Author's Note: I haven't written on here in years, and I truly hope you enjoy my completely revamped version of this story. When I first created this story, I wanted it to be a One-Shot, pure smut, lemon, but after a long wait, I decided to come back to this story and give it the depth that it lacked. The first two chapters will be from the POV of Scorpius (just to set the story up). Don't worry, there will be smut. Please give me feedback or any suggestions you might have. I love to write for all of you 3
- Callie
Scorpius POV (First Year)
Ever since I can remember, all father ever told me was to keep my weaknesses hidden. I've never really understood what he meant by that. I guess I was just more caring than him, and he seemed to sense that. He saw my empathy and trusting nature and took it as an open display of weakness. Since then, I have always tried to emulate him, make myself appear less caring and more arrogant. I tried to rid my mind of his insults and snide comments, but today, I can't help but think that I'll mess up completely.
Standing here on Platform 9 & 1/3, surrounded by nervous parents and excited kids, I feel like I might pass out from nerves alone. Right now, the idea of appearing weak to anyone around me is terrifying. How do I hide my insecurities? How does father do it so well? The first impression is the most important. If I don't assert myself now as someone to respect, and someone to be a little scared of, then no one will ever take me as seriously as they do father.
I adjust my grip on my luggage cart and look around. Oh no, I've been standing here, spacing out, for the past five minutes. I look up at father from the corner of my eye and he appears to be transfixed upon something to our right. Peaking around my cart of luggage, I see a flash of fiery red hair. Before I can get a good look, father swings me around quickly in front of him and looks straight into my eyes. His overwhelming intensity almost knocks me over, but I am quick to keep a cool and blank façade.
"Scorpius, the train will leave any minute now, you've managed thus far, in not being a disappointment," He begins, taking a short, quick, breath, "For the next seven years, I only have three rules that you must follow. Be the top of your class, don't cause any trouble and stay away from Rose Weasley." he orders. The last one completely caught me off guard. It was like a small thorn that poked its way into a garden of daisies.
I blink, and I look away from my father's harsh gaze. "Father, who is Rose Weasley?" I say, confused.
Turning toward the right, father scowls, and I am finally able to see who he is referring to. Right away, I recognize the two wizards that are carefully checking a stack of luggage. They were usually on the cover of magazines, and the front page of newspapers. Ron & Hermione Weasley, two-thirds of the Golden Trio that saved the entire world from Voldemort. Over the huge pile of precariously stacked luggage, I can just barely see the top of a very red-haired, head. Without looking back at me, father stares at Mr. Weasley through judging eyes.
"She is going to be one of your greatest rivals in class for sure, what with her mother's intelligence. But, she is not your equal. She comes from a tainted household of traitors." He snarls, and I see his lips quirk up into a familiar smirk. "Do not talk to her, she is just as bad as a Potter." He finishes his sentence, but not before making sure that every word had become louder like he was actually trying to get Mr. Weasley's attention. And, as if he was listening to my thoughts, I notice Mr. Weasley's ears turn red and his movements take on a jerkier quality, till he stands up straight. I think he is about to say something to father when I find that I am staring directly into his eyes. I jerk my gaze away as if I had been burned by the intensity, and I am met with deep brown eyes, surrounded by dark-red lashes. All of the air seems like it's being sucked out of my lungs. I know I should look away, but I can't. All at once, I can feel everyone's eyes burning into me. Even so, I can't for the life of me, pull my gaze away from her. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks, but I don't dare look away from her gaze, which seemed to turn playful. She turned away, and my eyes dropped as if released from a spell. I tried to glance back at her, but father jerked me away and toward the train, which was signaling its upcoming departure.
I turned my head toward father just in time to catch one of his dangerous glare's. Crap, he must have seen me freeze up. I try to act as natural as possible, narrowly managing to avoid tripping up the stairs of the doorway to my new life. Great, if anyone saw any part of that they'll never take me seriously. This is ridiculous, she's just a girl. I survey my surroundings to make sure that no one is watching and then glance to my left and right. A corridor stretches out before me filled with different compartments. As I walk down the aisle, I can hear snippets of different lives changing or coming back together. Two brown-haired girls are chatting at one-hundred miles an hour in one. In another, I catch a glimpse of a couple snogging. After that, I keep my head down suddenly realizing that I can just stumble into any compartment and define who I am for the rest of my time here. Carefully, I continue to walk down the aisle, assessing each compartment.
I reach a compartment that appears full but very quiet. Looking to my left, I reach my hand out to the handle of the compartment door, but then a large burst of laughter erupts from inside. Just before I can turn the handle, the door bursts open and I am met by a very angry looking boy about my age. His green eyes radiate anger, and he's got one hand furiously pushing through messy, dark brown hair.
"S-sorry. I was just passing by." I manage to say, trying to make a quick escape. The compartment is filled with a couple of older looking guys and girls, some of them look like the angry boy, the others all have red hair. The boy suddenly grabs my forearm and turns back toward the others.
