Hey y'all! Here's a new one for you. I think it will end up being about 4 parts.

I've gone back to edit this story. I decided I'm going to try something new and write each of the four parts in a different style. I'll start this one off with second person (it's Scorpius talking to Al if you can't glean that from reading). Let me know what you think!

First off, Al, let me make one thing abundantly clear. You are wrong. About everything.

For example, you once told me in second year that hippogriffs hate blondes. You were wrong. Buckbeak only hates obnoxious children like you and my father. It wasn't me stuck in the hospital wing for two days, now was it? You are also convinced that the Holyhead Harpies are bound for glory in the Cup this year. Again, terribly mistaken. Bulgaria is a shoo-in with Krum coaching.

To sum it all up, you- Albus Severus Potter- are as wrong as Professor Trelawney's predictions. Death by herd of wild buffalo? Please.

And if you can be so wrong about so many things, who are you to judge me, the perfect Slytherin that I am? Sure, you've known me for six years now, and been my best mate for four, but that does not mean that you understand anything!

This is why I can say without a doubt that I am not jealous. Jealousy suggests that I am bitter and that I actually give a damn. I don't. It also suggests that I have some personal connection with the present situation. My only concern is that innocent little first years are being exposed to such sickly behavior. And yes, Al, I do care about first years and the horrors that they see, poor weak-minded things!

I am not jealous that Tyler McKinney is dating Weasley. Not one bit. If he wants to put himself through her incessant babbling, fine! And if she wants to ogle at him and his oddly-placed facial features in front of the entire student body, so be it! Who am I to tell them differently? As I said before, I am just concerned that the world's future generations will be corrupted by the scars left by consistent exposure to tonsil-tennis. It's unhealthy, really.

Don't get me wrong, Weasley is one of the more invigorating parts of my day. Arguing with her that is. Outside of our little verbal duel-club, I'd rather have nothing to do with her. So naturally, seeing her and McKinney everywhere I go is unnerving. But I digress. Logically, what with her twit of a boyfriend and all, it makes sense that we would see less of each other.

When I think about it, it actually has been a couple of days since I've last irked her. Merlin, I think that I am in danger of forgetting how much I enjoy duking it out with Weasley. When we argue her stupid ginger hair flies around everywhere and her face turns red while her eyes turn into some dark blue. No, I don't think I'd forget the eyes. They're rather memorable.

Let's forget that I gave freckle-face a backhanded compliment, shall we? I enjoy her humbling company. So what? I am still not jealous. And whatever you say, Al, I am most certainly not in denial.

You can think what you'd like, but I have no feelings for your cousin. In fact, I am quite indifferent towards her. And as your younger sister has many-a-time professed to me: "indifference is the opposite of love."

So there you have it. I do not love, nor am I in love with Rose Weasley. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm not in denial. I will deny having any feelings towards her, but I am not in denial. There is a difference, ask anybody. Denial is me pretending that Madge Paulsen doesn't follow me around everywhere I go; she does. Do you understand? You saying that I am in denial insinuates that there are feelings that I am not addressing.

On a similar note, I am Scorpius Malfoy. I am rumored to not have feelings. People think that I am a player. I don't fall in love. Therefore, I am not in love with Rose. I don't even like her. Can't you see how neatly it all fits together?

Now excuse me while I go give McKinney detention for disturbing the peace.

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Blessings,

CompletelyDone