A/N: I'm baaccckkkk. Hope y'all had a great Thanksgiving!


What Happened Last Chapter:

There was a brief moment where neither Rose nor the entity on the other side of the pen said anything. All of a sudden, the loopy handwriting returned.

It's about my father.

Rose quickly scribbled back a response.

I'll be there.


"Oi, Malfoy! Get your pretty arse over here!" Fred Weasley yelled at his friend down the hall. Scorpius turned around just in time to see a green flash of light heading his way. To avoid the probable hair coloring curse, a personal specialty - and favorite - of Fred's, he dropped his bag and ducked. The curse hit some seventh year girl, who shrieked and cast a glare at Fred while clutching her head of blue hair. Oh and this girl just happened to be the girl Fred had been crushing on for three years.

"Bollocks!" Fred exclaimed not too quietly. Several nearby third years gasped and clapped their hands over their ears, while Fred just rolled his eyes at them and flipped them off, because, y'know, that's just how Fred rolls. This, of course, just made the kids recoil even more in horror. Laughing, Scorpius gathered his bag quickly and jogged down the hall to meet the horrified Fred.

"That, my friend, was priceless!" Scorpius clapped his friend on the back.

"Holy shit," Fred said, still horrified, running his hands through his dark hair, "Why did you fucking duck? I didn't mean to hit Katie goddamn Willard! Oh shit, I'm so sorry -" Fred quickly ran up to the girl, apologized, and cast the counter-curse before Katie could cause any serious harm. Scorpius slung his arm around his friend, still laughing.

"Sorry mate, I don't really like look blue hair on me - it makes my skin look bleached. Besides, you happen to never want to reverse the curse for at least another day, so I think I dodged a bullet there."

"Scor, I'm serious! God I feel so bad! If it were you, now I wouldn't care I thought it would be hilarious to see you, but oh god, now Katie'll hate me . . ." Fred toyed with his wand nervously, watching the now blonde Katie grab her hair and cast one more withering glare at Fred, and disappear into a classroom.

As Fred being the son of a Weasley (George and Angelina), there were three things set for him. He would be notoriously good at pranks, he would be sorted into Gryffindor, and he and Malfoy were bound to have a rivalry. Well, Fred wasn't one to play by the rules. Fred was indeed a master prankster and a Gryffindor, but also he and Scorpius became fast friends within the first five minutes of meeting each other on the train in their first year. No one knows how - the two were different in almost every way, but somehow, they managed to be great friends. Their friendship, of course, was kept as much secret as possible, as if anyone from either side of their families heard about the friendship, shit would flip. Fred's cousins didn't much care, but it was more the parents of either parties that the two were worried about.

"Fred, if it were any other person, you would feel no shame whatsoever," Scorpius laughed at his friend's misfortune.

"Oh, bugger off, you git!" Fred shoved his friend. Scorpius laughed again and simply changed the subject.

"Well, I've got to be off anyways, I have The History of the Wizarding World."

"Sucks to be you, mate. Binns first thing in the morning?" Fred jostled his friend's shoulder.

"I know! Well, I think Katie's in my class, and she's got an ass I could distract myself with." Scorpius teased his friend. Fred's ears turned a violent shade of pink, which meant he was impressively embarrassed by the topic, for his darker skin and lack of conscience usually meant that it was hard to tell if Fred actually felt any guilt at all.

"Well, I know you wouldn't do anything about that, you've got the hots for my cousin!" Fred shot back.

"You mean Rose?" Scorpius scoffed, "Like hell I would like her."

"Ay, watch it Malfoy, that's my cousin you're talking about." Fred's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I know, Weasley, and I don't hold it against you your cousin sucks." Scorpius said back.

"Alright then, I'll take it. You're not cursing her name this time I bring her up." Fred laughed. He knew that Rose and Scorpius didn't get along - in fact, he counted on it. Rose, usually the observant one, was always flustered and mad whenever the name "Malfoy" was brought up, so she would never suspect their friendship - if she did, that would be a bit of a problem, as she was a tiny bit of a tattle tale. Besides, the two cousins weren't that close - there were at least 35 cousins somehow all related to the Weasley branch, they couldn't just all be best friends, now could they? And if Fred were to be honest, while he loved his family, he found Rose a bit annoying; too much of a goody two shoes for his taste. Scorpius just grumbled angrily at the mention of his nemesis.

