Title: Ectopia
Author: Veritas-amore
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership to any part of Harry Potter, yada, yada, you know the rest.
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Scorpius' eyes very reluctantly trained themselves off their target to look up at the owls as they soared into the Great Hall and sought out his haughty bronze owl immediately. He watched it glide towards him smoothly and ominously thought of what he would do to the bird if it didn't have the package he'd been waiting for.
Midas stopped before him and dutifully held out his leg in order for Scorpius to claim the envelope sealed to his leg. He knew by the heaviness of the envelope that this wasn't another doting letter from his mother or grandparents.
"Good boy," he cooed in a quiet, dark voice to the owl and briefly stroked his handsome feathers before he took flight once more.
Turning his attentions to the envelope he read the messy scrawl that bore his name.
Scorpius Malfoy
The Slytherin Table
The Great Hall
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry
And on the back, the address of the very killable correspondent: Alaric McCarthy. Scorpius had almost been considering sending the bloody idiot a curse in an envelope if the package had come any later. It seemed luck favoured McCarthy to Scorpius' disappointment. He'd been looking for a victim to send them a curse disguised as a lovely package of sweets from home. Perhaps a Gryffindor would be a better candidate… plus he'd be around to witness his handiwork and piss himself laughing. A devious smirk befell his lips.
Not wanting to open the envelope here –because quite frankly that nepotistic old hag that lorded over the school (whom more courteous students referred to as Professor McGonagall) would put him in detention for the rest of the year if she caught him in possession of such things and his detention schedule was already quite full, thank you very much – he slipped it into his robe pocket and raised his pumpkin juice to his lips, deciding that a few more minutes of glaring wouldn't do anyone any harm.
"Malfoy's staring at you again," Albus had the indecency to point out and turn his gaze back from the Slytherin table. And here Rose sat wondering why in magical Merlin she'd though t having breakfast with Al at the Gryffindor table was such a good thing. The Gryffindors were too bloody chipper in the mornings for her tastes.
She shrugged noncommittally and wished he hadn't said a thing about the damn blond excuse of a wizard.
"I take it he's still sore that you broke up?" Al sniggered.
Rose's shoulders stiffened. She did not like being reminded. No, she loathed being reminded of what a grand time she'd had being Scorpius' Malfoy's girlfriend. "You'd have thought he'd have gotten over it with another long list of whores on his holiday in France, wouldn't you?" she said darkly and did not dare look up to the offending wanker. She knew he'd be staring and she knew his spitting grey gaze would imprison hers before he'd sneer deprecatingly at her and she'd avert her gaze. She'd thought it'd bore him after a few days, but no, six weeks into the school year and he was still glaring daggers at her.
"Perhaps he truly does like you," Albus mused and Rose awarded this psychological insight with a very venomous look. Yeah, that was sure to be it. Not.
"Or he's still smarting that I was the one to walk out and not him? I hear he doesn't graciously take having his ego wounded," Rose muttered icily and raised her coffee to her lips. She'd begun drinking it black this year in order to experience something so sharp so that the sight of Scorpius would come as less of a sting but no, nothing was as stinging, smarting, sharp and cutting as the sight of a sneering old flame with a different bimbo on his arm every week.
It wasn't that she still liked him. God, no. The number one spot on her homicides to commit list was now filled by his name… it was just that the daily reminder of what he'd done and was probably still doing was as harsh as a slap to the face. And a slap to the face each day was fast becoming overrated.
"What I don't get," Albus began with a tone that hinted at nothing good, "is why you're still so affected by him. Weren't you the one to call it quits?"
Yeah… nothing good. She hated how touchy-feely her Potter cousins could be. Lily was the worst with her gooey, girly heart-to-hearts but for a bloke, Albus was just as bad. Why on Earth had her aunt and uncle taught their kids about honest family relations? It was so passé. The latest vogue was to keep your filthy secrets to yourself and die from the horror and mortification they brought.
