(A/N)~~~~~~ I don't own Harry Potter or any of its associated content!~~~~
Okay, well this is just something that has been in my head for a while. I really like the whole Lily/Scorpius relationship, and please excuse any grammer mistakes! I really wanted to get this posted, but I an editing and revising this now! Also, this will probably have random oneshots attached to it, so if you have any particular suggestions for a ship (just NO SLASH!), I will happily write a oneshot for it!
Of Emotions and Expectations
Lily caught a glimpse of him, finally. Today was the day; the day she was going to tell Scorpius how she felt. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to him. He was standing by the Ravenclaw table and seemed to be just finishing his breakfast. Lily could feel her tongue getting thicker as she got closer. Swallowing her fear of rejection, she drew in another breath and prepared to tell Scorpius Malfoy that she loved him.
"Scorpius?" Lily said, no trace of nervousness in her voice, "Can I talk to you?"
"I suppose," he said, arching an eyebrow at her. She sucked in a breath and looked up to meet his gaze. Then, throwing all caution to the wind, she kissed him, fiercely, trying to get him to respond. Nothing. He was stoic as a rock before pushing her away.
Lily was still undeterred. "I like you, Scorpius Malfoy," she said before continuing in a small voice sounding completely unlike her own, "and I was wondering if, maybe, you'd go out with me?" Lily held her breath, hoping that she hasn't just made a complete idiot out of herself. However, Scorpius's eyes flashed with emotion before hardening into icy steel.
"As if I would ever go out with someone like you, Potter," he drawled. "Why would you even think you had a chance?" he spoke harshly, condescendingly, drawing out his vowels while keeping his consonants clipped. He stared down at her, a sneer upon his face. An icy hand seemed to take hold of lily"s insides and toss them around like a quaffle. She bit her tongue so hard that she could taste blood, to stop herself from crying outright. She was better than that, and clearly, she was better than him.
She kept telling herself that as she hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, but she didn't feel any better. If anything, her heart seemed to feel heavier with embarrassment and hurt. Just as she reached the portrait of the fat lady, she heard footsteps hurrying behind her.
"Lily!" he called out, breathing heavily and his cheek tinged a slight pink from running. It was none other than the man who had just publicly humliated her in front of the entire Great Hall
"What could you possibly want, Malfoy?" Lily spat viciously, her face contorted in disgust to hide her hurt. He flinched visibly at her tone; she had always been the most even tempered Potter, but the day's events had certainly changed that.
"I wanted to, erm, apologize," he said awkwardly, shuffling his feet, unable to look Lily in the eye.
"You wanted to apologize?!" lily repeated disbelievingly. "You wanted to apologize, after completely humiliating me, being a complete ass to me when it took just about every ounce of guts I had to actually tell you how I felt? You actually want to apologize for acting like every other Malfoy? Be my guest; but don't expect me to stick around for it. You Malfoys have a history of being complete bastards to everyone, despite whatever singular good intention you have," Lily snarked brutally, marching through the portrait hole.
"Lily, please just--
"Shut up!" Lily screamed furiously, her eyes puffy from tears and her face tinged red from anger. She tried desperately not to look into his regretful grey eyes. She knew he was sorry. She even knew that he regretted it; but that didn't stop her from getting angry or feeling unbearably hurt and betrayed. She slammed the common room door shut and ran up the stairs to her room.
She collapsed onto her fourposter bed, tears stinging at her eyes. How could he have been so cold, so completely indifferent to what she had did and said? She had figured that if he had rejected her, well, he'd do it nicely. He told that awful girl Jenny McCallum that he didn't want to date her like a perfect gentleman. What the hell was his problem with her? Lily had known him since she was nine, seeing as he'd visited numerous times over summer holiday. Seething, Lily squeezed her pillow tightly, seemingly choking the life out of it before the thing blew up.
"Lily?" Rose poked her head into the room, "What happened?"
Lily could tell that her face was beet red, without even looking in a mirror. She didn't particularly want to tell Rose that she professed her love to a certain Ravenclaw who the proceeded to make her look like an idiot. Other the other hand, if Rose found out from someone else... Lily shuddered mentally at the thought; Rose had quite the temper.
"I, er, told Malfoy I liked him..." Rose seemed to be forcing herself not to comment until Lily had told her the whole story. "and I kissed him. Apparently, I wasn't good enough for him and he would never go out with someone like me." Lily fell back onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow.
"He said that?!" Rose snapped furiously. "What a complete and utter twat!"
Rose continued to rag on Malfoy for the better part of the hour, which Lily took great comfort in. However, by the time suppertime came around, Lily was nearly certain that she was going to remain in her bed, but Rose wouldn't hear of it.
"Don't let him know that he's gotten to you," she said. "Plus, if he even tries to spread any rumours about you, I'll tell everyone that he snogged Jan Bullstrode in fourth year."
Grudgingly, Lily agreed and followed Rose out of the dormitory and the common room. When they reached the Great Hall, Lily and Rose sat in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table, next to Lorcan and Frank. Lily tried to focus on whatever Lorcan was telling her about, but she could feel his eyes watching her. She wouldn't look back. She wouldn't. He had his chance.
What Lily failed to realize was that Draco Malfoy was also sitting in the great hall, in the long time vacant seat of the Arithmacy professor. The teacher had unfortunately been forced to retire when a bad bout of dragon pox left her feeling her age.
"Lily," Rose nudged her shoulder, "look who's taken up the Arithmacy position."
Dutifully, Lily looked up and met his gaze and waved politely at him, informing him that she'd caught him watching her, when all she wanted was to send all of the contents of the Gryffindor table flying at his son. He seemed slightly surprised and gave her a short nod in return.
McGonagall stood and the hall fell silent. Presumably, she was going to introduce Mr. Malfoy as the new professor.
"Good evening to all of you. Now--Mr. Malfoy, would you mind taking your seat?" she said dangerously, frowning deeply at the Ravenclaw who has taken to his feet. He, however, didn't seem to hear her. Lily refused to look to see what he was doing, instead focusing her attention on the number of rolls on the platter in front of her.
Scorpius grabbed her arms and gently brought her to her feet, forcing her to looking at him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Lily said angrily, crossing her arms and met his gaze fearlessly, ignoring the blatant stares of everyone in the hall.
"I wanted to tell you," he began, "that I was a complete arsehole today."
"Yes, you were. Now, if that was all, I think Professor McGonagall wanted to say something," Lily responded tartly, preparing to return to her seat as her steel resolve to hate Scorpius began to crumble.
"No, that wasn't all, damn it," Scorpius spoke fiercely, before turning to his father, saying quite clearly, "Screw you, Dad," and then proceeded to flip him off. Scorpius then pulled Lily into the most passionate, intense kiss she'd ever had.
Several wolf whistles occurred before the pair were forcibly broken apart be Al and James.
"I do love you, Lily Potter, and I don't plan on letting you go out with anyone else, ever."
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