Chapter two! Yay! If anyone had any suggestions for this fic, please let me know! At the moment, I have ideas for what I would like to happen, but for the most part I'm just making it up as I go along. So please review, it would make me fabulously happy!
Disclaimer: Characters by the lovely J.K Rowling, they are not my own.
I was sleeping, contently snoozing on some mysterious couch only Merlin knew where. However, the more I thought about my position, the more I realized I had no earthly idea where I was anymore, I attempted moving. My body was locked firmly in place; no limb was able to budge an inch. And my eyes, although I felt them open I continued looking into a complete darkness, the only thing to be seen were a few fuzzy shapes that I vaguely recognized as furniture. I was scarred, completely unaware of where I was or who put me there. My mind was racing a mile-a-minute; however, the entrance of someone or something quickly silenced it. I caught my breath, praying to Merlin that the mysterious wandered was unaware of my presence. My hopes were in vain.
"Scorpius," a feminine voice cooed, a small body sliding next to me on whatever I had been sleeping on. A petite finger then began tracing my jaw, as I felt a warm breath reside by my ear. Unexplainable shivers raced down my spine and I shuddered, the movement surprising me. However, it seemed to have no effect on the stranger, and I couldn't almost feel her smirk against my face. My eyes dashed for the spot I believed the girl to be, however, there weren't even any fuzzy edges to help give me any indication on who this person might have been. I open my mouth to speak, however, I was unable to vocalize any words, I was unable to make this person aware of my contradictory feelings. As much as her presence was pleasantly chilling, I was terrified at the same time. I could only assume the worst.
"Shh, shh, shh, now…" She purred. Merlin, this girl purred, and at that moment my groin became extremely uncomfortable. I stiffened, although I didn't think it was possible for my body to become even more rigid. Again, I could feel her smile against my face, and I swallowed in response.
"No need to be worried, Scorpius," She planted light feathery kiss across my jaw bone and up to behind my ear, a place I find particularly sensitive. I growled in reaction, which made her all the more enthusiastic. Her nimbly fingers moved to unbutton my shirt, and I felt her shift her weight until she was straddling me. All previous fear instantly vanished, and I was only concerned with the ever-so sexy stranger and aiding her on the quest to pleasing me.
"That's better, Scorpius, let's show some enthusiasm now, hmm?" She had leaned down and hissed this in my ear, biting at my earlobe as she taunted me. No, this girl was much too in control, and as sexy as it was, it was my turn. Suddenly released from my mysterious bonds, I gripped her waist, causing a surprised gasp to escape the girl's lips. I myself smirked this time, and I oh-so suavely turned so she was now positioned under me. At this moment, my vision began to clear, a petite outline and a large head of hair coming into view.
I paid it no mind, my eyes closing as I caught the stranger's mouth in my own. At that she reached up until her fingers found my hair. She scratched at the back of my head as I made quick work of her shirt, soon moving on to the clasp on the back of her bra. Suddenly, she stopped, and my own eyes opened.
I was staring into the stormy blue eyes of Rose Weasley.
"Fucking shite, Malfoy, manwhore much?" She spat, hastily re-buttoning her blouse and hiding her goods from my view. I was flabbergasted, surprised to find her forcefully pushing my body from her own. I still stared at Rose, expecting her to just smile and yell "Gotcha!" just before we began that bliss we had been participating in before. However, she picked herself up and scurried to the door.
"For a second there I thought you were a good bloke, but now you just confirmed you're the fuck shit I always thought you were," Rose sneered, her eyes glowering down at me. I felt inferior, I felt as though I had just been slapped in the face. Finally, however, I found my voice.
"No, Rose, you don't understand!" I hurriedly moved to catch her before she closed the door. However, my movements were delayed; I found it difficult to even take the first step off the couch I had been residing on. The door snapped shut before I was even half way there, her words still hanging in the air…
I woke up with a start, my breath jagged and my whole being drenched with sweat.
I can't say I was surprised by such a vivid dream, they had been reoccurring since the start of the summer vacation. However, they never ceased to amaze me, the vibrant details, the fact that every single time I struggled with my mysterious bonds despite the fact that I knew it would be some time before I could break free. On top of that, time and time again I was always speechless by the subject of the, er, well dreams. –I've actually been dreaming about Rose Weasley.
I can't say she isn't attractive. She very well is, most guys in Hogwarts have been gunning for her for years. But of course, there is always the fact that she's an uptight bitch, and much too oblivious/self centered to notice that someone else other than herself is interested in her. I suppose that's why I've never seen anything in her, there has always been such a strong animosity between us, and I've never seen her as anything other than a self-righteous arse.
