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Posting fan fiction. I also take requests. Don't forget to be nice, there are enough assholes to go around. Don't be one. Just don't. Juliet, 18.

[dramioneasks]

Hello, I really love Draco's characterisation in The Fallout and Love in a Time of the Zombie Apocalypse. He's redemeed, cold and mysterious but cares for Hermione. The one that makes Hermione questions his true feelings for her (because he doesn't really show it). Can you suggest other fics with similar Draco? Thanks in advance.

Hi! 

I did something similar here

and here are some more:

Find Your Way Back by: Musyc - NC-17, 25 chapters - Draco Malfoy, employed at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Creatures, is assigned to a case that could end the rules and restrictions he’s been required to follow in the fifteen years after the war. All he has to do is deal with one potential ghost. When Hermione Granger gets involved in the case as well, they both discover several other ghosts from their past. Dealing with all of their ghosts, together, will put everything in their futures at risk.

Demolition Lovers By: empathapathique - M, 3 Chapters - Award winning story on LJ! Words didn’t mean anything. Only a man who was absolutely sure of what he wanted—or was far too comfortable where he was—could tell a woman that she was the only woman he’d ever love then run off to bed another. DHr.

Devil’s Deal By: LA DIABLESA - M, 23 Chapters - “So in effect you want me to save the woman who betrayed me and the man she betrayed me with” he scoffed at this notion. “And what Granger, should I expect in return for performing such a selfless and noble deed?” he finished sarcastically. Dramione.

- Jamie

[scoroseislifescoroseislove]

Dracorex

Draco: Guess what?

Hermione: ...

Draco: Granger, guess what?

Hermione: What, Malfoy?

Draco, smugly: Star constellation isn't the only thing I can add to my name.

Hermione: what are you on about?

Draco, shoving a book on dinosaurs at her: DRACOREX!

Hermione: ... great, another thing to make your ego inflate and combust

[scoroseislifescoroseislove]

Draco is so bloody sophisticated, he even has a dinosaur named “after” him… but OMG NOTE "Dragon king of hogwarts...." guys......

[scoroseislifescoroseislove]

Reading smut fanfiction be like...

Me: *reads a cute af fanfic*

Me: *gets to the juicy detailed part*

Me: *crimson blush spreads*

Also, me: *WAILS AND CRIES, SCREAMING,* "THEY'RE DOING IT!"

[scoroseislifescoroseislove]

But imagine...

Person A: You're beautiful.

Person B: what?

Person A: I said YoU'RE A bLOODy FoOL. Get out of my face.

[harrypotterandthegobletofwine]

Confessions Chapter 1: Whisky Confessions

*UPDATE* (21 September): You many have seen this floating around already as a one-shot, but the audience has spoken and it’s being adapted to a longer story. Enjoy!

It was the evening of Rose and Scorpius’s engagement party. Both Draco and Scorpius wanted to make a very public declaration that the pureblood Malfoy line was coming to an end by hosting the party at Malfoy Manor. Ron and Hermione were a bit hesitant with the venue choice. The last time the two of them were at Draco’s home, it was being used as Death Eaters headquarters and the events that transpired had terrible, traumatic effect on everyone. But as Minister for Magic, Hermione decided that allowing The Malfoys to host this event was a way to show that prejudices against muggles, Muggleborns, and half-bloods were becoming a thing of the past. Ron did not share Hermione’s tact for diplomacy and was still a bit salty that his only daughter was going to become a Malfoy, despite how much he actually liked Scorpius.

The guests had started to arrive. Draco, Ron, Rose, and Scorpius were welcoming everyone when Rose realized her mother was missing. “Draco. Dad. Have either of you seen Mum?”

“No sweetheart,” Ron told his daughter but was whisked away into a conversation before he could say anything else.

“I’ll look for her. The two of you just stay and entertain your guests.” Draco had a sneaking suspicion where she might be and sets toward the old dungeon entrance. There she was standing in front of the stairs that lead down to where her friends were kept while she was tortured.

“Granger. I mean, Hermione.” She looks up and the pallor on her face says it all. Draco’s heart sinks knowing that being in his home is causing her such distress.

“I just can’t be in the Great Room just yet.  It’s just. It’s just…” Her voice trails off and his mind flashbacks to visions of his aunt using the Cruciatus curse repeatedly on her in that room. Her screams of agony still haunt his nightmares.

“I know being here is hard. I think about it all the time. There is so much I regret about that day.” He meets her eyes and tries to show her sincerity. She tries to force a smile, but she is still a bit rattled. “You know, everything is locked up down there. All my family’s dark artifacts, all locked under glass and the door is sealed by blood magic. If I am ever tempted to even look at those items, I have to cause myself physical harm. I’ve only been in there twice. After Astoria died to put away all my alchemical research and then to retrieve the time-turner.” He then shows her the scars on his hand.

“Why do you have scars? Didn’t you use dittany?” She asks puzzled, yet somewhat relieved knowing that this part of his family’s past is locked away from Draco’s present and Scorpius and Rose’s future.