In any case, Albus certainly wasn't dying. He would be if he kept this conversation up though. Ravenclaws weren't prone to murder but Rose blamed these urges on the vilifying fact that she'd dated a Slytherin and that Slytherin had somehow rubbed off on her. How tainting.
"I'm not affected by him," Rose hissed, baring her teeth. "I just hate how he's such a jumped up fuckwit."
"At any rate, I'm just glad you're not with such a prick anymore. Really, Rose. Malfoy? Of all people? I can't even begin to ponder what you must've been thinking when he asked you out…"
A raged scowl pulled Rose' lips back into a snarl. She wished they'd go back to their debate of which team was going to sign up James as chaser first, the Wimbourne Wasps or the Montrose Magpies. The talk of Quidditch bored her but at least it had kept them off awkward topics. Awkward topics like Scorpius Malfoy.
"What have you got first?" she interrupted with unmistakable firmness in her voice. Albus took this as his cue to not digress more into the Malfoy topic than was safe. Rose had been a docile girl until recently and the change in her wasn't what most would term a welcome or a harmless one. She'd never been this cold, this detached and certainly never this passionate. He didn't believe her when she said she wasn't affected by him. He still saw the glint in her eyes whenever she looked over at the blond and the way she'd wander into her thoughts after passing him in the hall, the hard set of her features dissolving into something that was almost reminiscent. He didn't like it much and he didn't like that Scorpius Malfoy had made her become like this. When he subtly tried to hint at it, she'd scowl and vehemently lie.
"Defence against the Dark Arts. You?"
"Free period. I'll see you in charms?"
"Yeah," he smiled and took this as an end to their conversation for Rose had finally downed the last of her coffee and was putting a book back into her bag. "See you later."
She smiled in farewell and left the table. His eyes flickered to Slytherin table and he wasn't in the least bit surprised to find that Malfoy had also departed. He hoped Rose used a magnificently painful spell on him.
Rose passed Nathalie Banks on her way to the library but did not return the warm smile Nathalie sent her way. She tried to reason that it was because she was walking too fast for Nathalie to actually notice it but knew that she was just deluding herself. It was solely due to Nathalie having been hanging off Scorpius' arm last week at the Hogsmeade trip like a doe eyed, empty brained, magically enhanced breasted flobberworm that Nathalie clearly hadn't been before Scorpius.
She was glad that that change hadn't happened in her. Empty brained was not under any circumstances an adjective one used to describe the Ravenclaw Head Girl. But the change he'd wrought in her wasn't exactly that brilliant either, if a whole lot more acceptable than being doe eyed and empty brained and having her breasts magically enhanced. She was quite happy to say her breasts were in no need of enhancements, magical or otherwise. But this wasn't who she'd been. Rose Weasley had been a lovely, naïve girl, dedicated to her friends and studies and mostly callow when it came to relationships. Now she was just aloof and disinterested in everything around her and much too cynical to be considered openly approachable. This didn't do wonders for her Head Girl status. It wasn't just her but she'd noticed a definite drop in the amount of people who now came to her to solve their problems and sourly noted how the Gryffindor Head Boy had people flocking around him like thestrals on dead meat. Like the Gryffindors needed any more attention; they practically had McGonagall lapping up after their arses. She was a fair headmistress by all accounts but there was no denying the hints that pointed to her favouritism of the Gryffindors.
McGonagall did like Rose more than the rest of the Ravenclaws, however. Rose put it down to her parents have been former Gryffindors and two thirds of the trio that helped finish some sad little megalomaniac with a penchant for murder and immortality. Whether it was her constant Outstanding average that popularized her with the headmistress or her once friendly aura, McGonagall had liked her enough to make her Head Girl.
Rose was ready to bet McGonagall wasn't that thrilled at the decision now. She was almost unapproachable nowadays and even though she'd rather turn blue and sprout antlers out her backside than admit it, it was because of Scorpius, the fucked up little…. Rose took a deep breath in an obvious effort to calm herself down.