Needless to say, I've done a lot of thinking since the end of last term. Whatever I was thinking that day—whatever attraction I felt, was simply due to the fact that I had seen something of kindness in her for the first time in… Well, the first time ever. Therefore, I've concluded that my brain was a great deal surprised by the change of events and somehow believed I had feelings for the girl.
I don't, I can clearly see that now.
And on the topic of the dreams, I'm simply attracted to her. Again, Rose Weasley has never been ugly. While she may be a little on the short side, she's got a great figure. The dreams therefore are purely a figment of that attraction. Case closed.
On another note, I made Head Boy. I'm saying this because the new term is starting soon. Today actually. I'm leaving for the station in an hour with my parents. Brie, our elf packed my trunk last night. With my badge in it. You know who probably got the other head position? Weasley.
Everything somehow ends up coming back to her one way or another, doesn't it? She's like that song that no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, it just keeps replaying in your head until you want to jump off the nearest cliff. The nearest very, very tall cliff, complete with jagged rocks on the bottom.
Realizing I'm still lying in bed, I sit up right; rubbing my eyes groggily as my feet swing themselves over the edge of the mattress and to the floor. I stand slowly, testing my weight, making sure my brain has begun functioning properly, hoping not to run into a wall due to the lack of sleep I've been receiving lately. The one downside of those ever so lovely dreams is that they have completely ruined my sleep schedule.
I found my way into the dinning room and sat myself down toward the pile of food.
"Master Malfoy, sir, your eggs have gotten cold, sir!" A small voice squeaked from behind me, and I turned to see our house elf, Brie. I smiled politely at her.
"Please, Brie, call me Scorpius. And don't worry about it, it's my own fault for sleeping so late," my hand was already reaching for the plate of now cold scrambled eggs, my stomach grumbling and my eyes mentally inhaling the food.
"But Master Malfoy, it's no trouble at all sir!" Brie was by my side, reaching for the dish before I shook my head. Really, I was hungry enough, the time was nearing 11 and I had to leave soon. I didn't think my stomach or time would allow for her to make me a fresh batch. As rude as it may have been, a shooed the small elf away with a wave of my hand, and began ravaging through my breakfast. My father naturally entered at that moment, the daily prophet tucked neatly under his arm and looking at me like I was some kind of cannibal.
"Really, Scorpius, have I taught you nothing? Sit up straight, and please get your elbows off the table. Oh, and how nice of you to join the living, by the way," Despite his etiquette lesson, my father grinned widely at me. He walked over by my side and clapped his hand on my back, congratulating me once more on the position of Head Boy.
"Should we be leaving soon?" I glanced to the clock on the wall opposite to me, noticing we only had roughly fifteen minutes until the train departed. That answered my question, although my father still softly nodded.
"Nervous?" He seemed to be staring off, so I doubted he saw me shrug.
"Mixed feelings, really. I'd like to think I know what to expect," I've never really liked the unexpected, which is peculiar when you think of whom I'm friends with. Albus Potter and Louis Weasley, those two were the epitome of spontaneous, one moment you could be studying, and the next they'd be dragging me off to jump off the side of Hogwarts for kicks. Literally, it happened one time in fifth year. Albus wondered if he could transfigure something in time to stop him from dying, and he asked Lou and I to come along in case he needed someone to levitate him to the hospital wing.
"You'll do just fine, I'm sure. Any idea who you'll be working alongside with when it comes to your Head position?"
I think my father is obsessed with the fact that I made Head Boy. That or he's just immensely proud. Either way, he's turned every conversation we have had the past week onto the topic of my head position. I'm actually surprised he hadn't asked this question yet.
"I haven't told you? The entire school expects Rose Weasley to get it," I said it off handedly, as if it wasn't really that big of a deal. I know my father had never been the biggest fan of the Weasleys, rumor has it he and Ron didn't get along in their school days. He usually avoided talking of the family; I always honestly thought it was because he never had anything nice to say. His face lost any traces of emotion as I spoke Rose's name, and he simply gave a curt nod.
"Well, tell her congratulations later for me, will you? I think its time to go," He waved me from my seat as I managed a last mouthful of eggs, and I grabbed my knapsack of items for the train ride Brie had so kindly placed by my seat. And with that we apparated to the train station.
I've never liked the sensation of apparating, it was gut-wrenching, and whenever I made it to the other side my stomach was always doing summersaults. I bit back the feeling of bile rising in my throat, and then I noticed something missing.
"Where's mum?" I was never able to use such casual terms with my father, he always got annoyed when I was younger and wanted to dub him Pop instead of Father or Sir. My mother, Astoria Greengrass, on the other hand, found the name mum much more endearing, chastising me playfully whenever I called her anything else.
