We've Got Everybody Singing...
A/N: So, this story for me is a bit of an ongoing saga.
It's my first Scorpius/Rose that isn't a one-shot. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish it. (Fingers crossed, guys! XD)
I'm going to post this, and if it gets some comments, I'll keep writing. If not, it can go on hiatus...
I'm hoping the latter doesn't happen because I really like it!
So yeah. Do enjoy.
The chapter titles are all song names. Each chapter has a playlist that kind of goes with it, but I'm not going to post them unless asked.
The fic itself is kinda based on the song Whoa by Paramore.
I own no character in this chapter except for Arabella.
Read and enjoy! XD
Chapter One: Franklin- Song by Paramore.
And when we get home, I know we won't be home at all
This place we live, it is not where we belong...
We can't go back, we can't go back at all.
Scorpius Malfoy had decided, when he was almost sixteen, that he would rebel against the Malfoy tradition. By then though he'd realised it was too late to fix a lot of mistakes he's already made.
For one, he was in Slytherin. It first year, it had made him gin. Now... He shook his head.
He was slightly disgusted.
Another mistake he'd made was making enemies. He had more enemies than friends. That, he realised, was a foolish move.
Now that he wanted friends, he had none.
Scorpius looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was neat and combed back.
He made a face and messed it up with the tips of his fingers. Much better.
As he made his way down the dormitory steps and out in to the Common Room, he tried to pin point the exact day he'd decided on this new rebellious approach.
It had to be somewhere between a week and a month ago,he thought.
He didn't need to think about why, though. He remembered the reason far too vividly.
He'd finally hit the age where he realised he could think for himself, regardless of what his father thought. And what he thought now was different to everything his father had taught him.
Scorpius slumped in to a soft chair in front of the fireplace, sighing as he relaxed.
Now he started to run through his appearance, listing ways he could change it.
Tattoos? Could be interesting. Hair colour? Definately. Piercings? The list went on.
He continued to think, entirely rapt in thought until:
"Scorpius..."
The way she said it. The way it rolled off her tongue, as though she had known it forever. It reminded him of the 'good' old days.
Of course, they weren't really good.
He snapped out of listing and raised his eyes up...
A short girl with bleached blonde hair and green eyes smiled at him.
Scorpius rolled his eyes.
"What do you want Arabella?" He didn't even try to hide the venom in his voice.
She arched an eyebrow. "You're still playing that stupid rebel game? Give it up, Scorpius. It isn't working."
Scorpius narrowed his eyes. "Why are you still here?"
She bit her lip and looked either side of her, as though searching for any eavesdroppers before sitting down in the chair next to Scorpius.
"I care about you, Scorpius. And I really don't think Draco will be pleased-"
"You're on first name basis now?" Scorpius cut in icily. "How... touching."
Arabella exhaled sharply. Scorpius saw that she was trying to keep her cool. He smiled. He liked that she was annoyed. He liked that he could make her feel even a fraction of what she forced on him.
"Stop this! If you want attention, I'll talk to you. I'll hug you, make you feel special and all that. Just stop this. Please?"
Scorpius shook his head. He thought he was over what happened but he found himself mildly angry and with a bitter taste in his mouth.
"You don't understand. You never will. What you've done..." he sighed. "Besides, this isn't about attention."
"I thought you'd forgiven me..." Arabella spoke softly. "I thought you said it would all be okay... I mean, it's not like I could help it. It was him all along Scorpius!"
She reached out to put a hand on his cheek. He turned his head away.
"Goodbye, Arabella." Scorpius stood up and turned around.
As he walked away, images flashed through his head.
Arabella smiling, Arabella kissing him under the mistletoe, Arabella whispering lies in his ears...
Arabella over at his place for the holidays...
Arabella in bed with his dad.
Scorpius shook his head, trying to expel the image.
For a while she was his only friend, but he couldn't forget or forgive.
The girl was only ever with him for his father's money and he knew it.
Maybe he couldn't fix the past, but he would rock the future and make it his.
Not his father's. Not his mother's. Not Arabella's.
His.
He smiled. And his first step would be making some real friends.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Do not hesitate to comment, but please no flames.