Remember a Year in the Life of Friends
February
Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter.
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When Scorpius Malfoy entered the library, he had expected to find it empty. It was past curfew on a Tuesday night. The only reason he had managed to get in was because of his Prefect status. He was quite surprised, therefore, to find Lily Potter sitting at a table in the far corner, her nose buried in a book.
He crept up behind her, intending to scare her, when suddenly she slammed her book shut.
"Bloody hell," she said aloud. "Come on, Lily, concentrate."
She leaned her head on one hand and picked up her quill. She didn't write anything for a moment and her quill started moving; apparently she was doodling absentmindedly. Scorpius managed to get close enough to look down at the parchment.
'The Goblin Rebellions of Eighteen Thirty-Two' it had scrawled across the top. Scorpius' eyes were drawn downwards, however, to where her hand was continuously tracing the same shape. It was a heart. What was more, there were initials inside the heart, SM. Scorpius felt his stomach lurch as he realized those were his initials.
He quickly racked his brains, trying to think of someone else she might know with those initials. After all, it couldn't possibly be him. He didn't think there were any Gryffindors in her year with those initials. Maybe it was another house? Or another year?
"Merlin, what's wrong with me?" she suddenly said, seeming to snap out of her daze. "Give it up Lily, he's a sixth year."
Scorpius' stomach dropped as he heard those words and watched her scribble over the heart. He was a sixth year. He thought of his classmates. His mind wandered all the way back to his sorting. There were four kids in his year with a last name that started with 'M': Scorpius Malfoy, Alexandria Mason, Antoinette McAllistor, and Hayley Michaels. Three girls and one boy. And he was the only one that started with 'S', anyway. This simply couldn't be.
"You're breaking curfew, Potter," he said, throwing himself into the seat next to her.
She jumped. "Ohmigawd, Scorpius! You scared me."
"That was the point," he replied with a grin. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing," she said quickly, covering the scribbled out heart with her arm. "I just have this essay due for Professor Binns tomorrow."
"What on?" Scorpius wasn't quite sure why he was making small talk or why he kept asking questions he already knew the answers to. He just knew that he wanted her to keep talking.
"The Goblin Rebellions of Eighteen Thirty-Two," she recited.
"Sounds exciting," he said.
"It's not," she replied dully. "What are you doing here?"
"Prefect, remember?" He indicated his badge. "Just doing my duties. Which right now might involve taking some points from Gryffindor, Miss Potter."
"You wouldn't," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"You're right, I won't," he told her. "I don't want us to lose points. I'm not letting Slytherin beat us for the House Cup."
She sighed. "Good."
"How'd you get down here anyway?" he asked absently.
"I have my ways," she replied slyly.
"You stole the Cloak from James, didn't you?" he guessed.
She rolled her eyes. "How else?"
"You know, you guys will be in a lot of trouble if you ever get caught with that thing," he said.
"Hypocrite!" she accused. "Like you've never snuck off under it with Al to meet Frankie someplace."
"True," he allowed. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're going to be in heaps of trouble if you get caught."
"Yeah, ok, Gran," she said. Scorpius laughed. It was one of the things he loved about his friends. They were rule-breakers but they weren't bad. He assumed they must have inherited it from their parents. He had heard all kinds of stories about how Mr and Mrs Potter and Mr and Mrs Weasley used to sneak around after hours. He had heard the story of the time they had broken into the Ministry with his Herbology professor and Lorcan and Lysander's mother.
"What time is it anyways?" Lily suddenly asked. When she leaned over to get a look at the clock on the far wall, Scorpius got a clear view once again of the scribbled out heart, his initials still visible under the ink. "Bloody hell, it can't be almost midnight al-"
Scorpius looked up into her shocked eyes. Apparently he'd been staring at the heart. She quickly snatched the parchment back from him.
"That's nothing," she said.
"So, who is he?" Scorpius asked. He needed to know. It simply couldn't be him. He had to have heard her wrong.
"Who's who?" she replied, alarmed.
"'SM'?" he asked.
"Uh ... er ... no one," she said. "Forget it."
"Come on, Lily," he persisted. "You can tell me."
"No, I really can't." She began clearing up her things and shoving them into her bag.
"What's wrong?" he questioned. "I won't take the mickey out of you for it, I swear."
She looked up into his eyes and they just stared at each other for a long while. He did his best to make himself look sincere. It wasn't easy trying to hide his quickly beating heart or the fear and excitement that was running through his veins. She wouldn't say it was him because it couldn't be him. It was ridiculous to think it could be. The thought of her saying any other name, though, made it hard to breathe.
Suddenly she looked away from him, down at her hands, and mumbled something incoherent. He watched as her face turned as red as her hair.
"What was that?" he asked. "I didn't quite hear you."
She took a deep breath and seemed to get angry. "It's you, okay?" she said stiffly, still not meeting his eyes. "But look, I know it's stupid, okay? It's just a silly little crush. I'll get over it-"
"Lily," he interrupted, but she didn't seem to hear him.
"It's nothing to get worried about or even think about too much. Just please don't get all weird on me 'cause I don't think I could handle that and-"
"Lily," he said, louder this time. She stopped talking and looked up at him. "Just shut up for a second, okay?"
Then, without thinking about what he was doing, he leaned forward and kissed her. It didn't last long, but it was utter bliss. He pulled away from her when the clock chimed midnight.
"Okay," she said dreamily, her eyes still closed. He laughed at her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I can safely say I wasn't expecting that."
He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Yeah," he said. "Neither was I, really."
"You know, Al's probably going to hit you when he finds out," she told him.
He furrowed his brow. He hadn't considered that. All he'd wanted to do was kiss Lily; he hadn't thought about what would happen afterwards. He wanted to be with her, he had for awhile, but he'd only ever fantasized about it. Never had he actually thought about what would happen if his fantasies became reality.
He couldn't lose Al as a friend. He just couldn't. If he lost Al, he would lose everyone else and he knew it. It wasn't that they kept him around just for Albus' sake, it was that if it came down to choosing between the two of them, he knew they would choose Al. Albus was family. Scorpius was a friend.
He looked into Lily's eyes and hesitated. "Maybe this isn't the best idea," he said and hated himself for it when her face fell. "I mean, we've both got schoolwork, and quidditch practice, and I've got my Prefect duties. We just won't have that much time to be together and-" He stopped talking when she laughed. "What's so funny?"
"I don't want to be your whole life, Scorpius," she replied then smirked. "Just your favourite part."
He wasn't sure what to say at first, but looking into her eyes he knew he couldn't say no.
"You already are," he told her.
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Okay, so I didn't mention this in the first chapter or installment or whatever you want to call it, but I live in Canada and so will be using Canadian spellings, just incase anyone was wondering or thinking I couldn't spell.
Anyways, thanks for reading and thank you for the reviews I got.
