Long chapter as promised. Thanks to Cassie for being amazing and to the 3 people that reviewed!

Disclaimer: One day I hope to meet J.K. Rowling and thank her for her series. Harry Potter is her's, but the memories are mine.

When love repeats

Chapter 2:

Scorpius rested his hand over the wooden crate in front of him. This was his responsibility now: This crate, these bludgers, that quafle… the snitch.

He sighed, running a hand through his pale hair. His friends kept telling him he was he was stressing himself out. But Scorpius wanted to win. All of Slytherin wanted to win. They hadn't won a quidditch cup since his father was in school and even then it was due to Harry Potter being absent.

Slytherin needed to win. That's what they were supposed to do: Win.

Scorpius recalled the first time his father had talked to him about quidditch. The memory flooding over him as if he was looking into a pensieve. In his mind's eye, he saw his twelve year old self. He was scrawny, pale and whimpy looking. It was almost embarrassing to know he'd once looked so weak.

His father sat him down. Resting a lean hand on his shoulder. "Nervous about next week?" he asked.

Next week was the end of summer, the beginning of his second year and the year he'd try out for the seeker position on the quidditch team.

Scorpius shook his silvery blonde hair that was the exact same color as his father's. No. It was a lie though.

Quidditch came easy for Scorpius. Just like school, magic and everything else worth being good at.

But he couldn't lie to himself like he had to his father. Scorpius was extremely nervous. The tryouts wouldn't be for another three weeks and he was already nervous.

His father held out a pair of sleek black gloves "These are for you."

Scorpius looked down in wonder as his father handed him his gloves.

He'd received plenty of gifts in his life so far. But never, not once had he received something as special as these gloves. These gloves weren't just the old pair his father had worn during his school days. These worn pieces of leather were his father telling him he believed in him, that he was proud of him. His eyes threatened to spill tears and he clenched his jaw to keep from crying. "Dad,"

Draco Malfoy embraced his son and bit back his own tears. He'd never been close to his own father. And nothing was more important at that moment then to let his son know the only thing that really mattered to him was Scorpius.

"I love you, son. I love you and don't you ever forget that." The words echoed softly in his head as his reverie faded and Scorpius gave a sad smile.

He checked the clock before changing into his quidditch robes. Already he was feeling antsy about this year's team. What if he picked poorly? Scorpius shook his head, trying to reassure himself. "We're going to win this year." He said aloud before opening the doors of the locker room and heading outside to begin tryouts.

~.~

"Rose, why do we have to go?" Joy complained, clearly unhappy about being dragged out of the warm castle and into the cold. "It's Saturday morning and I'd much rather be inside sleeping than out here."

"I'm captain this year and I need to see what we're up against." She told her, taking a seat on the bleachers. From where they sat they could see the entire quidditch pitch and all of the fifty or so Slytherins trying out for positions.

Joy mumbled a few profane words and pulled her scarf tighter around her neck.

Rose shushed her as Scorpius cleared his throat.

"Before we begin, I need all of the first years to get off of the field." He said with an apologetic smile.

There were several sighs and four boys walked off. Their heads down and brooms dragging behind them.

Rose stifled a laugh. She remembered how infuriated she'd been when they hadn't let her try out in first year. She'd almost pulled the "my Uncle is the chosen one and he was allowed to play as a first year!" card, but figured she'd sound just as pathetic as Malfoy, who's father was willing to pay for his son's spot on the team.

She turned her attention back to Scorpius and bit back the bile in her throat as she admired how nice he looked in his uniform. In the past two years he'd really matured from scrawny spoilt brat to a handsome less spoilt young man.

His good looks hardly make up for his horrid attitude though.

"Alright I want beaters on the left, keepers on the right and chasers in the middle."

There was shuffling and then three straight green lines.