She was just passing through the history of magic corridor on the fourth floor when she felt herself being pushed into a classroom by a strong body as an arm wrapped around her waist. Opening her mouth to protest, she was exasperated to find that her oppressor had clamped their hand down on her mouth and she immediately ceased her struggling. She'd been in this position before – although the last time had been infinitely more fun- and she recognized the size and smell of that hand. It was his hand.
By the time they were safely in the classroom and the door was shut behind them, Rose had already had her wand out and she broke out of Scorpius' hold to turn and hold her wand aloft before his chest, her breathing slightly laboured.
Scorpius didn't so much as blink down at her wand. "Put that away, I'm not going to attack you," he sneered.
"Except you just did," Rose ground out and kept her wand in place.
"That's called overpowering. Keep this up though and I'll show you the real meaning of attack."
Rose snarled viciously. "You foul, despicable dog!"
Scorpius was unamused by her insult and did not call her on it. "We need a little talk," he stated rather calmly and walked around her to take his seat at the teacher's desk at the head of the classroom. What a gloriously patronizing move.
"I don't talk to you anymore, remember?" And she made for the door but a moment later and the lock of the door had turned. She knew Alohomora wouldn't work; he didn't work like that -there were no loopholes in his plans- and hence turned round to face him angrily but not even thinking of putting her wand away.
He was smiling quite complacently, completely at ease. "Take a seat, Rose," he said in a voice that was misleadingly polite but the ordering tone behind it was unmistakable. "We might be here a while."
Grudgingly, Rose walked up to one of the front desks and cautiously sat down, wand still gripped tightly in hand. Scorpius noticed for his eyes flickered to her wand and he ghosted a smirk before he held her gaze once more.
"I think we should start dating again," he announced seriously, briefly inspecting his cuticles before he raised his gaze to take in her reaction. Rose let out a short, derisive laugh before she got up and turned to make for the classroom door.
"Nice talking to you, Malfoy," she mocked and raised her wand. If he wasn't planning on removing the spell she'd just have to blow the door open. Before she could utter the spell however, she'd found her wand flying out of her hand and she turned round in time to see Scorpius' outstretched hand catch it. Her face suffused with colour. How fucking overbearing!
"Give me back my wand," she hissed and marched up to him at the desk.
"I will on the promise that you'll sit and listen to what I have to say," he offered and Rose glowered toxically but nodded and snootily snatched her wand out of his hand before going to sit back at the desk.
"I'd rather feed myself to the nearest manticore than go out with you again," she told him scathingly. "So don't waste your breath much. Nothing you can say is going to make me change my mind."
Scorpius raised a supercilious eyebrow as if to say 'oh really?' and knotted his hands together before him. "This is the nice approach, Rose. Accept and you might not get to see the ugly approach."
"This is nice?" she repeated and allowed another derisory laugh. "Always the gentleman, weren't you, Malfoy?"
"I'm only going to say this once more nicely: would you like to date again?"
Rose narrowed her eyes at him. "You knew I'd say no," she said shrewdly. "So that's not really why we're here are we?"
He awarded her astuteness with a small, approving and somehow always condescending smile. "Yes, I knew you'd disagree. But tell me, why do you think we are here?"
She was lightening fast in her answer. "So you can play the role of the resident mind fucker?"
Scorpius laughed but the sound was hollow. "Perhaps," he answered vaguely with an ambiguous wave of his hand. "So you say no to my proposal?"
"I'd say no to anything you've got to offer," Rose ungraciously spat. "What you did was vile and I have every reason to believe you'd do it again were I stupid enough to agree."
"You're not going to like this then," he said with a careless shrug and extracted an envelope out of his bag and threw it at her. Rose instinctively caught it to avoid being hit in the face and snarled at him, knowing he'd done that purpose before turning the envelope cautiously within her hands. She'd be damned if she didn't think he'd cursed the bloody thing…
"Open it, it's not going to eat you," he ordered, amused and enjoying being a bloody martinet too much.
