His steel and molten grey eyes shine with the light of the old arched windows which held Septembers last sunny days. He blinked and his long eyelashes touch his slender cheek which was pale as if he'd never seen the sun. His pointed cheekbones and chin were his most dominant features which stood out and it's what make the girls sigh with wanting, the way he clenched his jaw and it would work the muscles harshly. His lips frowning with the sight before him as if he was angry or frustrated with it. The standard uniform looked bespoke upon his sturdy and toned frame his white oxford shirt crisp and clean; his tie glistening slightly in the light the silver and green adding to his light complexion. The only out of place feature on him was his stark blonde hair dissimilar to his perfectly placed uniform which was ruffled like he had just awaken from sleep and hadn't the time to fix it. It fit him the slight disheveled part of the appearance, even from here she could she how he kept his wand clean and free from and finger marks. He was boring she thought there was nothing remotely interesting about him as plain and parchment.

"Can I help you" he almost sneered keeping his voice low and gravely like it should scare her away from him

Odd. Why should I be scared of him? She coughed and regained her posture "your book"

He looked down at the herbology book they knew it was the only one in the library as the others had been taken already. "I need to borrow the book, I noticed you've finished using it?" Questioningly. Yes polite, my mother would be proud.

"Oh. Well" he spluttered. Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds before he slammed the book shut and almost threw it at her. "123" he said in an annoyed tone.

She caught it, "what?"

"The page you want for the herbology essay is 123" he looked back down at his essay and ignored her when she said "thankyou"

As plain as parchment she thought it almost made her laugh, he was a mystery not just to her but to everyone, all the girls wanted him and he just ignored them. It was unstandable though he was bloody gorgeous, almost every girl thanked merlin that he had quidditch abilities which meant he wore the snug fitted uniform and it was even better when he had worked up a sweat and stalked across the pitch off the grounds with a line of girls trotting in his wake. They never seemed to bother him they were almost invisible to him.

She turned and walked away without looking back.

She soon forgot about the encounter between all her classes and quidditch. She had never even tried to talk to him before it was like an unwritten agreement of 'you stay out of my way and I'll do the same for you' it had worked for Seven years and she intended it to continue to work.

But every now and then she would find herself wondering about the mystery of Scorpius Malfoy.

Scorpius sat at his desk writing to his mother Astoria about his first month back at school he had discarded his heavy school robe and it lay on his bed along with his tie and school shirt he was now wearing a black muggle hoodie and light blue muggle jeans. He found comfort in muggle attire and hated the wizard of robes he was made to wear when his grandparents were home for the summer they made him itch. But they insisted that he wear that as he is a pureblood. Ugh I hate that word. He wore the muggle clothes to annoy his grand father but he wasn't allowed to wear them around Lucius cause he would have a heart attack so Scorpius doubted he'd like the fact he liked playing the guitar another muggle contraption he had brought with his trust fund he had received when he turned seventeen a 'gift' from his grandfather. He knew it was bad money and he shouldn't use it so it's mainly why he spent it on muggle stuff and gave some away to charity to annoy his grandfather.

The pause in his writing to think about his deluded family made him grip his pen slightly and then he remembered that his father Draco is still trying to make his image better for his family. He did so many good things from charity fundraisers and balls to helping the ministry battle wizarding homelessness and helping the department of magical creatures enforce better laws and giving them equal rights like we wizards much to the chagrin of Lucius who hated Draco trying so hard.

He calmed himself slightly sighed and finished he eloquently written letter to his mother with his neat and precise signature.

He walked to the window where Maleficent his eagle was perched. He tied the letter to its leg in the neat green ribbon and the eagle flew off.

He flopped onto his bed and looked up at the dark mahogany wood, he flicked his wand and the dark green silk curtains closed around him. He sighed once more and closed his grey molten eyes.

Red. The colour of her hair under close inspection it had a mix of dark brown in it the colour of her mothers which darkened the red colour more considerably the the rest of her unlucky cousins and her brother who had gained the unlucky bright ginger colour. She had inherited her mother's unruly bushy hair until she turned 14 where it evened out and became straight and glossy much like her aunties. Her rosy complexion was smothered in freckles which extenuates her blushed cheeks and pink full lips which held the most perfect Cupid's bow of which you want to kiss. He's had a button nose which made he look young and almost child like the innocence held there always struck him. Her eyes where that of her fathers a bright blue the colour of the Bluest sea so strong and full of emotion. A smile always tugging at her lips as she enjoyed all of her company from her enormous family to her small group of friends she was always so happy, always so perfect with the curvy body and petite nature. He sighed and rubbed his face knowing he shouldn't be thinking of her she's almost forbidden to someone with his last name a spawn of a death eater but it didn't stop him from thinking about the beautiful and mesmerising Rose Weasley. The intelligent and enthralling girl who captivated his every thought.

Tap tap tap.

She is tapping her quill on her desk deep in thought about the ten inch essay Mcgonagall was about to set. Friday. That's when I can do it if she set it today I could do it on Friday and they rest of the weekend will be free. That was only if professor Harveen doesn't set a essay on the 12 properties of dragon's blood. She was ripped out of her thoughts with his aggregated cough "stop!"

She looked up and Scorpius was peering at her his eyes glaring and unforgiving. She quickly felt her cheeks heat at the prospect of someone telling her off, She turned away from him, frowned and shut out Mcgonagall telling everyone about the essay she was setting. What crawled up his arse and got stuck there.

She dropped my head and let hair fell across her blushed face hiding her embarrassment from any curious eyes. Zoning back in on the class She pulled her diary from her school satchel and scribbled a quick note about the essay under the days date.

Ring! Ring!

Her quill fell from my hand and landed on her work, "Evansco" she muttered and the forming ink blot disappeared. She removed the tip from the quill and put it safely inside the ink bottle and silently shoved all of her belongings into the satchel. She stood from her chair gracefully looked around as if she was searching for him. She relaxed her back when she saw he had left already her grip loosens on her satchel and she moved out of the classroom.

He rounded from behind the big curtain with was at the back of the room next to the desk where he sat, it was a regular occurrence that he waited after class to avoid the onslaught of girls that always followed in his wake. He walked towards the door and place his expressionless face mask on and forced himself out of the door.