Sparks of Fyre (a Scorose FanFiction)

Chapter One (Rose)

So, like in my first Scorose fanfiction, the events of this book are not based on Canon. Everything that happened in Cursed Child (other than Albus being in Slytherin) did not happen retrospective to the beginning of this fic! Hope that's okay and that you still enjoy it! Any problems just send me a message :)

"Malfoy!"

The shrill cry echoed along the bustling corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Every student within a ten metre radius turned in astonishment to the culprit.

Rose Granger-Weasley stormed through the crowds. First Years leapt to safety as she passed, while large groups parted to allow her access. Her red hair was a frizzy mess, bouncing in time with her strides and framing her perfectly freckly — and perfectly furious — fair-skinned face.

Up ahead, she spotted the certain Silver Slytherin, as he had been dubbed since his first day at the school. Rose's hand crumpled the charcoal-stained parchment in her left hand and tightened securely around the wand she brandished in her right.

Scorpius Malfoy took one look over his shoulder. Rose could see the mischievous gleam that shone in his eyes when the sight of her rushing towards him greeted them. His thin lips parted as he barked a laugh at her frazzled state.

Rose's fury only grew.

"You little weasel!" she seethed. "Just wait until I get my hands on you!"

Scorpius Malfoy picked up his pace, laughter still spilling from his mouth. His three cronies, by the names of Raphael Kistler, Gorgon Grimaldi and Vritra Bulstrode, smirked at the scene in front of them.

It was a common occurrence, many would say, for Rose Granger-Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy to have a showdown at some point or other during the school week. The two were natural rivals and, from the second they had laid eyes on each other at the Sorting, everyone knew it. They tied for everything, always fighting for first place — Rose liked to remind everyone, faculty included, that she more often than not came out on top in that field. The only skill Rose fell short in was flying, something which Scorpius, in turn, never let her forget.

As the group in front of her began to put a distance between them, Rose readied herself to catch up. Her robes billowed behind her as she broke into a run, picking up speed, wand rising—

A hand caught the neck of her robe, pulling her back. "Oh no, you don't."

Rose rasped as the fabric choked her. She ceased her pursuit, fearing for her lack of air if she were to continue. She spun on her heels, eyes narrowed.

Her cousin stood before her, hands in the pockets of his green-accented robes. His brows were raised apprehensively, as if ready to take whatever verbal bashing she was about to hand to him.

And bash him, she would have. If he weren't her favourite cousin, that is. "Albus! I almost had him!"

Albus shook his head, his shaggy brown hair falling over his eyes. "No, you didn't, Rose. Just like always."

The only other thing that Malfoy beat the Weasley girl at — the one thing she would never, ever admit to anyone — was his ability to tease and play pranks on her.

Rose scowled. How dare her cousin point out that Malfoy, once again, had done her dirty. "Shut up, Al! I had a plan."

Albus cocked his head quizzically. "Oh, you did, did you? Let me guess, you were going to—"