Title: Wicked Perfection

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter or any of his offspring. They belong to J.K. Rowling who I worship along with jealously plotting how to steal Harry away from her. But, until I succeed, I merely own my laptop and my crappy headphones.

Summary: Perfection is not something born. It's something cultivated and created. Perfection is made. Perfection is a lie. It's nothing but a mask for everything sinful and wicked that lurks just beneath the surface. Rose Weasley, Albus Potter, and Scorpius Malfoy are perfect. Except when they're not.

Warnings: Mentions of incest, drugs, underage sex, underage drinking, cutting, strong language

Rating: M

Words: 2703

Wicked Perfection

Prologue

Rose remembered the last time that she had seen her best friend in the entire world. It had been right after Victoire and Teddy's disastrous wedding, during the Easter holiday of their fourth year. She remembered that night well and she was sure that was a day that the family would never forget. Not after that whole big reveal that James had made. That had been the night that Rose's perfect world had fallen apart.

That was night that the Potter children disappeared and went their separate ways and the careful monarchy that they had built during their years had Hogwarts had crumbled at their feet, leaving Rose and Hugo the only people pick the pieces back up from where they lay. It had been hard, but Rose had done it, as she knew she would.

She had been happy for those two years, despite missing her cousin desperately. But, at the same time, she was so very glad that he had gone away to Merlin knows where.

Oh, yes, Al and she had been so very different.

Al had been promiscuous. No, that wasn't strong enough a word. Al had been a slut. A whore. He had always been on his knees, sucking some cock or eating some girl out. It had been what defined him. That and partying and taking drugs. She couldn't remember a time when he hadn't had that coquettish smile on his face, a cigarette dangling between his long pale fingers.

And then, after the whole Wedding Incident, it hadn't been long before Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry had seen their children for what they really were.

The deadliest mix of sin.

James hadn't hesitated to destroy Victoire with his cruel words. He also didn't hesitate to remind her when he ever came around. After graduating, he had been quick to elope with Teddy and they travelled the world. Rose snorted, wondering if James' trust was going to run out yet. She was sure it was getting there.

And then the littlest Potter, 'innocent' little Lily Luna.

Rose had no idea where Lily was, but she did know that just a month after Al had disappeared, so had Lily. And the Potter Heads were keeping their mouths shut.

So, Rose had put them out of her mind, knowing them to be taboo in the Weasley-Potter Clan.

Until now.

Rose stared at the boy sitting on the edge of her bed, a little smile playing on his pale face. His hair didn't look the same. It was still long, but pulled back into a ponytail. He still wore eyeliner, but his face was without any of his numerous piercings. He looked stylish, wearing designer clothing as he had been prone to do before his sudden departure.

But, that wasn't what made a sharp pang of anger flow throughout Rose's body and alight a hidden rage. It was one simple fact. It was a simple fact that she had never been able to forget. Not when she was constantly reminded of it.

He was still so very beautiful.

"Al."

Al looked up, sharply and a wide smile spread across his face. It faltered when Rose didn't smile back.

"Rose! I missed you," the boy said as he stood up and walked forward, enveloping her into a tight hug.

Rose stood there, her arms hanging loosely by her side as she leaned into Al. Al's hold tightened briefly before he let go of her and stared down at her, his smile gone and replaced with a look of utmost confusion.

"What are you doing here, Al?" Rose asked, her question coming out as a rough bark.

Al frowned and crossed his arms, defensively. "I came back."

"Why?" Rose spat, softly.

"I got better."

Rose snorted and she walked into her beautifully decorated room. She ran hand over her armoire, pleased when she found no dust upon it.

"Just in time for Christmas, then. So, you're no longer a slut, then?" Rose challenged and she felt nothing but pleasure as Al gave her a hurt look and pursed his lips.

"I was never a slut."

Rose snorted. "Oh, please, Al. You spent more time on your knees than doing anything else. It's like you couldn't help yourself. You were a little slag."

Al sniffed.

"I see you're still a straight-laced bitch. Corset's on a bit too tight, Ro?" Al said, sharply and Rose's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.

Oh that sounded very much like the Al she had known.

"Nope. Victorian, Al, is in. You've missed a lot in your little absence. Maybe you should…go back to whatever whorehouse you crawled out of," Rose said as she sat down at her vanity and began brushing her red curls.

She looked up at Al in the mirror and a cool smile tilted her lips as Al's lower lip quivered. He was going to cry. How utterly heart-breaking. Not.

"Fine. If you don't want me here, you could've just said. I'll be going home then," Al snapped and Rose looked over her shoulder and nodded.

"You know where the door is, Al."

Al simply looked at her for a long moment before he stalked towards the door and settled his hand on the crystal doorknob. He leaned into the door for a moment before he looked back at Rose.

