I JUST SAW HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 1 AND TOM FELTON IS AMAZING.
Mmmm...
Sorry I know I have a lot of stories on the go but the plot bunnies just keep attacking me.
And in celebration of the new movie, I felt I ought to start another one.
Here's to Rose and Scorp
Hope you like
p.s. And the usual trash disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter. Enough Said.
And he looked down at her, lying on the floor.
But it was that one look that was enough to bring back years of memories; memories of being shunned for his blood, his family and his poverty.
These days, the word `deatheater` was spat out in the same fashion that the insult `mudblood` had been used, just from different mouths. And the ministry had taken away almost everything, claiming it to be the spoils of war. Really. After all that his grandmother had done for the wizarding world, going against everything she had been taught so she could protect their savior then to be told that Potter`s life didn`t equate to the amount of damage caused by the Malfoys. Admittedly, Potter himself had proven to be a decent sort. His testimonial was perhaps the only reason Narcissa and his father weren`t spending the rest of their lives in chains. The only reason they had anything at all.
His school has been torture. His home life not much better. At least at home he was free of the constant taunts from fellow school mates, ``What`cha gonna do, Pureblood? Give me a cruciatus curse? Or runaway with your ferret tail between your legs like your father? I always knew rodent features ran in the family!``
And she, he mused, had been a part of all that. No, correction, she had been at the centre of it all. Ever since day one, she had it out for him. Worse so than any of the others in the Potter-Weasley Connection.
Despite severely biased professors throughout his school career, he had managed to excel in all his studies as a silent, personal rebellion. He discovered that if you covered every possible loophole, even those with the largest quantity of grudges could not prevent you from succeeding. Much to his delight, he obtained top marks in each of his years, missing out on being head boy simply because the school board was worried about showing favouritism. Favouritism? He was hated! No matter anyway because once he graduated from Hogwarts (with straight Os), he proved to have an exceptional skill with the muggle stock market and proceeded to earn back the Malfoy family fortune.
The ministry had grown worried of his success. It had even gone as far to accuse him openly of using Dark Magic to manipulate the muggle economy, but after a thorough investigation that demonstrated only the fact that, yes, he did have a superb eye for guessing which market would crash and when, they finally left him alone, with occasional surprise check-ups from time to time to make sure he wasn`t following in the footsteps of his father.
The footstep of his father? HA! That was a good laugh! To think that Scorpius had the intention of becoming Draco? Every night he had seen his father come home to their empty run-down mansion, from a job where he worked to late and was paid too little. He had seen his father`s eyes as he embraced his mother when he arrived home and they were weary, hardened and despaired.
The property was fully restored now (Scorpius had seen to it), and his father was starting to heal but the scars would always be there.
So when he had seen her, it had really taken the proverbial cake.
Worthless, wasted, and currently making friend with the planks of wood on the bar floor, Rose Weasley was finally feeling what it had been like to walk in his shoes.
In Hogwarts, she had done decently well, even going as far as to get Head Girl (Merlin only knows how). No doubt that had been a result of Hermione Granger`s genetics and the afore mentioned biased teachers. It takes more than a couple of mistakes to wreck that.
However, when she had to experience the real world, Gryffindor`s golden girl received a giant reality check.
No, the rules of the world didn`t just not apply to her since she was a war hero`s daughter.
Gravity still held her down.
It was only a matter of time before the heavily censured Daily Prophet stopped covering up her mistakes.
The facts were as such: she had no job, lived in an expensively furnished pent house paid for by her family, and spent her days drinking, throwing herself at blokes and emptying the Potter vault.
She had no friends that weren`t after her for her connections or money, and she had managed to distance the majority of her family even if they still filled her purse.
Actually, when Scorpius thought about it, he realized that she can`t have felt what`s like to walk in his shoes. She had been the one to destroy her life whereas he had been the one to build his. It was impossible for her to have any real idea about the truth of his life.
Still, he had an idea of what it was like to be on the ground and the object of many`s amusement.
From the looks and laughter throughout the crowd, Rose Weasley crawling on the floor was tonights amusement. So, without thinking, he had gone over, picked her up bridal style and walked out of the nightclub.
Except for a couple grumbles about the show disappearing, the spectators witnessed all this, not worried that the niece of their hero had just been possibly kidnapped by the son of a deatheater.
Because, frankly my dears, they didn`t give a damn.
Rose awoke in bed fit for a queen.
This would have been completely normal had the bed not been a dark shade of emerald. Gold, she thought as she started to drift back to sleep, she distinctly remembered ordering gold covertures to match with the rest of her décor. However, it was probably a good thing they were green because otherwise they wouldn`t have gone with that wardrobe over there….
Wait. Wardrobe? Rose was pretty sure that she had never owned a wardrobe in her life.