“I wanted to be able to see the reminder.” Now his own complexion is changing and he looks full of shame. As far as the rest of his appearance, Draco cut his hair, which thankfully the platinum blonde hair easily hides the grays, and shaved off his beard for the occasion—attempts to regain some sense of his youth. The reality his son was already engaged to be married made him feel a bit old. Though he has grown in age, his sense of style was timeless. He wore a well-fitted suit with a fingertip long jacket, green brocade waistcoat, and ascot. Time had been good to him and he managed not to stay lean despite recently turning 50. Before him, Hermione was also revealing a bit of her age. Though still beautiful, the stressors of her job were beginning to take a toll. She has developed soft frown lines and a streak of gray that ran from her hairline and was swept into an updo. A few years ago, Hermione developed a terrible sweet tooth that caused her figure to fill out. Thankfully, she discovered yoga and meditation to help her deal with her job, which also resulted in her being in the best shape she’s been in for years. For the occasion, she was wearing a beautiful, high-collared, red velvet overcoat with a train. It is embellished with gold embroidery and the coat fastens with a half-zip at the bodice, over a simple champagne satin, floor-length, a-line dress.

Draco starts, “How is it that we haven’t been to school in over thirty years and we are still wearing house colors?”

Hermione looks down at herself and begins to laugh. “At this point, I think it’s more subliminal than anything else.”

“Would you like a drink to help calm your nerves before heading out to the party?”

“Yes. I think that would help.”

“Jollie?” A sweet looking house elf in a miniature version of a black maid’s uniform complete with white frilly collar and white apron appears.

“Yes, Master Draco?”

“Can you please bring me and Minister Granger a bottle of champagne?”

“Stronger.”

“Really? Okay, please get the Glenglassaugh 55 year single malt and bring it to the library. Also, please tell Rose and Scorpius where we are and that the Minister just needed a moment.”

“Right away, sir.”

“Well, she is quite the well-dressed house elf.”

“And well compensated, I might add. Trying to correct my family’s misfortunes with the household staff.” Another bad memory pops into Hermione’s head; Dobby’s lifeless body struck down by Bellatrix’s dagger. Hopefully, something to drink will suppress the old memories.

He escorts her into the library and they take a seat on one of the large sofas facing the fireplace. “Are you cold?” He asks.

“A bit.” He shoots a fireball into the fireplace and it instantly warms up the room. Suddenly there is a loud pop and Jollie has returned with the rare Scotch whisky. “Thank you, Jollie. What did the kids say?” Hermione smiles at the fact Draco refers to them as “kids.”

“They said for the minister to take her time and they were handling all the guests.” The cheerful servant reported.

“Thank you, Jollie. You may now return to your duties at the party.” He begins pouring drinks for the two of them, served neat. He hands Hermione a glass. “Cheers.”

Before she takes a sip of the red mahogany liquid, she breathes it in and smells layers or figs and apricot and hints of blackberry, maybe even a little Belgian chocolate and intriguing hints of roast coffee. When it finally touches her lips, it’s mellow yet full-bodied. The whisky is rich, complex—fruity, herbaceous, and peppery. This was rare and special, almost too special to just help someone calm their nerves. “Draco. This is incredible. Where did you find it?”

“At £1000 a bottle, it better be incredible. A small distillery in Portsoy. It was dormant for almost twenty years and when it came back into operation, they found hidden barrels. They also use Tennessee barrels for their newer whiskies to add some bourbon nuances with scotch whisky.” Though a lot of his ideals have changed, he still has an air of snobbishness.

“You cannot put a price on good Scotch. It’s worth every exchanged galleon, knut, and sickle. Ron and I went to the Highlands last month for a weekend to visit some distilleries. The sod didn’t even appreciate it. Said all whisky tastes the same.” She scoffs thoroughly irritated at her husband. Draco smiles brightly. “And thank you. This is helping.”

“Well the next time Weasley passes up going on a distillery tour, I’ll join you. Collecting rare whisky has become a hobby of mine. I dare say it’s a much better hobby thanks collecting dark artifacts.”

“I would agree with you, but I think your liver would beg to differ. Then again, my liver isn’t that well off either.” They share a laugh and the tension is easing.

“Hermione. We’ve been friendly since the whole ordeal with the time-turner. But there is something I wanted to talk to you about, but have never had the chance.”

“Draco, you can say it. We are friends. Now, what is this you want to tell me?” She’s caught between the calm from the drink and the intrigue caused by the growing tension on his face.

He likes the sound of the word “friends” coming from her lips. He summons all the courage he can, takes a big swig of his drink and begins to release the weight of almost forty years of silence. “I’ve never apologized to you. To just you. I never apologized for how horrible I was to you in school.”

“Draco, that was ages ago. Yes you were a miserable git, bully, and entirely misguided, but that was thirty years ago. Did it hurt my feelings, yes, but we move on.”

“No Hermione. You cannot brush it off like that until I tell you everything.” He refills their glasses and takes another big gulp. Her eyes are wide and full of confusion. “I lived my entire youth in fear. Fear of disappointing my parents. Fear of what others thought about me. Fear of not living up to my duties. Fear of being true to myself. I was a bully, I berated you, and stood by when your life was threatened because I was scared.”