"I can't believe I actually missed you, Ro."

Rose shrugged. "I didn't even know you were gone."

Al sniffed and threw the door opening, storming out of the room. He darted down the steps of the London townhouse and as he walked down the hallway, he heard a voice shout out to him.

"Albus!"

Al stopped in his tracks and he turned to look at the curly haired woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She had a little smile upon her face as she looked at him and Al returned it, slowly.

"Hi, Aunt Hermione."

"Did you talk to Rose? Did she miss you?" Hermione asked, excitedly and Al gave a sad little smile, shaking his head.

"I don't think she missed me at all. I've got to go home. I'll see you Christmas day."

"Merlin, you're beautiful."

The redheaded slag giggled as he pulled her tight against his body. He grounded his hips against hers as they gyrated to the music. Large, pale hands settled on her hips, holding her tightly, as his lips brushed against the long column of her neck. He shuddered as a low moan left her pretty pink lips.

The music rattled his head, but it was good. It helped clear away all of the muddled thoughts he was having, caused by the massive amount of Firewhiskey he had had. He hoped that he had a fresh batch of Hangover Potion waiting for him. If he didn't…well, Finnigan had another thing coming to her.

And it wasn't another ride on him.

One of his hands snuck down the side of her thigh and slipped underneath the short skirt of her dress. He brushed his fingers against the inside of her thigh and she groaned. He cursed annoyed at the cheap nylon stockings that were getting in his way. He squeezed his hand past the skintight material of her dress slowly rolled down her stockings to the middle of her thigh. A long finger brushed against the silky material of her knickers. They were positively sopping.

Another tortured moan of lust escaped her mouth as she went to attack his neck. He pushed her knickers to the side, and a long finger slipped along the outer lips of the nameless girl's labia. Another whimper and he snorted as he slowly inserted his finger into her, causing her to jolt against him, slumping against his body in pleasure.

"And to think I haven't even gotten started, sweetheart," he teased.

The girl gave a breathy giggle and then her breath hitched as he slowly withdrew his finger before thrusting it back in at a steady pace. Her pants came harder and he could barely hear her cute little screams of ecstasy as he pleasured din the middle of the crowded dance floor.

"You are…absolutely disgusting."

The cool alto floated through the air and Scorpius Malfoy froze in his ministrations. He slowly withdrew himself from the girl, causing her to stumble, dazed and bemused. The Malfoy heir slowly turned to see if his ears were deceiving him and his eyes widened when he realized that they weren't.

Navy blue eyes stared into those mischievous apple-green eyes that belonged to someone that Scorpius had long thought gone. He didn't look the same. He was without all the daring piercings and the blonde streaks were long gone from his hair. It hung to his shoulders, curled around his face, and his eyes were rimmed with kohl. He looked older, of course. Of course, he was older. Two years had passed since they last had seen each other.

There was something so different about him, yet the same.

He still looked absolutely delicious in leather pants.

"Albus Severus Potter…you've returned to London."

Scorpius smoothly slid away from the panting girl whom clung to him as he moved to confront his best friend.

"Wait…I thought we…" the girl panted and Al rolled his eyes.

"Do yourself a favour, slag, and leave," Al challenged and he slowly slid up to Scorpius pressing his long, lean body against the blond whom easily placed his hands on the boy's hips as they pressed against each other.

Scorpius's lips twitched as the girl gave a scorned look and stormed off, quite obviously humiliated. Al threw his head back and Scorpius reveled in that throaty laugh that he had in all honesty missed. Al went to take a step back, but Scorpius' grip on her boy's waist only tightened. Al raised an eyebrow, but he didn't question the move. He only threw a hand over Scorpius shoulder and leaned back in Scorpius' arms, rocking his hips against Scorpius'.

"The kitten still has claws, eh?" Scorpius teased.

Al snorted. "I'm still me. But, you. You're different from two years ago. Since when did you fingerfuck girls in the middle of clubs?"

Scorpius stared his best friend in the eye. "Since you decided to up and leave without a word of goodbye. When'd you get back in London?"

Al smirked and asked, "How are you so sure that I wasn't here in London?"

"Because we looked for you," Scorpius said, quite seriously and Al's smile slipped away.

"Who is 'we'? If you didn't notice, Scor, I didn't have too many friends when I left London," Al said, sharply and Scorpius nodded, sharply.

"No. You had a line of broken hearts, simpering for your attention," Scorpius challenged and Al stiffened in his arms as he was reminded of his unsavoury past.

"Well…I've changed," Al murmured.

"I'm sure," Scorpius said, matter-of-factly.

There was no mocking in his voice, like how Ro had received his return. Scorpius only sounded greatly and Al buried his face in his friend's neck. Scorpius' arms went around Al's slim middle and he gave him a tight hug.

