Chapter 1. Slytherin
You're just like your father.
It's all that kept swirling around his mind, not worry about his O. or friendship worries. Just that one single thought.
You wouldn't believe how many people had said it to him, don't get me wrong his father was some one respected in the medical business but when he was younger he wasn't respected as much, and the respect he did get was out of fear. But he didn't want that, he didn't want to be liked out of fear, he wanted people to like him for who he was, not who is mother and father were.
Albus always told him they were being stupid and they didn't really get the real him, this comforted him very little because even he believed at times he was like his father, the way he sneered at the Weasleys and looked down on them, the way he thought he was above others, above the mudbloods and the ones lower down in society. It very much reminded him of his father. But there was ways he wasn't like him at all, he did well in most subjects, he was best friends with a Potter (something his father would never dare think of), he wasn't a coward, he wasn't over dramatic...some times and mostly he would never have supported the Dark Lord. No matter how much his parents wanted him too. He'd have rather died.
He didn't want to be like his father, he wanted to be like himself. He wanted to be Scorpius Malfoy.