Hey guys, i'm back! So here's my new fanfic; Scorminique obviously! This is from Scorp's POV and it's basically how Scorpius is portrayed in the Roleplay i admin. Have fun, chapter 1.
I hate waiting around; one thing you'll learn about me is I'm very impatient. I'm just sat on my trunk waiting for my Father to come tell me it's time to leave. I'm still annoyed that my Mother wouldn't let me go to Durmstrang; instead I have to go to bloody Hogwarts. I've been told one thing to look out for while I'm there, and it's also the thing I have to stay away from: Weasley's. More specifically, Dad has told me to look out for red hair and to keep away. They're bad news he said; and here was me thinking Malfoy was a death eater family. I've also been warned that if I'm not placed into Slytherin I'm not coming home for Christmas. Malfoy is a Slytherin family, and since I'm Scorpius Malfoy, I presume I need to uphold that tradition. Ignore the name; it's another tradition that the Black family name their children after stars and constellations, and since my Gran, Narcissa, was originally a Black the Malfoy name will now follow the same tradition; and since I'm the only Malfoy of my generation, looks like that lies in my hands. What the hell, I'm 11 years old; I don't need to worry about tradition and all that baloney. As soon as I get on the train to Hogwarts at 11am from Kings Cross station I'm going to keep myself to myself, stay away from red-heads and ignore owls from mum and dad as much as I can.
"Scorpius, we're ready to leave now. Make sure you've got your robes in a separate bag to your case as you'll need to get changed on the train." Why does she sound so bloody cheerful? Oh wait; she gets rid of her only child today; that's why. I hate flooing; why can't dad get over the fact that it's 2017 and most wizards have Muggle cars now. When we finally get to London it's only 10:35 meaning we have enough time to get to the train station. This is the fun part; trudging a trunk through London because magic isn't allowed in the Muggle world, meaning no levitation or lightweight spells. Yeah there was sarcasm in the word 'fun'. Fortunately enough, mum doesn't want me to use all my energy, so she's made dad carry the trunk and I can't help but laugh. Finally we've arrived at Kings Cross, now to find the platform. You can already see loads of kids turning up, pushing carts with trunks on, carrying cages with pets in and checking their bags to make sure they've got their wands and robes. I wasn't allowed a pet, mainly because Dad has an owl which he said can be used, mums allergic to cats and who the bloody hell would want a toad? Yeah I take that back, some kid just walked past carrying a fat one.
"There son, that's who you should stay away from," I hear my dad say, pointing in the direction of 4 people walking up platform ten. 3 of them are red-heads, including the two kids and one a brunette, which was the mother.
"Weasley's; bloody waste of magic if you ask me," dad muttered earning an elbow to the gut from mum and a chuckle from me.
"Nobody asked you, Draco," she replied rather loud which turned the heads of the family dad pointed out. The girl is pushing a cart and she looks around my age; there's one to stay away from. 10:55; crap. Speeding up as soon as we saw the entrance to platform 9¾ we went through the wall at the same time before dad loads my trunk and looks down at the platform.
"Blimey, there are loads of them starting this year, at least 4, plus the ones already there," he said scowling to himself. I'd given up listening to him and had made my way onto the train without even saying goodbye to either mum or dad. Surely there can't be that many Weasley's starting school this year; well I suppose I'll find out at the sorting won't I.
Whoever said train rides were fun has never been in my position; I'm already in my robes because I was so bored sat in a compartment on my own I decided I'd take a walk. I'm three carriages along the train and I've only spotted 2 red heads, and I guessed they were Weasley's because they were together, one of them being the girl from the platform earlier. Dad was clearly over exaggerating when he said half the school would be full of Weasley's. I'm bored now and I wanna sit down, preferably with other first years so better find someone soon.
"You look lost, can I help you out?" I hear a voice from behind be and I spin around to see blonde; my first thought is thank god it's not a Weasley; my second is how pretty this chick is.
"Err… Sort of; where's the first years carriage again?" stupid question I've just been there, but she was already walking past back the way I came; her hips were swaying and it was entrancing, her mid-back blonde hair was flowing with her movements and it took me a while to realise she'd stopped walking outside a compartment. I looked in and there was a blonde chick – she was hot too – and a brunette kid. Thank god, no Weasley's in here.
"Dominique, this is another first year. I thought you and Al might be able to become acquainted with him?" the older blonde spoke up amidst the silence; I noticed a small badge pinned to her robes with a P on it. P for Prefect I'm guessing.