"Work related function, she left before you awoke. She said she'll see you at Christmas and that's she's dreadfully sorry. I suppose I'll see you then too? Christmas?" My heart dropped slightly, wishing my mother had been here to see me off. However, I took my father's statement as my cue to begin looking for Al and Lou. I gave him a slightly awkward wave, and began weaving my way through the crowds at the station.
As I neared the train, I noticed the Weasley/Potter clan right away. Their bright red hair was unmistakable, and their sheer size in numbers made them hard to miss. Al and Lou, however, managed to skip the flaming hair gene, Albus being graced with his father's black locks, and Louis his mother's blonde ones. And then there was the epitome of the fiery Weasley hair, looking genuinely happy. I never saw her smile like that during the school year, her mouth was wide a just a hint of her upper gum was showing. Her eyes were crinkled, and her hands were grasping at her stomach as if she were in physical pain.
I wasn't staring. No. I was simply occupying my time as I waited for Al and Lou to say their goodbyes and get their slow arses over here. They made their way, finally, both with wide-stretched grins and tales of their hectic, family filled summer vacation.
"If it isn't the infamous Scorpius Malfoy! Back from the hole in the ground he calls his home!"
I honestly didn't write much while I was on break; my parents deem in necessary to schedule all of their high-society gatherings for when I'm on vacation. On top of that, my father always makes it absolutely mandatory for me to attend, saying "Malfoy's stick together". I just think he can't stand going to them himself, and therefore forces them on me, too. Albus thinks it is because my father is trying to keep me from visiting the Potters/Weasleys.
"I'm sorry, do I know you two?" I put on my best bemused face and Louis hit my arm lightly, the two cousins laughing lightly.
"See Louis, I told you he forgot about us!"
"It's all of those rich-folk gatherings; he thinks he's found people better than us!"
Merlin, I never realized just how lonely the manor is, and how much I've missed these two. While they are probably the two most annoying prats in Hogwarts, they have been my best friends since the train ride in first year. I smiled widely at them and they returned the expression, Louis motioning for us to walk toward the train entrance near our usual cabin. As we leisurely strolled, Albus was the first to speak.
"Rose got Head Girl, you know. Should be an interesting year for you two," He eyebrows were raised slightly in amusement; I could sense the insinuations in his voice. I had obviously told the two of them about my encounter with Rose at the end of last year. Needless to say, both were rather skeptical about the agreement we had to be mates. I can't say I wasn't, I mean really. Rose and I, friends? The whole world would probably implode before that actually worked out. However, I was slightly more optimistic about the situation than the two of them were.
"She didn't mention your name the entire summer. Usually she tries to, you know, persuade us from being your friend—" Louis went on, however he was cut of momentarily by Albus.
"Like that'll ever work," He quickly gave me a reassuring wink.
"But she just acted as though you didn't exist," Louis managed to finish, a bit peeved Al cut him off despite what he had said. Louis shrugged, obviously not fazed much by the events. I myself was thinking how I would just let the cards fall into place. I felt as though I wouldn't be disappointed if Rose acted as though our agreement had never occurred, I haven't been her friend for six years and I've done brilliantly, I didn't need her, right?
Just as we reached the entrance onto the train I caught sight of her again, one of her rare smiles still plastered on her face as she slowly walked away from the family she had just said good-bye to. She was wearing muggle clothes, high waisted blue-jean shorts with a button-up polka dot blouse tucked neatly into her bottoms. Rose was for some reason wearing her robes on over that, though after I thought for a moment it was no doubt because she was attempting to subtly show off the brightly shinning heads badge pinned neatly to the front.
Her eyes caught mine suddenly, her smile vanished and I knew it wouldn't be back for some time. I was then caught in that awkward stage of not knowing whether or not to wave, unsure if she was willing to follow through with her idea to be mates. I gave her a weary smile at first, and I was met with a bemused look, her brows furrowing if only slightly.
Amazingly, this all occurred from quite a distance away. I saw her eyes travel to Albus and Louis, telling some sort of inside joke from behind me. I could hear their laughs, if only distantly. Her eyebrows furrow farther after she caught site of them, and I wasn't quite sure why. My arm slowly began to rise, I had then decided to try and wave her over. I could at least congratulate her on her position as Head Girl.
I knew she saw me wave, I saw her eyes widen in surprise, I'm sure she did. Without another moment of deliberation, her eyes narrowed to slits. And with that Rose turned and boarded the train.
Yay! As always, please, please, please review! I'd love some input. I myself think this chapter was a little choppy, so I'm really sorry about that. I'll try to redeem myself next chapter.