(( This is only my second fanfic, so it probably won't be super fantastic. D: But anyways; I don't own the series nor do I own most of the characters. I own the OCs-like Alan Richards, for example. I'm not trying to be JK Rowling or anything of the sort. ^^ ))
The glass fell to the floor, shattering everywhere and spilling it's contents all over two unlucky children. Every pair of eyes in the classroom turned to stare at them and one pair to glare.
"Mr. Malfoy! Miss Weasley! What on earth are you two doing?" Professor Farr strode to the back of the room, his eyes blazing.
"It was Weasley's fault! She grabbed it out of my hand and it fell. I swear, sir, I had nothing to do with it!" Scorpius looked pretty pathetic standing there with some kind of green sludge covering the front of his robes. But he was as indignant as ever, refusing to take the blame for something that he had more than likely had as much part in as Rose. Scorpius noticed that at his words, Rose narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to reply. However, she was cut off by Professor Farr.
"For some reason, I fail to believe you, Mr. Malfoy. Both of you, come with me. Now." The Potions Professor turned on his heel and walked towards the door to the classroom, obviously expecting the two students to follow him.
With a murderous glare in Rose's direction, Scorpius followed. He could hear her sigh irritably, which was followed by the light sound of her footsteps behind him. Scorpius looked down as he walked past his fellow classmates; he could hear their snickering at the prospect of the two getting into trouble. Again. This was what; the fourth time week? Scorpious didn't even know anymore, for he'd lost count after a while. When they had left the classrom, Professor Farr began leading them throughout the halls and up a flight of stairs. He could hear Professor Farr muttered about how expensive potion ingredients were these days and how careless students were.
When Scorpius finally looked up, he found himself staring at the entrance to the Headmaster's office. He swallowed nervously and could hear a sharp intake of breath from Rose beside him.
Great. Just great! Thanks to her, we actually are getting send to McGonagall! Why couldn't Farr just give us detention, like all the other professors? Scorpius's thoughts were quick and bitter and he narrowed his eyes as he thought them.
As Professor Farr knocked, then pushed open the door, Scorpius could tell that Rose was getting more and more nervous by the second. She kept fidgeting and playing with her hair. He couldn't help but smirk that; her being nervous and scared about getting in trouble was what made it fun torturing her. Although, getting in trouble himself wasn't very enjoyable. If he could get around that part, his life would be perfect.
When they entered the Headmaster's office, Scorpius began to get nervous himself. What would their punishment be this time? Last time they had been sent here, they had been given three weeks of detention. But, then again, Scorpius had gotten pretty used to the detentions. That he could handle. But anything else...well, he wasn't so sure.
"Professor Farr. Miss Weasley. Mr. Malfoy." Headmaster McGonagall nodded to each one of them as she said their names, but her tone was cold and her eyes were narrowed.
"What in the world..." she began, her voice trailing off. She had noticed the green sludge that was dripping off of the two students and onto the floor and it was obvious that she was holding back a grimance. With a slight flick of her wand, the two student were suddenly cleaned of all of the sludge. Although, the smell still remained with was quite unfortunate to the two students. Scorpius scowled at this; there had to be a spell for that! He held his tongue, however, for he knew that if he opened his mouth and spoke his mind that he would only get into even more trouble than he was already in.
"Would either of you care to tell me what happened?" McGonagall's tone was icy. Scorpius dared a glance in Rose's direction. Her face was pale and her eyes, which were directed at the floor, were wide. She wasn't taken this very well. Has she never gotten sent to the Headmaster's office before or something? Scorpius wondered curiously.
The blonde-haired boy quickly turned his attention back to the Headmaster when the older woman cleared her throat.
"Well, you see Professor McGonagall, Weasley and I were in the back getting ingredients for a potion when she rudely tried to take the jar from my hand. I jerked it back and she knocked it out of my hand." Scorpius's tone was smooth and he looked up at McGonagall with an innocent expression. He then shot a glance at Rose through the corner of his eye; she was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
"That is NOT what happened, Professor! Malfoy, you are such a little-"
"Language, Miss Weasley."
"Sorry, Professor. But he really is lying. I had the jar in my hand first and he tried grabbing it, so I pulled away. He called me...erm, certain things, and tried to grab it again. We both lost our grips on it and it fell and shattered." Rose looked up at the Headmaster, her eyes still narrowed with anger.
Scorpius sneered. "Are you really going to believe her, Professor? She is a notorious liar, you know." His voice wavered a bit, however. That was what really had happened; what if McGonagall believed her? He would surely get punished and it would all be thanks to Weasley. She'd pay for it.