As Scorpius directed the mock matches, Rose's mind began to wander. She thought of the first time she'd ridden a broom. The way the wind had felt through her thin toddler hair. She recalled the smell of grass and her father's open arms. It was one of her favorite memories, so unlike the memory of her first kiss. Well, more so her first accidental kiss.

Her cheeks began to burn as she thought of the horrendous day. All of the details rushing back like it'd been just yesterday.

Sometime in October of second year, she'd been in a rush to get to Herbology. Though Professor Longbottom was a family friend, it was not enough of a connection to save her arse from detention if she was late. Rose had been running down the hall with her bag spewing its contents onto the floor when she'd run face first into none other than, Scorpius Malfoy.

It had been nearly four years ago so of course Malfoy wasn't the tall, elegant creature he was now. In fact, he and she had been eye to eye. Physically speaking, of course. Since they were the same height their lips had been on the same level. So when they smashed into each other, so did their lips.

Their reactions afterwards were quite comical.

She recalled saying something along the lines of "Watch where you're going, Malfoy, you stupid fuck!"

At that time swear words had been a new thing for her and she'd still not mastered the use of them.

Scorpius had wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and accused her of kissing him on purpose; to which she'd shouted

"Bollocks, you bloody pervert!"

Rose couldn't remember what'd happened next, but she did remember skipping Herbology and running back to the Gryffindor common room with her sobs echoing behind her.

It had been one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.

And maybe she was just disappointed her first ever kiss had been given to a git like Malfoy. But then it wasn't all bad. Rose had had plenty of kisses to make up for her horrible first and luckily none of those were from Scorpius.

"Rose." Joy repeated for the sixth time. "Fucking answer me, Rose!"

"What? she asked, startled.

Joy rolled her eyes. "So how'd it go with Scorpius last night when I left you two lovebirds alone?" She winked.

"There's nothing going on between me and him. There will never be anything going on between me an-"

"Stop being such a buzz kill. I know you like him!"

"I do not!" Rose snapped.

"Then why've you been staring at him this entire time?"

"I was only watching the practice!" She said defensively. "And I don't like him so sod off Joy!"

The blonde sighed and rested her head on Rose's shoulder. "Okay, have it your way. We won't talk about your secret love affair ever again."

She pulled Joy's hair playfully and the two sat quietly until the practice was over. Joy thinking about the dirty things she planed to do to Conner. Rose thinking about all the competition the Slytherins would give her this year in quidditch.

If there wasn't some spectacular second years at try outs tomorrow, they were going to lose every game for sure, Rose thought dejectedly.

~.~

"So I'll be posting the list in the common room sometime by the end of this week. Remember, if you don't make the team there's always next year and if you're a seventh year then… that really sucks." Scorpius said with a sincere smirk.

The sweaty teens laughed and left the field to the locker rooms. Everyone chattering excitedly about who they thought would make it and if they themselves would make it.

Scorpius was actually impressed. They'd had quite a few good players this year. And to top it all off he'd gotten to flaunt his team in Weasley's face. She'd left the stands with a flushed face and an obvious agitation. In the six years that he'd known Rose, he'd never seen her quite so flustered.

By the time Scorpius got out of the showers and back into uniform it was noon. He quickly knotted his shoes and readjusted his robes before making his way to lunch. He was feeling pretty good about the Quidditch season. Hopeful even.

He was heading to his usual spot in the great hall when he heard his name being called.

"Scorpius!" he looked up as a group of Slytherin girls came towards him. He grinned slightly and they went into hysterics.

"You did so well today!" said their obvious leader. She gave him a flirtatious smile. "You handled your broom quite… skillfully"

Scorpius laughed lightly. He gave her a once over and gave a slight nod of approval. She was tall, brunette and wore a lot of makeup and was …probably not too bright. He wouldn't mind shagging her.

He brought his attention back to her as she opened her mouth again, parting her neon pink lips in what she thought to be quite seductively. "Well anyway I just wanted to say good luck. I'm Lydia." She held out her hand and he shook it.