Rose ripped open the envelope from one side and slid the contents onto the desk before her, her face earning a touch of bewilderment as she saw the many white backs of what were unmistakably pictures. Chancing a glance at Scorpius did nothing to calm the nauseating apprehension and foreboding she felt. He'd taken the liberty to push the chair he was sat on back in order to cross his feet before him on the desk, his hands behind his head in a complete picture of ease. But that wasn't what alarmed Rose. It was the dark grin upon his lips and the glint in his eyes. Rose found them strangely disconcerting.
She reached a slightly shaking hand and selected a picture at random before slowly turning it to look at its front, her heart hammering relentlessly within her chest. It temporarily froze as she laid eyes on the content of the picture and her eyes widened, her breathing becoming laboured. Before her was a very telling picture of her and Scorpius during happier times. Much…happier…. Times. Her head was thrown back against Scorpius' shoulder and her eyes closed in pleasure as Scorpius devoured the column of her neck. She was wearing nothing but a cream bra and Scorpius was shirtless, his hands exploring her sides lovingly.
Rose was shuddering. She knew it was because of the horror that he had the gall to even do something like this but she knew -she just knew- that a small part of her was shuddering at the reminder of how good it had been with Scorpius. If admittedly, only that part had been good with him.
"Try another one," Scorpius' voice advised gleefully and it seemed far away as Rose took heed to his words and extracted another picture. Scorpius was sat on a chair as she straddled him, her head bowed and focused on licking his chest as he held one hand at her waist and the other looked to be conspicuously between her legs. Another and another she turned until she'd seen all of them and was visibly distraught at having been reminded. The only comfort Rose took was that she was wearing the same underwear in most of them which meant he'd at least taken them during one session and not many. When she finally managed to find her voice and make sure it wasn't going to crack she looked up at him with a cold mien that was marred by the largeness of her eyes and the disbelief behind them.
"How could you?" she demanded furiously. This was just beyond cruel. "How dare you take these without my permission?"
"I don't need your permission to do what I want," he sneered.
"You need permission when what you're doing involves my integrity and dignity. Incendio!" she'd pointed her wand at the pictures and watched with satisfaction as a burning orange flamed devoured them and left nothing but ash on the desktop. "Scourgify."
Scorpius gave a large pseudo sigh. "Now there was absolutely no need for that, Rose," he admonished patronizingly. "I have copies." And he extracted another envelope and set it before him on the desk before he raised his wand and caused the envelope and pictures to shred into many tiny pieces. And he extracted another and another and another and desecrated each in turn. Rose had just looked on in astonishment and hurt.
She didn't understand how someone could be so cold.
Scorpius should've been born dim if he was going to come here without copies. He knew her hothead would cause her to try and get rid of the pictures and keep her world firmly happy and cheerful but alas, if there was a field in which Scorpius Malfoy had to excel it was destroying the happy and cheerful worlds of others. His demonstration had been needless but he wanted to prove to her that he wasn't joking around.
"Who took them?" she asked quietly. Her voice had dropped considerably but had not lost an ounce of venom. Scorpius loved how the Slytherin in her was on display to the pubic so much nowadays.
"Alaric McCarthy," he replied simply and slid his legs off the desk. "James' Potter best mate wasn't he? They say you shouldn't trust a Slytherin but it looks like the Gryffindors are fighting to change that adage aren't they? Shame you can't get him back, really. I would've liked to see you curse the plonker."
So so so much. He loved it when Rose Weasley lost control. She was a fiery beautiful thing to behold when she let go of all inhibitions and allowed her emotions to rule over her. Especially in bed.
"Just that one time?" she questioned still in that very effective low voice.
"Just once," he confirmed.
"Why?"
Because he'd needed good wank material at the time and pictures of him and Rose at it were the ultimate wank material. He didn't dare breathe a word of that to Rose however. So he shrugged. "Makes for good blackmail material. Just imagine the scandal I could cause by publishing these… our very own prim Head Girl engaging in some rather derogatory extra-curricular activities… enough to make you lose your badge, I'd say. Would you be willing to lose your position, Rose?"
