Chapter 1
Who's the new Head Girl?!
"Fuck, these little brats are so bloody infuriating!" exclaimed a tall, blonde seventh year angrily.
The first years ran around the Hogwarts express excitedly, much to the annoyance of Scorpius Malfoy. He was certain that he was never THAT irksome as a first year student! Scorpius trudged on down the train, pushing aside first year students, and carried on towards the carriage at the end of the train where the Prefects, the Head Boy and the Head Girl sat. Well, it was only natural the he, the great Scorpius Malfoy, was Head Boy. I mean, who else would it be? Albus Potter? Ha! Scorpius was the smartest, the funniest and- of course- the sexiest student that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizordry had ever seen. It was in his blood to be a leader.
"They're not that bad Scorp, some of them are all right- the quiet ones" chuckled a soft voice from behind him.
It was Lucien Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin in the same year as Scorpius. He was tall, heavily built and surprisingly smart. With the exception of Lucien, I was rare for Scorpius to have friends- to be honest; he never had time for the idiots who flocked around him, wanting in on his glory.
Girls want him, guys want to be him.
"Where are you off to then Parkinson?" sneered Scorpius. Not that there was anything to really sneer about… it's just that there are so many people worth looking down upon that it had become a habit.
Lucien had a snappy comeback ready, on the tip of his tongue (he'd gotten used to Scopius' snobbish tone after almost 7 years of being friend with him), but at that moment, the compartment door at the end of the train opened and a nosey Gryffindor prefect poked her head round the door.
"Malfoy!" she called irritably. "We're waiting!"
Scorpius looked begrudgingly at the empty space where the Gryffindor's head had just been. After shouting loudly after him, she returned back into the carriage. With an exasperated look towards Lucien, Malfoy moodily marched away. Scorpius wondered who the new Head Girl would be… Hopefully some pretty seventh year in a short skirt… maybe a girl a gorgeous as him? Instantly, he shoved that thought away- no one was a gorgeous as him. He was tall, around 6ft 4; had flawlessly even white teeth and a straight, unbroken nose. His platinum blonde hair was perfectly out of place (he liked to look a little rough and ready) and he had a pair of beautifully mysterious grey eyes.
No doubt about it: he was stunning.
Sorpius reached the end compartment and slid the stiff panelled door aside. He sauntered in carelessly and slouched down into an empty seat. There were seven other people in the carriage; two Hufflepuff prefects, two Gryffindor prefects, two Slytherin prefects, yet only one Ravenclaw prefect. The head girl was not present, either, by the looks of it. Scorpius turned slowly to the lonely, uncomfortable looking fifth year student sat directly opposite him. She shifted uneasily under his gaze.
"Don't worry, I won't bite" he laughed seductively. The girl was now blushing a furious, beetroot red whilst staring down at her untidy shoes. Scorpius loved to tease. "Not unless you want me to, that is-"
"Scorpius! That is enough! You're frightening the poor girl! Who'd want to be bitten by you, anyways, they'd probably turn into a vampire!" shrieked the Gryffindor fifth year who had called him into the compartment not five minutes earlier. She was one of the few girls that attended Hogwarts who seemed to have immunity to his dazzling good looks and charm. Lily Potter, the sister of his archenemy (whom he won the Head Boy badge from!), Albus Potter.
"I just wanted to ask where her little friend had gone off to, I mean, the poor girl looks awfully… lonely." He said silkily, winking provocatively at the Ravenclaw fifth year. He swore that she was close to fainting!
"He's off to fetch the Head Girl, no doubt she's forgotten all about the meeting" sighed Lily.
Right on cue, a chubby, brown-haired Ravenclaw entered that compartment followed by a tall seventh year. She had flaming locks of auburn hair, unblemished ivory skin and mesmerizing azure eyes. For a second, Scorpius Malfoy forgot who he was. He forgot everything and everyone; all that mattered were those burning azure eyes…
That was, until he remembered who she was.
"Y-Y-You!" he stuttered. Scorpius jumped up heatedly and stared at the smug Gryffindor who stood in the doorway to overcrowded compartment.
"Yes, Malfoy- well done- it's me!" she exclaimed in a tone heavily coated with sarcasm and mock surprise.
He brushed off the insult and turned his stormy grey eyes towards Lily Potter. Scorpius was ready to explode, how could she not have told him?!
"How the FUCK," he spat "did Rose Weasley make Head Girl?!"