"Ah well mate, I'll leave you be for Transfiguration! See ya later!" Ever the truant, Fred split off from his friend, whistling and casting small prank spells on unsuspecting first and second years as he ambled down the opposite hall. Fred was smart as hell, and took some high level classes, but if a seventh year didn't skip Divination at some point in their year, they were bloody insane, in Scorpius' opinion. The Malfoy just rolled his eyes and joined up with another friend, Rocco Zabini down the hall.

"Ay mate, where you going?" Scorpius looked over Zabini's shoulder to see his schedule.

"History of the Wizarding World." Rocco groaned.

"Same, mate. We should head there now, we're gonna be late." Scorpius told his friend. Zabini nodded and the two went off down the hall, talking about the new broomstick endorsed by Victor Krum. They hardly noticed a group of giggling fifth year girls following them down the hall.

Zabini, admittedly, was good looking. He had dark hair that curled slightly at the end in an unruly manner, electric blue eyes that always had a hint of mystery in them, and a cocky smirk that could make any girl swoon. He was a great Quidditch player, a chaser. Though a bit of an aristocratic ass sometimes, he wouldn't be outright as bad as is father was. Naturally, all the girls loved him. But he would always play second fiddle to Scorpius.

Oh, how to describe Scorpius Malfoy. He was beautiful, that's for sure. His white blond hair was just so perfectly between unruly and neat, and his eyes were bright, unusual green under dark, heavy eyebrows. His sculpted jawline and cheekbones were strong enough to cut marble, and his strong nose screamed power. He inherited his father's coloring, but his beautiful mother's features, in that his eyes crinkled up every so slightly so it looked like he was always smirking at something.

He had a tall, muscular frame, which was only improved by his constant Quidditch playing. The best Seeker that the Slytherin Quidditch team had seen since the nineteenth century, he was. Probably the best Quidditch player at all of Hogwarts since, well, Harry Potter himself. Of course, Hugo Weasley certainly gave him a run for his money on that claim. It was no surprise that he was the Slytherin Quidditch team captain for the past two years. He had several female admirers - as well as a few male, because, honestly, Scorpius could turn anyone. He had a certain . . . reputation about his ability to please. Oh yes, Scorpius Malfoy was definitely a ladies' man.

His eyebrow was always quick to quirk and a snide comment was always at the ready, as per the usual for a Malfoy. And though he wasn't a racist pure blood like many of the elitist wizards, he could fit in with those people, and he could "turn on" such tendencies at will - if only to appease his Grandfather Lucius. But at school, such behavior was never used by Malfoy unless it was . . . well, we'll come to that later - and he only made such comments to make a reaction. But overall, Scorpius was actually a decent guy, aside from the occasional sarcastic comment or general boyish catcall (A/N not condoning catcalling here at all, fyi).

Despite the astonishing amount of time Scorpius spent on Quidditch and girls, he somehow was one of the smartest students in Hogwarts. All the students thought he was a perfect little angel, even though he had the reputation to be sort of a "bad boy". It was no wonder Scorpius got Head Boy. He was top of almost all of his classes - that is, except the classes he shared with Rose Weasley. Which was just about every class.

