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Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
Ten minutes later, the Malfoys met on their private Quidditch field. Scorpius had been taught to play Quidditch since he could barely walk and Draco was determined to give him one thing to be proud of: his skill of riding a broomstick.
They normally raced around the field, and occasionally, Draco would unleash a Bludger for Scorpius to hit. Today, however, Scorpius stopped in mid-air and glanced at his father.
"Say…Father. Aren't you angry at me?" His blonde hair was ruffled by the wind. Malfoy flew down to sit eye-to-eye with his son on the broomstick.
"Listen, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. I can't. As much as I'd like to be, I can't." He patted Scorpius' head, causing a scowl from the boy, who ran his hand through his hair immediately afterwards. "You're probably more intelligent than I ever was in my childhood, and I can't be mad at that."
Draco then summoned a Quaffle which he threw down to Scorpius. The boy caught it firmly, but wriggled under its size. He threw it back to Draco. "But, Father, what about Grandfather?" Draco smiled coldly as he caught the Quaffle in his arm.
"When you're around him, Scorp, just do the peace and quiet of our family a favor and shut up."
1 month later
Draco and Astoria stood at the entrance of Malfoy Manor, dressed in dark casual wear, waiting for Scorpius to lug down his suitcase. Scorp's owl, a Burrowing Owl, was rested against the wall, along with his pack of First Year Spellbooks and robes.
Scorpius appeared at the end of the grand staircase, flushed pink from lugging his suitcase down from his room. The boy was wearing the infamous Malfoy black coat, hair slicked back. Draco nodded approvingly until he saw what the little devil was wearing underneath his coat.
He was wearing a jumper. Not a regular jumper, but a tri-colored green, silver, and black fluffy jumper. He looked like he was ready for fucking Christmas. As he rolled up his slacks to put on his shoes, Draco noticed that his socks were made of the same bloody fluffy material. Not to mention it had fucking snakes on the bottom of it.
"Astoria…" he whispered under his breath. "May I ask where the fuck did Scorpius get his socks and jumper?"
Before she had a chance to reply, Scorpius stood promptly in front of his father and mother. "Well Mum and Dad, I'm off to make you proud!" This was the first time Draco had ever seen his son so excited, as he flashed his parents a cheeky smile.
The tension eased as Astoria took Scorp into her arms and Draco kneeled down. "Listen, Scorp. Remember if anyone tells you otherwise that you are the son of the Malfoy family, with the great looks and brains that your mother and I passed on to you. I'm expecting a lot from you, but I know you'll prove me right." He then proceeded to roll down Scorpius' slacks to cover the socks.
The family then touched the Portkey and disappeared to King's Cross Station.
Rose Weasley
Rose shook her head at the idea that officially today, today is THE day. The day where she gets to attend the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and witness the grand magical things that her cousin James would not shut up about.
"C'mon Rosie, let's go, we'll be seeing Al and Uncle Harry soon." Her father, Ron, took her hand and lead the way. A part of her wanted to remove his grasp because, after all, she is a big girl, but the other part of her led him lead the way.
After running to Platform 9 ¾, Rose found herself in an awkward situation. "Um, Dad, I kind of need to use the loo."
Ron smiled and let go of her hand. "Nerves, ain't it? Don't worry Rosie. Just hurry up and find me right after you're done. I'll get your stuff on the train for ya!"
She scampered around the masses of people (it's so convenient being 4'7) and made it to the entrance of the loo when she realized that her long hair had rid itself of its braid. But that's not what was important. What kept her hair together was important; the cream rose hair tie was made by none other than her mum herself, to help her relax herself for her future exams at Hogwarts! It was charmed!
"Merlin, why did this have to happen to me today?" Rose pouted as she began to retrace her steps. She was so preoccupied with finding it that she didn't even glance up until—"Oof" She banged her head up against someone's shoulder.
"Sorr—HEY! THAT'S MINE!" Rose exclaimed as she looked into the face of a slightly confused, slightly annoyed boy with porcelain blonde hair and a light complexion. He was holding the cream rose hairtie delicately between his middle and pointing finger, twirling it.
