This short story is written for SomethingWithMittens' 'Sell me a story' challenge.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor will I ever, own Harry Potter or the world he lives in. I am certain you all know that, so this is going to be the one and only time I print a disclaimer on this story.
"Watch it, Potter," the blonde boy sneered from his position on the floor. Lily rolled her eyes. It was typical, really. Scorpius Malfoy was so freaking full of himself that his large head couldn't figure out that she was the one walking at normal pace, he the one running at a flying speed.
Grabbing her books off the floor, Lily ignored the menacing glare that was being shot at her and continued her way to the potions classroom. Scorpius yelled after her.
"Aren't you going to help me with my books, or did your parents teach you no manners," he scowled at her, shifting to a kneeling position in order to collect her books. Lily turned to look at him with a satisfied grin.
"Actually, I think it's much more enjoyable watching you grovel on the ground. Shows the real you, I think. Maybe you should start working in the kitchens." Scorpius was on his feet in a flash.
"How dare you imply that I am as common as a House-elf. Perhaps you have forgotten that your father is a dirty halfblood while your mother is from a line of immoral bloodtraiters. Your whole family breeds like rabbits, and you have the courage to call me lowly?"
Lily was fuming; unfortunately, she had her mothers' temper. Although, that only applied when it came to the totally pig headed prat in front of her. The whole family found it strange that Lily Luna Potter, the quiet, calm, level-headed child of Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley, was the first one to react to the youngest Malfoy's taunting.
She started forward, poking his firm chest with her finger, her eyes ablaze. "How dare you. Your whole family is full of Deatheaters, and you say my family is bad? You may have forgotten, but my family is known for the defeat of the Dark Lord, and yours? Yours is known for fuel-ing his ideas and killing a mass of people that didn't deserve to have died. To the Wizarding world, your family is lowly." She spat, before turning her back on him and walking stiffly away. Needless to say, she was late for potions.
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"Hey, Lily, come on! It's nearly Breakfast!" Lily heard her brother, Albus, shout from the bottom of the stair case to the girls dorm the next day. He was far too well informed about what would happen if he tried to reach her room. She stifled a laugh as she remembered the time her brother had tried to climb up the stairs.
"Lily Luna Potter, if you don't get down here now, I swear I'll tell Mum it was you were smashed the vase her aunt Muriel gave to her!" Albus yelled from the common room. Lily rolled her eyes.
"I don't care! She hated that vase anyway!" Albus cursed.
Lily had been hiding in her room after a particularly bad run in with none other than Scorpius Malfoy (in which the words 'Moth-eating Hippogriff's Turd' and 'Pea-soup splattered bimbo' were included) and was currently hiding up in her room, locking the door and refusing to meet any of her brothers demands.
Albus finally gave a frustrated sigh and exclaimed, "That's it! I'm coming up there to get you myself!" This made Lily's tear stained face split into an evil grin as she rushed to the door to watch what would happen.
Albus, certain that he would be hit with some kind of curse as soon as he stood on the first stair, reluctantly lifted his foot and pressed it down. And nothing happened. He grinned to himself. Confident that he was thoroughly safe, he took his whole weight onto the step and rushed up it, making it about halfway before –
SCHHLAP! was around the sound that Albus's body made as the stair case suddenly transformed into a slippery, winding slide, causing him to fall flat on his stomach and make a painful way down to the bottom. He was greeted with gales of laughter.
Lily sat on the newly transformed slide and slid her way to her cousin who was looking menacingly at the stairs. She giggled at him.
"Thanks Al, you just made me feel all better," she chuckled with a wink. Albus glared.
"Yeah, Al, I'll be down in a minute," she replied, dropping her bag onto the floor beside her four poster bed and tying her hair up. Once presentable, she left the common room with her brother.
Lily and Albus were the best of friends. Sure, they were chalk and cheese, Albus being the hot tempered, do first, think later prankster he was, while Lily was calm, collected and realistic.
Ever since childhood the two had been inseparable, though there was one thing that disagreed on. Disagreed was an understatement of the least.
"Al, why the hell do we have to sit with him?" Lily complained as they made down the corridor to the Great Hall. Albus frowned at her.
"Come on, Lil, he's my friend. Can't you put up with him just a few hours?" Lily raised her eyebrows.
"Hours?"
Albus became suddenly interested in the wall. "Ah, erm, you see, I, ah," he stuttered, before taking a deep breath. "I-maybe-kinda-accidentally-but-not-really-invited-Scorpius-to-join-us-in-the-common-room-for-chess-after-tea-because-I-figured-you-wouldn't-mind-and-" he was suddenly cut off by Lily's furious glare.
"You thought I wouldn't mind? You though I wouldn't mind that the guy who spends his whole day thinking of new insults for me and my name is going to be spending more time with me? You seriously thought that I wouldn't mind?" Albus flinched away from the angry red head, and was momentary reminded of his mother. The thought sent shivers down his spine.
"I'm sorry Lil! It just that he really wanted to"- Albus sighed, stopping his sentence of as fast as he could without revealing too much. Lily frowned at him.
"He just wanted to what?" she asked angrily. He shook his head at her, motioning for her to keep walking. She stayed planted on the spot.
"Albus. He just wanted what?" Albus shook his head defiantly at her.
"No way, Lil, you are not"-
"Al!" a voice interrupted him, and the two Potters whipped around to see Scorpius Malfoy striding towards them, his book bag strung across his shoulder. He smiled at Albus, ignoring Lily and pushing in front of her to block her out of the conversation. "We still on for tonight, right?"
Albus glanced over his shoulder at Lily, who was glaring at Scorpius heatedly and sighed, already knowing the answer to his unasked question.
"Yeah, but it looks like it's just you and I. Turns out Lily can't, ah, make it."
Scorpius's back stiffened, as if he was wishing she hadn't been brought up, and he slowly turned to face Lily, his face emotionless.
"You're not coming?" he asked softly, and Lily saw something small flash across his eyes, but the resolved that it was just the lighting. Damn candles, why can't they start using muggle technology, she thought to herself, before answering.
"No," she replied shortly, before turning on the spot and continuing for the Great Hall, leaving the two boys to stare at her turned back.
Albus sighed. His best friend was hopeless.
"You know, when most people like someone, they don't act like such a prick to them!" he shouted at the blonde in front of him, who scowled at him.
"Shut it, Potter! And I wasn't being a prick then!" he argued and Albus dropped his head into his hands with a groan.
"How can you have so many girls chasing after you? All they need is one minute with you and the find out how much of a clueless idiot you are. Merlins pants, you have spent the last six years in love with my bloody sister, and after all that time you still don't get that tormenting her is not the way to her heart? Christ, you're as thick as a brick wall. No, you're as thick as freaking Professor Binns!" Scorpius rolled his eyes, despite the fact that his friend was more than slightly right.
He honestly didn't mean to torture the youngest Potter, it was just that the way she looked at him, like he was the dirt at the bottom of her shoes, made him so mad, and she was his vent. She was always the one who got the wrong end of his personality, and it was cruel, because she was also the one that had captured his interest in the first five minutes of meeting her, and had stayed there through the six years he had known her. Always her, never any of the flings he had on the side. Always her bright, flaming hair and chocolate brown eyes that he dreamt about, always her personality and fetchers that he compared other girls to, always her. But he could never have her. Of course he couldn't. Six years of torture just didn't erase itself. He only wished it did.