Rose Weasley. The very name caused the blood in his veins to boil. God she was just so, well she was just so . . . well she was Rose Weasley, that's what she was! She was infuriating - rude, arrogant, and just so fucking self righteous about everything she did! Well, it was actually very funny to see her riled up, so Scorpius usually did whatever he could to make her angry. That's probably why she was so rude to him, but still! Whenever she would beat out Scorpius in a grade (there was no "if" as a factor - she was smarter than him hands down, though he loathed to admit it) she would flip her hair over her shoulder, give a little smirk, then flounce off to her friends. Ugh! If she wasn't so stupidly perfect in her grades and all. That girl brought out the long buried instincts his grandfather had tried to instill into him before his death - the Weasleys had impure blood and had wronged the Malfoys. Family loyalty, eh? Then you better hate those bloody Weasleys, Grandie Lucie would say. Ha, like hell they they wronged the Malfoy name, Malfoy often thought, they didn't make you join the little skull snake club. Scorpius never held anyone's blood against them (though Zabini occasionally did), but she would make him say things he didn't mean just to get a rise out of her. Despite how much he hated her, he would always make the insults indirect. He really wasn't a racist. He really wasn't. Speaking of Miss Weasley, Scorpius and Zabini were almost to Binn's classroom at the end of the hall when they collided into a small figure with massive red hair and a tall blonde. Quick as a flash, Malfoy sent a silencing charm on Zabini, because Rocco couldn't always keep his instincts in check when it came to wizarding blood - or rather, Rocco knew that there was nothing he really could insult the two for, and so he would resort to old racist techniques. The mass of red hair pushed itself off of Scorpius' robes, beginning to apologize,

"Oh I'm so sor- y'know I take that back, you great prick," said the one and only Rose Weasley, flush already coming up her cheeks. Oh this was just too easy for Malfoy. He smirked and adopted the cold drawl he had when he wanted to appear "pureblood".

"My, my, Weasley, where are your manners?"

"Seeing as you are an uncultured swine, I didn't see it fit to treat you with respect," Rose shot back, brushing herself off. Silent Zabini was positively stewing at this comment, who would probably have gone into a full on rant about the ungrateful "mudbloods" in this school, because he knew that their insults were valid and that he really could do nothing else. Zabini still had his wand and was looking all to eager to use it on Weasley, so Malfoy decided to appease Rocco a little bit, though it disgusted him to say such words.

"I don't see why you shouldn't. Why, the Malfoys have been showing ourselves to be superior wizards for centuries longer than the Weasleys," Scorpius continued. He technically wasn't lying. The Weasley family name wasn't introduced to the Wizarding World until 1601, while the Malfoys had been known to be around since ancient times. At least, that't what Scorpius told himself. Just to piss her off, Scorpius started to walk past Rose and down the hall. The tiny girl grabbed his arm and whipped the Scorpius back around to hard that his teeth rattled.

"Oh don't fucking go there. Us Weasleys have more wizarding talent in a fingernail than you Malfoys have in your entire family," Rose pointed a shaking finger at him, flushing a terrible shade of magenta. Oh Merlin, Scorpius thought, I'm gonna have to finish it off.

"Oh dear, it looks like all that muggle blood is going right to your face. Pity - I almost forgot you were a Weasley for a moment there. You all flush so easily." Zabini smirked silently, and Malfoy knew there was a crisis that was averted. Rose, though, looked like she was about to explode, her face fire-engine red. Her friend ("Marnie? Maria maybe?" Rocco later questioned - Scorpius just rolled his eyes and turned his eyes back to his textbook) dragged Rose away before she could cast any dick-hex-off curses she knew away.

"Oh, get with the times Malfoy - it's the twenty first century." The girl ("It is definitely Marnie!" Rocco decided) replied over her shoulder as she walked away with her friend. Scorpius just smirked and cast the counter charm for Zabini over his shoulder as they walked away.

"The nerve of some people," Zabini crinkled his perfect, inbred, pureblood nose. "I still believe that such scum shouldn't be allowed in to Hogwarts." Scorpius cringed internally - if their fathers weren't best friends, Scorpius honestly would have never associated with Zabini. Rocco wasn't nearly as bad as Blaise, but he just got worked up and said some pretty bad things, as he knew that there was no defense for what his father did in the war - but Rocco sure as hell would try to protect his family. If there was anything pureblood families taught, if they taught absolutely nothing else, they taught family pride. Despite all of this, Malfoy couldn't resist one more comment back to Rose.

"Oi, Weasley! Look forward to working with you this year!" He smirked as he saw her mass of red curly hair whip back around.

"Oh what now, you great arse?" She called exasperatedly. Scorpius felt color rise to his cheeks imperceptibly, anger going through his core.

"You're Head Girl, aren't you?" He asked. Scorpius made sure he put as much nastiness and sarcasm as possible into the his next sentences, "Never mind that, I see that badge on your robes. I just wanted to say I'll have a great time pissing you off as your fellow Head Boy this year!"