"I'm Sc-"

"I know who you are." Lydia laughed.

He winked and let go of her hand.

"Maybe you'll teach me how to ride your broom sometime, yeah?" she winked one of her mascara laden eyes before leaving the hall with her pack of giggling loons following close behind.

Girls. He thought with a shake of his white blonde hair.

"That might've been the most repulsive thing I've seen since the first time I caught sight of your face." Rose said from behind his shoulder.

"Are you honestly trying to say I look bad?" he sneered. "Have you seen your reflection lately, Weasley?"

"We need to work on the assignment." She told him with a look of disgust on her face.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was both prefect and quidditch captain, she would've just not done it; but she had to set an example.

Scorpius thought for a moment. "The empty classroom next to Binn's. Three o'clock. Don't be late." With one final glare he turned and sauntered over to the Slytherin table.

Rose thought about eating lunch, but decided she'd lost her appetite after seeing Malfoy interact with whoever that fifth year slut was. She instead made her way to the common room, deciding she could finish her book while she waited until three.

An hour passed and then two, but as hard as she tried, Rose couldn't focus. She was too busy feeling angry.

Why was she angry? Because Malfoy looked interested in that twat! She told herself, closing her eyes in shame of what she'd just thought.

Rose growled in frustration. She couldn't stand sitting here reading on a Saturday afternoon. Figuring a trip to the lake couldn't do her any harm. She smiled at a few of her classmates before leaving through the portrait hole.

Rose didn't even notice when she ran straight into Professor Nolan. They rebounded off of each other and she fell on her arse with a yelp of surprise.

"Miss Weasley! I am d-dearly sorry. Please for-g-give me, didn't s-see you there." He stammered.

"It was my fault Professor, I wasn't paying attention."

He held out a clammy hand and helped her up before heading hurriedly down the hall and around the bend out of sight.

Professor Nolan was a frail thing. His skin was a sickening shade of white and his forehead was always covered in a thin sheet of sweat. And even though the early September weather was quite warm, he refused to ever wear anything other than his thick indigo robes.

It was actually quite gross looking at him for too long.

Rose rubbed her backside and walked over to one of the many windows in the quiet corridor. Looking out at the lake from where she stood, she spied a lone Slytherin with dark hair and wondered hopefully if it was Albus. To her dismay, it wasn't.

Rose sighed. She hadn't seen him in two days. Where was he? It was times like these where she hated the fact that they were in separate houses. It was even more troublesome due to the fact that both houses hated each other.

Rose didn't hate the Slytherins. Some of them were actually nice. Except Scorpius. He was just a prick.

'Scorpius!' She thought with a start, checking her watch to see that it was ten past three.

'I'm late!' was the last thing she was able to think before bolting down the hall.

~.~

Scorpius paced the abandoned classroom in frustration. Had that Gryffindor bitch stood him up?

He shook himself. This wasn't a date. They were working on an assignment. He repeated that to himself until Weasley walked into the room looking flushed and out of breath.

"I'm sorry I'm late." She breathed, her stunningly red hair falling out of its hasty bun.

Scorpius didn't warrant her with an answer.

'She bitches about how they need to get the assignment done, and then shows up late.' He thought with irritation.

He unrolled the parchment with the directions and leaned against a broken desk. Giving off an air of annoyance and nonchalance.

Rose hesitated, moving closer and awkwardly moving one of his hands so she could read the paper.

He shivered and hoped she hadn't noticed. "What're you doing, Weasley."

She stuttered. "I was-"

He cut her off. "Couldn't wait patiently for the bloody paper? Had to get your filthy hands all over my robes and breathe down my neck because you couldn't be patient?" Scorpius snarled.

Rose's cheeks turned red due to something other than her run. Her blue eyes filled with rage and she curled up her fists. But surprisingly, she said nothing. She didn't even sigh angrily. Rose just bit her lip.

