Disclamer: As much as I wish that it did, unfortunately, the Harry Potter series does not belong to me. The plot is my own, but all of the characters, places etc. that you recognise in this story belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
A Prefect Match
It's a Friday evening and what better way to celebrate having survived a week of the most strenuous and boring lessons ever than throwing a huge party?
I'm standing in the middle of the common room by myself, swigging back a large glass of firewhiskey when I suddenly realise that I'm being watched. It's the girl from the train, and, if I'm not mistaken, yes, she's definitely winking at me again.
It's the first week back and let's face it, my summer has been very long and boring, so, even though this girl looks a bit young for me, I saunter over and give her a wink in reply.
"Hi Scorpius" she giggles, before leaning in and putting her arm around my neck, not only giving me a good sniff of her cinnamon shampoo but also an ample view of her cleavage.
She drags me backwards onto a chair and straddles me.
"Hi Kelsey" I reply, my voice laced with flirtation.
She seems to take this as her que to end the conversation because she leans in and snogs me. As our tongues fight for dominance and she moans loudly, I can taste the alcohol on her breath.
We carry on snogging, oblivious to the party around us, and, before I've even registered what's happening, we've headed upstairs.
We're just getting to the good part when there's a bang on the dormitory door.
"Uuuh...Scorpius..." My best friend Hunter calls out. "There's a little girl waiting for you outside the common room. She says it's urgent."
Little girl? Little girl? I don't know any little girls. Unless it's another second year come to declare her undying love. I hope not. That was embarrassing that was. It took me over three months to live down "your cloudy grey eyes as stormy and grey as a mouse's coat." People started to call me mousy.
I shudder at the memory before climbing off Kelsey. I'm in such a hurry to get out of the portrait hole to check that it's not that second year again that I actually fail to see the midget that is standing on the other side of the portrait hole, and crash straight into her, almost knocking her over.
"Sorry about that!" I say flippantly.
"Uuuuh, that's okay." replies Lily Luna Potter.
There's an agonisingly awkward pause as silence surrounds us.
Great. I'm going to be stuck spending the next year patrolling the corridors with someone incapable of rendering basic speech. This is going to be fun. Although actually, this reaction is pretty standard; girls are often intimidated by my excessive good looks and charm...
Just then, my thoughts are interrupted.
"Listen Malfoy, before we begin our patrols, would you mind putting a shirt on or something? And ummm, doing your trousers up? I'm a bit worried that you walking round half, sorry, three quarters, naked could potentially scar any first year that sees you doing your rounds."
Ah. That would explain the awkward silence. She does seem a bit uncomfortable. This is embarrassing. Although, I bet I could have a bit of fun with it...
I pull my best cocky womaniser face, raise one eyebrow and whisper cheekily, "I bet you like it though, Potter..."
Her face now matches the colour of her shockingly red hair. Ha!
I run back up to the dormitory to get my shirt (and do up my flies) and then our rounds commence. We walk in silence. Then more silence. And then yet more silence.
After about ten minutes, I can take it no longer. I need to do something, or my Friday nights will forever be torturous. Potter's walking in a very deliberate manner, and before I can fathom what's happening, I've stuck my foot out to trip her over.
She stumbles, her foot hooks round mine and then... WAHH! I've fallen face first onto the floor.
There's some sniggering coming from above me and I look up to see Lily Potter looking down on me with a triumphant smirk on her face. She extends her hand and slowly helps me to my feet, smirking the entire time.
She leans in towards me, so close that I can smell the sweet apple scent of her hair. She cups her hand around my ear and whispers slowly and seductively, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm a secret Slytherin. You wouldn't want to mess with me."
I gulp.I need to find a way to distract myself from the way that my body reacted to that sentence. And I'm intrigued. What could that goody two shoes girl have ever done that was in the slightest bit Slytherin?
"Alright then Potter. If you're such a Slytherin, what's the most cunning or deceitful thing you've ever done?"
She looks surprised at the question that I've just asked her. She's looking me up and down with her big brown eyes and biting on her lip. I can tell that she's debating whether or not to trust me with whatever secret she's got. Finally, she must decide that there's no one more trustworthy than a Malfoy who's in Slytherin because she takes a deep breath and begins:
"Well, remember that prank last year that my brother and Fred did? The one where they put veritaserum in the teacher's drinks and made them confess all sorts of things? When Professor Stone and Professor Westford admitted they were sleeping together and Professor Jenkins admitted he fancied Lacy Zabini?"
I nod. How could I forget that one? Even I, a diehard Slytherin and Weasley hater have to admit that James and Fred did well with that one. That prank was legendary.
She continues, "... Well, I was the one who brewed the veritaserum that they gave to the teachers. And I brewed the Polyjuice Potion that Fred and James used to turn into Professor Longbottom and Professor Bulstrode three years ago. I never owned up to either of those things, even though it meant that my brother and cousin had to serve even longer detentions and were never allowed to take potions again. Is that Slytherin enough for you Malfoy?"
I'm in shock. "You brewed Veritaserum? But...that's like, Healer Programme level stuff. You don't even learn how to make that for your N.E.W.T.S.!"
She goes the colour of a beetroot and shrugs. "I'm good at potions."
We lapse into silence and there is a momentary pause as we give a group of fourth year Hufflepuff's a detention for being out of bed after hours. Just as I think that's it for the conversation, Potter opens her mouth again.
"So, Malfoy, if you're as badass as you make out to be, apart from shagging lots of girls, what's the most Slytherin thing that you've ever done?"
There's a cheeky glint in her eye as she says this, which is perhaps what makes me actually tell her the truth.
"I nicked the Amortentia from potions class in my sixth year and slipped it into Steven Montague's drink as a revenge for him drinking my year's stash of firewhiskey. He spent the next two days being infatuated with Slughorn and following him around like a love sick puppy."
She laughs. It's one of those infectious, chuckley laughs that makes even me, the badass Malfoy, want to laugh along with her...
A/N: So, that's it for the second chapter! What did you think?
I know that in their conversation Scorpius and Lily refers to a lot of pranks involving potions, but I've always thought that some of those potions, if they fell into the right hands, would be very fun to play with!
Anyway, I should stop digressing. Thanks for reading and please please please leave a review!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed followed or favourited the last chapter, you made my Christmas extra special!
Jenny Ellen