"Sure, Vic," the one named Dominique replied with a smile. Why did that smile look so devious?
It could be worse; I could be sat in awkward silence with two Weasley's. Well I wouldn't say it was silent, more me staring out the window while Dominique – preferably known as Dom – and Al play wizard snap.
"Want one?" I heard a voice mutter while I was in a world of my own. I turn to see Dom holding out a chocolate frog box towards me. Her eyes are trained on mine and I'm not proud to say I got lost in them for a moment or two; wide and pearly blue staring straight into my small and grey ones. I hesitate but take the chocolate and thank her. I stare out the window again for a while before hearing the compartment door clatter open. Two boys, older than us all, stood blocking the entrance. One of them had dark brown hair and was averagely tanned; the other had light brown hair and was dark-skinned. For the amount of complaining my dad did I was expecting at least one Weasley to show up at the compartment. The two boys, who I now know are called James and Fred – or Freddie as Dom called him – chatted to Al and Dom, taking some of their frogs and sugar quills before walking off.
"You never told us your name," Dom said after a couple of minute's silence.
"Sorry, my name's Scorpius," I muttered – I didn't hate my name, but it was a dead give-away to my heritage.
"That's a cool name! Can I call you Scorpion or Scorpio?" Dom grinned at me. She had an amazing smile but those words coming out her mouth just sounded wrong.
"Scorpius is fine or Scorp for short," I reply, forcing a slight smile at the girl.
The train came to a stop and I was still surprised I'd barely seen any Weasley's; dad was obviously wrong thinking so many were starting this term. Yeah, seriously, I don't do boats; now I have to sit in one with Al and Dom for like 30 minutes to cross this lake and I feel like I'm about to keel over. I was glad when we got back to solid ground and even if it was nearly a thousand steps from the boat house to the castle, it was better than being on water. I take that back actually, that climb killed me and most of the first years actually. I'm surprised Dom is still standing, she looks so fragile but yet she's bouncing around like she can run a marathon – whatever one of those are. She didn't even notice the three lads gawking at her; she was too busy talking to Al, a Weasley – much to my dismay – and a dark skinned girl. I'd go over but there was a Weasley, so instead I just kept my gaze forward when the short ass teacher turned up – yeah it's a goblin, but I'm 11, cut me some slack. He explained about the sorting, told us the different houses and what would happen after we'd been sorted into our houses as well as the points system.
The great hall was just how mum and dad explained it; the enchanted ceiling, the floating candles, five tables - seated at one was the teachers – and the tapestries along the walls. Is that a hat? Seriously I'm not putting some raggy old hat on my head! Alphabetical order; I can deal with that I suppose. A.. B… C… bloody hell this is taking ages. L… M… here we go.
"Malfoy, Scorpius." Ah crap. The whole hall went silent around me and looked forwards at me, now was not the time for me to be placed into Jigglypuff! Well here goes nothing; the stool was uncomfortable and the thought of this hat being placed on my head was making me queasy. I didn't even feel it touch my hair when I heard it scream 'Slytherin' across the hall. Well I feel better now at least and knowing food was only a few letters away made things even greater.
"Potter, Albus Severus." I think the person sat across from me doesn't like me anymore; nothing to do with the fact I sprayed pumpkin juice all over her. I have to see who the bloody hell that name belonged to and pat him on the back for braving Hogwarts. Wait, Potter; where have I heard that name before? Yeah, my dad said stay away from Weasley's and Potters; great more people to stay away from.
Hang on a minute that's Al from the train, meaning he's a Potter; would that mean Dom's a Potter as well? No don't they look anything alike, well she's not been up yet. Maybe she's a Zabini; that would explain the slight tan she has. She can't be a Weasley, she's blonde for starters and she's hot; I'd not be able to admire her because of her name sake! Well I won't need to worry about that anyway; she'd be in Gryffindor with the rest of the Weasley's. I watch in horror – for what seems like hours – for the hat to place Albus Severus Potter; clearly it couldn't make its mind up. Clearly from the uproar around us and the silence from the rest of the hall, he'd been put into Slytherin. But I was focusing on the blonde chatterbox grinning like a fool at the guy making his way towards me and sitting beside me.
"Thank god we met on the train, I actually know someone that way," he muttered taking a drink of his water. I just stared at him in shock; he was a Potter and he didn't care I was a Malfoy. What is this voodoo?
"Weasley, Dominique," ah crap.
Hope you guys are liking it so far, more soon (: