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Charlie Potter/Scorpius Malfoy

So this is just something I came up with. It's sort of like Romeo & Juliet with the whole forbidden love thing :) but it's different, there's going to be a happy ending, I don't do tragedies. I changed Lily Potter to Charlie Potter (who is still a girl) because Lily was too young and I wanted them to be in the same year. Well...here we go :)

Scorpius Malfoy lounged on a huge, cushiony couch in the Slytherin common room with two of his best friends, Jared Bane and Gregory Zabini, who were playing "Do or Die". The common room around them is full of students studying, talking, and laughing together. Scorpius stares off into the distance, his icy blue eyes glazed over and his porcelain brow furrowed.

"Scorpius! It's your turn," Jared yells at Scorpius, who glances briefly back at Jared.

"Guys, I told you, I'm not playing. It's stupid and disrespectful."

"Come on, man, just play!" Gregory had never understand why Scorpius didn't like things like this.

"Yeah, really. Just be a teenage boy for once, have some fun!" Jared smiled and punched Scorpius in the arm playfully.

"You guys..." Scorpius groaned and rolled his eyes, "Fine."

"Good!" Jared considered for a second, then "Jenny Longbottom."

"Die," Scorpius leaned his head against the arm rest and glared at the ceiling, bored.

"Gracie Patail."

"Die."

"Hmm...Lydia Pendergast."

Scorpius pauses and smiles slightly, "Do."

"All right, Renee Zellweger?"

"Do."

"Okay...Charlie Potter?" Jared waits for a moment.

Scorpius opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He closes it again, his eyes are troubled and contemplative.

"I'm not sure," he sits up and gazes at his hands, unsure.

"What? How could you not be sure? She's the biggest Gryffindor bitch there is!" Gregory's eyes are wide, disbelieving. This should have been an easy one, any Slytherin would much rather die than ever have to do that with a Gryffindor.

"Well, I haven't really seen her in a while," Scorpius glanced back up at Gregory and Jared, "If she's hot there's no use dying over her."

"But...she's a Gryffindor." Jared looks confused, what the hell was his friend thinking? Was he out of his mind?

"So? I'd rather live."

"You're missing the point of the game."

"Whatever, I'm done with this," Scorpius jumps off the couch and rushes out of the common room, Jared and Gregory staring worriedly after him.

Scorpius made it outside and took several deep breaths. The air was warm, the sun beginning to set behind the forest. Scorpius tried to remember what Charlie Potter looked like, but all he can recall is long auburn hair and dark green eyes. He shakes his head and walks across the lawn to the edge of the lake, where he sat on a rock. She couldn't be anything special. Why would she be? He never even talked to her anymore, other than when they were yelling at each other from across classrooms and hallways. They had never been friends, far from it really. But as the years had worn on, Scorpius and Charlie started taking different classes, now they barely ever saw each other. Why did this suddenly bother him? He hated her as much as he ever had...at least he thought he did. What the hell? Just forget about her, she's just a stupid Gryffindor.

"Charlie!" Rose Weasley snapped her fingers in front of her cousin's face. They sat in the library, there were few people left besides them.

"What?" Charlie jumps up, scared. "What the hell Rose!"

"I've been trying to get your attention for like, ten minutes!" Rose screams, exasperated. Her curly red hair is slightly ruffled from several hours of playing with it while she studied.

"I'm sorry. I zoned out..." Charlie did this often when she was supposed to be studying.

"Yeah, that's why I was trying to get your attention. This essay is due tomorrow, Charlie. You have less than half of it done."

"I'll finish, stop worrying about me. I always finish," Charlie waved her hand and looked down at her paper.

"What on earth do you think about when you do that?"

"Random stuff, sometimes I'm just thinking about the essay."

"You can't keep doing this, you know." Charlie looks up, her eyes questioning. Rose is giving her a worried, stern look, ever much like Charlie's Aunt Hermione.

"Doing what?" Charlie puts on an innocent face, her green eyes wide. Rose sighs and looks out the window, shaking her head. What on earth was she going to do with her? Charlie just didn't work the same as other people.

"You know what I'm talking about. You put off essays and all other work until the night before it's due, then stay up until three in the morning working on it! You need more sleep!"

"But I get perfect scores! Why does it matter?" Charlie groans and lays her head down on her paper.

"Because! You need to sleep! I know you get perfect scores this way, but that's because you're an amazing writer, not because this works for you." It didn't work for her at all. Charlie knew it, she stayed up past midnight every night and woke up for class at six thirty every day. She picked her head up off the table and gave Rose a sad look.

