This story has been playing out in my head for awhile now because I am completely enamored with the pairing of Lily/Scorpius. And I've finally decided to get it out! I have the following two chapters done and am in the process of writing the third one. So, yay! That means updates should be fairly quick.

Fair warning: This story will have some cursing in it. They are teenagers after all, and teenagers looove to swear. This chapter doesn't have anything remotely explicit though.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has the rights to all things Harry Potter. Lucky her.

You're More than That

Prologue

A small boy with short blond hair, which was perfectly slicked back, stood nervously in line with the other first-years. Scorpius Malfoy was about to be sorted somewhere which would quite possibly determine his future for the next seven years. Of course, his future was already pre-determined. He was from a long line of Slytherins and Death Eaters. Officially, there weren't supposed to be any Death Eaters. But, there were still former Death Eaters in hiding or people who thought Muggleborns were as filthy as Muggles.

Unfortunately, Scorpius' paternal grand-parents still believed themselves to be Death Eaters. While his parents didn't condone this way of life, there wasn't much they could say or do. His grand-parents allowed them to live in Malfoy Manor after their house burned down when Scorpius was seven. When Scorpius had asked his parents why someone set fire to their house, his father simply said there were some people who would never forgive the Malfoys for what had happened many years ago. Draco and Astoria never moved out of Malfoy Manor because their jobs required them to go on many business trips. This meant Scorpius was often left alone with his grand-parents, and they always took this time to fill Scorpius' head with Death Eater nonsense.

Though Scorpius was young, he knew that his grand-parents were crazy. He wanted to prove to the Wizarding community that not all Malfoys were foul. He wanted to be good.

So, when Headmistress McGonagall called out, "MALFOY, SCORPIUS," the pale boy was a little afraid of where he would be placed. But, not letting on that he was nervous, Scorpius had an aloof expression on his face as he strutted up the steps and sat down on the stool.

Ah, another Malfoy. You are a descendant of Slytherins. The Sorting Hat said into Scorpius' mind. You have your father's wit and arrogance, but your mother's good judgment. You could be a great wizard in…

"SLYTHERIN!"

Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief as he hopped off the stool. Everyone clapped politely, but no one was surprised. He walked over to the Slytherin table, smirking, and sat down. People near to him clapped him on the back, glad to have a Malfoy among them.

He wanted to be in Slytherin because he knew he'd get a howler if he weren't. Besides, this way he could prove everyone wrong about the Malfoys and still succeed in Slytherin.

As Scorpius watched other first-years get sorted, his ears perked up when Headmistress McGonagall called out, "POTTER, ALBUS!" The name was familiar to him, and not just because the Potters were famous. Then Scorpius remembered his father telling him to be careful with the Potters and the Weasleys, that they would be the first to judge him harshly. But, staring at the nervous boy with black-rimmed glasses and jet-black hair sticking out in every which way, Scorpius had a feeling the boy was quite harmless.

After a long minute, the sorting hat finally shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" A uniform gasp echoed throughout the Great Hall. One young, red-headed boy in Gryffindor stood up and yelled, "What? That can't be!" Scorpius heard whispers at his table: "There must be some mistake" and "I don't want a Potter sleeping near me!" He glanced back at the Potter boy and almost felt bad for him as he froze in place. After Headmistress McGonagall gave him a little push, Albus slowly walked toward the Slytherin table and sat down at the end.

Once the feast ended, the Slytherin prefect, a brawly guy, called for all the first-years to file in a line behind him. "Follow closely behind me. It'll be your own damn fault if you get lost," the prefect haughtily said before walking out the Hall.

Scorpius frowned at how superior the prefect acted. But, he kept quiet against his better wishes. Reaching the Slytherin common room, Scorpius was almost certain he'd get lost walking here on many occasions. He lingered near the fireplace and was surprised to see the Potter boy standing beside him.

While he debated whether he should say something to the brunet to be polite, a skinny first-year with bad teeth rammed into Potter, almost knocking him down. "You're not wanted here," the kid hissed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Scorpius impulsively shot back, shoving the kid.

At first, the kid was outraged someone had pushed him until he saw that it was Scorpius Malfoy. "Malfoy," he said, suddenly kind, "I'm Aiden Flint. You should hang with me."

"Like hell I will!" Scorpius exclaimed, annoyed. He'd rather choose his own friends who weren't dicks. Puffing up his chest, he unexpectedly declared, "Anyone else who wishes to mess with Potter will also have to go through me!" Then he glared at everyone who, in return, gave him weird looks. Inside, however, Scorpius was smiling; being intimidating was pretty fun.

He wasn't exactly sure why he defended Potter. Maybe he felt sorry for the guy or maybe the best way to prove himself was to befriend a Potter.

The raven-haired boy quietly said, "You didn't have to do that. I can stick up for myself."

Scorpius turned and smirked. "Oh, I have no doubt. But, you're welcome." Scorpius extended his hand and said, "I'm Scorpius Malfoy."

"Albus Potter," Albus said, shaking the hand. He glanced around the dimly-lit room which was filled with velvet green décor. He hadn't actually expected to be in Slytherin, and it was overwhelming. "I don't think people are too keen on me being here."

"They'll get over it," Scorpius said, waving a dismissive hand. "Obviously the Sorting Hat knows what it's doing."

"Yeah, I guess," Albus mumbled. "I know James will throw a fit when he sees me."

"Who?" Scorpius asked.

"He's the one who stood up in the Great Hall," Albus said, chuckling softly. That part was pretty funny, he thought. "He's my brother."

"Oh," Scorpius said, "I wish I had a sibling."

"I have a sister too, Lily. She's eight. You can have her," Albus said, grinning. "Actually, you can have James too. He's annoying." He added.

Scorpius grinned as well, and was about to say something else until the brawly prefect spoke up again. "Alright, first-years, take your trunks and find a bed. You can get acquainted tomorrow."

Grabbing his trunk and hauling it up the steps, Scorpius glanced at Albus and offered, "You can sleep in the bed next to mine if you'd like."

Albus nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. "Okay," he said, grateful to have a friend in Slytherin.

Once the two boys got settled and crawled into their four-poster beds, the lights shut off. Scorpius rolled over on his side to glance at Albus, who was staring at him. "Dad was wrong about you," he quietly said.

Albus' eyebrows crinkled together as he asked, "What do you mean?"

"He said the Potters and Weasleys wouldn't like me just because I'm a Malfoy," Scorpius explained.

"I don't care you're a Malfoy," Albus sincerely stated, surprised that Scorpius' dad would say that. He had heard about the Malfoys before and they always seemed like bad people, but Scorpius had changed his mind when he stuck up for him. The two Slytherins were silent for awhile until Albus quietly said aloud, "I hope we can be friends for a long time."

Eyes closed, Scorpius had almost fallen asleep. He murmured, "Me too." Scorpius pulled the covers up to his chin and hoped for a good seven years as he drifted off to sleep.

This chapter was really short...and it will be the shortest chapter I have. I needed the prologue to introduce everything, and Lily will be introduced in Chapter 1.

Anyway, tell me what you think! I really hope you all enjoy the story! And reviews would be fantastic! They're the best way to know who's reading my story...and it doesn't hurt for motivation.