Roses on the Sidewalk {HP}

Chapter 2

AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter is deticated to Whisper for helping me edit some mistakes. Thank you!

Chapter 2

The Sorting 

Well, so much for staying away from the Malfoys this year. 

I started off rather badly, didn't I? I thought, as I twisted a lock of my fiery hair around my index finger.I had never really talked to Scorpius Malfoy- yes,I had lessons with him, but I usually avoided him, and tried to maintain an arms length away from him. Albus didn't really care all that much. He said once that "Scorpius is actually pretty okay, I suppose."

Don't ask me where he got that from. 

He picked some dirt out of his robes and stood up rather angrily. 

"What?" he snapped, his eyes glistening like hot coals. I shook my head, as if to wake my self up from my trance and blinked. 

"Umm, nothing. Nothing," I stood there, since he was blocking the way to the corridor. 

His light eyebrows raised, so they were almost hidden in his hair. "Well, well, you must be a Weasley." He sneered maliciously. This time, I raised an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips.

"Oh yes, and what do we have here? A rat? Oh no, sorry it's just a Malfoy."  We stared at each other through a pregnant silence, shouting wordless insults back and forth.

"Well watch where you're going, or do you not know how to walk?" he drawled annoyingly. He was surprisingly tall; I was usually one of the tallest girls in out form, but he stood over me, sneering. I could feel my face going red, but was determined not to show it.

"Just shut it, Malfoy." I growled, and sidestepped him, marching off in the direction of my compartment. 

"Later, Weasley!" he cried out. I turned around to get a glimpse of his smiling face turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

 Bloody Malfoys.Was that a fight  or just a game to him? I mean what's up with that smile of his? No wonder Dad tells me to keep a distance. I pushed open the compartment door, still cursing the damned encounter under my breath and muttering about the ignorance of most slytherins. 

I turned around to find James, sitting lazily on my seat, his legs extended, taking up a big part of the floor. I scowled at him and sat down beside him angrily.

"Hullo Red!" He always called me Red. Never Rose. Red. "What was that about Slytherunts? I didn't catch it!" he grinned cheerfully. The Scamader twins held up magazines, covering their faces, but they lowered them, so that only their eyes peeped out. The title read "The Quibbler". Huh. I though they stopped publishing that. But Luna did send us some copys occasionally.

Lorcan - I think it was him, at least, and I hoped it was, since I was his best friend for some time when we were smaller so I better know which is which- lowered his magazine and said in a breezy voice: "Those Slytherins are never any good....."

"..only cause trouble." Lysander completed nodding behind his own copy. 

"Oh it's nothing!" I said tiredly. 

"Whatever- you- don't- say!" James sang merrily, sitting and leaning over to me. "But you'll like to hear this, Red. Because you are a girl and girls enjoy gossip." I sighed exasperatedly at James. I have practically lived with him for 14 years yet he still doesn't understand I don't care about gossip.

He must have read my expression because he made a surrendering motion with his hands, both of his palms facing me. "Fine, it isn't gossip. But it's good. It's about.." he beckoned for me to lean in closer. I stared at him for a moment and then leaned in unwillingly. James glanced at something beside my head and whispered something, barely audiable.