Rose was visibly shaking with the anger and although he couldn't see, he was making an educated guess that her hands were clenched tightly beneath the desk, her knuckles a sure white. "Publish them, I don't give a shit."
Except she sort of did. Which was what made this so much fun. Although the fun of it wasn't the sole reason for Scorpius to do it. "You give a shit more than you care to let on. You've been working towards Head Girl since your third year and how disappointed will your mummy be when she learns her daughter has lost Head Girl due to a few trivial pictures?"
Rose quite suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly. "So, this is why we're here," she concluded and a very bitter smile twisted her lips. "So you can blackmail me? Into what? I'm just dying to know, Scorpius."
Scorpius left the teacher's desk and slowly approached her, knowing the situation felt too much like predator on prey for her comfort. But she stared defiantly back at him as he neared, daring him to do the worst. "You see, not only do those pictures make for good blackmail, they're also an excellent testimony to how fantastic the sex was. I miss the sex, Rose."
"Really?" she mocked cuttingly. "Because if the fifteen or so girls you've seen since school's started are anything to go by, I'd say your not missing sex at all. Tell me is it one girl a night or do you perhaps go for a little group action? Threesomes are nice but two girls seem too tame for a bastard like you."
"Well," Scorpius breathed as he leaned closer to her over the desk, his fingers lightly rising to brush her cheek. "You always did bring a certain level of excitement no matter the number."
Rose angrily smacked his hand away. "I wouldn't go near you again if you were the last guy on Earth. If it was a choice between you and the squid, I'd rather engage is bestiality than have your filthy person near me."
"It good to know you take comfort in the fact that the squid has more than enough…eh, tentacles, to keep you occupied. You used to be just fine with my cock and fingers but it would seem that you're insatiable."
"Fuck you," she snarled and had her wand underneath his chin immediately.
"Mmm, that's exactly what I want you to do," he groaned huskily. "It could be so good, Rose. Just say yes and we'll drop this ugliness."
She'd closed her eyes and set her lips in a tight line, her wand falling away from his throat as she fought for breath. He loved making her react like his.
"No," she said quietly after a while, her eyes snapping open to reveal the limpid azure of her irises. On any other girl, blue eyes were a complete bore, on Rose, they were pure exquisiteness. "No. You… you're foul and emotionless and utterly selfish," she said each word with a laboured breath as though the effort she was exuding into these words took everything from her. "You hurt me last year and I know you're going to hurt me now. No, I don't want this."
Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears and he sensed her voice was very close to cracking. He hoped she wouldn't cry. Scorpius despised it when girls cried. He wouldn't mind a bit of tears and to know that they were over him was a very satisfying thing but he was going to make her see reason and not cry.
"But what about Head Girl?" he teased maliciously, not caring that he was pushing every single one of her buttons and exploiting each weakness. He just wanted her damn it! "Say no and this time tomorrow that glistening badge is going to be on another girl's robes." His finger reached out to trace the letters embossed on the gleaming badge but she angrily slapped his hand away. That dear to her, huh?
"Fine," she said, the word coming out forced and wobbly through her clenched teeth. "I'll… I'll do whatever you want me to do just…just get rid of the pictures."
Scorpius grinned triumphantly. "The pictures stay. I'll hide them where no one has a hope of finding them but they stay. Deal?"
Rose mutely nodded.
"Good… now in exchange for such a kindness I want you to sleep with me."
Rose' head snapped up and he saw a few tear tracks on her cheeks but her brief vulnerability had melted away to loathing. "What?" she asked sharply.
"Dating you is taxing and tiresome and your many cousins wouldn't take kindly to it and self preservation ranks top in my priorities, so no dating. Just sex; once a week."
She was quiet for many long moments before she let out a strained. "Fine."
"Such a sweet, obliging girl," Scorpius cooed jeeringly and tucked a strand of her hair softly behind her ear. She did not react in any way possible but asked numbly. "Will you see others while we're at this… arrangement?"
