Summary: Scorpius Malfoy had no problem living his life the way he had for the first seventeen years; alone. But that suddenly changes one day when he is healed by a mysterious beauty. He finds himself unable to rid her of his mind, as she invades his every thought. Scorpius realizes he cannot continue without knowing her, and decides to pursue Rose Weasley. Rose, never having known anyone like Scorpius, quickly becomes intrigued by him. They both knew it would only be a matter of time before something happened, but they find themselves unable to stop... Are two star crossed lovers able to over come their families past, and find love in each other?

Author's Note: Before reading this I would just like to tell you about certain aspects of the story. First off, because this is a next-generation story and not much is said about those characters, I am of course giving them their own personalities and stories. That being said, I have noticed many next-generation stories where the children are very much alike to their parents, but that is notthe case with this story. I have given each character some unique and new qualities, and I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: The rating for this story is 'M' because of explicit swearing, violence, and sexual content. The pace of the relationship in this story is quite slow, but steady, and I promise that it will get good and juicy with time. I have made a couple changes that some might consider 'drastic', so I thought I would just state them now, to prevent anyone from getting upset midway through the story. One of the more major changes; Rose Weasley was born a year younger than Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, but is in the same year of school as them. Also instead of Lily Potter being one year younger than Albus, she is two, which puts her in her fifth year along with Hugo Weasley. Another thing that I have changed is the holiday breaks that the Hogwarts students are allowed, I have added two extra short breaks, so I can get in more time with their families. Throughout the story you might notice that I have tweaked and changed little things, but those are the only two major adjustments I have made so far. I will keep you all updated with any other vital changes I add as the writing and posting continues.

I started writing this story in the fall of 2015, and I am pleased to say that it is completely and totally finished! I am not going to state how long the story is, as I don't want to ruin the surprise for anyone who chooses to read along as I post. I will say, however, this tale is quite lengthy. Each chapter is about 3,000 words, some a tad bit shorter and some got to be much longer. I plan on posting every other day but this might be impossible some days, as life does indeed happen. I have the idea and motives to write a sequel to this story, but we will see if it is wanted later on. One last thing, I just thought I would let you guys get into my head a little, and so as for Scorpius I picture him looking like a mixture of these five men; Andre Hamann, Chris Hemsworth, Kellan Lutz, Luke Bracey, and Alex Pettyfer. Finally, I hope you enjoy the story! Reviews are always enjoyed and welcomed.


She loved him. She was deeply and unconditionally in love with him. He knew it, everyone knew it. The problem was he didn't love her. She knew it, everyone knew it. He was sure he could never love her, he could never love anyone.

Scorpius Malfoy was incapable of love, simple as that. Therefore he felt bad for Catalina Goldberg, he honestly did. She was forced to constantly share his presence, watching the man she cherished from a distance, and he couldn't do anything to stop from hurting her. So, as Scorpius lifted his head and immediately met eyes with Catalina, he felt a familiar guilt weighing heavily on him. He could see the sadness in her brown eyes, and the pain in the smile she forced. He quickly looked away, just in time to see Chandler Goldstein clumsily drop his syrup drenched waffles onto his lap. Scorpius chuckled quietly into mug, as he brought it up to sip his morning coffee, causing his neighbor to look his way, a huge grin on his face.

"You saw that too? Oh man, this is going to be one of the easiest games I have ever played. We basically have them in the palm of our damn hands." Luciano Zabini rolled up the thick sleeves to his Quidditch uniform, happy as a boy could be.

Scorpius rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee again. "Right now isn't the time for cockiness, Luciano. We haven't defeated them yet and I don't need you slacking. I don't want to face the humiliation that comes with being defeated by Ravenclaws."

He heard a scoff, and Scorpius was nudged by a bony elbow. "No worries mate, Slytherin hasn't lost a game to Ravenclaw in five years! Not to mentioned Slytherin hasn't lost a game at all since you have been captain." Luciano shoveled his own breakfast into his mouth with an unbeatable speed, chewing loudly.

