He could feel dark green eyes beating into the back of his head. Scorpius was of course use to this, as he received this 'stare down' every morning. He didn't even need to lift his head before he knew that Albus Potter was, yet again, attempting to deliver some soft of pain onto him with his beady eyes. Scorpius looked up and looked at Albus with his most hate filled glare, the one he reserved specially for the Potter-Weasley clan, and all their brainless followers.
Scorpius thought it was stupid. What would people honestly accomplish by being friends with those twits? Samples of stupid trinkets before they came out or spots on the quidditch team, he supposed. Not that mattered, as Slytherin had won the house cup the past four years. The idiots thought that being friends with ex-war hero's offspring actually placed them higher above then the rest, which of course it didn't. But if it genuinely helped them sleep better at night, and kept them off his back, Scorpius was all for it.
He knew he shouldn't be critiquing the goody-two-shoes, because Scorpius too has several friends that only liked him for his family connections. Scorpius had an ample amount of friends, but at least a dozen of them were only there because they respected what his parents and grandparents and even great grandparents did. And that was also the reason many people weren't on a friendly level with him.
Albus stared back at him with an equal level of bitterness burning from his gaze, but looked away when someone sat down next to him. It sort of shocked Scorpius how fast Albus' look changed. He was expressing such affection and kindness you wouldn't believe that two seconds ago he owned such a foul look. The only time he ever was so pleasant was when he was with her, Rose Weasley.
"If you keep that ugly look on your face for much longer you might get stuck like that, mate." Scorpius rolled his eyes at the Irish accented boy and moved his sight of vision onto him. Bartley Nott was one of his long time friends, with a horrible sense of humor and cockiness for days. Bartley was staring back at Scorpius a smirk on his face and a twinkle of amusement in his blue eyes.
Scorpius scoffed, "And if you keep telling me how ugly my face is I will tell Melinda about that tall blonde fifth year I saw in your bed last night." He said every word with a serious look on his face, and their was no telling what the unpredictable Scorpius Malfoy would do. Everything with Scorpius was a game of risk, he had a sense of mystery and rebellion that kept you on your toes.
"Alright, alright." Bart chuckled and put up his hands in surrender, "I, along with every single young lady in this school, admit that I think your face is gorgeous." There was a rumble of light laughter heard throughout the table and Scorpius rolled his eyes yet again, giving up on Bartley.
"So we have practice on the field tonight, right boss?" said Alfred Macnair. He was another one of Scorpius' close friends, and his number one Chaser. Scorpius was the captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, and had been since third year.
"Yes, so you better all have your scrawny asses down on the field at seven thirty on the dot." Scorpius said in his 'I-am-shit-serious' voice, which he used often. Several groans were released, but he wasn't surprised at his teams lack of enthusiasm. He bit into the last piece of butter covered toast on his plate and wiped his mouth politely before standing, grabbing his bag, and walking out of the Great Hall, with four or five of his closer friends in tow.
The day seemed to pass slow like molasses, or at least for Scorpius. In each of his classes he positioned himself so he could stare longingly through the bright windows, and yet still look like he was deeply engaged in whatever boring class he was in. Scorpius knew he didn't have to try very hard, he was always the top students in all his classes, well second behind the bookworm Weasley. School was one of the many things that came easy to Scorpius and he didn't have to try very hard to stay where he was academically.
When he was younger, and more naïve, his goal was to be the top in all his classes. This proved to be very difficult when Rose Weasley was in all of your classes. For awhile he tried beating her, but soon realized it was mission impossible, and he settled with second in his year. But he never really beat himself up because he wasn't the best, the little Weasley devoted her entire life to school and her education. Outside of school she had no life, and as long as Scorpius wanted a social life he knew he couldn't beat her.
He was pulled out of his deep thoughts when he heard his History Of Magic teacher squealed out of pleasure, due to the fact that someone was actually paying attention and had answered a question correctly. "Very good , ten points to Gryffindor!" said the tiny man in the front of the room.
Scorpius moved his eyes onto Weaslette number six, she was beaming due to the fact of her recent reprisal. Several Gryffindor's were smiling at her, but most were half asleep or doodling stupid cartoons onto their parchment. Albus, who was sitting next to Rose, whispered something in her ear and nudged her, which caused Rose to blush furiously and smile, shaking her head.
" , would you be kind enough to enlighten us on which one of the Giant War's, between the years 1870 to 1900, was large enough to destroy half of muggle London." said the man with the squeaky voice. He obviously thought Scorpius wasn't paying attention and couldn't answer the question.
Scorpius cleared his throat, sat up a little taller, and replied in his deep voice "I am deeply sorry sir, but I cannot do that." Scorpius saw the triumph light up in the little man eyes, but before he could open his mouth Scorpius kept on talking. "You see sir, I cannot do that due to the fact that there was not one Giant War which destroyed half of muggle London, but two. The war of 1888 and the war of 1897."