"Oh really, Mr. Malfoy? And this is coming from the boy who already has two weeks worth of detentions? From the same boy who causes trouble for his teachers every year and the same boy who tortures Miss Weasley as well as many other people on a daily basis? Are you sure you have your facts straight?" Professor MgGonagall's tone was still icy.
Scorpius scowled at her words and lowered his gaze. He swore under his breath which, unfortunately, was heard by McGonagall.
"Malfoy! I have had it up to here with your attitude! You and Miss Weasley will both stay here with me tomorrow for yet anoter detention." At first, the words seemed to have no affect on the two. When she said the time, however, their eyes widened.
"At five pm. Understood?"
"But Professor! Th-that's during the Quidditch match! I have to play! You know very well that I'm the star player!" Scorpious's tone was pleading and it was obvious that this was a punishment he did not want to go through.
Professor McGonagall arched her eyebrows at him. "I am aware of that Malfoy. And I believe the Slytherins will just have to deal with the loss of their Keeper for one game."
Rose seemed to be too angry for words. However, she did speak after a few moments. When she did, her words came out slowly, angrily. "But Professor; I didn't even really do anything! I mean, like you said, Malfoy is the liar. And my brother Hugo and my cousin James are both playing tomorrow!"
McGonagall seemed unfazed by this. "Tomorrow at five pm. I expect to see you both there. Now, it is time for dinner; off you go."
Scorpius stared at her for a few moments before sighing in defeat and turning around to go towards the door. That stupid old bat! Slytherin is going to lose without me! he thought angrily. Sure, he was satisfied that he had gotten Weasley into trouble once again. But it was definitely not worth missing the Quidditch game. Plus, most of his friends were on the team; they would surely kill him when they found out he wouldn't be playing!
Without another word, Scorpius had left the room and was walking through the silent halls towards the Great Hall. He dreaded having to tell everyone that he wouldn't be playing in the game. Most of all, Richards. Alan Richards was a sixth year and was also the Slytherin Quidditch team Captain. And, although Scorpius liked him and Alan liked him back, they both very well knew that if Scorpious made him angry, this could get very bad for the blonde very quickly. Scorpius swallowed at this. He was dead for sure.
Suddenly, Scorpius thought he heard someone calling his name. He looked back and forth curiously, but saw no one. After a few moments, he heard it again, but closer this time. Close enough to know that it was coming from behind him and the speaker was someone he really did not want to talk to at the moment. He stopped, however, and turned his head slightly to see Albus Potter coming towards him, his expression dark. Scorpius could only imagine what he wanted this time. Albus walked up to Scorpius, walking around him so he was blocking his path.
"In case you didn't notice, Potter, I'm on my way to dinner. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Scorpius let his voice trail off as he tried to side-step the other boy. However, when Albus shoved him back with his hand, causing Scorpius to stumble backwards, the blonde-haired boy was thoroughly surprised.
"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you? And what do you want!" Scorpius was obviously getting annoyed now, judging by his tone.
"What did you do to my cousin!" he shouted. "She is all depressed over something and she won't tell any of us! The only thing she said is to come find you! And you are pretty lucky that it was me who found you, and not James. He's even angrier and you know what happened last time his anger was directed at you." Albus was close to shouting at this point and his expression was just as dark as it had been before.
Scorpius flinched at his last words. Oh yes, he did indeed remember what had happened last time he'd made James Potter angry.
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Scorpius laughed as he watched Rose Weasley dangling helplessly from her broomstick, far above all of the heads of the First Year students. Tucking his wand back into his robes, Scorpius smirked as a group of Slytherins greeted him on a spell well-done. They all agreed that Weasley hadn't seen it coming and the effect was quite amusing, which even Scorpius had to agree on. Who had known she'd fall from her broom? And her face was priceless! Scorpius couldn't have planned it better.
However, everything came crashed down when he suddenly found himself on the ground. He turned onto his back to see two angry Potters swarming around him, wands pointed right at him.
"What did you do to our cousin?" they simultaneously spat out at the blonde-haired boy. With wide, gray eyes, Scorpious stared up at James and Albus Potter.
"I don't know what your talking about." That earned the blonde a kick to the ribs. He scrunched up in pain, his hands wrapped around his waist. "What's wrong with you two?" he shouted, his teeth clenched. He realized, now, that students had gathered around the three students and were watching in awe. Even the Slytherins. He also noticed, much to his chargin, that Weasley had gotten down and was watching with narrowed eyes and a bright red blush.
"Now tell us! What did you do to her?"
It took Scorpius a while to reply and when he did, his voice was muffled from the pain he was in.
