Title: Porcelain Heart
Rating: T
Characters: ScorpiusxOC, Albus
Summary: It's Emmaline's fourth year at Hogwarts, and the most eventful one she's had yet. Now at 14, she's become more of a distraction those around her. Except for that one Potter kid. Little does she know a certain Malfoy has his eyes on her. But all positive attention usually comes with some negative, as well.
Author's Note: Hey readers! This is my first Harry Potter story. This takes place after the epilogue while Albus, Scorpius, and Rose are fourth years. Emmaline just so happens to be in their year as well. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling's brilliant mind created the story. She is a truly amazing author. If I owned Harry Pottter, I would've bought Alan Rickman and forced him to dress as Snape and live with me. Lucky him haha xD
I sat down in the same area my friends and I took at the end of the Slytherin table. Nothing had changed so far, though it was too late to say, it being the beginning of the fourth year and all. I was feeling bored with my life. I remembered I'd have to face the same thing for 3 more years. I let out a groan, soon interrupted by the bubbly blonde next to me.
"Emmy, are you bored?" She asked concerned. I growled at her under my breath. "Well, if you are going to be grumpy maybe I'll think about sitting with someone else." She pouted and crossed her arms. I sighed. She always did this. Especially at home. Her parents would always give her the things she wanted after she threw a tantrum. Typical Slytherin stereotype she was.
"Freya, you have no one else to sit with." She looked appalled at the comment I threw at her.
"I can sit with whoever I want!" I rolled me eyes and slumped back into my chair, eagerly awaiting the arrival of my second friend. She was late, as usual.
"Anyways, I told you to call me Emmalina. Or Emma, at the least. Emmy is such a childish name." I frowned at the foolish nickname. The first years were about to be sorted when I saw my other friend make a mad dash towards the seat across from me. "What's your excuse this time, Lucretia?" I stared at the disheveled girl. Her makeup had been applied most beautifully today, yet she seemed to have run out of time and dashed out the door, tying her black waves into a messy pony-tail. Her green and silver tie hung loosely from her collar and her skirt hiked up dangerously high. The Professors wouldn't have approved.
"Well...I was unpacking and decided to look nice on the first day. And before I knew it, I was late. So I put on some finishing touches and dashed out the door." I frowned. Why was she so obsessed with looking perfect all the time? A devilish smirk appeared on her face, "Afraid of what you would do without me, weren't you?" Why did I hang out with these people?
"Yes. I have no idea what I would do without your most pleasant presence. I'd actually have to deal with Freya all by myself. And you know how unbearable that is." My voice dripping with sarcasm in the first sentence. We both giggled while Freya stared at me in annoyance. Someone may have looked at this as bullying, but it was how we showed affection to one another.
The first years had been sorted, but I ignored the whole process. It got quite boring after you're second year. I didn't notice the frightened children shakily walking towards my table. I didn't think we'd have such meek, fresh meat this year. I frowned once again. Headmaster McGonnagal had said her last words and we were treated with a flourishing feast, magically appearing on the tables in front of us. We reached in for the meal fiercely, my hand bushing against that of a boy's. I didn't care at the moment and resumed piling food onto my plate.
I felt a stare on me and look to where it came from. My eyes widened in surprise. The most despicable, horrible human being was that boy's father, and rumors were that he was even worse. Our gazes met. My eyes locked into his blank, gray eyes, my own stormy green ones questioning him. It was Scorpius Malfoy. Never has he noticed me before. Strange enough, he did just now. I shrugged it off, remembering the fact that boys were a nuisance and simply distracted me from the truth. I resumed to eat, feeling his gaze never leave.
Sorry for such a short chapter! I promise the future ones will be longer! Please review, thanks for reading! :)