"Oh, I'm afraid you're mistaken, I was about to use it to tie on my shiny blonde hair," the boy responded, smirking.
Rose rolled her eyes, and pulled her hair to one side of her neck. "Do you mind? It's rather important to me." She held out her hand, expecting it to be placed in her palm.
"Hey, redhead, have you ever been taught manners? First you bump into me and now you want your little hairtie back without even a hint of politeness. Seriously, I've got better things to do," the boy answered, his blue eyes gazing at the bathroom sign and then down to Rose's freckles. His tattooed smirk made her want to rip his face off with her bare hands.
"I'm just simply asking for my hair tie back, do YOU MIND?" Rose yelped and snatched the rose away from the boy's fingers before he could respond with another bitingly sarcastic remark. Boys were stupid, well, except for Albus. Well, maybe he was a little bit thick too sometimes. She stormed to the loo and disappeared inside to redo her braid.
Scorpius Malfoy smirked at the closed ladies' bathroom door. It isn't every day you meet an angry redhead who was shorter than you with even a shorter temper. He shrugged and forgetting about his bladder, headed off towards his father before boarding the Hogwarts Express.
Everyone was saying their soppy goodbyes and Scorpius couldn't help but cringe. Couldn't these people do these emotional acts at home? Several minutes passed and then Astoria pulled him in for a last hug. "Scorp, your things are packed on the train. Remember to change early! Don't wait until last minute to get into your robes. You don't want to be late for the Sorting Ceremony. Remember to eat too, I placed some Sick-"
"I get it, Mother. See you at Christmas." Scorpius grasped his mother's hand tightly, then let go. He then turned his father who was nodding curtly at some people in the distance. Scorpius turned his gaze.
It was the Golden Trio. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger with their children. And little did you know, under the crook of Weasley's and Granger's arm was that fiery redhead. Scorpius' eyes twitched in amusement.
Their eyes met. Bright, tawny brown eyes met with the striking electric blue. Scorpius could swear her jaw clench. He wondered how much brainwashing the Weasleys had done to their daughter about his family.
Draco turned Scorpius towards him. "You remember what I told you at home? Don't have too much fun with girls." His father's eyes had a sly glint. "Oh, but, you know Weasley and Granger have a pretty redhead daughter right? I wouldn't mind pissing him off. Now hurry along Scorp. I'll see you at Christmas and…play nicely."
"Goodbye Father."
Rose turned and saw who her father and mother were staring at. Uncle Harry also exchanged a curt nod to someone in the distance. Her eyes followed them. She realized who he was nodding to soon enough. It was Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy who had gone to the Dark Side and now is one of the leading chairs in the Ministry.
She had read enough about that family through the online Daily Prophets and heard enough from talks at the Burrow during the holidays. And below Mr. Malfoy was that boy. The sarcastic little twit who was playing with her delicate hairtie.
Their eyes met and her jaw clenched. She would love to rip his face off with her bare hands. At least he wasn't smirking now.
Her dad had turned her towards him. "Have fun Rosie. I'll miss you chasing off Hugo from me and your mum." Just on cue, Hugo, her little brother flung himself on her.
"I'll miss you… but you better bring back cool stories and tell me so I'll know EVERYTHING about Hogwarts next year!" Rose laughed and proceeded to hug her mother who tightened her braid with the hair tie.
Before getting on the train, Ron stopped his daughter on the shoulder. "And Rosie, you see that boy over there who looks exactly like Draco Malfoy? You better beat him in every exam. Thank Merlin you have your mother's brains and my good looks. But don't get too friendly with him. Grandfather will never forgive you if you married a pureblood."
Rose could only laugh and promise that she will beat him, exchanged a last sibling handshake with Hugo and boarded the train with Albus. As they waved goodbye from the train windows, she could swear her mother was shedding a tear. With a pocket full of Sickles and Knuts, Rose looked forward to the rest of her year at Hogwarts. Until, of course, she bumped into you-know-who in a compartment.
Not THAT you-know-who, he's dead, obviously. But the Malfoy one. Yes, that blonde devil.
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Although this story starts off slow, I want to detail their relationship as best as possible before romance kicks in during 6th year! Please be patient with me and reviews are always welcome.