“Where is this going Draco?” She is slipping off her coat and begins fanning herself.

“Is the fire too hot?” He asks but is caught off guard when he sees her in the champagne satin gown. Though she was officially middle-aged now, she had taken care to maintain her figure.

“No, just the whisky. Go on. What are you trying to tell me?” She’s afraid to admit they were hot flashes. She too does not like to admit that she is getting older.

No more stalling, he thinks to himself. “I was a terrible ass to you because if I said it out loud, maybe I would believe it. Maybe I would believe muggleborns were the lowest of the low, like my father said, but you weren’t. You aren’t. What I’m trying to say is that you are the reason my father give Ginny The Dark Lord’s journal.” She is trying to put all these puzzle pieces together, but the drinks have made things a little fuzzy. “When I came home after my first year, my father deciphered my annoyance toward a brilliant muggleborn girl, who was the only student who had higher marks than me, was actually the only way eleven-year-old boys knew how to express they fancy someone.”

Her mouth has dropped open. “I’m sorry?” She says with a completely confused voice.

“My father wanted to show me that muggleborns had no place in our world. He didn’t admit to me the true reason for his involvement with the Chamber of Secrets until he was on his deathbed. He said he would rather have seen an entire school of mudbloods die, his words, not mine, than have his son think it’s okay to mix blood. I tried so hard to not pay you any mind, and I had myself convinced, until the Yule Ball. I couldn’t come up with a single reason to hate you at that moment. Ugh. I can’t do this.” He puts his head down and is staring at his glass. He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, a nervous habit he’s had since he was young.

“Draco. What are you trying to tell me?”

One more sip then spit it out, he thinks to himself. “I was an ass to you because I liked you and I hated myself for it. I struggled with everything going on in my head. I almost mustered enough courage to save you, Harry, and Ron from this house, but I failed. What I’m trying to get to is, will you forgive the completely hateful, arrogant, cowardly boy who caused you so much trauma and heartache?”

The whisky must be getting to him because his words were becoming incoherent, then again, it was getting to her, too. “I forgave that boy when I realized he grew into the man before me who raised a boy as wonderful as Scorpius.”

The two of them lean close together and look as they are about to kiss, but he pulls away. He knows the alcohol is doing all the talking now. “Astoria was my once in a lifetime love. She’s the one who helped me find my courage and become the man I am today. After she passed, I never thought I could ever look at anyone else. But when I fought alongside you in that church, I became that schoolboy who couldn’t have what he wanted, again. I’m telling you this without hope or agenda. My wasted heart will spend the rest of my life loving the woman who saved me and the woman who was never meant to be mine.”

She is moved by his words, puts a hand on his cheek, and leans in to give him a single kiss. He then puts his hand on hers and their foreheads are touching. “That will be enough.” He says to her. “Are you ready to celebrate our children? Let them have the romance that I was denied.”

“We were denied,” she corrects him and his eyes meet hers as she was about to make her own confession, “I also thought about you that first year. Of course in the very innocent way eleven and twelve-year-olds do, but the way you treated me just broke my heart. But, you’re right. We were never meant to be, but this, this will be our one moment. I will cherish it.”

He kisses her once more and they stand up. He takes something out of his pocket, throws it into the fire and says, “Incendio.”

“What was that?”

“I had a question that I didn’t know if I wanted the answer to, but you answered it for me.”

“Was that the time-turner?”

“Yes. I should have destroyed it years ago but I wasn’t ready to, until this moment. Are you ready, Minister?” He has her coat out and she slips her arms into the sleeves.

“I think I am. One more drink for the road?”

“You sure you can handle it? You’ve already had two.”

“Draco, I’m about to walk into a room full of Ministry kiss-ups, elitist purebloods-including your ex-girlfriend, my husband, all our friends, after snogging my daughter’s fiancé’s father. Yeah. I need another drink.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call that snogging. That was more like pity kissing.”

“It wasn’t pitiful! It was reserved and right for the moment.”

He locked the door, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her long and hard. Her chest was pounding and they were out of breath. “Now you can say I snogged you.”

“Draco?”

“Yes?” He was still holding her. He knew he pushed his luck with that and was a little astounded she didn’t slap him but was still hopeful.

“We should go join the party now. I’ll still take the drink, but I think I owe you a new bottle. I guess we will have to go to Scotland and get you one.”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying but I’m feeling something.” He held back from kissing her and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Then let’s join the party and we can talk when you do know.” He held her face in his hands. It took almost forty years for him to get to this point. He never thought he had a chance. If there was something, patience was something he had plenty of. She didn’t have much lipstick left on her face as most of it ended up kissed on her glass. “How does my face look? Did you get any lipstick on me?”

“A little.” She wipes it off of him. He lets go of her and grabs their glasses and hands Hermione’s glass to her.

He presents his arm and she takes it. They leave the library and their children are walking toward them. From down the hall, it was as if they were looking back in time. Scorpius looks so much like Draco and Rose like Hermione.

“Mum, are you okay?” Rose says to Hermione.

