My name is Rose Weasley, everyone knows my parents, you know. The best friends of Harry Potter, the boy who lived; the boy who killed our oh beloved Voldermort, know as the golden trio. So everyone was my friend, except one person; Scorpius Malfoy. I hated him until the day he kissed me, but let’s start at the beginning. It all began when my beloved of a potion teacher assigned us as partners. That was fun; we fought, and fought, and fought, well you get the point. But then I started falling for him, how? I have no idea. The last thing the school expected to hear was “Malfoy and Weasley equals Drama.” After that I hated his guts, but also loved them. So what do I have to say for myself? That my boyfriend wasn’t expecting me to say I was in love with a Malfoy.