A/N: Hello! It's me Sarah…
I believe that everyone reading this probably knows what it's all about
Yet for those who just found the description of the story incredible (I can always hope) and entered out of pure interest let me just say that this is a sequel to another Scorpius/Rose called 'Dead or Alive'
So you can check that out first otherwise it'll be a bit confusing…
Anyway, those are some of the facts from Scorpius' POV
Also I have included facts before Dead or Alive
So,
I own none of it
Enjoy !
AFTER EVERYTHING WENT BLACK
Chapter 1: The Princess and A Miracle that is Death
August 12th
Rose Weasley.
I'm all about her those days.
Which is weird let me just say. Cause we're life-long enemies. Then again maybe that's why I think of her all the time. Yeah… that's it!
I hate her more than anything that's why I'm thinking about her.
But…hell… when you hate someone you don't think about how cute their hair looks, or how nice they smelled the last time they punched you in the face, do you?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
So could you please tell me the meaning of this?
I open my bedrooms window and rush to the balcony. At least it's not that hot out there. Merlin I despise August. It's so painfully hot.
Thankfully now that the sun is setting and the wind starts to blow it's not that hot. And the view is very much to my liking.
Forests, paths, villages, towns… all there for me to take. Just a jump would be enough. And how I wish I had the courage to do it. Get away of it all.
I bet Weasley would. She's brave and careless like that. She would certainly jump.
Of course she has no reason to do so. Her life is so perfect like that.
Makes me downright nauseatic.
Gryffindor's prodigy , buried in her books like a good girl, playing with her "awesome" cousins, rendering every guy breathless when she passes and still she acts all innocent.
'I mean come on Lils, no guy would ever look at me this way.' Yes, people that's what she said. Little hypocrite.
I bet she knows exactly what she's worth.
Well, duh Scoprius , a little voice mutters in my head. She's just the Princess of the Weasley's.
Princess. Damn right that's what she is. Beautiful and kind and shy and smart and so so so passionate when she's mad. If every person had to have a nickname that would be hers.
Now whether that Princess image's just a façade or for real, I'll never know.
I, Scorpius Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, will never get close enough to find out what she's really made of, that Princess.
Nor should I actually.
It'd be like defying the Gods here.
Only a miracle could make Weasley and I come closer these days.
And I bet I'll be dead before I see a miracle…
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September 26th
I chuckle a bit, unwillingly I assure you, as I watch Weasley wishing she could vanish from the face of earth. I really cannot see the reason she's so embarrassed with her family but still I decide to play along.
"Well, look who's here." I say using my sly voice. The redhead gasps but doesn't really turn. Yet I have this feeling she knows exactly who it is.
"Want something Malfoy?" And I was correct! How awesome is that?
"Actually, no I don't. I just heard your family shouting from the other side of the country that I was and thought I'd come to say 'hi'." I smirk playfully. I really need some entertainment right now.
Suddenly she turns to face me. I suppose she could keep away that long.
Needless to say I have to hold my breath as her figure swifts on the spot. Her curly long fiery hair dancing in the wind, her eyes, even though narrowed, are as shiny as ever, her small body wild like a cat's.
No! Cut it out Scorpius. You hate her…Well ok no, but she hates you.
"Well, at least my family is here to shout. Unlike yours." She retorts. Ok, that was mean… True enough my parents try to avoid public appearances. But can you really blame them? I mean they are hated for their past…
"Shut up you bitch." I hiss with as venom as I can master.
Then she says something about not even noticing me , which is so not true, as I hurry to point out to her.
"Hey! Malfoy, do you see me carrying 'Witch's Weekly'? Or polishing my nails? Or talking about my nose job?" I stare at her and make some offending comment about her nose that would surely hit its target.
"No." I finally reply, having ridiculed her enough.
"Then why on earth would I fancy you?" Ok, now her comment hit its target. Because, if by some joke of the universe I happened , which I don't, to like her that would be a really hurtful thing to say.
Then again I absolutely don't harbour such feelings for her so I don't mind at all. I even laugh a bit.
"Good one Weasley." I mutter and then proceed to announce I got Head-Boy this year.
"You have got to be kidding me!" She screams. Well, actually no…
I did get Head-Boy , with the badge and all. It's actually very cool.
Some time passes with us both just a little bit too engrossed in conversation to notice people are gathering around to watch. We really do make a great sight.
"Oh, don't make me laugh. I don't even see why she bothered to make you Head-Boy. When there a re all those nice guys she could give the place to." And just like that my attention is back to her. Princess I called her.
Bullshit! She's just a bitch. Like I don't know I'm nowhere near as good as her. Like I am not aware I'm not meant to be attracted to her. Like…
Just screw this.
"Maybe I'm not nice Weasley, but I sure possess good looks and wit. You on the other hand have neither of the above. Reading all day because you just can't understand a single thing at once. Annoying everyone with your rules, because since you have no life then no one else should. Calling yourself smart cause you'll just never be pretty enough." And even though she deserves every word I say , even though she'll never care enough for our fights to pay attention to what I say and be bothered by it, I still feel a bit bad about it.
"Why don't you just go jump off a cliff Malfoy? The world will probably be a better place without you!" She shoots her final blow. I clench my fists and turn around taking a small dark path.
It doesn't look too inviting but hell everything is better than hearing her wish my death.
Bloody Weasley Princess.
I walk for a while not really sure where I'm going, playing our fight in my head. Wondering if she did mean what she said. I sure hope she didn't. But I doubt it.
Yet fights with he were always somewhat appealing.
I got all energetic and excited and she did too. It was our thing and maybe we exchange hurtful words but I somehow cherished them.
'Well that makes one of us.' I pictured her saying to me. But I didn't mind. She looked so pretty and smart and interesting, I no longer minded.
And… agh… This pain…
I feel this excruciating pain. Who…?
I sense my body falling forward even though I try to stop. I close my eye waiting for the impact.
And then it all goes black.
A/N: Ok, first chap up… This is turning out to be a bit longer than I expected
Hope you don't mind…
So, what do you think about it?
Please, please, please review… I would really appreciate it
Lots of Love
Sarah