"Yes, and the only reason Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup the past three years is because I keep my players modest. We have a real good chance of winning today but we must not assume we will win. Go that, Zabini?" The blonde watched his sloppy friend nod, as he stood up, grabbing his bag. "Good, now I want you down in the locker room in five minutes. A minute late and I'll have you replaced."

Luciano ignored his friends serious tone, and threw him a lopsided grin. "Like bloody hell you will. You and me both know I am the best damn chaser this school has seen in years." Scorpius turned and began walking away, ignoring the ignorant comment.

"Five minutes!" Scorpius yelled back, not bothering to turn around, shaking his head as he chuckled. He paused at the end of the table, telling the others on the team to be to the locker room soon, who responded with much more enthusiasm.

Scorpius walked down the cool halls in the castle he grew up in. He peeked out the tall stone windows, admiring the faded green grass and the decaying cedar trees. It was an altogether perfect day for Slytherin's first autumn game; the air was warm with a cool breeze, the sky a clear blue. Scorpius walked onto the field, looking all around, adoring the beautiful Scottish land. He closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath, and could smell the fresh flowers beginning to flourish.

When he entered the Slytherin Quidditch room, he saw his younger players adding on their extra layers, a terrified look peaking their faces. "Nervous, Montgomery?" Scorpius teased the sixth-year boy, seeing his hands tremble slightly as he strapped on his arm guards. He smirked to himself as he finished dressing, and impatiently waited for the other two seventh-years to show. Zoee Higgs and Luciano arrived, with seconds to spare, "hurry your late arses up. We need to talk before show time."

Zoee Higgs was the only female on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and was twice as ruthless as any other keeper Scorpius had ever seen. She had sandy black hair, and was almost as tall as Scorpius. Zoee was known for her bluntness and straightforward personality. "Oh come on, Scorpius, we have heard your bloody speech millions of times. Save us the torture and let us go crush those know-it-all's. I've been itching to play all summer!" Scorpius was use to Higgs' immature comments, and although the two weren't very close, she was his only female friend.

"Just finish getting ready you two," Scorpius barked at Luciano and Zoee, and stood on one of the wooden benches, though he already tower over most everyone. "You lot come here." Scorpius was pleased as the fifth and sixth-years crowded around him. "Slytherin hasn't lost a game in three bloody years, and I'll be damned if we let those eagles take that away from us. This team is indestructible, as long as we keep our heads clear. When we go out on that field you must think of only Quidditch, allow nothing else to enter your mind." Scorpius saw Zoee and Luciano mocking him in the far corner, and grabbed an extra shin pad, throwing it at them with force only he possessed. "Oi, you two, ten laps after the game! Now, the sky is clear and we have no reason to lose. Just get out there and give this all you have." Scorpius heard Mister Hamblin holler at them, and he ushered all them out onto the field.

It was to no one's surprise that most of the crowd was wearing a royal blue, old habits die hard, Scorpius thought. The two teams met in the middle of the monstrous field. Scorpius noticed the fear concealed faces of his team, and he had never been more satisfied knowing every Slytherin was born knowing how to mask their emotions perfectly. He was forced to politely shake the trembling hand of Anthony Goldstein, as Hamblin recited how he wanted a 'fair, clean game'. The second the screeching whistle was blown, Scorpius, along with his entire team, was hovering hundreds of feet in the air.

"Alright folks, welcome to the very first Quidditch game of 2023!" The school heard Colton Creevey's high pitched voice boom around the field. "Today we will find out if Anthony Goldstein will be able to lead his team to victory, ending Slytherin's winning streak. Scorpius Malfoy seems to have his team whipped into incredible shape though; those snakes are vicious!" Scorpius blocked out the annoying voice and set his mind clear, his eyes trained to find the little flash of gold.

