Scorpius was on a drug. This drug was more addictive than anything muggles could ever hope to invent. This drug was love - it wasn't just a strong infatuation, the target of his affections was a flame-colored hair girl with the most beautiful powder blue eyes he had ever seen. She consumed his every thought since he was thirteen years old in second year. It's true, he had a reputation to uphold, she was a Gryffindor (much to his dislike) and he was a Slytherin. They were born to hate each other, yet he couldn't hate her, anybody but her.
He hated being mean to her, having to call her names with his friends when they all had run-ins, but it had to be done, for she was not only a Gryffindor but a Weasley, a blood-traitor, daughter of a 'Mudblood' - a disgrace to wizarding blood, yet he loved every imperfection about her.
His secret was safe from second until the end of sixth year, it was during a potions class, they were learning about truth serums and brewing Veritaserum - the same veritaserum they had been for the entire month. Scorpius - being talented in Potions just as his Father was - except he actually had passion for the art - added in the last ingredient and gave the last stir, beaming as his potion turned the necessary clear color.
As he turned to inform the Professor he was finished, James Potter swish and flicked his wand, the spell levitating the cauldron - much to Scorpius' dislike - and poured right atop Scorpius' head, Scorpius gasped with surprise as some of the liquid drizzled down his hair and across his lips, as well as all over his clothes. He turned beet red, clenching his fists and throwing a glare at the laughing Potter before pulling his wand out and banishing the potion away.
The Professor passed out a detention as well as banished the cauldron and remainder of the veritaserum on the floor away before releasing the class. Everyone rushed out and Scorpius slowly gather his things, licking his lips and wrinkling his nose as he felt the oddest feeling in his stomach, not like he was going to be sick, just a swooshing motion. He grabbed his bag and headed out into the hall, stopped by Rose Weasley who was standing next to the door, her books clutched her chest and staring at him with the oddest expression.
"Move, Mu-" He began, but struggled to say the word, this raised Rose's curiosity as she stepped forward.
"Mudblood Cur, Scorpius?" She asked, tapping her foot.
"No."
"No?"
"I mean yes."
"Yes?"
"I mean..." He paused, the Veritaserum wanting him to tell her she wasn't a Mudblood cur, wanting him to blurt out so many things he couldn't blurt out.
"I've seen how you look at me, when no one else is looking." She admitted. "How do you feel about me, Scorpius?"
Scorpius' eyes widened. "You- You planned this!"
"Yes, I did ask Jamie to slip you Veritaserum, in the way he did it I wasn't so impressed however."
"Get out of my way!" He shouted, pushing past her and as he moved forward, he felt a rope tangle around his torso, causing him to fall over. He jerked onto his back and glared at the girl as he struggled.
Rose put her wand back into her sleeve and stepped forward. "Scorpius, how do you feel about me?" She asked, this time in a demanding tone.
"I-" He couldn't say it, she would just go have a good laugh and then it'd be all over school Malfoy liked a Weasley, no, he loved a Weasley.
"Scorp."
He glanced up and into her beautiful shining eyes and knew he couldn't deny her anything she asked. "I love you." He whispered. She gave a quick nod and turned on her heel down the corridor.
Scorpius watched her walk away, the ropes falling to the ground and a striking pain in his chest. Now what was he to do? He couldn't think straight as he gathered his bag from the ground and pushed himself to stand up, walking down the corridor she had just disappeared into, as he turned a corner, he saw Rose standing against the wall, smiling at him.
"Wha-" He began but was interrupted by her lips pressing to his. He stood still, shocked by what she was doing, he didn't understand, he had just told her he loved her and she just walked away, and now she was kissing him? She pulled away, a grin planted on her face.
"I love you too." She whispered against his lips.
"But- you just- you walked-"
"Oh, Scorpius, the Professor was just through the door, do you think I'm going to get a detention for snogging you in front of him?" She asked, chuckling.
Scorpius blinked, watching her face as she laughed just merely an inch from his lips. "Rose..."
"Shh. Now come on, I'm famished, plus we need to discuss you coming to my house for Christmas." She muttered, thrusting her books into his hand and grasping the free one into hers, intertwining their fingers and then pulling him down the corridor towards the Great Hall.
Scorpius held the books and followed her like the love-sick puppy he was, a ear to ear grin planted on his face, his eyes sparkling with adoration.