It Takes Two
By: Missah J
How funny it had been that she had not been aware of his existence.
She had known for years that her parents had at least known the Malfoys, especially since both Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy had been at Hogwarts during the same years that her own parents had. However, they had never mentioned that they had a son, much less, one her age.
There were times that she would wonder if, perhaps, her parents didn't point him out to her - she would've never noticed him. But Malfoy or no Malfoy, his existence was still immovable, powerful, and fascinating.
It didn't change the fact that he was a formidable opponent in every way possible. She supposed that he was quite unlike his father. He was competent. He never backed down from a challenge. He was determined to make a name for himself – he wasn't just a Malfoy – he was Scorpius. He was different than his father. Special…
That didn't stop them for arguing – disagreeing at every turn in classes, constantly trying to one up each other. If he was right, she was wrong. If he was wrong, she was right. In a way, she knew that she didn't want to oppose him. But she knew that they were fated to do this. To claim hating each other as a mask for the chance to speak to each other one more time.
"It takes two to tango, Malfoy," she said, one day, when the two of them were alone in the corridor after getting into a row during Charms.
He gave her a contemptuous glance, before he smirked at her.
"Since when have you known how to tango?"