"Finally, I've been looking all over for you," he says to me, a lopsided grin emerging. I look back at him, trying to figure out where he is going with this. Do I know this kid? "You all should keep your thoughts to yourselves, I told you I have friends at Hogwarts." He finishes, proudly. And with that, he drags me away from the compartment, down the aisle to a different, empty compartment. Closing the door behind us, he lets out a long breath of air and looks up at me.
"I'm sorry about that," he says, the smile already melting away. I stumble into a seat and look up at him. "I mean do you mind explaining what just happened?" I say starting to become mildly annoyed with this kid that stole my moment to define myself. "I'm Albus, but you can call me Al. All of those people in there are my family members, unfortunately," he says, a scowl forming on his face. "Ever since I got in the car this morning, they've been taunting me about my first year and how I'll be sorted," he rambles on. He sits down opposite to me and I begin to understand what had happened. Before he can continue I cut him off.
"Listen, Albus. I mean Al, it's fine I understand. I was your cover for something. They were probably teasing you about not knowing anyone here, right?" I say confidently, trying my best to seem cool. Just like father. "I don't mind being your cover-up. And if it helps, I don't know anyone here either," I finish and look blankly out of the window. I hear Albus rustling around and feel him nudge my knee. I turn and see his arm extended out with a chocolate frog sitting in the palm of his hand.
"You know if you want we could be friends. I know I made it up without asking you if it was okay, but you seem pretty cool." He says with a large sheepish grin taking up his entire face. I realize that my mouth starts to quirk up into a smirk too late to stop it from spreading into a grin to match his. "Okay, and by the way," I start, taking the chocolate frog from him and biting into it, "My name is Scorpius."
For the rest of the train ride, Al and I ate different candies from a bag that he had brought from home. When the trolley came around, we bought out the entire thing. He said that it was a family tradition. I couldn't care less, all I wanted was more candy and to get to know my new friend. Every once in a while, Rose's eyes would pop up in my head, but I would push those thoughts away. We finally arrived at Hogwarts and I began to have that feeling again. That feeling like something was about to go horribly wrong.
Al and I got off of the train and headed out toward the castle in a group of all of the first years. I feel so overwhelmed by everything around me. Al seems to notice how quiet I have become and he looks at me. I look back at him, trying to signal that I'm not sure what to do right now. As if sensing how uneasy I am, he smiles back at me. I start to feel better. We reach the doors to, what Al tells me is, the Great Hall.
Leaning toward me Al whispers, "Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it. Plus, my dad told me a secret about the Sorting Hat," he stops for a second, looking around to make sure no one is listening. "He says that you can just ask to be placed in a house. If you ask, you'll be sorted into the house of your choice." He finishes, eyes gleaming brightly. I was about to ask him what house he was going to choose when Professor McGonagall stepped out onto the top of the staircase.
"First years, gather round, you are about…" she blathers on and I just tune her out. Suddenly, the doors to doors to the Great Hall burst open, and everyone around me starts filing in. I fidget and watch as one by one people's names are called up to the stool in from of the entire school. As I watch, I begin to wonder when one of us will be called. Then I hear, "Albus Potter" and I almost fall over. I look quickly at Al and realize my mistake. He is a Potter. Father is going to kill me. But, father told me that the Potter's were horrible, mean, and liars. He smiles at me, unaware of my internal turmoil and walks up confidently to the seat. I stare at him trying to figure out if he has done anything that would prove father right. His sorting takes the longest of everyone. I guess we won't be friends, he'll for sure be placed in Gryffindor. There has never been a person from the Potter/Weasely clan that has not been sorted into Gryffindor. As if reading my mind, he makes direct eye contact with me, and he smiles.
"SLYTHERIN," the hat screams, and the hall falls silent for what seems an eternity. Al's smile never falters though, and then, the hall erupts in joyful screams and shouts.
I can't help but smile and watch him walk over to the table. Does he know who I am? Maybe he just chose Slytherin for me. No, he wouldn't do that, we just met. But if Al knew he could choose any house, why would he choose Slytherin. My thoughts are interrupted by my name, "Scorpius Malfoy," and I walk up to the stool, trying to radiate confidence. The hat mutters something I can't comprehend and is on my head for a couple of seconds then, it screams, "SLYTHERIN." What a surprise, I thought to myself, and let out a small chuckle. As the shouts die down, I join Al at the Slytherin table and we watch as each person is placed in their houses.
"Al, I was wondering something," I whisper, pulling my gaze away from the Sorting Ceremony after having watched for a while.
"Yeah Scorpius?" he says, not meeting my gaze, completely entranced by the ceremony. "Why did-," I start, but freeze when I hear her name being called.
"Rose Weasley."
