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Scorpius sighed. Lolling his head to rest against the dew filled grass, immediately soaking his long blonde hair. He didn't care; he was too wrapped up in his thoughts of a certain dashing brunette. Green eyes that were luckily not hidden behind the hideous glasses that his father wore; he had had the sense to get them magically corrected. Honestly. Some people should figure out that, hey, maybe glasses aren't actually all that attractive on most people Gregory Notte excluded. But then again, that man could wear a garbage bag and still look like sex on a stick.

Not Scorpius's type however. Notte was too… muscular; almost as wide as he was tall, and made out of pure muscle. Scorpius preferred more lean, but still muscular partners especially the one with green eyes who was making his way to the lake, near to where Scorpius and Rose Weasley were sitting under a tree, out of the glare of the sun. The sky was a perfect, clear blue and it was just far too nice to stay in on a day as rare as this.

"Scorp…" Rose said, glancing at him and raising her eyebrows condescendingly. "You're staring again."

"I can't help it." Scorpius managed to tear his eyes off of Albus for a second to glance at his best friend. "He just looks so… good"

That was an understatement. The way that the sun bathed Albus in gold gave him a glorious and almost saintly appearance. A very tall and muscular angel.

"Good?" Rose snorted in disbelief. "You're practically drooling!"

Scorpius drew the sleeve of his robe furiously across his mouth, both successfully eradicating any and all drool that had most certainly not left his mouth, and ruining the trademark Malfoy glare that he was aiming Rose's way.

"Fine," he spat viciously, in response to Rose's smirk. "he looks dangerous, hot, sexy, erotic." He hissed the last word out slowly and sensually. "In fact, he looks just plain take-me-right-here-on-the-ground fuckable"

"Hey!" Rose cried out, laughing, "That's my cousin you're talking about, you know."

Many people had been shocked when Rose Weasley had been sorted into Slytherin, a few even outraged, screaming that he-who-has-too-many-goddamned-hyphens-in-his-name must have rigged it as so, for surely the daughter of the Boy-Who-has-too-many-names best friends, couldn't possibly be a Slytherin. Not one of those horrible, potion brewing, sneaky, conniving, and just plain evil people. All that crazy talk luckily died down quite considerably after harry Potter, Hermione Weasley, and Ron Weasley did an interview for the daily profit, stating that "I once knew a Slytherin who was one of bravest wizards I've ever met. In fact, my own son is named after that very Slytherin." (Harry) "In my opinion it is great honor to have a Slytherin in the family. I hope that it helps to increase house unity throughout Hogwarts." (Hermione) and, "Stay the bloody hell away from my daughter! Merlin's beard, you people…" (Ron). The article had then become the topic for much discussion for a week or so, then, as people tend to do, everyone had simply forgotten about it. Mostly. The people with short attention spans and the common sense to be interested in other things more important topics than this.

"Well you asked," Scorpius laughed, "and besides-"

"well… well… well. What do we have here? A ferret and a traitor." His father's nickname had apparently been passed down to the next generation, although it definitely didn't fit Scorpius. While he had started out with his father's narrow features, his face had slowly changed to become softer, more feminine in a way, although he still had the delicate frame that his father had at his age. He played seeker also, and being as small and quick as he was really came in handy when faced with a particularly sneaky snitch.

"Blemmyes… it's so good to see you. Oh wait… wrong person." Bruce Blemmyes was one of the biggest oafs in their year. He seemed to take it as his own personal duty to torment any and all Slytherins , especially Rose. Blemmyes was one of the people who still thought of rose as a 'traitor'.

"Oh my god Weasel what have you done to your hair?" and that was Mariel Aswang, Blemmyes' stuck up girlfriend, who had an incredibly irritating voice, as the made every single sentence? Sound like a question? Just like this? She also seemed intent on making Rose miserable, who had recently gotten the tips of her fiery red hair dyed a midnight blue. She and Blemmyes seemed to be a match made in hell.

Rose blushed and fingered her hair unconsciously. Although she was outgoing around friends and family, she was painfully shy around anyone else.

"It looks like you dyed it in, like, chlorine or something?" Mariel laughed her squeaky dolphin laugh. Rose bit her lip, looking like she would like nothing better than to sink in the ground and die.

Scorpius sighed in irritation "Chlorine would turn it green you dumb b-witch."

Mariel rolled her eyes at him "Duh. Red and green together dumbass."

"Would make what, brown? You really are a bigger idiot than everyone says."

"Hey! Watch what you say you fag. At least she knows when to keep her mouth shut." Blemmyes grabbed Scorpius and shoved him against the tree, sending a shower of dust and bark onto the tops of their heads as the tree shook lightly.

"Could you please enlighten me to what she could possibly see in you?" Scorpius smirked, not in the least bit ruffled. He was trying to keep them away from Rose. He'd rather be put under the strongest cruciatus possible, than ever watch rose get hurt. "or," Scorpius reconsidered what he'd just said "what she sees in you for that matter. Never mind I get it. You're both just so goddamned hypocritical. She's calling me a dumbass? And you're calling me a fa-"

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Blemmyes swag at his face. They always seemed to forget that they had wands in the heat of the moment. Before his fist could make contact with Scorpius' face, a hand shot out of nowhere and caught the oafs wrist, tugging his arm back at what must have been a very painful angle.

Scorpius shot a wide eyed glance over Blemmyes' shoulder, and his own grey eyes connected with a pair of emerald green jewels that could only have belonged to one person.

Albus potter.