“Yes, yes. Just a bit of anxiety. Had a few drinks with Draco.”

“Dad, is Hermione drunk?” Scorpius whispers to his father.

“No. Just enjoyed some whisky and some long overdue conversation,” Draco tells his son with a bit of smugness, but this tone utterly baffles his son.

“So are you ready to join the party? Dad and Uncle Harry are looking for you,” says Rose.

“Yes, we are right behind you. Just let us take our time walking. I want to enjoy the last of my drink before entering the lion’s den.” Hermione said to Rose.

“Okay, I’ll tell everyone you’re on your way,” Rose said looking a little bit disapprovingly at her mother. “Come on, Scorpius.”

“She is so much like you.”

“At times, yes, and painfully so.” They take the last few sips and place the glasses down on the nearest table. They are nearing the crowd and they can see her family.

“Ready?” He asks her.

“Don’t let me go until we are with my family.”

“Are you sure?”

“As far as they all know, we are in-laws supporting our children.”

“Okay,” he says to her, “I didn’t say this yet, but you look beautiful tonight.” It is something he has been waiting a lifetime to tell her.

“Thank you. You also look very handsome. Also the fact you don’t haven’t let yourself go like my husband makes you even more attractive. You know, I haven’t had sex in over a year.”

“Minister Granger, you’re making me blush. But, try ten years.” They both are laughing when they walk up to her family and their children.

“What’s so funny?” Ron says to the two of them.

Hermione reluctantly let’s go of Draco’s arm and takes Ron’s. “Oh just that Draco and I have already drunk £500 worth of whisky already.”

“I just don’t get whisky. What’s wrong with a pint?”

“Weasley, you need to learn to appreciate how beautifully complex whisky becomes with age. It needs to be savored and enjoyed, after being treated with longing and patience.”

“Nah mate, I’ll just take an ale.” Ron is completely clueless that Draco took a jab at him. It was not missed on Hermione. Her other hand brushes Draco’s hand and their pinkies lock.

They both think to themselves, was the stolen moment in the library the first and last time, or did it unlock something deeper?

[firelord-hotman]

Honestly this is Scorose 100% of the time. Poor Albus. 

[every-fandom-scythemeister]

I’m going to pretend this makes it canon

[scoroseislifescoroseislove]

Scorpius: you look pretty

Rose: what?

Scorpius: I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY GOODNIGHT WEASLEY

[red-lipped-lips]

Headcanon that scorpius malfoy sees generations of malfoy portraits and hears stories about them and vows to never gel his hair, and in fact make it as messy as possible

Headcanon that scorpius makes three great friends, a rebel, a bookworm, a follower, and all of them pranksters

Headcanon that when scorpius first sees rose weasley on the platform when they’re eleven he falls head over heels

Headcanon that the first time he asks rose to hogsmeade McGonagall gasps and no one knows why

Headcanon that rose and scorpious are head boy and girl and slowly fall in love as rose realized he isn’t an arrogant bullying toerag

Headcanon that at their wedding McGonagall stands and tells the story of how for the second time she watched a redhead named after a flower come around to a messy haired prankster

Jily Scorose parallels just kill me now

[hp-headcanon]

318. When Rose came of dating age, her father told her he didn’t care who she brought home; half-blood, pure blood, muggle, it didn’t matter. “Just don’t bring home a Malfoy,” he said. So, naturally, she brought home Scorpius.

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The Lovely Truth (Scorose Fanfic) Chapter 2- Hate

Chapter 1

"Gah!" Rose stormed into the common room and drew her arms up in defeat. Her face was flaming red, rivalling with her her. She plopped herself down onto the couch angrily. " I hate him!"

Albus let out a small chuckle. He knew who she was talking about. After seven long years having both of his best friends as their mortal enemies he should be used to all the bickering and the arguments between the two. He looked at his cousin and wondered if she could ever be with Scorpius. Two years ago his best friend finally confided in Albus and admitted to being in love with Rose. At first, he was mad, both of them were his best friends, and one of them was also his family after all. But he knew Scorp was a good guy, despite the arrogant facade he put up when he was around anyone other than Albus.

"What did he do this time?" He asked Rose. She let out a long sigh before sprawling herself across the common room couch. Despite the fact, Albus was a Slytherin he spent most of his time in the Gryffindor's common room. No one minded.

"What hasn't that twat done? I swear I will cut his guts out and feed it to one of Hagrid's pets."

"That bad?" Albus asked, trying to keep himself from laughing. " Which pet were you thinking specifically? I got to warn the poor dude."

"Fluffy," she said without a trace of hesitation. "He bloody sabotaged my potion, Albus! It's our last year, and he's deliberately trying to ruin my future!" she exclaimed and burrowed her head into one of the cushions.

"How did he sabotage it?" In all honesty, Albus felt bad for Rose at times like these. Scorpius, if he wanted, could be a right bastard at times and his pranks can get too far.

"Don't ask. He put one of my uncle's famous explosives. I ended up with a blown up Veritaserum all over my robes," she paused and looked up at Albus who was now brightly red and trying not to laugh. "Stop laughing you arsehole!" she punched him in the arm. "It's not funny!" At that moment the door to the common room opened and in strode none other than Scorpius Malfoy. His usual smirk in place.