Scorpius leaned back in his chair, a huge smirk on his face, along with every Slytherin in the room. He could see the Professor was quite frazzled by Scorpius' shocking reply.
And after the little man checked a few of his books and cleared his throat he said "Ah, um yes, . It seems you are correct." Scorpius received a clap on the back from Bart, and the class went on with the professor looking slightly put out, like a child that didn't get the toy they wished for on Christmas.
A cool breeze encased Scorpius, causing him to pull his thick and expensive coat tighter around him. He was on his way down to the Quidditch pitch, after eating dinner and going back to his room to change into uniform. It was mid November, and the chill of the winter was just beginning to creep into the atmosphere. This was his favorite time of year, but he could not for the life of him tell you why.
When he go to the field he was happy to see six boys dressed in rugged Slytherin green uniforms. Scorpius' smile quickly faded though, when he saw seven other teenagers standing some distance away from them. As he go closer, Scorpius realized the group was the Gryffindor's Quidditch team, and their captain looking extremely enraged.
"What the hell Malfoy?" the youngest Potter son yelled at Scorpius. "You bloody well know that we have the field booked for tonight." Albus was striding towards Scorpius now, broom in hand and team in tow. This wasn't the first time the pitch was double booked, and Scorpius was beginning to think that Madam Hooch was getting too old to be the one in charge of scheduling the practices.
"Well hello to you too Potter. It seems that you are poorly mistaken. The pitch is clearly booked for the Slytherins tonight, not that we really need practice though." Scorpius' cockiness was evident with each word that came from his pretty lips.
Albus' face turned red "No, Malfoy, we booked the pitch for tonight weeks ago, and were not gonna let you snakes come and take it from us!"
"How daft do you have to be? I am going to explain something to you, Potter, so listen close, I don't enjoy wasting my breath on imbeciles like you. The Slytherins get the pitch the second week of every month, which happens to be tonight. So get your preppy little asses off the field and let us practice, so we can beat you yet again." Scorpius' anger was beginning to seep through his cool exterior, and hatred began to bubble up inside of him.
Albus' anger was showing too and as he spoke he slowly walked forward "The only reason you tossers won last year was because I was injured and couldn't play. You are inferior to me, and there's nothing you can do that I cannot do better!"
A large smirk slowly spread across Scorpius' face and everyone around him knew that the argument was about to take a turn for the worst, "Is that right, Potter? Is that why, not only one, but two of you girlfriends have ditched you and come running willingly into my bed? But I mean how can you blame them, no one would ever choose you over m-"
Scorpius didn't get to finish, because a large fist had made fast and hard contact with his jaw, drawing blood from his mouth. Everyone stood still, completely shocked. Albus was smirking when Scorpius spit some blood from his mouth and raised his own hand. Albus had no time to move before Scorpius' fist collided with his nose. Then... all hell broke loose.
"...insanely and completely disappointed in you two! How childish do you have to be?! Fighting over such stupid things…" Scorpius was fading in and out of what Headmistress McGonagall was saying, or rather yelling. He was sitting in a chair in front of the mean old ladies desk, with Albus in a chair to his right, and his father standing behind him.
Scorpius always spoke what was on his mind, this often go him into quarrels or fights with anyone who opposed his ideas. He had been in dozens of fights, and had been in the same chair he was in now loads of times. But this time it was different. Because no matter how many fights he had gotten into, never once had McGonagall called in his, and Albus' for that matter, father.
was standing behind Albus, looking extremely disappointed. Scorpius could not see his fathers face but he imaged it was similar. "I have delt with your petty fight for much too long now, and this has to come to an end!" McGonagall was still yelling, but seemed to be slightly less angered.
"I have called you down, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, because I clearly cannot express how serious this has gotten, and am hoping you can. If you two have one more outburst I will be forced to expel the both of you!" This got Scorpius' attention. "You two are just lucky the fight got stopped before anything too serious happened. Now I have no interest in finding out who started this fight, but the both of you are going to have to serve your punishments."
McGonagall had seemed to regained her cool, and was now walking around to behind her giant desk. She took out some folders and looked through, stopping only once to raise her thin eyebrow and look at Scorpius. After a few minutes she spoke again "Mr. Potter, you will be serving detention with Mr. Filch .And you, Mr. Malfoy, will be serving detention with Madam Ponish, in the Hospital Wing." When she told Scorpius his punishment he could swear he saw a slight smirk on her face or a twinkle of mystery in her eyes. "You boys will go to your detentions every other day for the next sixteen weeks, or until your behavior improves. Oh, and also fifty house points will be taken from Slytherin and Gryffindor." Albus looked as though he was about to protest, but a tight squeeze from his father on his shoulder shut him up.
"Now, I am going to go inform Mr. Potter and Madam Ponish about your punishments." And with that she left the room, leaving the young boys behind to deal with the wraths of their fathers.