"I'm sorry. Can we just get this done please?"

Scorpius shut his mouth. It seemed to have fallen open in awe. "Yeah."

"Great." She smiled.

They stood there awkwardly for a moment until Rose coughed. "So the assignment-"

Scorpius glared and unrolled the parchment again. "We need to ask Morris for a bit of polyjuice potion and" he stopped and smirked. His grey eyes dancing gleefully across the paper like it was a letter from Santa Clause. Though, the thought of Scorpius Malfoy ever receiving a letter from Santa Clause was as impossible as her Uncle saying he missed having Voldemort around constantly invading his mind and killing all of his loved ones.

"And what?" Rose asked looking up from her nails.

"I was about to finish Weasley, shut your fucking mouth for two minutes, remember what I said about your patience." He said for the sole purpose of getting a rise out of her.

Rose felt the anger boil up again, but bit it back. She was not going to show weakness by getting angry. Rose would stay calm and collected until she got back to her dorm. Then she'd scream into her pillow until her throat was sore and her voice was hoarse. Merlin, did she hated him.

Scorpius watched her with curiosity. So she was ignoring him then? Good. Maybe now she'd shut the hell up.

"We have to trade places for an hour. Then write about our experience as the other person. He wants a nine hundred word essay and the conclusion has to include what we've learned about the other person."

Rose was less than thrilled. She tried, and failed, not to imagine all the horrible things Scorpius would do in her body.

"There's another thing." Scorpius whispered. His voice was dripping with amusement. "You're not allowed to tell anyone that you've drunken a potion. They have to actually believe you're an attractive male, and that I'm a half-blood."

Rose's face fell. "Great."

~.~

An hour later Rose emerged from her stall wearing a pair of Scorpius' robes. "Are you ready?" She asked whilst silently thanking Godric the girl's lavatory was empty besides themselves and Moaning Myrtle.

Myrtle had disappeared into her U-bend due to the appearance of Malfoy. But if Malfoy had been surprised to see a teenage ghost sobbing her eyes out and disappearing into a toilet, he didn't let on.

"Just hand me my potion will you?" he barked from inside his stall.

Rose sighed, taking out a long red strand of her hair and dropping it into one of the goblets she was holding before sliding it under the door.

"Give me a bit of your hair." She asked the closed door.

Scorpius obliged, his hand appearing over the top of the stall, brandishing the hairs. Rose took them and twirled the thin blonde strands in her fingertips before dropping it into her own glass.

She scoffed as the concoction turn a brilliant shade of emerald green. Of course it was green.

"On three" Scorpius called.

"One" Rose looked at her goblet and grimaced feeling like this was a death sentence.

"Two" Malfoy grinned looking down at his own goblet, noticing the contents were now molten gold in color.

"Three" Rose shivered involuntarily as she brought the green substance to her lips.

They simultaneously turned back their heads and chugged.

Rose was overpowered by the smell of soap and musk and… mint? The potion went down her throat like chunky green oatmeal. The taste wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't pumpkin juice either.

She fell onto her hands and knees. Spluttering and forcing herself to keep drinking as every part of her body began to burn and feel like jelly.

On the other side of the stall door, Scorpius let his goblet shatter on the floor. His face was burning and the smell of Weasley was lodged into his brain. Flowers, sunshine and vanilla…it was disturbing.

Scorpius felt himself shrink. He was getting shorter and tinier and the clothes he was wearing started to fit. His hair was growing past his shoulders, turning an amazing shade of fire light red. Scorpius then clutched at his chest in bewilderment as the finely carved muscles he'd had just moments before started to swell and soften. He undid the top buttons of her… his white collared shirt.

'Weasley had a nice pair of breasts!' he thought stunned. He'd never noticed before, but Merlin did he notice now. Under different circumstances - and if he'd had the right parts- he might've hardened at the sight of her lacey pink brazier and the way her breasts sat in their respectable cups.

