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Scorpius woke up, his head pounding, and let out a loud groan. "What the fuck?" he said a little too loudly.
"Oi! Shut it," a voice across the room bellowed throwing something hard—probably a potions book—at Scorpius. "Some of us are trying to sleep."
"I'll kick your ass Zabini, and you know it," Scorpius said, not in the mood to deal with his smart-ass friend.
"Try it mate," he said sitting up a little. "I know you're still in a pissy mood over the Potter girl, but honestly, she's not even that hot."
"Piss off," Scorpius said before getting up. He threw on the robes that were hanging over the side of his bed, not caring that they were wrinkled.
He headed for the common room with a book under his arm, planning on wasting the morning hours until breakfast. Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough to be there alone. He thought about turning back, but Myra had already spotted him and waved him over.
"You're up early," she said. She was still in her pajamas, which were surprisingly much better than the clothes she normally wore. She wore clothes that were too small, thinking it emphasized her body, where it only made her look trashy in Scorpius' eyes.
"Yeah, I guess," Scorpius said, trying to think of a way out of the conversation without being overly rude. Their parents were friends, and Scorpius was certain that if he were rude to Myra it would get back to his parents.
"I know you don't like me," she said, surprising Scorpius. He'd assumed the reason she followed him around was that she assumed he felt the same about her. "But I think we could be really good together. Our parents would be thrilled."
"Just another reason not to then," Scorpius scowled.
"I get it, you're all hung up on the Potter girl, but that will fade. And then you'll still have me here." She stood up, and ran her hands through his blond locks. "We all saw you kissing her. But we've been back for nearly two weeks, and you haven't even spoken to her. I don't think she's interested in what you have to offer, which honestly isn't much for the little princess."
Scorpius growled. "Fuck you."
"Sure," she smiled. "I always knew you wanted to." She shuffled out of the room before Scorpius could respond.
Despite how much he detested Myra, she made sense in a lot of ways. Lily hadn't made any effort in contacting him after the concert, and she had the remaining two weeks of summer break to write him. Now that they were back at school she didn't make any move to speak to him or even acknowledge their encounter.
At breakfast he watched Lily from across the Great Hall. She was sitting with her brother and cousins at the Gryffindor table, and hadn't spared a glance in his direction. Albus Potter, on the other hand was openly glaring at the blond Slytherin.
"Oi," Zabini threw a piece of toast at his friend's head. "Mate, we're going to Hogsmeade this weekend. You in?"
"Sure," Scorpius said turning his attention back to those around him.
"Myra's going with Goyle, so at least you wont have her hanging all over you." Flint looked at the girl as she draped herself across yet another guy. "That ones persistent, isn't she?"
"Quidditch practice tonight?" Avery piped in speaking to no one in particular.
"Just cause some of you don't get laid doesn't mean all of us want to waste our nights on the Quidditch pitch," Flint joked.
"I get laid!" Avery protested.
Scorpius snorted, while Zabini choked on his toast. "Who would touch you with a ten foot poll?" Flint egged on further.
"Sod off," Avery replied lamely, causing all of them to laugh loudly, drawing the attention of the room.
After Avery stormed out of the Great Hall, Zabini commented, "Maybe we should lighten up on the git."
"And take away all the fun?" Flint looked to Malfoy.
"Zabini's probably right," Scorpius agreed.
"Just because you're hung up on a girl that doesn't care you exist." Flint remarked under his breath.
"I don't give a damn about Potter," Scorpius said loudly enough for the entire table to hear, possibly the entire Great Hall. Without looking to see if Lily heard, he stood from his seat and left the Great Hall.
"Oi, Malfoy!" A voice called from behind him.
"Potter," Malfoy sneered as the dark haired boy approached. His glasses were slightly crooked as he pushed them up his nose.
"Stay away from my sister." His voice was calm, and in truth he didn't look threatening, but Scorpius knew otherwise. The two had classes together the entire time at Hogwarts, and Malfoy knew he was plenty good at curses and defense.
"I don't plan on going anywhere near your sister," Scorpius said taking a step closer to the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.
"Then stop staring at my sister," his voice didn't waver and neither did his gaze. "Or I'll curse your balls off."
"Albus," Lily's soft voice carried through the empty corridor. "Albus," she said again, and stopped when she spotted the two. "What the hell, Al?"
"Lils," he said, quickly putting his wand in his pocket, which Malfoy hadn't even noticed he'd drawn. "I said I'd be back."
"What are you doing," she said looking at her brother and then the tall blond.
"Just having a little chat with my old pal here," he smiled his famous crooked smile, the one that all the girls swooned over. Not his sister.
"Just having a chat my arse!" She smacked her brother on the shoulder.
'Ow!" he rubbed his shoulder. "You didn't see the way he was looking at you!" He complained in his own defense.
"I can take care of myself," she smacked him again, harder. "Get your arse back in there!" Albus gave Scorpius a hard look before Lily smacked him again and he turned to leave. Scorpius had to admit it was quite comical the way Lily commanded her older brother, and he let a small smirk grace his features.
"Sorry about him," Lily said once he was out of earshot. "He can be a bit of a prat at times." Scorpius studied Lily for a long moment, not saying a word. "Ok," she said, looking uncomfortable. "I'll just be—"
"Why didn't you write?" Scorpius blurted out before he could stop himself.
Lily looked stunned at his sudden change of subject. She blinked several times before responding.
"Why would I?"
"I don't know," Scorpius looked at the red head, her perfect poker face set into place, betraying no hint of emotion. "I just figured you'd have something to say to me after that night, and, well…" he trailed off, feeling stupid for bringing anything up.
"Ok, I'll be seeing you then." She said turning away.
Frustration bubbled inside of him as he watched Lily walk away. Did she sway her hips oh so tantalizing just to throw it in his face?