I scramble to turn toward the front fast enough to see her. She is turned around, taking her time in getting to the stool where her fate awaits her. She turns around gracefully and calmly sits down. Her hair is long, a little bit frizzy, but beautiful. Wait, what am I thinking. Beautiful? Crap, yes, she really is. I try to look away, just like I had tried earlier today. But something about her, it pulled me in. She has a very small frame. I can tell that if we were closer her head would barely reach my shoulders. Closer. Imagine if she were closer. Sucking in a large amount of air, I try clear my head. Then,
"SLYTHERIN"
Oh. Dear. Merlin. Suddenly, everyone fell away and all I could see was Rose. My cheeks are burning, but I really don't care. The hall erupts again with screams and clapping, and I almost fall over. Al is scowling next to me, and I finally come back to earth. "What's wrong?" I ask, glad to have a distraction. I can see the tips of Al's ears turning red, and he looks down at the table. "She shouldn't have done that," he spits out quietly and someone nudges my shoulder.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" a breathy, high pitch voice said from behind me. I turn, about to say that I don't mind when I look up and I see, it's her. My mouth suddenly completely dry, my mind goes blank and she looks back at me, a small smile forming on her perfect lips. "Are you okay?" she asks, her eyes exuding warmth and kindness. From behind me, I could feel Al radiating anger. I completely blank for a second and all that rings through my head is my father's words from earlier. Stay away from Rose Weasley. Then, I let words spill out of my mouth without even thinking.
"Back off weasel," I bark out. "I don't want your germs to rub off on me. Look what you've done," I continue starting to smirk and nodding my head toward Albus. "You're already affecting Al, look he's about to be sick." I let out a humorless chuckle and I look back at Al. His lips have turned up into a half smile, and I can tell that he is silently thanking me with his eyes. I look up at Rose again, ready to continue. I stop when I meet her eyes, her beautiful eyes, now filled with tears. A couple of people around us notice our little confrontation and look on in curiosity. My chest aches and before I can think of something to say, her face shifts.
"This is the friend you decided to make Al?" she spits out. Is it wrong that I think she looks even prettier when she's angry? She directs her gaze toward me. "Bite me Malfoy, I was giving you a chance. Now I see that my family was right, you don't deserve one," she says coldly and turns, walking away.
At this point, most of the table is intently watching the drama unfold. Oh crap, what just happened? Why on earth did I say that? I start beating myself up mentally. I watch her walk away, and I swallow hard. At least I have Al. I look back at him, and he smiles at me. I decide that now, with all eyes glued to us, was not the time to question him about everything that has happened.
We ate dinner, which was filled with laughter about what had happened, and random pats on the back from older students. Every once in a while, I look down the table to see Rose, who was smiling now with a blonde-haired girl. After dinner, all of the Slytherin first-years were being guided by fifth years or Prefects, as they called them.
When we arrive at the Slytherin Common Room in the dungeons, I catch Rose's eyes again. For a second, I see kindness, but it's gone in an instant. Hurt, anger, and embarrassment filled her gaze and she sneered.
Without thinking, I shout, "Remember weasel, I don't want to get some kind of illness so keep your distance." Her cheeks blossom to a bright pink, and her eyes throw daggers. "As if I'd slum around with the likes of you Malfoy," she growls and then storms up the steps, toward the girls' sleeping chambers.
Everyone around us is whispering and looking between the two of us. "Come on Scorp, let's get the first pick on beds," Al says and ushers me along. He is smiling and running up the steps and I follow suit behind him. None of the guys had made it to the bedchamber yet, so Al and I set up our belongings next to one another. I remember everything that happened earlier and decide that now is a good time to ask.
"Hey Al," I start, hesitantly, and he looks toward me, sensing my change in demeanor. "I've been wondering about a couple of things…did you know that I was a Malfoy when we were on the train?" I say, not allowing my gaze to meet his. Albus shifts and sits down on his bed. "Yeah, I knew who you were," he says quietly. "Your family, they don't define my opinion about you," he explains, and I finally allow myself to look straight at him. I start to smile, and he smiles back at me. Sitting back on my bed, the only thought that pops into my mind is about Rose.
"One more thing, why don't you like Rose?" I say, trying to seem like I don't care about her. Cause I don't, or I shouldn't. He stiffens and looks down, "We are best friends and cousins. She sometimes gets on my nerves and before we left, she sided with everyone else in the family. She didn't stick up for me." He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Also, she followed me. I told her about the Sorting Hat too." He says dejectedly. "Thank you for saying something to her, now she'll understand that she made a mistake." He finishes and turns away. I hear footsteps outside and other boys join us in the room. I turn away from Al and decide that he's had enough to deal with today.
All of the other boys' scramble to set up their belongings and chat amongst themselves, as if sensing that Al and I aren't up for chatting tonight. When everyone was finally in bed with the lights off, my mind wandered back to Rose. What have I started with her? But more importantly, what are these feelings I have for her?
Author's Note: I know it's a bit long, but I wanted to give a solid foundation for Al & Scorp's friendship. Review! Tell me if you like this take or if you'd like to see a different side of Scorp. (Hint: there will be a time skip in the next chapter)