Scorpius
"What a day," Al said mournfully as he passed Scorpius his timetable.
They had double History of Magic before break, then Scorpius had arithmancy while Al had Divination. After lunch, they had Care of Magical Creatures followed by potions. It wouldn't have been so bad if the ceiling didn't look like it was going to rain. Plus Al was horrible at potions.
"We have potions with the Gryffindors." Scorpius pointed out. Al looked a bit more cheerful, but his expression soured again.
"But we have a new teacher! Remember, Proffessor Slughorn retired again. He taught my grandparents, you know. Anyway, who's the new teacher?"
Scorpius had quite forgotten they had a new potions teacher, and craned his neck to look up at the staff table. On one end, Proffessor Martin, Head of Slytherin and transfiguration teacher, was sitting beside Madam Diggle, the flying instructor. On her other side was Hagrid who waved cheerily at Al when he caught his gaze. Beside him was Proffesor Holmes, Arithmancy; then Proffessor FLitwick, charms and Head of Ravenclaw; Proffessor Knight, Astronomy; and then Headmistress Mcgonagall in her high backed chair. Going down the opposite side was Proffessor Longbottom, Herbology and Head of Gryffindor; Proffessor Andrews, Ancient Runes; Proffesor Mitchell, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Head of Hufflepuff; Proffessor Smith, Muggle Studies; and finally the new face. It was a woman with loosly curled, brown hair and dark green eyes. She was dressed in modest robes, and she was chatting amiably with Proffessor Smith.
"What d'you reckon?" Al asked, staring hard at her.
"I don't know. Guess we'll see. She looks a lot nicer than Slughorn, that's for sure." He said, and Al laughed in agreement.
"Do either of you know who got Quidditch captain?" Someone asked suddenly. Roxanne Weasley had just sat beside him. She had dark skin like her mother and dark hair in a braid down her back. Her blue eyes matched her fathers, though she wasn't like him at all.
"Madison Nichols, wasn't it?" Al said, pointing towards the sixth year girl down the table. "Why? Are you planning on trying out?"
Roxanne flushed, but she she shrugged and said evenly, "I was thinking about it."
"You'd do brilliant." Scorpius assured her, since Al looked like he was going to try and talk her out of it. She flushed darker but beamed at him.
"Thanks! See you guys around." She left, and Scorpius saw her sit down next to her twin brothers.
"She won't make it. She never flies with us at our Quidditch games." Al said, sounding matter-of-fact.
"Didn't your mum grow up the same way?" Scorpius asked, but Al shrugged at him, seeming untroubled.
"Mum was sneaking, Roxanne never does. She doesn't even like to fly. I think she feels like she has to do something because Fred plays quidditch and Peter and Noah are like tiny Albus Dumbledores." Al said, studying Roxanne thoughtfully.
History of Magic crawled by. Al snored softly beside him, as he tried his best to take detailed notes. By the time they went outside for break, however, he only had five pages of notes.
After break Al started for the Divination classroom, while Scorpius sat with Kristie Thomas in Arithmancy. It was very complex, and they received a lecture on the importance of O. before beginning the lesson.
"Divination is lousy." Al complained as he sat beside Scorpius at the table at lunch, and began putting peas on his plate. "Complete rubbish. Be glad you never picked it up."
"Your dad warned you, didn't he?" Scorpius said, eating his own bacon sandwich.
"Well, yeah, but dad warns me about everything." Al said as he too began eating.
Scorpius didn't bother telling Al that his dad was usually right. They ate quickly before hurrying down to Hagrid's hut for their lesson.
Hagrid showed them threstrals, which only one girl, Ava Earls, could see and finally they were heading for the dungeons. Scorpius actually liked potions, he was good at it.
The woman was sitting at her desk when the class began entering, but she got to her feet and stood at the front of the room, smiling encouragingly at them all. Scorpius and Al sat with Maisie and Thomas, talking about their day as the class sat down. Finally the bell rang and the class quieted down.
"My name is Evelyn Reese, but I'd rather you call me Proffessor Reese or Miss Reese. I am, of course, your new potions proffesor." She paused for a moment, and her eyes swept over them all. Scorpius thought she looked a little nervous. "You've probably heard the speech about O. in every class thus far, so I won't give it to you again. Just know, that in order to pass this class you must not only acquire the appropriate grade but also cannot succeed more than three unexcused abscences over the course of this year."
Scorpius could hardly believe it. Her eyes seemed to have landed somewhere behind Scorpius, and he tried to subtly turn his head to be certain of who she was looking at. And there she was. Rose Weasley was sitting in her chair, leaning back so that only two of the legs were in contact with the floor. She hadn't gotten out her course book like everyone else, and her tie was undone. She seemed to be looking back at Proffessor Reese with complete indifference, but Scorpius himself had to fight back a grin. The new teacher was calling her out! He could already tell that this was going to be a good class.
"Now that that's over with," Proffessor Reese began, finally looking away from Rose, "I'd like to start you all off with something basic. Just to see what you can do. Turn to page 24 in your books and began the potion. I'll come around and ask you questions." She said.
Scorpius, who was paired off with Thomas, opened his book to page 24. A Cheering potion. It was a simple potion, but easily ruined if you weren't exact. Thomas murmured, "Incendio," beside him and a small fire lit underneath their cauldron.
Proffessor Reese started at one side of the room, and began to talk quietly to a pair of Gryffindors. Scorpius pulled his newts eyes towards him and began to mince them, while Thomas poured essence of aconite into the cauldron and stirred three times counter-clockwise. Scorpius scraped the eyes into the potion and it turned into a dark, muddy green.
"Looks good so far, doesn't it?" Thomas asked, peering first at his book then at the potion. Beside them, Maisie had just smacked Al's hand away from the cauldron.
"The recipe doesn't call for knarl quills!" She whispered loudly. Scorpius and Thomas sniggered as Al turned red.
Scorpius picked up a bottle of mimbletonia sap, and carefully measured two teaspoons and poured it in. It turned a violent shade of green. Thomas began to stir clockwise, counting beneath his breath. Finally, Scorpius crushed a krup fang with the flat of his blade and dumped it. The potion turned a sort of golden yellow, and started to emmit shimmering fumes. Proffessor Reese stopped beside Maisie and Al, and asked them for their names before peering at their potion, which was a pus yellow and gave off thick waves of smoke.
"I think you'll find you stirred counter-clockwise twice. But good effort!" She said and then stepped to them. "What are your names?"
"Thomas Jones, proffessor."
"Scorpius Malfoy."
She gave a little start at his name, and his heart sank. But then her mouth stretched into a wide grin.
"Malfoy! You're the one Minevra was telling me about. She said you've got a fine mind. A dab hand at potions, she said." She said excitedly. She peered over at his potion. "Too right! I couldn't have made this potion better myself. Five points to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor!" Then she moved on, and Scorpius beamed after her.
She moved to the row behind them, where Scorpius heard a faint "Rose Weasley, Proffessor." Then Proffessor Reese exclamation.
"I can't believe it! Another perfect potion! Ten points to Gryffindor for the pair of you. Now then," She strode up to the front of the class, and clapped her hands twice. "Next time you have a lesson with me, I'll pair you up. Class dismissed." She said, and Scorpius started to pack his things feeling rather excited about O.W.L year.
Thanks for giving this story a shot. Scorose has always been one of my favorite pairings. Anyway, I forgot to do a disclaimer after last chapter.
Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K Rowling though I wish I was.