Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of my sory and it's a little intrductory chapter so it's a little slow but I promise it'll get more exciting. Thank you so much for reading and please leave any constructive critiscism! Have a wonderful day!
Scorpius
Scorpius Malfoy was never the type to yell. He was quiet, never revealing too much of what he was thinking; never raising his voice in front of anyone. However, something about Albus Severus Potter made him want to scream louder than a culverin. Something about that blithering fool made him question his sanity. Perfect Albus Potter, head boy, captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, never rude to anyone. He was the living representation of the sun, and Scorpius couldn't hate him more.
Scorpius Malfoy paced incessantly across the Slytherin dorm room, running a hand through his silver locks. The tournament between Slytherin and Ravenclaw was in a week and his team wasn't anywhere near where they needed to be. Being the captain, he had been up all night drawing charts of the pitch. Scorpius was the definition of assiduous so naturally he'd drawn up notes for everything from the Finbourgh Flick to the Woollongong Shimmy. His bed was covered with parchment upon parchment of diagrams, pointers, and strategies. Sighing, he ran a hand over his face and attempted to clear his thoughts. Looking out at the sky, he noticed it was grey and cloudy. it looked like it was going to start pouring any second. . He hoped it would clear up soon or his team would have to face Ravenclaw in the rain, not that tough conditions was anything new for them. This season had been a series of bad luck for Slytherin and he intended to change that, after all, Scorpius Malfoy was no loser.
Albus
Albus soared across the quidditch pitch with great ease, swerving his broom in every direction. This was his favorite feeling, the wind through his hair and the adrenaline pumping through his body. He felt more at home in the air than anywhere else. He executed a perfect Wronski Feint which he followed with a figure eight across the pitch. He had been out here for a few hours, flying around aimlessly. Realizing the time, he remembered he was expected at dinner and that McGonagall would have his head if she found him on the pitch during meals again. Drifting to the ground, he planted his feet firmly in the dirt and dismounted his broom.
Taking large strides, he raced up to the Gryffindor common, hoping to put away his broom before supper. He turned a corner sharply and collided face first with another person. He was knocked backwards off his feet. He landed in a sprawled heap on the floor, his broom discarded to the other side of the groaned in frustration and rubbed his head. Finally, he decided to make an effort to stand. He straightened up and waited for the dizziness to subside. Finally opening his eyes, they were met with steel grey ones.
"What the hell, Malfoy?" Albus said squinting at the blonde.
"Watch where you're going, Potter." he sneered before shoving past him and disappearing down the corridor.
Albus looked back in his direction and rolled his eyes.
Albus Potter wasn't the type to yell. He was always polite and kind, just like his parents had taught him. But something about Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy made him want to scream his head off. He had no manners and was constantly rude to anyone he considered less than him, not to mention his ties with a multitude of death eaters.
Scorpius
Scorpius stormed down the halls of Hogwarts, quickly making his way to the Great Hall. Of all people he could've crashed into, it had to be Albus Potter. Nobody grinds his gears like Albus. Everything that man did irked him beyond belief and he wasn't sure if he could live with the constant agony straightened his robes and walked into the Great Hall with his head high, pushing all thoughts of Potter out of his head.
Taking a seat at the Slytherin table, he began piling food on his plate. It wasn't long before his best friend Rorake Goyle joined him.
"Where have you been all day?" his friend bit into a massive turkey leg with no shame.
"Trying to figure out our strategy for Monday." he too shoveled in a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
"You worry too much Scorp, we're going to crush them." Rory punched his shoulder playfully but it had caught him off-guard and he had to stop himself from wincing before Rory noticed. Shaking it off, he continued to eat his dinner over small talk between his teammates.