The game continued on, and in an incredibly short about of time, Slytherin was ahead by hundreds of points. Luciano had managed to hit the Ravenclaws keeper, Michael Cartier, with a quaffle...twice. And Bart Willow, a Slytherin beater and the only fifth year on the team, had been able to swerve from every bludger Aliva Corner had sent his way. Scorpius was impressed with his team, but bored and aggravated, not having spotted the snitch once yet. He was flying lazy laps around the pitch, taking in everything happening.

Scorpius felt his heart speed up when he saw Robert Belby, the Ravenclaw seeker, soar forward on his broom, staring hard. But when Belby slowed down to look back at him, Scorpius knew he was trying tricks. Malfoy ran a hand through his already messy blonde hair, for a boy that was in the house of intelligence, he was foolish. Minutes passed by and Scorpius stopped, hovering in front of the Slytherin stands, surveying the game. He observed that each member of his team owned looks of determination, and was watching a quaffle fly across the field when he spotted a burst of gold. He saw the snitch!

Scorpius didn't immediately fly after it, like most would have; he was smarter than that. He watched the little gold ball buzz and zip around, and when it was on his side of the field, Scorpius took his chance. He pushed his broom forward, feeling the wind whip past him, keeping his eyes sharp. "Looks like the snitch has been spotted! Let's see if the famous Malfoy speed will come through, having yet to falter." Scorpius cursed the Creevey boy under his breath, as his loud mouth caused Belby to fly after him. Scorpius was close, so close, but he knew it wasn't going to be easy. He was flying straight towards the Slytherin stands, and realized he wouldn't be able to much longer.

When he was mere inches away from the panicked faces of his housemates, Scorpius pulled his broom up, climbing forward. He heard sighs of relief and let out his own when he saw the snitch had decided to slip forward too. He could feel someone right on his heels, but he ignored it, pushing his broom to a dangerous speed. Scorpius was now back to a normal position, in the middle of the field, and he could almost feel the snitch in his fist. Scorpius saw the bit of gold, and with a quick swipe of his hand, he held victory. "SLYTHERIN TAKES THE GLORY YET AGAIN! SLYTHERIN IS UNDEFEATABLE." The crowds erupted, cheers and groans heard throughout.

Scorpius pulled his broom to a stop, watching Luciano and Zoee smile and cheer from across the pitch. Scorpius began to lower his broom to the ground, but before his feet touched the grass he felt the impact of a thousand hippogriffs slam into him from behind. All the air in Scorpius rushed out of him, and before he had a chance to react, his body smashed helplessly into the ground, head first. Scorpius felt excruciating pain rush through his body, he felt fire engulf his brain, and could taste blood in his mouth. The entire pitch was in total silence, and after the shock wore, dozens of people began rushing to the wounded boy.

He couldn't hear anything, but Scorpius felt, he felt everything. He felt rough hands grab all over his body, and the wizard felt the ground disappear from beneath him, he felt white hot fire rush through his body, felt blood trickle down his face, he felt pain. "It hurts," Scorpius managed to cough out, blood spurting from his mouth as he did so.

"I know, I know, mate. Just hold on, we'll get you help. Don't worry." Scorpius heard Luciano's voice nearby and flinched at the loud sound. He just wanted it all to go away, for everyone and everything to just go away. Scorpius felt his body land on something soft and groaned as it pressed into his pain. He heard hushed voices, and opened his eyes to see blurs of colors passing by. He began to cough, getting rid of the blood that filled his mouth, and he immediately felt a pair of small hands pulling him up, helping him. The hands felt nice, so cold against his inflamed skin.

With great strength and pain, Scorpius reached back and managed to take hold of one of the heavenly hands. He felt the hand he held squeeze his back, rubbing his tight grip gently with a soft touch. Scorpius let out a weak sigh when he felt the other cool hand move around to his forehead, as he laid back down.

Scorpius held on to the angelic hands, his only source of pleasure, taking away his pain. He knew he couldn't let go, would never let of the magical hands.