Scorpius was going to have a fantastic time being Rose.

Rose, still kneeling on the floor, clutched her abdomen. It felt as if she'd received six blows to her stomach. There was a tingling from somewhere below her bellybutton and Rose drew a sharp intake of breath as Malfoy's intimates grew between her legs.

It was very awkward to say the least.

Rose stood up and ran a hand through her short blonde hair. She bit her new lips and fixed her tie. This was going to be even stranger than she'd imagined.

The stall opened and both of them gasped.

It was one thing to see yourself in a mirror, and a completely different thing to see yourself through someone else's eyes.

"Button up my shirt!" Rose screeched through Malfoy's voice.

Malfoy… the real Malfoy rolled his eyes and skillfully buttoned it back up. "I think it looks better, but have it your way."

It was odd hearing herself sound so arrogant. So odd in fact, that she laughed. And considering that she'd never heard Malfoy laugh before now, it caused her to laugh even harder. She laughed so hard in fact that she crumpled to the floor in a fit of giggles that sounded hilarious coming from Scorpius' mouth.

Malfoy glared and told her to get off the floor before she soiled his robes.

~.~

"Just act natural." Rose whispered as she walked through the noisy chatter that was the great hall.

"Did you say something Scorp?" Turner; Scorpius' best friend since first year; asked as Rose took a seat. She'd never been on this side of the hall before. Sitting in the sea of green and silver, she felt like a spy from one of the muggle movies her mum was so fond of. Rose shuddered with nerves before remembering she still hadn't given him an answer.

"No, are you hearing shit?" She asked causing a laugh from the other Slytherins.

Callum Turner grinned. "Is it your assignment with that half-blood slut that's gotten your wand in such a tight knot?" he asked as Rose chocked on a bit of biscuit.

Half-blood slut?

"You alright there mate?" Dankworth asked patting her on the back.

Rose nodded and almost said thank you. Then mentally slapped herself before shrugging out of Dankworth's grasp. "I'm fine, quit molesting me."

The Slytherins laughed again and Dankworth gave her a friendly punch in the arm that actually quite hurt.

"You know," Turner began staring thoughtfully at the Gryffindor table. "I think she's kind of good looking."

If Rose had turned around she'd have noticed Turner staring at her. Well technically he was staring at Scorpius, but she didn't think he'd appreciate knowing that.

"You think that Half-blood is hot?" Dankworth exclaimed. His round features and puglike face had become very confused and he gaped at him with a stunned expression on his face.

"Well last week when Chelsea started that rumor about Scorp liking her I got a good look and well," Turner blushed and if Rose hadn't been Malfoy at the moment she would've blushed too. "She's a very attractive girl."

"Did I hear my name?" asked what could have passed as a walking, talking stick with raven hair.

"Actually yes we were talking about your little rumor." Turner said, absent mindedly ripping apart a piece of bread and chewing on it thoughtfully.

"Oh, that." The girl giggled and Rose had an overwhelming urge to punch her in the face.

That stupid bitch had no idea how much embarrassment Rose had gone through in the last couple of days all because of her damn rumor. Rose felt something sink in her stomach. She'd told herself it'd just been a rumor, but now that it was confirmed she had a hard time convincing herself that she wasn't a slight bit disappointed.

"Scorpius you seem quiet. Is something the matter?" asked a concerned Chelsea, resting her head on Rose's shoulder.

Rose shrugged her off. She had lost her appetite again.

As her eyes wandered around the great hall she saw the most humiliating thing imaginable: herself at the Gryffindor table.

Except it wasn't her. It was Malfoy. And Malfoy was covering himself with soup and chewing with his mouth open. He had carrots in his hair and blue stains on his shirt from Godric knew what.

That motherfucker.

Rose thought quickly. How was she supposed to stop Scorpius without speaking to him?

She gripped her wand, which had been transfigured to look like Scorpius'. Rose was going to hex the shit out of him after this. But for now she decided cunning revenge was her best option.