Scorpius gave a lazy smirk. He hadn't met a girl he'd dated who wasn't overprotective of him. "I could not but it'd arouse suspicion and exciting as you undoubtedly are, Rose, my attentions are most likely not going to be occupied with just you."
Her shoulders slumped a little. He didn't care. He'd gotten what he wanted; a guaranteed few nights with Rose Weasley.
"One more thing," she began hoarsely. "How long is this to going to last?"
His hand slipped underneath her chin and he raised her face up in order to look at the shinning eyes. She was resigned in an acquiescent sort of way but he detected the defiance and the challenge in her face. Leaning down, he briefly caught her lips in a very teasing slow kiss –in which she refused to respond- before he pulled back and whispered delicately. "Until I get bored of you."
And then he made for the door, summoning his bag from the teacher's desk before he lifted the spell he'd cast on the door and left, an added sprinkle of malice on his lazily uplifted lips.
Rose forcefully pushed back the lump in her throat and the tears in her eyes. What more had she expected? Finding out that he'd taken pictures of them having sex to use as blackmail later on was an ego stroke like nothing else. As was his comment that he'd sleep with her and other girls at the same time –this was becoming familiar but that took absolutely nothing from the pain of it- and that he'd leave her when he tired of her. God, had a sicker bastard every graced these hallowed halls of hormones?
She could hardly believe she'd even agreed but he'd pushed her into a corner with no visible way of getting out. Sleep with him or lose Head Girl and face perpetual shame and disappointment. Rose couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her mother and losing Head Girl. Scorpius had been right; she'd been working towards this since her third year. She wasn't going to give it up lightly.
Were the pictures ever to be leaked to the student populace, Rose knew for a certain that she would flee the castle entirely, regardless of NEWTs, regardless of Head Girl and regardless of anything. She did not take that kind of shame and stigma.
In short, he'd trapped her as effectively as one could be trapped. Like being gagged, tied, straight-jacketed, thrown in a sack, then a padlocked wooden box and finally a safe large enough to fit a teenage girl before being flung into the ocean. She was that trapped.
But she knew there was another reason. Much as she denied and lied and tried to force the truth out of her veins, she couldn't refute the facts. His deal wasn't that unpleasant. She would enjoy it just as much as he. Like him, she'd also missed the sex. It wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced before. They'd always been wild, uncontrolled, fast, never tender and she'd loved the heat and euphoria of the moment every time. Sleeping with Scorpius Malfoy was like orgasming continuously whilst plummeting from a terrific height on a rollercoaster. Nothing could beat that level of excitement and for someone who'd lead an entirely inconspicuous existence Rose had found it terribly addicting to have these massive highs that only Scorpius had brought about.
She didn't even know why she was still so obsessed with him. He was as vile, repulsive and selfish as the male species came, he had the etiquette of a pig that didn't quite befit the society he'd been born into and was a master manipulator. He was her cousins' object of scorn and her father's only misgiving about her being at Hogwarts. He was, in quintessence, everything she did not want in a man.
Only he was. He was intelligent, he was obstinate, he was athletic, he was beautiful, he was powerful, he was virile and he had been hers. Except Scorpius Malfoy didn't take lightly to being anyone's possession. If anything, he was the possessor and Rose had been his for a few short weeks during the summer term of last year. What was more, he was never content with one possession. Once the gloss wore off, the novelty became old and he'd search for a new person to entertain his attentions.
It seemed Rose still had some gloss however. Why else would he cut a deal to sleep with her again? The thought that he might like her was an undisputedly far-fetched and unlikely one so she brushed that off and conceded that he was indeed just that selfish and wanted her for the sex.
She didn't care. Yeah, she didn't quite like him that much at the moment but she just wanted the sex again. And that was exactly what he was offering her. There had been no reason to not agree to the deal. Sure, the blackmail and the pictures were cruel and so very typical of him but in the end, it had been an effective way to get what he wanted. And he always got what he wanted.
In the distance, she heard the bell ring for the second period and slowly left the classroom, wondering how long it would take Scorpius to act on his deal.