Here's the next chapter. Sorry for the long wait but I wasn't too sure this story was any good and I'm not sure even now if I will continue.

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And I apologise if I am moving too fast with the story but I have to make sure I get to the part where Hugo arrives at Hogwarts soon or things will be too boring.

He wasn't surprised the Sorting Hat placed him in Slytherin. Where else really? Scorpius was proud though, and he could see a small smile on Lacerta's face as she applauded politely, seated at the table already. He smirked, rising from the stool and removing the hat from his head, and stalked towards a free space at the table draped in green. The people closest to where Scorpius sat thumped him on the back and welcomed him to the house with wide grins. He smiled back at each of them, but his eyes quickly refocused somewhere else.

Scorpius couldn't help but watch as the Weasley girl was sorted into Gryffindor and her cousin too, being greeted with a mass of applause. Of course, half their relatives were already at the table. He noticed Gerry Parr making his way nervously towards the Hufflepuff table. Scorpius rolled his eyes inwardly and wondered if he would see the boy again. Somehow he had a feeling he would be seeing the Potters and the Weasleys again rather soon. He just couldn't see that as a good thing.

"Name's Jonathan." Someone said, jogging Scorpius back into the here and now. He turned stiffly to the boy who had sat beside him, Jonathan, who grinned cockily. "Y'alright there, mate?" he said in that same lazy voice. Scorpius nodded tightly and took the hand that was proffered towards him.

"Scorpius Malfoy." He said and Jonathan nodded briskly.

"I know. I was sorted right after you. Slytherin too." He gazed around the hall, staring particularly at the charmed ceiling. "Magical, right?" he commented.

Scorpius had to crack a smile at that. Jonathan noticed and took it as encouragement to become Scorpius' first friend at Hogwarts.

Both boys were happy to be stuffed full with the magically appearing food until they groaned their way to the Dungeons, clutching their stomachs in pain. They collapsed onto their newly assigned beds, sharing the large room of grand four-poster beds with two other characters: Christian and Benjamin. They grinned as they introduced themselves and Scorpius thought they seemed pretty alright, even if they had been a little too enthusiastic about sharing a dorm with the Malfoy boy.

Scorpius sighed contentedly as he reclined across the massive bed he had grabbed for himself. Jonathan threw a pillow at him suddenly, startling him into returning the throw. Jonathan was whacked in the face without and pulled it away to discover Scorpius' chuckle of delight at his perfect aim. The darker haired boy raised an eyebrow and rolled over to the other side of his own bed. He replaced his pillow on the bed and announced he was taking a shower. The boys all nodded vaguely, before dressing for bed. Scorpius couldn't even bring himself to care that he was the first one into bed and sound asleep.

Morning brought lessons. Scorpius immediately took a liking to Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions was alright too, even Transfiguration. He managed not to fall off his broom during Flying lessons, but Madam Hooch didn't look too impressed anyway. Jonathan just laughed at him as he floated overhead, holding his broom single-handedly. Scorpius scowled but found he didn't mind all that much.

The following day was when Scorpius next saw the Gryffindors. They shared Herbology and Charms it seemed. Rose scowled whenever their eyes even came close to meeting, which amused Scorpius to no end, especially when Albus stuck his nose in and murmured to her about not being provoked. Jonathan seemed to be in on the joke as well, and snickered out loud. Scorpius was beginning to get along better and better with him. They had a lot in common it would seem.

The weeks began to pass quickly. Scorpius' father wrote a lot, and so did his mother, who demanded he replied in full. One week he wrote:

Mother, Father,

Jonathan has asked me to spend some time at his home this Christmas. I would like to agree to this, but I know that I am already spending Christmas day with you at home. I hope you wouldn't mind if I stayed at his until Christmas Eve and returned home for Christmas and the New Year. I would hate to refuse a friend's invitation.

I can see, Father, why you had such trouble getting along with the Weasleys and the Potters. I find them insufferable. They seem to feel the same way about me. I expect you would say that I should keep trying, but honestly, how could I ever be friends with such boring people? Sorry to disappoint.

Scorpius

His father didn't write back for three days and then eventually, Scorpius received the news that he was indeed allowed to accept Jonathan's invitation. He told his friend over breakfast and the boys grinned and cheered through their bacon filled mouths, dripping grease all over themselves.

"You ready for this?" Jonathan challenged.

Scorpius nodded, narrowing his eyes. They raised the cans of drink, clunked them together and brought them to their mouths. The alcohol seared a hot trail down both of their throats but neither paused to allow themselves a gasp of air. They only threw down the empty containers after downing the entire thing. They looked at each other to see the thrill in their faces and the dilated pupils under their half closed eyes, showing their drunken and hazy state. They lay back on Jonathan's bed and stared at his white ceiling.

"Christmas tomorrow." Jonathan murmured.

"Yeah. Can't wait." Scorpius replied. Then moaned, remembering he had to wake early the next morning to return home to his own family. "S'pose we should get some sleep..." he slurred, before turning onto his side facing away from his friend. He heard Jon move around on the bed, getting into a more comfortable position.

"Scor?"

"Yeah, Jon?"

"What do you think you will get for Christmas?"

"I dunno." Scorpius said, pausing. "I used to always ask for a snake when I was a kid." Jonathan snorted. "But I don't think I want that any more. What about you?"

"I want a girlfriend... I think. But my older brother says they are too much trouble. What do you think, Scor?"

Scorpius stayed silent a moment too long.

"Scor? You asleep?" Jonathan prodded him in the middle of his back. Scorpius quickly shut his eyes and slowed his breathing. Jonathan let him be after a second more of poking.

Scorpius wasn't sure why he had hesitated in answering the question. He had just never been too sure about girls. At all. He just couldn't see a good side to most of them. He had never really had a crush on one. They just weren't his thing, he thought. But then, what was his thing?