Her mind raced quickly and her eyes grew the size of dinner plates. Suddenly Rose new exactly what to do. The one thing every man whore hates: clingy girls. Which is exactly what Chelsea would be tomorrow.

"Chelsea?"

The stick stopped talking and turned to face her. "Yeah?"

Rose sighed inwardly before taking the girl's skeleton like face in her hands and snogging her brains out.

~.~

Scorpius was in the middle of grossing out a few Gryffindor boys by rubbing cake down his shirt when he heard the hoots coming from the Slytherin table.

He turned around to see himself sticking his tongue down Chelsea's throat.

It was repulsive.

That stupid bitch!

Scorpius watched in helplessness as his pristine reputation was dented before his eyes.

His vision turned red as he stomped out of the hall. Something he would have never done if it weren't for the fact that he was a girl at the moment and stomping because he was mad and it seemed the only logical thing to do.

Making sure Rose was following him, Scorpius led the way back to the bathroom. Cursing as he went along.

He wondered briefly if it would be okay to kick her arse her while she was a guy.

Rose slammed the door shut behind her and felt the familiar tingling of the potion working. Their hour was up.

"You obnoxious prat!" she screeched at the stall where he was changing back into his robes; Her plan to ignore him, completely forgotten.

"I'm the prat?" he spat. "You made me kiss Chelsea! Now she'll think we're together, or worse the school will think we're together!" He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and swore in frustration

Rose got into the stall next to him and tore off the Slytherin robes. "Fuck you Malfoy!" She snarled, pulling on her own robes.

Malfoy's stall door thundered open. "I'd never defile myself with you, Weasley, don't fantasize." His voice calmer, but still filled with resentment.

She emerged from her stall to find Malfoy leaning nonchalantly against a marble pillar next to the sink wearing a mischievous smirk.

She wanted to slap it off of him.

Merlin was she feeling violent tonight.

"What's with the smug look?" Rose spat, tossing him his robes.

He handed her the stained robes he'd used and she scourgified them before putting them in her bag.

"How'd you enjoy kissing Chelsea?"

Rose pinned up her hair, "Well I certainly wouldn't want to do it again! She kisses like a slobbering dog."

"She does, doesn't she?" Scorpius chuckled, obviously familiar with the unpleasant way Chelsea kissed.

Rose smiled, some of her anger ebbing away. "And she kept reaching for my… er… your crotch. It wasn't pleasurable in the slightest."

Scorpius grinned before changing the subject. "I wasn't aware how much the guys in your house enjoyed your muggle-tainted looks."

Rose smirked "Which is why you made me look like a fool?"

He stopped grinning. "Please. If I wanted you, which I don't, I could've had you by now." Scorpius scoffed.

Seizing her chance to torture him, Rose laughed. "If that's what consoles you at night while you dream about me –"

"The only dreams of mine that you're in are my nightmares."

"I didn't know you wanked off to nightmares." Her smirk broadened as he flushed with fury. Rose probably shouldn't provoke him, but old habits die hard and this was too much fun.

He got off the wall. Approaching Rose like a hunter did it's prey. When he stopped his face was an inch from hers and their noses were almost touching.

"You're pathetic." He said quietly. His minty breath sweetly caressing her face while his words cut her. "Do you think just because a few idiots take interest in you that you're any less ugly?"

He laughed and Rose swallowed hard. Not breaking the stare even though she wanted to knee him in the balls and have James beat his pride out of him.

"Does it hurt knowing that you're just as ugly inside as you say I am on the outside?" She asked, her voice full of loathing.

He held her gaze for a moment longer before leaving the bathroom.

It was the vulnerable look she'd gave him for that fraction of a second before he left that made up his mind. He knew how he'd crush that Half-bloods' spirits once and for all.

Scorpius was going to break Rose Weasley's fragile little heart.

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