"I didn't do anything to your cow of a cousin, Potter!" Suddenly, James felt himself being kicked from both sides from both of the boys. He winced in pain at each kick; he knew he'd feel that later. He glared up at them as he rolled onto his side and as he did so, Albus kicked him square in the face. He groaned and grabbed at his nose, which was now bleeding profusely.
Suddenly, Scorpius felt himself flying backwards, hitting the ground with a muffled thud. He groaned in pain and opened his eyes to see James's wand pointed right at him still, while Albus had lowered his. "James, be careful. You don't want another detention..." his younger brother warned, his voice soft.
"I don't care about detentions, Al! This prat could have hurt Rose! He's going to pay for it." And with that, James sent another spell towards the Slytherin. Scorpius gasped in pain as it hit him; it sent a burning sensation throughout his body, which followed by him sitting up, about to vomit. He began to vomit up his breakfast, along with blood.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! What is going on here?" Professor Longbottom came running up, Professor Slughorn on his heels. "What do you think you're doing!" Longbottom shouted at James. James simply stared defiantly at him with out saying a word, his wand still outstretched towards Scorpius, who had finally stopped vomitting up blood and was lying on his back, groaning in pain.
"Expelliarmus!" Professor Longbottom shouted, his own wand directed at James'. The dark-haired boy's wand flew from his hand, but that didn't stop James from continuing to glare at Scorpius. He looked as if he wanted to go over to him and start kicking again.
Meanwhile, Professor Slughorn was bent over Scorpius, trying desperately to get the poor boy to his feet. He was still bleeding terribly from the nose and his bottom lip was slip. Not to mention whatever spell James had cast and it's affects, plus his more than likely broken or bruised ribs. "C'mon, m'boy, get up so we can take you to the Hospital Wing." As the Professor tried to pull him up, Scorpius gasped in pain and clenched his teeth.
It didn't get better from there; when he finally had gotten to the Hospital Wing a long time later, he was visited by two unlikely people. James and Albus Potter. Scorpius had just woken up and he was still looking poor. When the two came striding in, looking fit for murder, Scorpius began to reach for his wand. However, as he did so, it was magically thrown to the floor by a quick spell from Albus.
"Don't even try it, Malfoy," the first year spat. His older brother stalked over but he surprisingly didn't have his own wand out. When he had reached the bed, James grabbed the front of Scorpious's shirt and pulled him forward so their faces were inches apart.
"Listen here, prat. If you ever do anything to hurt my cousin Rose- or any of the Weasleys or Potters, for that matter- again, I will make it my sole goal in life to make your life a living hell. Even if it's something small, like pushing her off of her broom, or something like hexing her. You will most certainly regret it. Got it?"
Scorpius simply stared at him boldly for a few moments before responding.
"Yeah, I got it. But I hope you know that your little Rose won't like this; you know how independent she is and so do I. She is going to know that you threatened me and she most certainly will be angry at you for trying to defend her like this. She'll say something about how she can take care of herself. And you know it." His responce was followed by a smirk.
James was obviously surprised at his responce; he obviously hadn't thought of that.
"Although I hate to admit it, he's right. James, we can't let Rose find out. She'll notice if Malfoy suddenly stops messing with her; he's been doing it since the first day of school!" Albus's tone was soft, but slightly bitter.
James let go of Scorpius's shirt for a moment while he pondered this. He looked like he hated what he was about to say.
"Fine, fine, fine. You can still...mess with her a little. Tease her a bit; but nothing serious. Got it?" James spat, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the Slytherin, who was now smirking.
"Aye, I got it. Now get out of here- I need my rest." Scorpius winked at the two before turning on his side and closing his eyes.
James looked as if he wanted to hex him again, but he said nothing more as he turned and left.
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But that had been two years ago, during their first year at Hogwarts. Now that he, Rose and Albus were in their third years and James in his fifth lots of things had changed. But the threat James had made to Scorpius still hung silently in the air between them. Scorpius had followed it...sort of. He'd crossed the line a few times and he had most certainly payed for it- oh, but it was worth it. He loved tormenting the red-head.
When Scorpius sighed and looked up at Albus, his eyes were narrowed. "We got detention tomorrow during the Quidditch match, that's all. No need to get your knickers in a knot, Potter. And tell your brother he can just unknot his as well. I don't know why she would act that way, though. We've gotten detention from her idiocy before." At the word 'idiocy', Albus scowled.
"Her idiocy? Don't you mean yours?" Before the blonde had a chance to reply, Albus continued.
"Just leave her, and all of us, alone, will you?" With that, the dark-haired boy turned and strode past Scorpius.
Swearing under his breath, Scorpius turned and began to walk towards the Great Hall. He was starving and he still had to talk to his friends about not being able to play in the match tomorrow. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? he thought bitterly.
(( Reviews are much appreciated! C: ))