"Weasley," he nodded to Rose. "Alright mate?" he asked Albus.

"I think you better run, she's planning on feeding you to Fluffy," Albus laughed. Scorpius took a seat on the floor and leant against the couch. He seemed to have a thoughtful expression on his face. "Fluffy likes music, right?" he asked after giving it a thought.

Rose grunted and got up from the couch. She pulled her wild curls into a tight bun and began to make her way to her room. "I'll see you tomorrow, Al."

"Weasley!" Scorpius screamed after her, but she flipped him off in response. Looks like he will be getting the silent treatment. Albus wasn't surprised at the scene before him. He cast a glance at Scorpius but was greeted with a sad expression that gazed longingly after his cousin.

"Maybe ease up a bit?" Albus suggested after a while. He knew how Scorpius felt and hated seeing him upset. "You could be friends, you know."

"Al, you know it wouldn't work," Scorpius let out a sigh of defeat. "She hates my guts." Albus watched as Scorpius tapped his fingers against the concrete floor.

"Well if you keep blowing up her potions, you're hardly giving her a chance not to hate you," Albus shrugged. "Besides, it's your last year here, and you might never see her again after." Scorpius looked at Albus abruptly, a worried expression etching itself onto his face. "What do you think I should do?" the blonde asked.

"It's simple. Just be nice, be her friend and see where it takes you. Like I said, it's your last year, and I'm sure you will regret it if you don't take the chance," Albus said, getting up and dusting himself off. "C'mon, we should head back to our dorms."

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Rose woke up in a sour mood. Sour doesn't cut it. She was still furious at Malfoy for what he'd done to her yesterday. Her nightmares revolved around her not passing her exams which were just around the corner. All of her years spent relentlessly working on her studies in the library until midnight, all of the effort and sweat put into every single essay cast her way would be for nothing. She simply couldn't let that happen.

"Hey Alice," she greeted her best friend as she stepped into the common room. "You ready to head down to breakfast?"

"In a second," she said, plopping herself down onto one of the chairs. She gestured for Rose to do the same and she obliged. "I heard about what happened yesterday."

"Ugh, don't even remind me," Rose leant back against the couch, "I wish I could just forget the whole thing. Not only was it utterly embarrassing, but it also had an enormous impact on my grade. Slughorn didn't want to hear none of it."

"That's bollocks!" Alice exclaimed angrily, upset on her best friends' part. "What are you going to do?"

"Honestly?" Alice nodded. "I don't know," said Rose. "I don't think revenge is on the table. I'm not in with year anymore, and I absolutely cannot risk my future for some stupid prank of sorts just to get that arsehole back.."

Alice thought for a moment. Rose could see the wheels turning in Alice's head and was hopeful that she could come up with a decent enough solution. "You could ignore him," she said. When Rose didn't say anything she continued, "If you ignore him, he won't get a reaction out of you, which, I'm sure, is the reason he does things like this in the first place."

"You're right," Rose nodded. "That could work!" She smiled happily, letting excitement bubble up inside of her. She quickly thanked her friend and gave her a hug before making their way to breakfast in The Great Hall.

As it was still pretty early, there were hardly any students. "I'll go say hi to Al. You want to come?"

"Sure," Alice smiled with mischief in her eyes. Rose knew she has a massive crush on Albus. It has been going on for years, and she knew for a fact that Albus reciprocated the feeling. They were just too chicken to do anything about it.

As they made their way to the Slytherin's table, she didn't dare to look at Malfoy. "Hey Al," she leant down to hug him from the back, wrapping her hands around his torso and placing her head on top of his. If anyone didn't know they were family, they would've thought they were a couple.

"Hey Rosie," Al smiled up at his cousin. "Want to join-"

"Don't I get a Hello, Weasley?" Everyone looked towards Scorpius but Rose, who was still looking down at her cousin. "What were you saying Al?"

"Um... I was going to ask if you wanted to join.. us?" he asked, nervously glancing between her and his best friend. She looked down at Albus and shook her head no.

"We better go now," she said, ruffling his hair before bending down to place a kiss on his cheek. His hair was usually a mess, but they were incredibly soft to the touch. Rose always laughed at Albus's annoyed expression and today wasn't an exception.

After Albus let out a hearty 'goodbye' and a 'see you soon', both Rose and Alice made their way to their usual places. "That was intense," Alice whispered, as she sat down across from Rose. "Tell me about it,"Rose agreed.

"I mean, I was watching from the sidelines, and all I can say is that he looked pissed as fuck", her best friend laughed. Rose knew she lived for the drama. She wasn't a gossip of any sorts, but she loved it when shit went down, so to speak.

"I don't see a reason as to why he should be the one that's pissed."

"Well, I don't know," Alice shrugged. "But he was. Aaaaand he's coming over right now!" Rose made sure her expression was stone called and unreadable as she made small talk with Alice. Scorpius tapped her shoulder. Again. And again. Rose mustered as much strength as she could not to turn around and scream her face off and break his arms.

