looks like I'll be throwing a couple of questions, she thought with a smile as she made her way onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time.

"Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie."

Bingo. The one thing she could do without completely compromising her own self. Befriend the enemy.

"Rose! Where are you going to sit?" Albus asked, running to catch up to her.

"I saw someone who looked friendly enough that's a first year," she said, not slowing from her usual brisk walk, and Albus stumbled along behind her. "I think I'm going to try to find them."

"Oh…" he trailed off slightly. "I guess I'll find someplace else to sit."

"Al, you can sit with me if you want, but…" she hesitated slightly, unsure of how to put this delicate piece of information. "I'm not sure that you'd want to sit with this kid."

"Why?"

Just then, the two almost passed the compartment where the blond-haired Scorpius Malfoy was sitting – alone – with one of the required first year textbooks open on his lap.

"Because my dad is going to flay me alive when he finds out, and I'm sure that you don't want to be a part of that aftermath."

"Rose, you've got to be kidding me! Rose!" Al said quickly as Rose opened the glass door, which shut him up immediately. He gave her a "what-the-hell-are-you-doing" look, looking from Rose to Scorpius to Rose again, gesturing wildly, while Rose gave him an "if-you-don't-like-it-then-find-somewhere-else-to-sit" look, pointing down the train aisle to the numerous other compartments before turning her back on her cousin and smiling at Scorpius, who had still not looked up from his book.

"Hello!" Rose said brightly, and Albus slapped his hand to his face in one final exasperated gesture before hurrying along down aisle. Scorpius looked up, slightly startled that someone was talking to him.

"Hello," he said quietly, still looking confused.

"Would you mind if I sit with you? I don't have any friends yet and I really don't want to sit with my family," she asked, just as brightly.

"Er… I guess," he said, and Rose quickly slid the glass door closed. "Why?"

"Why what?" Rose asked, settling herself into the seat opposite him.

"Why do you want to sit with me?"

"Why not?"

"Because no one likes me."

"I like you."

"You don't know me."

"Neither do they."

The two were in a sort of a standoff for a minute. Rose decided to make the first move.

"You're Scorpius Malfoy," she said, matter-of-factly.

"And you're a Weasley," Scorpius said, giving her a sideways glance, his pale eyebrows raising, looking at Rose like she was crazy.

"Rose," she said, pretending to be oblivious to his look, her hand jetting out for him to take, which he did hesitantly, still questioning the girl's sanity.

"You do realize that we're supposed to hate each other, don't you?" he asked.

"Yep!" Rose replied happily. "But you see, I'm tired of being the perfect little Weasley kid, and you don't seem half bad to me."

"I wish I could do that."

"Do what?"

"Not be the perfect little Malfoy. My parents are expecting an owl saying I've been sorted into Slytherin, just like every member of my family before me, that I've made loads of Slytherin friends, and that I'm the apple of my Slytherin Head of House's eye."

Scorpius looked down, as if his words brought him great shame.

The two were silent for a minute, both lost in the thought of things now said, things that neither of them had ever dared to voice to their families before and were now voicing them to the person who should have been their schoolyard adversaries.

"Let's do it," Rose finally said, as Scorpius seemed reluctant to break the silence first. Being raise with her large family, Rose had learned quite young that if you want your voice heard, you had to say it faster and louder than the person next to you at family tea. Obviously, Scorpius's family had taken a vastly different approach to parenting. Not surprising, considering the stories that Rose had heard from her parents and aunts and uncles.

"Do what?" Scorpius asked, still very confused by the direction his life seemed to have taken the second he allowed Rose to sit with him.

"Disappoint our parents," she said simply. "I'm bound to end up in Gryffindor, because, honestly, that is where I best fit, so I highly doubt that the hat would think of putting me anywhere else, but you seem more like a Ravenclaw to me. I mean, of all the times I've been on Platform 9¾, I've never seen a first year take an interest in Hogwarts, A History." She gestured to the book that still lay open on Scorpius's lap, already heavily marked and noted in very neat handwriting. "Anyways, my mum told me she doesn't care what House I get in, as long as it's where I best fit. My dad on the other hand told me not to fraternize with the enemy, and you're basically the enemy by his standards. But your parents obviously want you to be in Slytherin. If you get into Ravenclaw your parents are bound to be disappointed. And then we can show both of our families that we're our own selves, and not miniatures of them."

Rose stopped talking, a huge smile on her face. Scorpius was silent, staring at Rose.

"You're crazy," he finally said.

Rose's face began to fall when Scorpius broke into a smile that rivaled Rose's. "A crazy, psychotic, mad genius!"

Both began to laugh so hard that their sides hurt. They laughed in unison for several minutes, garnishing strange looks from those still roaming the aisle, looking for their friends.

"So, we're agreed that we'll be friends and you'll be in whichever House you belong in so we can prove that we're ourselves?"

"Of course! You have no idea how long I've wanted to stand up to my parents and grandparents! And I've never had a friend before," he tacked on casually, like it was no big deal.

Rose, however, was taken aback. "You've never had a friend? Not even one? Ever?"

"Never. I was pretty much raised never leaving my house. My parents paid for private tutors and brought some of their friends round for tea every now and then, but I've never really been around people my own age before. This is all kind of new for me. What about you?"

"My family is huge," Rose told him. "I've got my little brother, Hugo, and then my cousins, Victoire, Dominique, Louis, Molly, Lucy, Fred, Roxanne, James, Albus, Lily, and – well, Teddy's not really my cousin, but he might as well be. He's my uncle's godson. His parents died in the war right after he was born," she explained. "And then I went to a Muggle school, so I have some Muggle friends back home. They think I'm going to Saint Catherine's Academy for Girls right now. They all saw my grades, so it's not that far of a stretch that I could get into a prestigious school overseas." Rose gave a conspiratorial wink to her new companion.

This was going to be the start of some beautiful revenge.

A/N: So that was chapter one. I love Rose. Also, the title is a reference to the song Rose's Turn from the musical Gypsy, because I'm a theatre dork, and I couldn't pass it up. ^^ Please review. It makes me very happy, and then I might write more.