As the other students filtered out of the Great Hall, Scorpius wiped his mind of any thoughts of Lily Potter, the girl that clearly had little to no interest in him.
"Hey, Scor," Zabini said slapping his friend on the back. "I wondered where you'd run off to," he laughed. Scorpius shook his friend off him. "No need to be so grumpy, remember the party's tonight."
Every year Slytherin had a party to start off the term, and this year was no different. In fact, this year was supposed to be even better, seeing as it was their last year.
"Maybe the princess will be there," Zabini suggested, eyeing his friend.
'Fuck Potter," Scorpius burst out.
"Well alright then," Zabini laughed lightly at his friend's outburst. "Looks like we'll be getting good and drunk then."
Classes seemed to lag for the remainder of the day, and Scorpius couldn't find any energy to bring himself to care one way or another at what his professors were saying.
Zabini was passing Scorpius yet another shot of firewhiskey, and he was downing them, the burn in his throat had dulled long ago, though the burn of seeing Lily Potter there hadn't. She showed up alone, but that didn't mean she would leave alone. He noticed that one of the Scamander twins had shown up late, and he was hanging around the petite red head.
"Want me to take care of that?" Zabini asked nodding toward the Gryffindor that looked entirely out of place in the mass of Slytherins.
Scorpius' response was to grab the closes girl and snog her, and though she was pretty, he tossed her aside as though he were throwing an old piece of parchment in the trash. Flint had wondered off some time ago, mentioning something about all the fit girls in the world, and none of them seemed to be at the party.
Grey eyes roamed the room, looking for the red head that was no longer talking to Scamander. It took him longer than normal to spot her mop of red hair on the dance floor, and even longer to register the fact that she was dancing with one of his own friends. He shouldn't have been surprised, Flint was not only very drunk, but he'd snog just about any girl.
Lily was clearly intoxicated, but she held her drink good, and when Flint's hands began groping her she pulled away. Scorpius couldn't suppress the smirk. Flint didn't stand a chance. She left the dance floor, Flint trailing behind her. He offered her another drink, and despite her already drunken state she accepted it.
Lorcan Scamander wondered the Slytherin party, completely out of place. He finally spotted Lily and made a beeline for her. Some Slytherin bloke wrapped himself around her, and Lorcan wasn't sure whether she wanted him there or not. With his Gryffindor courage he marched up to them, and questioned Lily.
"You alright, Lils?" Lorcan's blue eyes peered into Lily's hazel ones.
"Lorcan," Lily said, unraveling herself from the handsome, burly boy. "Come with me," she said, taking him by the hand and ignoring the loud protests of Flint. "Look," she said trying to be as nice as possible. "I know you only came to keep an eye on me as per request of my brother."
"Lils," Lorcan couldn't deny that fact. She saw thru everything. "That's only part of why I'm here."
"Well that's enough for me to ask you to leave. I'm sorry, Lorcan, but I can take care of myself." She pushed him toward the exit. "Just tell him I hexed you, and you were outnumbered." She smiled at her childhood friend. It was sad the two drifted apart, but not entirely surprising. Lorcan looked as though he wanted to say more, and he did, but decided it was better to leave.
Scorpius noticed her absence, but distracted himself with yet another shot of firewhiskey. She made her intentions earlier clear; she had none. Flint had made his way back to where Scorpius and Zabini were, and took a seat on the couch across from them with an arrogant grin on his face, that Malfoy wanted to hex.
When Lily reentered the room she didn't appear to be looking for anyone in particular, and Flint's disappointment showed through on his face. He was persistant, though, and he stood up and walked to where Lily was, talking to some fellow fifth year Slytherins.
"Oi, Potter," Flint said coming up behind her and grabbing her at the waist.
"Oi, Flint," she replied mocking him. When he didn't look amused she let out a sigh. "What do you want?"
"I thought we were enjoying ourselves out there on the dance floor. Maybe we could continue things in my room," he smiled showing his perfect white teeth.
"No thanks," she said before turning away. Scorpius knew Flint wouldn't let it go, and was on his feet without a thought.
"Listen to me," Flint said pulling Lily around to face him. Before Scorpius could even reach the two Lily's wand was out and pointed directly at the large boy's face.
"No, you listen," she said fiercely. "I don't take too kindly to arrogant pricks thinking they can grab me however they want. Go find some slag to mess around with."
Scorpius admired her fight, but could see that Flint was too drunk to see just how serious she was.
"Flint," Scorpius' cool voice carried through the small crowd that had formed. "Let's go have a drink, mate." He nodded toward Scorpius but not before shooting Lily a quick glare. She returned by playfully sticking her tongue out. A laugh escaped Scorpius' mouth, earning him a small smile from Lily.
"You were right about her," Flint said in an agitated tone. "She's a little tease isn't she?"
Scorpius stood, not responding, hoping Flint would shut up. He grabbed another drink for himself, rubbing his fingers along the cool glass.
"She's a little bitch isn't she?" Scorpius' moves were too quick for Flint to realize what was coming, as Scorpius' fist came crashing down on his jaw. The burly boy dropped to the ground and Scorpius shook off the numb pain his hand felt.
"Dammit Flint," he mumbled to the mop of brown hair on the floor. "You never did know when to shut up." Scorpius looked up and saw a concerned pair of hazel eyes meet his own.
"Bloody hell," Zabini said reaching the scene. "Flint's going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow." The two boys laughed and moved to carry their friend to his dorm.
AN: I am really enjoying writing this story so far, and the chapters are coming out easily for me. So…I've never used much profanity in my writing, but I was trying to get into character, and that's how I think teenage boys talk! I hope I didn't offend anyone. Thank you to those that are reading, especially those that reviewed. This chapter is for you guys!