"Weasley," Scorpius said, as he placed himself facing her, his legs on either side of the bench seat. "Weasley," he tried again, before letting out a long sigh. "Look, Weasley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that yesterday; I went too far."

Rose made her face neutral. She looked at Alice and said, "So, there's a ball coming up, right?" When Alice nodded, she continued, "Who are you planning to go with?"

By that time Scorpius was beyond furious. He got up and stormed off leaving a smirking Rose and a flabbergasted Alice behind. After a while, Rose said, "I think your plan has worked out pretty well."

"Well, I believe so, too," Alice smiled and raised her cup as if to drink to the small victory. After they clinked their cups together. They made their way to their lessons.

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By the time the afternoon rolled around and Rose was finished with the lessons for today, she made her way to drop off her books in the room before heading down to the library to meet with her younger brother Hugo. She agreed to help him with some of his homework.

She stepped infant of the Fat Lady and muttered the password quickly. The first thing she noticed was the two Slytherin boys she knew all too well. She smiled at Albus but stopped herself from looking at Malfoy for the hundredth time that day. She walked past them into her dorm, quickly got changed before heading out again.

"I'll see you later, Al, " she crouched down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Where you going?" he asked.

"Library. Hugo needs some help with his homework. I may not be back for a while, so I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she turned on her heel and made her way out of the Gryffindor dorms.

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Albus was extremely uncomfortable with this situation, to say the least. He wasn't sure where Rose's new attitude stemmed from, but it sure had to end. "You okay, mate?"

"Yeah," Scorpius replied. Albus knew all too well that he was lying. Despite Scorpius's perfected poker face, he could see right through it. "No, you're not," Albus said, gently kicking his mate's foot with his own.

"You're right. I'm not," Scorpius muttered, his voice led with hurt." I just... In all the years that I've known her, never had I ever received this treatment from her. It's like I'm air."

"Maybe it's better this way?" Albus asked, unsure of what to say. Truth be told he never had to deal with this kind of situation. Before all, they used to do was bicker at and about each other to him but now he wasn't entirely sure on how to proceed or what to suggest.

Scorpius scoffed. "Better for who?" he hissed.

They sat there in silence, both of them unsure of what to say.

"They've been talking about the Halloween ball that's coming up," Scorpius said but when he saw the confused expression on his friend's face he elaborated, "This morning. When I went over there to apologise, Rose brought up the topic of the ball."

"Oh. Right." Albus tried not to feel jealous at the thought of Alice with anyone else. Needless to say, he failed miserably at it. So now, both of them sat in a common room that wasn't even really theirs, thinking about the ones that weren't theirs either.

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Helping Hugo with his homework went relatively smoothly. There were a few mishaps but nothing she couldn't handle. Hugo left a few minutes back, but Rose had just finished packing everything up and placing all the books back. She heard someone clear their throat and turned around.

"Hi Rosie," Charlie, her friend from Potions class, said. " Do you need any help?"

Rose cast a brief look at the now empty table, before saying, "Nope. Looks like I'm all done," she smiled brightly at him. "Thanks, Charlie."

"No problem," he shrugged. Rose wondered for a minute what it is with guys and the constant shrugging. Surely their shoulders must be aching. "Hey, do you, um...," he begun, scratching his neck nervously. "Doyouhaveadatetotheballyet?" he rushed the words out.

Rose let out a laugh, "Sorry Charlie. You're going to have to say that again. I didn't catch any of that." She nodded for him to continue, smiling at him reassuringly.

"Do you... um... have a date?" he asked, "to the Halloween ball, I mean?"

Rose looked at him in awe. Never had she thought of Charlie as anyone but her classmate. A boy with whom she hardly ever spoke, let alone thought of dating. She thought about all the reasons she should take the offer; he was smart and funny, and she was sure he was a lovely person. Rose hadn't managed to come up with a reason not to say yes.

She grinned wildly at him and pulled him in for a hug, her wild red curls sprawling everywhere. " I would love to, Charlie," she said, kissing him on the cheek before letting go. Charlie grinned back and said, "Great! I guess we'll arrange the details later on."

"Sure! The ball's not for another couple of weeks so there's still time yet," she mused. Rose picked up her bag, signing it over her shoulder. "I guess I'll see you around?"

"I suppose so," Charlie replied happily. Rose turned to head out of the library but not before she heard a loud 'Yessss', which she was sure she wasn't meant to catch. She chuckled and headed back to her dorms.

For the first time in a very long time, her mind was on a certain brunette with chocolate brown eyes and not on the stormy-grey orbs with dirty blonde hair to match.

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The lovely truth- Scorose fanfic Chapter 1- Platform 9 3/4

The platform was already crowded with parents and students when Rose and her family stepped through the brick barrier at the Muggle station. Everywhere she looked she saw heaps of trunks, caged owls and rats, as well as girls and boys her age looking panicked. She stared at all the people around her and immediately drew herself towards her mum.

