Hey guys! How are you?
I'm here with my first Fanfic in english! I've wrote this fic some time ago in spanish and as it was really succesful, I decided to translate it!
It has seven short chapters, and I promise a lot of humour and romance!
I want to thank my Beta, EdwardsSoul101 who is fantastic and really helped me out with this!
Ok, that's all. I leave you with a really egocentric and sexy Scorpius Malfoy. Enjoy!
SCORPIUS
—Oh, Scorpius, you're wonderful. I...
—Yeah, yeah, I know, I am. Hmm, listen... I need to go now...
I opened the Room of Requirement's door in a hurry, without even putting my cloak on, and got out of there. I had no interest in listening to her. She was hot and that's all. If she wanted to talk, she should have got a shrink.
I ran down the stairs and then I saw a mirror hung on a column. Oh, sweet reflection, a Malfoy's best friend. I approached it, without paying attention to anything but the fantastic figure that was looking back at me in the mirror, and I bumped into a guy who protested. He immediately shut up when saw me and moved on with his head down. He had chickened out, of course, because nobody messes with a Malfoy.
"Not bad..." —I thought smiling— "Oh Merlin! What an incredible sex appeal!"
Oh, yeah, I love contemplating myself. Being this beautiful is not easy, but I can handle it. Some people may say it's vanity but I know, my dear friends, it's just good taste.
How did I get to the Room of Requirement with that girl? I don't really remember. All I know is that I had two hours off classes and I definitely wouldn't spend them in Slytherin's Common Room, listening to my dumb friends discussing Quidditch, homework or the last horrible creature old Hagrid had taken to class. There were a thousand more fun things to do, like, for example, spending a while getting sexy in the Room of Requirement with... Well, with her.
Suddenly, a new figure appeared next to me in the mirror, out of nowhere.
—Ah! —I yelled, frightened. No, not frightened. Surprised. Come on, who wouldn't yell if a... a red thing appeared in your mirror. It took me by surprise, that's all. Well, maybe, I got a little scared, but that's not the point.
—Did I scare you, Malfoy? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your daily self-esteem session —incredibly sarcastic, as always…
—Oh, it was you, Weasley.
It had to be her. Obviously. Rose Weasley, the one and only girl in Hogwarts who didn't seem to be captivated by me. Dammit, why was she the only exception? She was right behind me, wearing (since when, I didn't know) two really nice sexy pigtails.
—So... you made the most of the free hours, didn't you? —she said, staring at me. Her voice sounded... Jealous? —May I know with whom or did you suddenly develop a tiny sense of gentlemanliness? —she added.
—Of course, I made the most of them, Rosie —she hates being called that and, as you can imagine, I love driving her mad—. The fact that you spend free hours inside the library, doesn't mean that people with active social lives have to do it too —the poor thing blushed (I'm an expert in making girls blush) —But, as you're so interested in knowing who was the extraordinarily lucky girl who spent two full hours giving her company to the most coveted man in Hogwarts… —Well, that's a lie. I didn't know that. I hoped, I wished it was like that... Because of my reputation, of course.
—Oh, I do, Malfoy. To tell you the truth, I'd really like to know who was stupid enough to accept hanging out with you, in order to warn her to stop going back in the evolution scale, or she'll end up being a baboon —Oh, of course. The usual Pride War was officially on—. Come on, Malfoy, you're not even that… —and she abruptly stopped.
—I'm not even that... What? Handsome? Seductive? Smart? Funny? You know they're all true, dear Rosie. Which of my wonderful virtues were you going to choose, Weasley?
Rose was trying really hard to come up with a good answer. Since when did it take her so long? Oh, yeah, but she looked great doing all that thinking. And the lip-biting thing was really... tempting.
—Will you tell me with whom, or don't you know her name?—she let out to my surprise, as she didn't continue our usually long verbal war.
And suddenly, a white panic invaded me.
—Oh, my God —she started while a big winning smile formed on her face— You don't know her name!
She had got me. The girl laughed out loud.
—YES! I know it! —I shouted, desperate. I had to know it. I couldn't bear such humiliation—She was…
"Crap! What was her name? Patty? Magda?"
But an idea that would stun her came to me. Sometimes I amaze myself with my capacity. For this time, just this time, I would be completely honest.
—Well, dear Rosie, it was not her name that I wondered about (and definitely not what I thought) when I saw her bu…
—Malfoy! –Rose was truly offended, I had made my point. However, I didn't expect her to scream like crazy all over the hallway, of course. — You're a sexist, empty-headed, cocky, selfish, arrogant…
Word by word, the girl became more and more attractive to me. With a step for each adjective, I got extremely close to her. When she stopped to take a breath, I had her just a few inches from my face.
—And what else am I, Weasley? Come on.
—And… And… —she couldn't say a word.
—Did the cat get your tongue? —I rested an arm on the wall behind her, cornering her— You know, Weasley, maybe… We could leave behind this eagerness of yours to surpass me on the academic issues behind and we could surpass together into more—I lowered my voiced and whispered suggestively to her ear— vulgar issues...
—Don't even… —and she became silent again. She looked prettier when quiet, don't you think so?
We were so close that I felt her breathing. Her lips were finally served for me, when…
—What the heck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class? —Victoire Weasley, her cousin, showed up.
I abruptly put distance between us and stared at her, wanting very much to hex her.
The prefect looked at us both with her jaw dropped and her eyebrows raised. Could there be a more awkward situation?
To tell you the truth, that was not the first time she'd caught us in the middle of a... compromising situation. Some time ago, she had discovered us yelling at each other, really close, and I don't think she likes me since then. But I don't really know why, I'm a nice boy… am I not?
—I… am going to class —I declared and ran away across the hallway.
I reached a big bathroom on the seventh floor and washed my face, trying to slow my heartbeat down.
I would definitely find a more intimate place to finish my conversation with Rosie.
That's it, I promised I would be short :)
Ok, here there are a few questions for you to think about, and only SOME of them will be anwered in the next Chapter, which is narrated fro Rose's POV!
Who was Scorpius with in the Requirement Room?
Who did whe bumped into?
Where did Rose's pitails come from?
Will be that cloak returned?
Will they finish what they started?
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