A Scorpius Malfoy story in the nineteen years later timeframe. Disclaimer: I only own… let's see… no one?
"Don't get too friendly with him though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."
Scorpius Malfoy was a pure-blood. His father, a pure-blood, was a direct descendant of the Blacks. His mother, a pure-blood, was the granddaughter of the wizard who had come up with the Cruciatus Curse. He was a pure-blood, and would always be a pure-blood. That fact alone meant he could not like a half-blood who was the daughter of a Mudblood and a blood-traitor.
o0O()
Scorpius strutted down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, with all the vainness of his father. Behind him was George Goyle. Scorpius' mother had been amazed that his father had been able to find a female with which to reproduce, but he dismissed that fact. Besides, he made a good bodyguard.
"So you're Malfoy's son, eh?" James Potter asked him from inside one of the compartments. He looked exactly like his father, Harry; with whom his own father maintained a stony, but not unfriendly, relationship.
"Yes, I am." he sneered.
"Wait," came a voice from inside the compartment, "Who?"
"It's Scorpius Malfoy, Rosie," James answered, "And I'm still not sure why you and Albus insist on sitting with me."
"Because your dad told us to keep an eye on you." the red-headed girl answered. Scorpius thought briefly she looked rather like her aunt. Same red-hair, chocolaty eyes, and pretty face.
"Well you can stop keeping an eye on me, Rose." James said irritably. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
And with that, two first-years, a boy and a girl, were forcibly removed from the compartment. The boy, Albus, remained sullen and silent, but the girl, Rose, immediately started talking. "Hi, Scorpius!" she stuck out her hand for him to shake. He shook it with a slightly bemused expression on his pale, pointed face. "I'm Rose Weasley. It's nice to meet you, even though my dad said not to be friendly with you because you were pureblood." her eyes widened at the fact that she had let slip that information. "Let's pretend I never said that, shall we?"
"Okay." he agreed stiffly.
"Now that we know each other and all, what house do you think you're going to be in?" her face was glowing with the fervor of meeting someone new. "I'm almost positive I'm going to be in Gryffindor, since my whole family has been in there."
"Slytherin." he answered. "My whole family has been in Slytherin."
"Really?" she asked interestedly. "My Uncle Georgey was telling me your mum thought Slytherins were absolutely horrid."
"Well, I guess he was wrong." he said coldly, his sneer back in place. "My mother was always proud to be in Slytherin."
"No need to be rude." Rose said delicately, entering another compartment. Albus followed and glared at Scorpius.
"C'mon mates." he said gesturing to Crabbe and Goyle. They headed down to a compartment filled with first-years whom the Malfoys were family friends with.
"Why is it, Parkinson," one of them, a black girl with high cheekbones, was saying, "That you have your mother's maiden name?"
"Why do you care, Zabini?" the girl snapped.
"Just wondering, that's all." she responded coolly.
"Break it up," Scorpius said in a lofty tone. "Wouldn't want to get detentions before you're even sorted."
"Right you are, Malfoy." agreed a rather tall boy with crooked teeth and black hair.
"Sucking up already?" Parkinson asked with an edge in her voice. "Would've thought being a pet to Professor Patil was enough."
"Children, children." Scorpius said with mock disapproval. "No fighting on your first day."
Violet Parkinson merely grunted, and Jade Zabini's eyes narrowed into slits. Scorpius put an arm around each of them, and said suavely, "Now, ladies, it's unbecoming to squabble like this."
"Whatever." Jade responded.
"Mmhmm." Violet sighed, gazing at Scorpius.
"Hey, Adam." the tall boy acknowledged Scorpius with a grunt. "Your dad out of Azkaban, yet?"
"No. But those pixies deserved it." They were speaking of Marcus Flint, Adam's father, who had assaulted about a dozen Cornish pixies after they stole his rum. He was sentenced to three months in Azkaban, which was now guarded by trolls rather then dementors. You'd think Flint would have an edge, as he was probably distantly related to at least one of the guards.
"Of course," he agreed, the sarcasm in his voice apparently missed by Flint.
"Have you seen that Rose Weasley?" Benjamin Nott asked with mild interest.
"Yeah, why?"
"For a half-blood, she's not exactly an eyesore." the expression on Ben's face could be taken as either defiant or perverted. Scorpius went with perverted.
"You've got that right," Adam agreed fervently.
"She's a Weasley," Scorpius said disparagingly.
"Well who else is there to fancy?" Ben said waspishly.
"Me," Jade put in nonchalantly. She had gotten all of her grandmother's good looks, and was much more fanciable then Weasley.
"You've got that right," Adam made as to put his arm around Jade, but she kicked him in the crotch, causing him to double over.
"More like me," Violet said jealously, her eyes raking over Adam's ass. Jade gave a disdainful laugh, and Violet said, "Just because your father was the biggest slut Hogwarts has ever seen, you think you're better then us?"
"He wasn't a slut," she said fiercely, pressing her wand to Violet's throat, "And yes, I am better."
"Bring it down a notch Jade." Scorpius instructed, "Besides, the most you could do is poke her." Jade made an rude gesture in his direction. "Touché."
Violet giggled, and the rest of the compartment shot her a look.
o0O()
"First years?" called a voice with a thick Scottish accent. "First years with me!"
The gaggle of future Slytherins headed towards the voice. The man it belonged to was burly with thick brown hair. He was holding a gas lamp, the shadows of which made his rugged face look rather terrifying.
