His eyes were piercing my soul. The way his silver iris' stared at me, as if trying to burn the image of them into my mind, was captivating. I'd never seen him like this. He was normally such a joker, so laid back and care-free but I could see the difference in him now. His expression made no movements. He was serious, he was intense. I couldn't help but admire his features. How his blonde hair was so neatly slicked back that not a single hair was out of place; how his eyelashes were longer than average and seemed to tangle together every time he blinked; how his pale skin had the faintest freckles that you wouldn't know they were there unless you were as close to him as I was right now.
That's the thing about Scorpius Malfoy. He had always been so proper and sophisticated while at the same time he was a goof. He was lazy and laid-back but so unbelievably intelligent and he was pale and lanky, but at the same time insanely attractive. I'd never known anyone like him – and it was in this moment, right then, when his eyes were staring into mine that I knew. I knew I didn't want to know anyone else like him. I just wanted to know him.
My thoughts were muddled; my breathing was quicker than it normally was and I felt dizzy but in the best way. I could feel his warm breath against the skin of my nose – even sitting he was taller than me. After what seemed like forever of silence and staring, he moved his hand up to my face and moved a strand of my frizzy ginger hair out of my eyes and put it behind my ear. That was the sort of thing that people had only really done in those cheesy romance novels I'd read all the time, but it was so nice to feel his fingertips graze my skin.
People often talk about electricity and how when you meet someone you're meant for there's a "spark". I'd never believed any of the nonsense, not until then at least. I guess you're wondering what caused this in the first place? This intimate staring contest I seemed to be having with a boy who, for six years of my life, had called me filth, a "daughter of a mudblood", a swat… the list goes on. Well, something inside me had snapped when I walked into the library and saw Scorpius sitting there in the corner alone.
I didn't feel angry at him, on the contrary, I felt sorry for him. He had been sitting in one of the darkest corners of the library with bloodshot eyes and the saddest expression I had seen on anyone in a very long time. He had been sitting there with his owl, Lucius, pecking his arm softly, as if trying to get him to cheer up. I had never seen Scorpius this way before. I knew he'd been through a lot. I knew that for his entire life in and out of Hogwarts he had been called a "death eater" and that he was scum and I would have felt bad for him if it wasn't for everything he had ever called me – but now I did.
I had walked over to him cautiously, knowing that I was probably one of the last people he would have wanted to talk to, but my curiosity had got the better of me (damn my Gryffindor traits). I took a seat and he didn't even bat an eyelid, he just kept looking down at the piece of parchment that lay in front of him on the table.
"Scorpius…" I said, simply, urging him to at least look up at me. He didn't. "Scorpius, what's going on?" I asked. He said nothing. "Scorpius, I know something's wrong." I said, moving my chair closer to him and placing my satchel on the floor beside me.
"Leave me alone." He stated with bitterness in his voice.
"Not until you tell me what's going on." I persisted, much to his dismay.
"Leave." He said, and I could tell he was getting angrier. I looked down at the parchment in front of him and he grabbed it quickly, crumpling it up into a ball and throwing it at the wall, letting out a cry of anger and burying his face in his hands. I got up and retrieved the parchment from the floor in front of the wall and unfolded it, reading the messy words that were scrawled across the parchment.
Scorpius,
It is with deepest regret and sympathy that I write this letter to you, my son.
I am devastated to inform you that your mother has unfortunately passed away.
As you know from my work with the ministry, there have been various sightings and attacks on the wizarding world by dark wizards and I am sorry to have to tell you that your mother has been murdered.
She loved you, Scorpius, please remember that. I know she and I were not around much whilst you were growing up, but her work as an Auror was not in vain, and she died a hero. She will be watching over you, son.
I will see you soon,
Your father, Draco.
"Oh, Scorpius." I said, devastated after reading the letter. I hurried over to my chair and put my arms around him, comfortingly and I could feel his sobs against my shoulder. "Everything will be fine." I told him, attempting to comfort him but knowing it wouldn't make a difference.
"Why are you still here?" he asked me and I could still hear the bitterness in his voice.
"You need someone with you, whether you want me here or not, I'm staying." I told him, defiantly and he wiped his eyes, running his hand through his hair and then looked at me.
He didn't say anything for a few seconds, he just stared and then, out of nowhere, I felt his lips against mine. I didn't know how to react, I didn't kiss him back, but that didn't mean I didn't like it. When he pulled away he just looked at me…
And that's what happened…
That's how I knew right then and there, Scorpius needed me… and I needed him.