"Are you staying at home with your parents?" Scorpius asked.

"Yes. I should be getting home. They might think that I've had a relapse or something," Albus murmured and Scorpius looked down at the middle Potter child.

"I'll Floo you home. The Manor's being renovated, so we're staying at the penthouse," Scorpius offered and Albus shook his head.

"No, it's fine. Thanks, Scor, but I've got to go. It's Christmas and all. The first Christmas I'll be spending with the Clan in two years. Everything's going to be perfect."

Scorpius stared at his best friend with narrowed eyes. Albus may have been gone from his life for two years, but he was still the same person deep down. Scorpius could hear in the way that Albus said those last words, that they weren't his own, but something drilled into his head.

"I understand. Happy Christmas, Al."

Al smiled. "Happy Christmas, Scor. I just wanted to say that I'm back."

The green-eyed boy turned on his heel and began to move away from Scorpius. The blond's hand shot out and wrapped around Al's wrist. Al stopped in his tracks.

"Are you coming back to school?"

The words were almost completely swallowed by the slamming bass that rang through their ears, but Scorpius knew that Al had heard him from the way the boy stiffened in his grip.

"I've missed you, Scor."

With those words, Al pulled away from him and disappeared from his sight, like a ghost. It was just like two years ago, Scorpius thought, and suddenly his partying mood was replaced with a sick feeling. It was remarkably similar to that sick feeling that he had felt two years ago when he had been alerted by James that Al had left without saying a goodbye.

Scorpius felt delicate hands upon his forearms and he stared down at the girl whom he had been occupying just ten minutes before.

"Well, now that your friend's gone…"

She had once been beautiful. Ten minutes ago, that was. But, now she looked clownish, in her cheap red lipstick and oversized breasts. She wasn't worth his time anymore.

"I'm not in the mood," Scorpius grunted and he pushed her off of him, none too delicately.

The brooding teenager pushed the gyrating crowd and towards the doors of the club. As he exited into the crisp winter London air, he took a deep breath, enjoying how it felt compared to the sweltering heat that he had felt from the packed bodies.

Scorpius walked down the almost completely deserted Pleasure Alley, the entertainment and red-light district of wizarding London. He could see the occasional prostitute on their corners, but that didn't matter. He couldn't bring himself to care anymore. The boy could see the beautiful building where his mother and father probably slept, uncaring about where he was or who he was fucking.

As Scorpius exited the Alley and continued across Diagon Alley and into Haven Alley, he quickly walked past the doorman whom nodded at him. Scorpius had no care for a Squib that could only get a job as a doorman. Scorpius walked towards the fireplace in the corner of the room and took a pinch of Floo powder from the mantle. He stepped into the roaring fireplace and tossed down the Floo powder.

"Malfoy Penthouse."

The flames turned green and he began to spin as he flew up past the numerous fireplaces leading into other flats.

Scorpius jolted as he landed in his own fireplace and he stared into the parlor. He cringed when his eyes met the navy eyes of Astoria Malfoy. Her dark hair was piled atop her head in a messy bun and her silk grey dressing gown pooled around her. Her legs were curled underneath her body. She stared at him for a long moment and then, looked away, as if she were so very disappointed in him.

"Happy Christmas, Scorpius," she murmured, sounding so very much older than she actually was.

"Happy Christmas, Mum," Scorpius whispered and he slowly walked towards her, a lost look upon his face and Astoria's harsh expression softened.

Scorpius sat beside his mother on the sofa. He pressed his elbows into his knees and gave a long sigh.

"Scorpius…where have you been?"

"I…Al's back."

Astoria's eyes widened. "What?"

Scorpius looked up at his mother's expression and gave a snort, shaking his head.

"I know. That's what I thought. He's back and I think it's for good," Scorpius said, softly and Astoria nodded, in understanding.

"Is that a good thing? Is he…better?"

Scorpius resisted the urge to groan. Even his own mother was so very much aware of Al's numerous issues. It was sad to even think about it and he hoped that Al wouldn't face any scorn for his past actions as the Whore of Hogwarts as people had been prone to call him before his little excursion.

"I think so. He…seemed different. I asked him if he was coming back for good. He didn't answer," Scorpius whispered.

Astoria didn't mention how she hoped that he did, for Scorpius' sake and sanity.

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A/N: No idea why I started this new story. I think I've been watching too much Gossip Girl with my cousins. It's vaguely inspired by it, but it's going to be completely different, I assure you. I'm really excited to write it. For most, you can consider it an adult version of my series 'The Powers'. It's completely re-vamped with better writing, a better plot, and a few pesky OCs are gone, now that I'm not so squeamish about certain things and certain kinks.

Signing Off,

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