You'll never win, darling
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Dom looked bored and for some reason that annoyed Scorpius more than he would like to admit. Didn't she know that she was in a position that almost every girl in the school would envy, going to the Yule Ball with Scorpius Malfoy? Obviously not.
"Why did you come with me, Dom?" He didn't know what to expect as an answer, he suspected it could be anything from a slap to a declaration of love. No screw that, if he knew one thing it was the fact that Dominique Weasley hated his guts.
She smiled at him for a minute, "Out of everyone in the whole school, Lysander would be most jealous of you."
He could only stare at her, noting the lack of remorse in her grin and regretting every time that he told her she wasn't Slytherin enough. Then he laughed and grabbed her hand pulling her off her chair before she could protest.
She glared at him, "What do you think you're doing, Malfoy"
Scorpius just laughed again, tightening his grip on her wrist as she tried to pull it from his hand. "Believe it or not, you aren't the only one with an ulterior motive, Weasley."
She raised an eyebrow, "Do I get to find out this ulterior motive?"
They were pushing through the crowd at this point and Scorpius turned to smirk at her, "You better lower your voice, Weasley. Someone might actually think you care." He stopped completely and faced her, his faces inches from hers, "Others might think you're flirting."
He watched a blush creep up her face. Then he did something that could only be described as stupid. He kissed Dominique Weasley, in the all too crowded Great Hall, storing the fact that she kissed him back away for future blackmailing purposes.
"Come on," He whispered in her ear as he pulled away, conscious of the crowd that were now staring at him with a slightly amused, slightly shocked expression.
He was careful to nudge James Potter with his elbow as he passed and the look he communicated over Dom's shoulder said everything. It said, 'see, even your cousins can't resist me, I win.'