So bright, why was it so bloody bright? Scorpius felt his head throbbing painfully and when he ever-so-slightly peeled back an eyelid, he groaned as a lantern shined brightly in front of him. Before he had a chance to close his eye again, he saw the fire dim down low. "Better," a soft voice calmly asked next to him. The voice was soothing, it was airy and light, sounding perhaps a bit childish as it was sweet, almost too sweet. With much struggle, Scorpius managed to turn his head to left and saw her.

She was a pretty brunette girl sitting in a chair close to his bed, a book in her lap, and her wand pointing to the lantern. She had a comfortable smile on her face, one that reassured Scorpius, more than he would have liked to admit. Scorpius felt she looked vaguely familiar, but couldn't place a name to her. He said nothing as he looked back at his body, and saw the bandages that covered himself. He could feel her eyes on him, daring him to look back at her. They were blue, not a normal sky blue, but the green blue color of the ocean.

"What happened?" Scorpius asked, his voice croaky and dry. He didn't miss the flash of concern in her blue orbs, and he watched as she set her wand and book down on the table next to his bed.

"Don't remember, Mister Malfoy?" He heard an old honey voice echo throughout the hospital wing. Scorpius rolled his head to the side and saw Healer Strout standing at the end of his bed, hands of her hips, hard eyes locked on the damaged boy. "You took a nasty fall, hundreds of feet. You dislocated your left shoulder, broke two ribs, and had minimal head trauma. You'll be fine soon enough, I do want you to rest here one more night, though. Do you hear me, Mister Malfoy?" Scorpius did his best to wobble his bandaged head for her, grumbling under his breath. "Alrighty now, let's get that shoulder of yours back in place, shall we? You've left me a mountain of paperwork, boy." Scorpius merely rolled his eyes and took and agitated deep breath.

"Rose dear, could you go grab me the numbing cream." The aged women said, addressing the small witch next to him. He watched the petite form float out of his sight, wondering who in Merlin's name she was and why she was helping the Healer. Scorpius had Strout helping him sit up, and groaned out as an aching pain shot across his back. "Now we've already healed your rib fractures and took care of your head, but we need you awake in order to fix your shoulder here." Ivory bandages covered his bare torso, and a cool breeze drifted across his upper back. The brunette girl appeared again, and when she tried handing a bright green tube to Strout, she was denied. "No, you're more than capable of this, Rose."

"Ma'am, are you sure?" Scorpius heard the tiny voice breath out. In of the corner of his eye he inquisitively watched her tense slightly, and saw slim fingers tighten around the tube. The blonde boy's mind reeled as he tried to think through his pain, he knew he had heard that silvery voice before.

Healer Strout nodded, adjusting Scorpius so he was further from his pillows, his back facing the girl. "Yes, dear. You've healed bones thrice as strenuous, I am positive you can do this." He watched the wrinkled face smile softly down behind him.

Seconds later a gasp left his mouth as he felt a familiar frosty hand atop his shoulder, his body involuntarily leaning into the heavenly touch. He felt the whisper of her words caress across his nude back when her soft voice spoke next, "you won't feel a thing." After the bandages were removed, dainty hands were spreading a cool salve upon his back and up his shoulder. She was massaging his rough alabaster skin when his eyes drooped down and he breathed heavily. Grey eyes snapped open when he felt the angelic touch leave him. He turned his head to the side and saw doll-like fingers wrap themselves around his upper bicep, moments later the loud 'pop' of his bone readjusting was heard throughout the silent hall.

The grip on his arm was dragged down to his wrist, and the young witch maneuvered his arm in all directions. "How does it feel", he heard her whisper against his neck. The tiny hairs all over Scorpius' body stood up and a shiver wracked his spine. 'Who the hell is she?' he angrily thought to himself.

Scorpius cursed himself when he realized the witches were waiting for his response. "Fine," his rough voice reply. As the godly girl helped him lay again he tried catching a good glimpse of her, but his attention was pulled to Strout, who was handing him several potions. His heavy lids closed unwillingly after a few moments, and Scorpius was whisked into a peaceful sleep, filled with dreams of the divine beauty with glorious hands.