"Rose!" She heard someone scream her name, her eyes scanning for the source of the voice. "Rose! Over here!" She locked eyes with her cousin, Albus, who, like her, was on his way for the first year at Hogwarts. He ran to her, pulling her in for a tight hug. Rose's uncle and aunt smiled down brightly at her, and Uncle Harry said, "Well the day is here. Are you nervous?"

"I am," Rose admitted, shyly. How could she not be? Rose was the daughter of two most famous war heroes. She was scared that she would never live up to their expectations; especially her mum's who was "the brightest witch of her age". At the thought, the little witch looked up at her mum. If she were honest with herself, she would miss her dearly, especially the usual bickering between her and dad that usually happened over breakfast.

"Well, Rosie, you best be getting onto the train," her mum said, placing her slender hands onto Rose's shoulder. "Ron, come say goodbye," she gestured for dad to bid Rose goodbye but just as she was about to be embraced by him, her eyes met a grey-eyed boy. He stood next to his father, at least Rose assumed it was his father since the resemblance was striking, and a beautiful woman. Apart from the boy, the two looked uncomfortable; they kept glancing around nervously.

"Speak of the devil," said Uncle Harry, nodding towards the kid and his parents." Draco!" he called out. The father of the boy nodded towards Harry in acknowledgement and decided to make his way towards us, the woman and the boy right behind him. Rose recognised the name immediately and peaked at the boy again. "Big day, eh?"

"You have no idea," said Draco. "I want you to meet my son, Scorpius," he gestured down to the boy, smiling down at him proudly. "His first day today."

"Nice to meet you Scorpius," everyone said in unison. "This is Rose and Albus; the rest are home. Of course, you remember Hermione, Ron and Ginny."

"There's more?" Draco asked, biting back a smile. Rose noticed that his eyes travelled towards her mum, Hermione, but flickered back to Harry just as quickly. She was the only one that noticed but bit back from saying anything as to avoid causing a scene. "You Weasley's always knew how to breed," Draco let out a laugh. It wasn't a mean one by any means which surprised Rose.

The giant clock read nearly eleven which indicated that it was time to get onto the train. Rose and Albus hugged their parents and said their goodbyes before making their way onto the train in pursuit of a free compartment. After searching for what felt like hours, they finally found one and decided on settling themselves in it. They sat down by the window and waved to their parents just before the train came to live and begun to move, leaving the station behind.

Both Rose and Albus turned their heads when they heard someone slide the door open. Rose recognised the boy straight away. It was Scorpius. "Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." Rose nodded in agreement, as did Albus after a moment of hesitation. She wasn't surprised. They both grew up around morbid stories told by their parents about the war, Voldemort and Death Eaters, one of which was Draco Malfoy. If Rose thought about it, she was surprised to see how civil uncle Harry was towards his childhood enemy.

"I'm Rose," she said after the boy sat in the far corner from them. She extended her hand, but Scorpius didn't bother to return the gesture. "I know," was all he replied. They sat there, letting the minuted tick by in an awkward and uncomfortable silence.

"What house are you hoping to get into?" Albus asked, briefly glancing at Scorpius but the question targeted Rose only.

"Well, honestly, either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Although I'm not too worried if I get into Hufflepuff or Slytherin, either," she shrugged her shoulders. Albus stared at her, mouth agape. "What?" she asked, seeing his expression.

"Slytherin?" he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief. "You wouldn't mind being in Slytherin?" This caught Scorpius's attention. He wanted to see the girl's reaction. Everyone he knew loathed Slytherin. He hadn't expected the daughter of the war hero not to mind being in a house where most of the Death Eaters emerged from.

"Honestly Albus, if I didn't know any better I would think you're a judgemental arse," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "The Sorting hat's best interest is to put you in a house that will put your strengths and abilities to the best of your advantage. If that'd be Slytherin, " she emphasised the house's name, " then so be it. "

Albus stared at her in awe, as did Scorpius. Rose, on the other hand, felt like strangling Albus with her bare hands. Yes, she wasn't a number one fan of the house, but that did not mean she was entitled to be horrible about it either. Some of the greatest wizards were originally in Slytherin, one of them was Voldemort. Yes, he was horrendous and what he did was unforgivable, but he was a powerful and an extremely skilled wizard, none the less. After that none of them said anything.

"I'm sorry Rosie," Albus whispered softly after a while of sitting in silence. He placed a hand on her knee and squeezed it gently. "I guess I'm just scared. I don't want to disappoint dad."

Rose felt her gaze soften immediately as she pulled her cousin into a tight embrace. She loved him with every fibre of her being; he made her angry most of the time, but she couldn't imagine a life without Albus. "You'll be okay; I promise," she whispered into his ear and pulled away. He smiled gratefully and turned his attention to Scorpius who was watching them with curious eyes.

"I guess we haven't met yet, I'm Albus," he said, casting a bright smile at the blonde boy. It was like everything was forgotten and they all silently agreed on a clean slate. They chatted for hours, most of which were infused with Scorpius teasing her relentlessly at every turn. Not to mention calling her hair a 'bird's nest caught on fire'. By the end of it, she was as red as a tomato thanks to her anger and annoyance aimed at Scorpius. She was flooded with relief when the train pulled into a gentle stop in the Hogsmeade station.