"But I don't like doing it!"

"But you have to!"

"Urgh! I need a break. I'll see you in the common room." Charlie grabbed her books and slung her bag over her shoulder. She tore out of the library and up to the Gryffindor common room, her mind preoccupied with the dance Hogwarts was throwing that Saturday, two days away! The whole school was buzzing about it, for the first time since the Triwizard Tournament all those years ago, there would be a dance! Charlie ran up the steps to her dormitory and dropped her books off, she'd finish the essay later. As she was descending back into the common room, she heard her name.

"Charlie!" She looked up to see the beautiful, smiling face of Peter Evans, her date for the dance. Peter was tall, lean, and stunning. His brown hair had hints of gold in it and shone brilliantly in the light of the fire, his deep brown eyes were full of happiness as he beckoned her to join him on the couch by the fire. Charlie smiled and rushed over, plopping down next to him.

"Hey!" Charlie smiled widely at Peter and settled in against side, his arm across the back of the couch behind her. "What have you been up to?"

Peter rolled his eyes, then smiled knowingly at Charlie, in his lap was a thick book and a scroll of parchment. "The Transfiguration essay due tomorrow, have you finished?"

"Well...no," she bit her lip and glanced over Peter's progress. He laughed.

"Of course not."

Charlie smiled guiltily at him then leaned her head on his shoulder. Eventually Peter finished and went up to bed, kissing her on the cheek as he left, and Charlie grudgingly retrieved her books and started to finish her own paper. But soon her mind drifted again to the ball, so close at hand. Charlie imagined dancing with Peter her head on his chest, his warm and comforting smell. She imagined kissing him for the first time, what it would feel like. Charlie had liked him since her fifth year and now, finally, in her seventh year, he had noticed her. Not only had he noticed her, but he had asked her to the dance!

"Are you just now starting to work on that?" Rose had returned. Charlie slowly turned her head to face her cousin, standing angrily in front of the portrait hole, smiling timidly.

"Maybe?"

"Oh, Charlie! What the hell were you doing for all this time?"

"Well...Peter was down here..." Charlie shrugged and tried to make some sort of gesture to show that she hadn't been able to help herself.

"That boy is going to be the death of you," Rose smiled and sat down in the chair next to Charlie. The common room was empty now, and Charlie looked down at her watch to check the time.

"What? Rose it's midnight, where have you been? You never stay up this late," Charlie looks at her cousin, interest mingled with question in her eyes.

"I was studying, lost track of time. Then Malfoy showed up," Rose wrinkled her nose and glared into the fireplace, as if Scorpius had just evaporated there.

"Ew," Charlie cringed at the thought of him. Stupid rich boy, well she was rich too, but this kid acted like he owned the world, wizard and muggle. She pictured his shiny blonde hair and cold blue eyes, how he held himself with pride. Okay, so maybe that was just good posture, but he made her sick anyways. "What did he want?"

"Nothing, I ran into him on my way back here...literally," Rose laughed and Charlie smiled, "I dropped all of my books and he helped me pick them up...which I'm still trying to figure out."

"What? He was nice? I didn't know he was capable of that," troubled, Charlie shook her head and wrote another sentence in her essay, now more than half way done.

"Yeah, well I don't really think he realized what he was doing, he looked really out of it," Rose shrugged and stood up. "I'm going to bed, good luck...try to be finished soon."

"All right, I'll try," Charlie waved at Rose and turned back to her essay. She worked until she was finished and then held her work up with a smile. She closed her book and tip toed up to her dormitory, getting dressed in silence and easing into her bed. While she tried to fall asleep, Charlie's thoughts drifted to Scorpius Malfoy. His familiar sneer and shining eyes when they argued...but the face she imagined was younger. Really she hadn't seen Scorpius close up in forever. Charlie wondered about this, sure their classes varied slightly, but they still had plenty together. They still argued from time to time, from a distance. So why couldn't she remember his face? Suddenly Charlie wanted to remember exactly what he looked like, the way his hair must fall across his forehead, how his eyes must still shine when he smiles. Wait, why did she care? Charlie huffed and put the boy out of mind. Soon, she fell asleep to dreams of the ball and Peter and her beautiful silver dress.

I should be updating soon...like really soon :) Don't worry, the next chapter should be better, and there will be actual interaction between Charlie and Scorpius.

Thanks!