Zabini later expressed surprise that Malfoy made it out of that corridor alive.


(A/N - this next part will be similar in that Malfoy will get his Head Boy rooms which I picture to be the same layout but decorated in green, so I won't really go into detail with this next part)

Malfoy hadn't bothered to send his things up to the Slytherin dorms, as he knew he would be getting a new Head Boy room, so he just sent his belongings there upon his arrival. He got a note from Professor Binns, saying that he was too lazy to get out of his classroom (do ghosts even have energy? Can they even get lazy? All legitimate questions in Scorpius' opinion), and that his new dormitories were on the fourth floor behind a small painting of a laughing kiwi. One of his admirers, some girl whose name Scorpius had forgotten, had insisted on coming with him to find his dormitories. Something about breaking in the bed with him. Malfoy was just about to give up and believe that the most boring professor that had ever existed had pulled a practical joke on him and there was no such painting when he heard a faint squeal. At first thinking it was the bimbo hanging off of his arm, Malfoy ignored it. However, he realized that the high pitched squeal was indeed not coming from the girl after seeing that the girls mouth was most certainly not moving. Cautiously drawing his wand, the girl back away from him, looking alarmed. She backed into a painting, and an extreme fit of giggles burst out into the air. Scorpius sighed and pushed the girl out of the way to see the painting. Shaking behind a bowl, painted in green oil pastels, was a kiwi shaking -positively shaking - with laughter.

"The little shit!" Scorpius muttered quietly. Tapping the painting three times with his wand and muttering "Abstergo", as the instructions told him too, Scropius reached behind the small painting. Tt swung out, revealing a doorknob behind it. Scorpius grasped the doorknob and pushed in the door that seemed to just appear on the stone wall. As soon as he did so, the girl, who Scorpius had honestly forgotten about at this point, sidled up to the Head Boy and tried to go in for a kiss. Scorpius pushed her off. She pouted, thinking this was a game.

"No, go to the feast - no, stop, Kayla - it's Kayla wasn't it?" Scorpius asked the girl weakly. The girl - obviously not Kayla- looked offended and simply walked off without another word with a birdie flipped over her shoulder.

Inside his new dormitories, Scorpius found a small living room, a kitchenette, a half bath, and a staircase leading up to a large oval bedroom and bathroom room. A second door on the first floor, next to the half bath, turned out to be a secret passageway to a secret chamber that held a shower and a closet to hold robes that had another secret entrance into the Slytherin locker rooms for Quidditch. All adequate arrangements for a Malfoy, he decided, though his rooms at home were much more luxurious.

Scorpius was getting ready to go down to the feast when he noticed a scarlet red envelope lying on the living room table. Oh no, he thought. This could only be from one person. Before the Howler could explode, Scorpius dashed upstairs and threw open his trunk. He ripped through all of his carefully folded belongings (his doing, not his mothers - Scorpius was a bit of a neat freak), and found the box buried underneath all of his clothes. He was hoping he wouldn't have had to use it, things had gone so well over the summer . . .

The envelope beginning to growl tore Scorpius from his thoughts. Malfoy dashed down the stairs and threw the envelope into the box, shutting the lid just in time to hear the explosion. Scorpius had perfected this box in the fourth year - any howlers put in it explode and will not be recited to you, but, like all magic, it had a catch - all of the painstaking charms it took hours to construct would be stripped away, and would have to be replaced. Scorpius sighed, running a hand through his hair. An unfamiliar stinging took at his eyes. Malfoy quickly swiped his eyes, refusing to believe that tears were almost coming - he hadn't cried since he was six years old an broke his arm - he believed nothing could have hurt more then. He was wrong - a broken family hurts much, much more.

Scorpius sighed and dealt with this the only way he knew how - he took out his special ink bottle.

A/N Crappy? Not crappy? I don't know. How bout y'all tell me in reviews and follows/favorites?


A/N Updated: AYYYYYYY not much to say, other than thanks for reading! The changes I did make were just to work out some inconsistencies that I realized that were starting

Posted: Ummmm idk maybe 11/27/15? I forget. :P I know I'm awful

Updated: 3/24/16