Scorpius's POV
It's another beautiful day at the beach and I can't be happier looking at my girlfriend, Francessa in her red bathing suit, dipping herself in the blue water. Next to Fran is her sister, Claire, who may look even sexier in her lacy bikini if I am honest. Claire got the curves that fooled Jack Goyle the first time he saw her. However, cup C breasts are too much for my liking and hence, I prefer Francessa, who is much slenderer with her flawless tanned skin.
"Where is Crabbe? He's been gone for a while." I turned to Goyle, who is lying on the wooden lounge chair next to me.
"He went to the bar for some margaritas." Without taking his eyes off Claire, Goyle nonchalantly answers.
"Tell him to fetch me another Bloody Mary."
Goyle pulls out his muggle Iphone and texts Crabbe as I demand. I've got to say the muggles have so many fascinating communication methods that we wizards should learn from them. As for my family, we have been using Iphones since their first launch in the market. I'm pretty positive that the Malfoys are the first in the wizarding world to own Iphones.
I sense Crabbe's footsteps from behind me, but instead of handing me the Bloody Mary, he makes unfamiliar knocking sounds.
"What are you doing, Crabbe?" I grimace and turn to him, but can't see his face.
The knocking sounds become louder. I also hear distinct yelling "Wake up, Sleepyhead!"
The knocking sound is loudest now and I slowly realize I am waken up from a dream. A dream about a getaway in Corsica with my gang: Fran, Claire, Goyle, and Crabbe.
I rub my eyes and slowly sit up, as it is clear now my mother Astoria is knocking impatiently on the door.
"Wake up, Sleepyhead!"
I give her a pouting face while open the door for her. "What's up so early, Mom? I'm sleeping."
"Your friend is looking for you downstairs."
"I don't have any friend that wakes up this early." I crawl back into my comfy bed.
"I'm serious. She's a young girl in school uniform, and she's been waiting for a while." Still gently but resolutely, my mother snatches the blanket away.
"I don't know any friend that's still in Hogwarts." I moan.
"Come on, Scorpius. Don't let the girl wait for too long." Mom ruffles my hair.
"I will be down there in a minute." Mom nods and descends the stairs while I visit the loo and have a quick pee, mind still occupied with the image of Fran's hot body and the beautiful Corsica.
I pass by the tea room as my dad, Draco Lucius Malfoy looks up from his newspaper and gives me a stern yet quizzical look. I guess he's thinking "What other trouble have you made, young Malfoy?" so I tiptoe to the front entrance then sprint across the hateful little garden, where hateful bees are buzzing around. I despise bees, just so you know. I've been stung by bees twice in my nineteen years of life yet my mother still disagreed to get rid of this flower-full garden.
A stranger, a young girl in school uniform is standing at the gate, arm crossing and eyes staring at our garden's big oak. My hazy eyes can tell she's pretty. She looks somewhat innocent in white shirt and little blue skirt, a typical muggle school uniform.
"Who are you and why are you looking for me?" I cross my arms.
The young girl turns around and sends a fiery glare at me. She raises her arm and before I know it, she slaps my face real hard.
"Are you crazy? Why did you slap me?" I yell and clench my fist, trying to stop myself from hitting this stranger back.
"What's going on? Why do you hit our son?" My parents are rushing towards the gate. I bet they've witnessed the whole scene.
"You'd better ask your son." The girl points at me defiantly.
"I don't know what's going on! I don't know who she is!" I yelled in anger at my confused parents.
"Liar! You're such a git!" The girl roars back.
"I swear I don't know who this crazy girl is!" I exasperate.
"Why do you hit our son, young lady?" My mom asks, miserably.
"He's such a git! I should have slapped him a few more times. I don't have time for this ridiculous conversation. Please ask your son!" Still fiercely, she picks up a big, heavy, brown package next to an old, ugly, wrecked broom at her feet and throws it at me. "This is yours!"
The girl gets on the broom and swiftly flies away. I stare at her as I hold the heavy package in my arms. My dad eyes it skeptically. "What's inside?"
We open the brown package and plenty old, antique books fall on the pavement.
"What have you done, Scorpius to make this girl slap at you? And why is she giving you so many old books?" My mom shakes her head.
"I don't know, I really don't know who she is or what's going on!" I pout.
"Another prank you pulled, I suppose? I'm so disappointed in you. Speaking of pranks, why were you home so late last night, Scorpius? Where have you gone?" Dad growls at me as I obediently carry the pile of books inside.
"Err…I met my friend who's just back from Germany." I murmur.
"You've failed N.E.W.T three times but you don't feel ashamed at all, do you? Your next N.E.W.T is in two weeks yet you still have time to hang out with friends at three in the morning." Dad scolds at me.
"I'm sorry, father." I huff silently. Anger courses through my veins. I want to hex the girl who cursed my morning with her slap so desperately.
"Sit down, I need to talk to you." Dad points abruptly at the leather couch and I obey his order, head ducking. Mom sits next to him and pours him a cup of tea. It's gonna be a long lecture.
"Scorpius, you are our only son, you suppose to carry the duty of building the Malfoy legacy, and help us make up for our mistake in the Second Wizarding War. Yet we never ask such things of you. All we ask is you pass the N.E.W.T, find a job that you like or at least have a plan for your life. But you manage to fail us time after time. Don't you have any remorse for letting down your mother and I?" Dad gives me stern look.
"Dad, it's called NEWT. Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test. It's not easy!" I oppose.
"Yet everyone at Hogwarts passes the exam, except you and seven more students! Unbelievable!"
"I've tried my best..." I trail off.
"you've tried your best? I've taken notes of you. During the last month you've sneaked out 10 times. You come home drunk 6 times and we had to bail you out from local jails 3 times. 3 times in a month, Scorpius! Don't you know how hard it was for me to erase the my bad past and slowly earn people's trust again? Don't you know how hard it is to rebuild Malfoy reputation and start a business?"
"It's not my fault! It's because you were a death…."
"Scorpius!" My mother scowls me.
Dad shakes his head and I sigh. The lecture is getting rusty.
"I checked our vault. You have withdrawn two thousand galleons in a month. That's an average wizard's expense in six months! What have you spent it on, Scorpius? Drugs? Potions? Firewhiskey? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you don't have to pay rent or utility bills like other wizards."
I pout but dare not reply.
"From now on, we'll put a hold on your account. You can't access the family vault until you pass the NEWT and get accepted into any training program. Your mother will give you 200 galleons a month!"
"200 a month? I can't even go to London without 500 in my pocket! That's a shame to a Malfoy you know…" I protest.
"Very well then, you should stay at home and study."
"But dad, please give me more money…"
"200 or nothing. It's my final word." Dad glares at me.
"Mom!" I turn to mom, asking for help. She tries to look keen like her husband. "it's alright, honey. Pass the NEWT and we'll give you back your access to the vault. Now go back to study, my dear." Mom rubs my back and coaxes me. I stomp off the marble floor and rush upstairs. I close the door rather harsly and throw myself on the bed. My mind is filled with anger. I must find the crazy girl who has cursed my day and avenge her.
A/N: what do you guys think, readers? Please give me review! Also, I don't own Harry Potter.