She shot up in a flash, and was instantly assailed by a terrible headache. Cradling her head, she glanced to the side to check the time out of habit and found a half full glass and a note, written in an elegant hand that Rose would have never been able to duplicate, on the bedside table
After reading the note, "A potion for your hangover", Rose wondered, not for the first time, who the hell had been the ponce she had slept with last night? It occurred to her that she was still fully dressed minus her shoes which were at the foot of the bed. Okay. So then, who was the ponce she had not slept with? What the hell had happened last night? And seriously, what guy actually managed to buy a wardrobe that matched his sheets?
She wrinkled her nose at the potion. She needed another drink not a gross hangover potion. That had been her motto lately: get drunk, pass out somewhere unknown, wake up and get drunk again.
She couldn't properly forget what a failure she was if she was sober. The need to be intoxicated was imminent in Rose's mind.
She groaned as she realized her choice of words. You couldn't survive being Hermione Granger's kid without being affected somehow and now she was letting that part of her slip out again.
Left with no other alternative than staying in a state where she was unable to walk or drinking that disgusting potion, she tilted it, bottoms up.
As the brew started to work its magic, her brain started to focus itself.
She hadn't always been a useless failure. No, as a child she had been bright. The brightest of them all, her father had used to brag as he swung her around. The corners of her mouth turned up at the memory. Her father had been and will always be her hero.
However, in her first year of Hogwarts, she had hit a strange obstacle.
She was no longer top of her class. That spot had been taken by no other than the Scorpius Malfoy, the very boy her hero had told her to beat.
Confused and ashamed, she had tried to turn beating Scorpius into a game, imagining the look on his face when she finally got a higher mark. She would show him, she vowed.
However, this proved not to be so. Because no matter what she tried, from destroying all his pieces of parchment to slipping sleeping potions in his morning pumpkin juice, nothing worked.
By second year, it appeared that her position wasn't going to change and so she, eventually, gave up. She still tormented him of course. How could she not when he was the son of someone who had served Voldemort? She liked to think that even if she wasn't the brightest anymore, she still helped the planet from ridding it of trash like him.
Then, (if this is even possible) it got worse. By fourth year, it appeared that her archrival was growing, well, attractive.
And it seemed like she was the only one who noticed. Whenever she tried to bring up the subject with anyone else (even her boy-crazy cousin Lily), they would just give her a blank look and say, "But he's the enemy, Rose. You don't fraternize with the enemy."
There were a few girls, she admitted (although she would not divulge how she knew this), that would try to flirt with him and get his attention but he would always brush them off with the excuse that he needed to study (at this point, Rose would silently cheer from her hiding spot then curse as she realized that he was studying when she wasn't).
After Hogwarts, she began to realize just easy her school years had been. The professors had all liked her and so she had no trouble turning out good marks with the least amount of effort possible. Now in the real world, she found that being likeable just didn't cut it. So after being fired for the fifth time she'd fallen back on the support of family, finally fully comprehending how utterly useless she'd become.
Oh well, she got up to go to the ensuite washroom to fix her appearance. After all, whoever the heck this guy was, he was rich. It couldn't hurt to keep him for a while if he was still interested. At least this one was after her looks not her money which was much more preferable.
Giving a low whistle at the swimming pool sized bathtub, Rose turned to the mirror, pulled out her wand and began casting a couple quick spells.
First, the mat that she called hair. Now, the bloodshot eyes. And the stained clothing. Ah, much better. She flashed her reflection a quick grin and then walked out of the room, ready to meet her host.
But nothing could have prepared her for the sight that awaited her at the bottom of the stairs. The butterflies in her stomach threatened to explode as she saw none other than Scorpius Malfoy sitting at a table, flipping through the Daily Prophet as he ate his breakfast.
He really had no idea why he had done what he had done last night. The Weasley could have dealt with herself just fine without his interference. Damn the bloody pureblood morals that every gentleman was responsible to aid any lady in distress. Of course her not being another pureblood would have changed that had he been forty years ahead of his time. But they didn't teach stuff like that anymore, or so he was vaguely aware.
Then a horrified voice cut into his reverie, "I didn't sleep with you, did I?"
Oh yes, right. This was why he had let her stay at his mansion for the night Scorpius thought as he stared into Rose's bugged out eyes. He had done it because now he had something to hold over his tormentors head, a debt of some sort. Not that he would ever call in a debt owed by a lady, Scorpius's gentleman training reminded him, but nevertheless, the idea would still torture her.
"No," he replied smoothly, "I assure you that even if I had ever the intention of doing any actions of that sort, you were in no condition whatsoever to participate as you were nearly unconscious by the time reached you."
With this, Rose finally realized what she had previously said and her cheeks turned red as she retorted, "I forgot. You wouldn't ever want to sully your reputation by sleeping with halfblood scum like me, you deatheater bastard!"
"Actually, my likeness to Draco Malfoy has been remarked upon by many different sources to an extent that there really isn't any debate to who my father is."
"Ugghhhh! You…." At a loss for words, Rose stormed out of the Malfoy mansion.
Scorpius winced as the heavy front doors slammed shut and wondered, when exactly, would she notice that she had left her shoes behind.
A/N: Scorp is kinda clueless, if you were wondering. And Rose is not very good at expressing her feelings.
And this, my dear readers, is what makes this story
