Hi. So…first HP fanfic. Enjoy! Oh.. and I do not own Harry Potter
The Silver Trio
I walked down the crowded corridor engrossed in the writing of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. I was only vaguely aware of the hustle and bustle of the students around me which is why I did not see the bludger arcing towards my head.
"ROSE," a boy from Herbology class screamed, "DUCK!"
I turned towards the voice only to be tackled to the ground by a certain blue-grey eyed, blonde haired boy.
"Scorpius," I said with a gasp, "What on earth are you doing on top of me?"
Scorpius Malfoy AKA Slytherin personified. He was smart, one of the highest in our class and he would do just about anything to get what he wanted. The boy had over half the female population of Hogwarts wrapped around his little finger. He was gorgeous and he knew it. He was smug, cocky, egotistical, clever, funny and incredibly kind when the urge fell upon him. Oh, and did I mention he was one of my best mates?
A smirk crossed his ridiculously handsome face as he said, "Just giving you a taste of what you've been missing all these years." With that I shoved him aside and began collecting my scattered things. My book was gone. I turned only to see Scorpius examining it.
"Give. Me. My. Book," I said. I was not in the mood to play this little game with him.
"Really Weasley? I thought you could at least pretend to act a little more appreciative to the man who just saved you from a bludger to the head. Could've been fatal," He said as he examined my book. I stood not dignifying his comment with a response.
Finally he looked up at me and asked, "Why do you feel the need to read rubbish written by a muggle?"
"Why do you feel the need to shag anything that moves?"
He feigned shock and replied, "Please, I do have some standards. I would never shag a Hufflepuff. Never. Not even if my own life depended on it."
I reached for my book and he lifted it above his head. "Please Scorpius," I begged, "I'm supposed to be tutoring Al in the library right now." Albus Potter or Al as he preferred to be called was my cousin. My mum and dad and Al's father made up the very famous Golden Trio. Al was also the third person in what he liked to call the Silver Trip consisting of Scorpius, myself and Al himself. All in Slytherin house, by the end of our first week at Hogwarts we were nearly inseparable.
Now as I looked at Scorpius I couldn't help but think how despite some raging hormones, not much had changed even though we were now in our 6th year here. Al still needed a tutor and Scorpius was as obnoxious as ever.
He took a step towards me and asked, "What's it worth to you?"
Unabashed, I took a step towards him so only a thin space of air separated us. I looked up into his now widened eyes and said softly, "How about a kiss?"
His eyes widened even more and an emotion flitted across his face to quickly for me to identify, but that was all the time I needed to snag my book out of his hand and turn on my heel towards the library. As I walked away I turned to see him still standing there looking like he was already calculating his revenge. With an angelic grin I called, "See you in Potions."
SOOOOO…..? Please review. Please. Good, bad or otherwise I really would just love to hear your thoughts. For real. :)