"Is this all the first years?" he asked. After doing a quick head count, he led them to the boats and introduced himself. "I'm Professor Oliver Wood, the Quidditch coach. Normally, Hagrid would be taking you up to the castle, but he's busy."
"With what?" Scorpius asked disdainfully.
"That," he called over his shoulder, "Is none of your business, Malfoy."
"Yeah, Malfoy." Albus called. "That's none of your business."
"Shut up, Potter."
"Quiet, both of you." Rose snapped.
There were a few catcalls, and Jade laughed cruelly. How like her father she was.
The castle loomed ahead and stopped all conversations immediately. Whispers glimmered across the boats like muffled, malevolent, ghosts, but no one dared speak in a raised voice.
"That," Wood announced, rather unnecessarily, "Is Hogwarts."
"Thank you Captain Obvious," whispered an indiscernible voice. It sounded like a girl.
The boats docked and the first years were met by a tall, thin woman with gray hair in a tight bun.
"I'm Professor McGonnagal," she said. After being asked what she taught, she added, "Your headmistress. I'll be taking you up to the castle to be sorted."
The whispers started up again as soon as McGonnagal left them in an antechamber of the castle.
"I heard we had to fight a troll!"
"No, you idiot! It's a dragon!"
"Obviously, we have to do some really impressive magic."
"No," Scorpius said loudly. There was silence, "We have to put on a hat. Does that sound easy enough?"
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." the professor said. They hadn't seen her come back in. "Now, if you'll all follow me…"
They walked into a huge hall filled with people, all staring at the first years. The know-it-all whispered an explanation for the enchanted ceiling, but she was cut off when McGonnagal started speaking again.
"This," she gestured to a shabby wizard's hat sitting on a three-legged stool, "Is the Sorting Hat. As Mr. Malfoy has so eloquently pointed out, you place it on your head to be sorted. Hat?"
A rip in the brim opened wide like a mouth, prompting a few gasps, and sung,
"You may think I'm just a hat,
But listen here, you little prat,
I'm just like you; a little old
But my advice is that of gold.
"If braves exactly what you are,
And if you reach for highest star,
Then you'll fight on with he of moor,
That is, I mean, brave Gryffindor.
"Warm-hearted, fair, and full of quirks,
In no one's back you'll thrust a dirk,
With this fair lass you'll learn your stuff,
That is, I mean, kind Hufflepuff.
"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure,
Learning is your greatest pleasure,
You were made in knowledge's great maw,
That is, I mean, wise Ravenclaw.
"Only the purest dare to join,
Though they may tend to purloin,
If you and you alone should win,
That is, I mean, sly Slytherin.
"Separated as you may be,
All different, as you can see,
But stick together, you all must,
Unless you'd rather turn to dust."
"A bit cheeky this year, isn't it?" one of the Slytherins asked in a carrying whisper. The speaker was pretty; she had dark blonde hair, turquoise eyes, and a squared jaw.
"Bit like you really," a Gryffindor answered. He was handsome and athletic looking. The Slytherin made an obscene gesture in his direction, then turned her attention back towards McGonnagal.
"That's quite enough, Ms. Garbini." she scolded, her square spectacles flashing. "Now, as I read your name, you will come forward and be sorted."
Scorpius was rarely nervous. However, the closer they got to the letter m, the more his palms sweated.
"Malfoy, Scorpius." he swaggered to the three-legged stool and McGonnagal placed the hat upon his head.
"Another Malfoy, eh?"
"Yes," he thought dully.
"I believe Slytherin would be a good place for you."
"Obviously."
"Slytherin!" the hat shouted. There was a loud cheer from the table closest to the door, and Scorpius went to sit with Flint.
Potter and Weasley were in Gryffindor, no surprise there. James Potter shouted loudest of all, his yells seemed to drill into Scorpius' mind. How glad he was he didn't have a sibling…
"Why can't I have a little brother?" he remembered asking at some point.
His mother gave a snort of laughter and nearly dropped the dish she was holding. "Believe me, you don't want a little brother. Or an older brother. Or a sister."
"Why not?" he pouted.
His father had swooped up on him from behind and lifted him into the air, "Why not? Because then you'd have to share your room."
That had quenched his desire for a little brother. His room was his fortress of solitude, as his mother called it. A crying baby intruding on it would drive him berserk.
"Alright there, Malfoy?" Jade asked, bringing him back from his memory. "You're looking a little glazed."
"Let the feast begin!" the headmistress called. Instantaneously, a huge variety of food appeared on the table in front of them.
"Bloody hell," gasped Adam. He looked close to dying of awe.
Ben reached for a Shepard's Pie and said conversationally, "As discouraging as the sorting of Weasley was, I'm willing to give her a second chance." he winked at her across the hall, causing her to snort the mashed potatoes she was eating.
"Smooth," Violet observed.
They all commenced to stuff themselves with the food, sparing no time for conversation. Once they were chock full of food and desserts, McGonnagal delivered her speech. The Prefects then led the first years, and the more forgetful older students, to the dormitories.
Scorpius, Adam, Ben, Jade, Violet, and a rather unattractive blonde followed a short black-haired Prefect named Elizabeth Worton down into the dungeons. They stopped in front of a painting of a sallow faced headmaster.
"Password?" he asked in a rather high, reedy voice.
"It's 'pellucid', Phineas," Elizabeth answered.
"Correct," the portrait swing open to reveal a large room with green tinged lights and furniture.
"You're dormitories are that way," the Prefect said, pointing. "Night."
What do you think? In case you were wondering, Scorpius' mom is Bell Cloude. She's a character from one of my other fanfics.