The Stone After It's Thrown

"You can stare all you want Malfoy. I'm not going to move." She said to me, not moving her eyes away from the book that was perched precariously on her lap.

I rolled my eyes, and ran my hand through my platinum blond hair. "Come on Weasley!" I exclaimed, "Why are you here anyway? You know this is Slytherin territory."

"Revenge," he said bluntly before turning the page of her book.

"Revenge?"

"Mhm," she nodded, her face still not looking up at me. "You beat us in the quidditch game yesterday. And I don't intend to let that slide."

I could feel a smirk escaping my lips until I heard loud groaning noises coming from behind me. I turned to see my friends; Matthew Darcy, and Nicholas Bennett standing behind me their arms crossed.

"C'mon Malfoy! " Darcy said to me, "Let's just leave her here! Her fault if she gets mugged."

I sighed, "Just give me a minute, okay?"

Darcy furrowed his brow, "Fine we'll be up in the common room if you need us."

I nodded at them as they walked away and up to the castle.

And then there were two.

I know what you're thinking. No, I do not like her. Do I dislike her? No. She's actually alright to be around. Well, outside of class and quidditch practice anyway. Do I dislike her parents? A little bit. And it's not only because her mum was a muggle born. In fact, it has nothing to do with that. Though my father is still quite reluctant when it comes to muggle-borns, I'm not. I've heard about what Mrs. Weasley does in the Daily Prophet sometimes, and I think it's a noble thing. What I don't like about them though is that they make my dad look like such a prick. He's not all that bad you know! He didn't fight for Voldemort in the end. Mum says dad's changed a lot from when he was a Death Eater, and I just don't like it when they bring him or my grandparents up, and be all:

"Oh yes, Draco Malfoy, the Death Eater that was supposed to kill Dumbledore.", or "Oh! Malfoy Manor! That's where Hermione Granger was nearly killed."

It was quite irritating really. My father was a hero to the Slytherins though. Though his actions were still questionable to the other houses, I was just glad to be welcomed in my own house.

While she on the other hand, didn't care about lineage, or anything like it. We could actually be friends if her competitiveness didn't get in the way. Honestly, she only cared about being better than me. That's why she's so infuriated that we won the game yesterday.

But, again, no, I don't like her. Not like that anyway. If I liked a girl you would know. I would be standing like an idiot, and clutching something of hers, or something that had touched her.

That's what my grandmother said my father looked like when he came from his first date with mum; holding his cheek like it was sacred.

And if I'm as similar to my father as everyone thinks I am, then that would be the signal to indicate I like a person.

"You're mad, you know that Weasley?"

"Says the boy who's mad enough to stay with me,"

"What do expect to accomplish by sitting in this spot all day?" I said, "We won that game fair and square yesterday."

Finally her head shot up and her azure coloured eyes met with my steely ones. "Fair and square?" she said, moving the book to her side and standing up. Her first were clenched, and her teeth gritted.

I nodded, "Yes, fair and square! I even have the bruise from the fall to prove it! Do you want to see it?"

"Don't think I have to, considering that you pulled me down with you!" she said.

"I only did that because a bludger was about to hit you, and your idiot cousin wasn't there to hit it out of your way!" I said, "If I didn't drag you down, you would be in the Hospital Wing right now, missing all your classes! Would you want that Weasley?"

She tried opening her mouth, but nothing came out of it. Then, she went back to the bench, sat back down, and put the book back on her lap. She put her head down and went back to her book before whispering, "No,"

I smiled down at her. "See? I did you a favor. You may have lost the match, but you still got to beat me at yet another test. You wouldn't have been able to do that if you were in the Hospital Wing would you Weasley?"

She scoffed and went back to reading her book.

"Hey Rose," I called.

She lifted her head up once again moving her bushy, scarlet hair away from her face. "What?"

"I'm waiting…" I said, crossing my arms and tapping my foot on the ground.

She shook her head. "That's not going to happen."

"Fine then," he said, "I'll just tell James you've been hanging around a Slytherin!"

Her eyes went wide. "You wouldn't dare!"

I smirked, "Oh I would." He said, "And I'd say it with complete and utter confidence."

"Malfoy if you do that, I'm not going to hear the end of it!" she exclaimed.

"Don't I know it," I said. "But you can avoid it all by just saying those little words…"

She shook closed her eyes, and shook her head before looking up at me once again. And with a sigh she said: "Thank you for saving me from a bludger, Scorpius."

I smiled triumphantly, "You're welcome." I then straightened my robes and sat beside her on the bench.

She finally closed her book and looked up at me. "You Slytherins are so lucky," she said "to get a view like this."

I nodded as looked across the lake. It was the best view in the whole castle to see the sun set. "I think the sun is about to set."

We watched intently as the golden orb of light started to slowly descend leaving a faint rays. The sky started losing its blue hue and turned a faint lavender color, spots of pink and orange appearing. And just as we watched the rays disappear into the clouds, a stone had almost hit Rose. She shifted towards me and suddenly I was very aware of the bit of my shoulder touching hers.

"Oh!" she exclaimed before turning around and shouting: "What was that for?"

"This is Slytherin territory!" the other girl shouted, "Get out of here and stop manipulating the poor boy!"

With that, Rose collected her things and left immediately, her face looking very cross.

"At least you didn't get mugged!" I shouted at her as she walked away.

I smiled to myself and continued to watch the sunset until another figure stood in front of me. It was Jenny Parkinson, Slytherin prefect.

"You alright Scorpius?" she asked me.

"I'm fine Jenny," I said, "Thanks for asking."

"You poor thing," she said, "To be touched by a Weasley would be bad enough, but a Granger-Weasley! I'm sorry I had to throw that rock."

"It's alright, I'm glad you did actually." I said unconsciously.

Jenny furrowed her brow and placed her hand on her hips, "What?"

I looked up and her, "U-uh-uh, I mean, she's gone now isn't she?"

She smiled, "You're right." She said, "Well, I'll be heading back up to the castle. And you better be too. It's almost time for supper."

"Alright," I said slowly standing from my seat.

"Make sure to burn that robe before coming in." she said before walking away.

"Will do," I said indifferently.

I touched the area of my shoulder where Rose's robe hit mine.

Damn it.

A/N: Hehehehe, in my eyes, Scorpius is very different from his father. I don't know why, but it's just that, I find Scorpius as someone I can have fun with and toy with his emotions. :))

Okay, so, hello again everyone! :D Yes, this is my new story and I hope you enjoyed this cute little chapter. So this will be centered mostly on Scorpius and how his feelings for Rose evolve.

I chose second gen for this fic because I just finished my other fanfic, (aka: As Long As You're There) and it was really heavy because it was Ron and Hermione. And they had to grow up so fast, their attitudes, thier emotions were very mature and with the second gen, I can have fun! The goal of the second generation is for them to have a real childhood with regular teenage drama. And that's what I'm going for.

So I hope you enjoy this story. Oh, and sorry, but this won't be as frequently updated as my last story due to exams coming up. But I hope you'll be patient. :)

Okay, I will stop rambling now. Thanks for reading! :D

~rascal

P.S.- Reviews are loved!