"Melin! We're here!" Rose squealed in excitement. She restrained herself from not jumping up and down; she didn't need to hand Scorpius any more ammo to fire at her. Albus smiled and slung his arm over her shoulders as they made their way off of the train, Scorpius in tow. " It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Calm down, Weasley, we're only at a station in a small village," Scorpius cast a smirk her way, and she huffed in response. Despite the fact that she felt like the three of them, mostly Albus and Scorpius, had bonded tremendously in the past couple of hours, she knew that Malfoy and she would not get along. They got onto the carriages and were taken the right to the castle.

Rose was in a constant state of shock, mixed with bewilderment. She tried to capture as much of the beauty as she could, following the paintings that came to life and were greeting them at every turn, the candles that were floating up above her head. There was so much to take in that she had no idea in which direction she should turn her head.

"Now, I'd like everyone apart from our newcomers to take a seat." Everyone turned their head to find an older woman, wearing a pointy hat and emerald green robes, ushering the students to take their places. The first years, including Rose, Scorpius and Albus, stood at the very front of the Great Hall. Minerva McGonagall took Professor Dumbledore's place in becoming the Headmistress at Hogwarts School of Wizardry after the war has ended. She carried herself with the confidence of many, and immediately evoked respect in everyone she encountered.

"Before we go into sorting, I'd like to welcome the new students to our school," she regarded the crowd of pupils before her. "For the next eight years of your life, this will be your home. You will encounter both happy and sad moments, failure and success, heartbreak and love, but," she glanced at each student carefully, "the biggest lesson that you will learn at this school will be finding who you are, both as a witch or a wizard, but also as a person. I wish you the best of luck." With that, she turned on her heels and sat at the front of the table. She nodded her head towards a man holding a pointy hat. "Let the ceremony begin," she smiled.

The man with the scratched brown leather hat stepped forward. He took out a parchment and began to call out names. Rose glanced around, seeing the nervous look on everyone's faces. Albus stood next to her. She felt him draw closer to her side, taking her hand in his. Rose knew how scared Albus was, so she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "It'll be okay. Just breathe," she whispered and gave his hand another squeeze.

For the next couple of minutes, every student in the room was listening intently to the man reading out the names, hoping and dreading being called out.

"Filly Lindar!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat roared.

"Tracy Mundrough"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Alice Longbottom!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Rose Weasley!" Rose felt her face pale. She swallowed the ball of nerves that formed in her throat. She felt Albus giving her a gentle push forward. Making her way to the front, she noticed all the teacher's eyes following her moves intently. Rose knew what being in the centre of unwanted attention felt like but at a moment like this; it was utterly unnerving. Sitting down on a chair right at the centre, she faced everyone in The Great Hall. She sought out Albus, and he gave her a reassuring smile when their gaze met. Scorpius was next to him, staring intently at her as if he was waiting in anticipation for what was about to happen next. She felt her cheeks heat up when the hat was placed on her head.

She felt it poking in her brain, piecing the puzzles together. The hat was murmuring to itself, trying to decipher where she would fit in perfectly. "Brave like your mother," it muttered, "smart like a Ravenclaw with the heart of a Hufflepuff.." Rose shut her eyes and will herself to relax. She knew wherever she'd end up would be the right place in the long run. The hat was silenced.

"Gryffindor!" it shouted, and everyone erupted into cheers and applause. Rose felt her cheeks heat up even more as she let out a sigh of relief before making her way to the Gryffindor table. A couple more people were called out before her cousin was called out.

"Albus Potter!" The noise in the hall had come to a complete halt. Everyone was at the edge of their seats, trying to see where the son of the Boy Who Lived will be placed. Rose watched him make his way to the front, his face five shades paler than usual. Albus sat down in the chair Rose had just a couple of minutes ago and gripped the handles until his knuckles turned visibly white. He sat there with his eyes tightly shut, while the hall fell into a grave silence. This time, there was no whispers, no snickers or comments, just pure silence.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Silence. No one dared say a word. The son of the man who defeated Voldemort was placed in one of the most despised houses of all time. Albus looked even paler than before, his eyes wide and filled with fright. McGonnagal cleared her throat and said, "Mr Potter, make your way to your table, please." And so he did. Soon enough everyone went back to their regular conversations, but the shock was still hanging in the air.

"Scorpius Malfoy!" Rose perked up, watching the grey-eyed boy make his way to the front. You wouldn't believe he was nervous or doubtful at all by the way he carried himself in long, elegant strides. He gracefully sat down and caught Rose's gaze, letting a smirk etch itself onto his face. Rose felt a pang of jealousy at how easy he made it all seem. She wished she could wipe that confident expression right off of his face. The hat barely touched his head before it stated, "SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table erupted into cheers and noises of approval. Rose cast a glance at Albus, seeing that he was happy that he knew at least one person. She watched him immediately spark up a conversation with Scorpius and felt herself smile. As much as she began to dislike the blonde, she knew he was in the right place, whether he believed it or not.

A/N- Also available on Wattpad, where it’s most likely a lot easier to read and follow. Will be posting here, too. 

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