Chapter 2: An Interesting Year

Scorpius

"Scorpius Malfoy, can I have a word with you?"

"Yes Professor, just one minute"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Getting assigned Head Boy was great and all, but I would rather not have all this extra responsibility shit. It's bad enough with the ministry mandated eighth year, having to bust my ass in courses when I should be off living my life. Maybe I should slack off a little, have some fun this year. An image of my father's furious face popped into my head. Or maybe I shouldn't do that if I wanted to live…

I followed McGonagall up the steps to the Headmistresses office and sat down across from her impeccably organized desk. She shifted stacks of paper until she came across what she had obviously been looking for.

"Now Scorpius, I have a special request for you, if you wouldn't mind." She raised an eyebrow expectantly. This was not really a choice was it?

"Of course Ma'am, what can I help you with?'

Of course up front I was the picture of perfect manners, being a Malfoy, but deep down I was a back-talking snarky bastard. Good thing Slytherins don't lay it all out on the table, or we would have had a lot more trouble in the past.

"We have a new student arriving tonight Mr. Malfoy"

I couldn't help but start a little at that. We hadn't had a new student at Hogwarts -disregarding first years of course – for years.

"A new student Ma'am?"

I fished delicately for details, and the knowing glint in her eyes showed me that not only was I caught looking for gossip-worthy details, but that I was totally going to get them. Score one Malfoy charm.

"A new girl coming in this year, transfer from Beauxbatons, sixth year. Her family has ties to Hogwarts, so we were able to make an exception for her extenuating circumstances."

I knew what that meant. We have a trouble maker on our hands. Possibly even an expulsion. This should be interesting.

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Three hours later I found myself waiting in the entrance hall of the school for this girl to show up. I heard gravel crunching outside and it signaled the approach of one of the carriages pulled by the invisible thestrals. I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but I was actually kind of anxious to meet this new student, she was going to be gossip for sure. I masked my curiosity by facing the door of the Great Hall, instead of appearing to be waiting for her.

I heard the doors open on well oiled hinges and heard the distinct sharp clicking noise of heels on stone. I slowly turned around and caught the silhouette of a girl casually levitating her trunk. It was dark in the Entrance Hall so I couldn't make out much of her until she entered the circle of light the torch above my head was making and let her trunk drop with a heavy thud.

What I saw made my breath catch in my chest. Her long auburn hair reached to her waist and was loose and curly. Her eyes were startlingly green and she had a tangible air of confidence and intelligence about her. She was to some degree I suppose, wearing the Hogwarts uniform, but in no way I've ever seen it worn before. Her skirt was sinfully short, barely covering her – quite nice- arse. Her blouse was unfastened to an almost indecent neckline, with her tie drooping loosely under the collar.

As far as I knew Hogwarts had no policy dictating what type of shoes had to be worn with a uniform, but I can guarantee that hers will not go over well. Impossibly high heels still left her barely above my chin. She was not a very tall girl.

"So are you going to tell me where to go? Or are you just some pretty face they sent to greet me, so I wouldn't assume your school was full of ugly morons?"

Her question caught me off guard. Blunt. I liked her already.

"I heard you came from Beauxbatons?" I asked puzzled.

She laughed - a tinkling high pitched sound. It was lovely.

"Yeah, I wasn't exactly 'their cup of tea, darling'…that is to say, none of us really got on. My mother wanted me to go there, so I did. But now I'm finally away from those stuck-up, pretentious bitches"

She wasn't kidding when she said didn't fit in. She wasn't exactly the regal ladylike type woman I found came from Beauxbatons. No she was fierce, fiery, hot as Hades and exactly my type of girl. Maybe I'm going to have a little fun this year after all.

"Well, hopefully you'll find Hogwarts at least a little more agreeable."

"you're here aren't you?" she smiled at me appraisingly. "it's already more agreeable."

I flushed slightly but grinned wryly at her comment. I levitated her trunk for her before leading her to the antechamber used to sort the first years. I gestured for her to sit on the stool and she sat with the practiced grace of people who wear short skirts. The hat didn't even need to touch her head before it yelled its response.

"Slytherin. Obviously."

And then in a quieter voice it added.

"I'm glad to have finally met you Lilly."

She giggled.

"I've heard many stories about you. Mr. Sorting Hat. Thank you."

I was puzzled. I had never heard the sorting hat talk to people other than for sorting purposes. I had of course heard rumors, but I had never actually witnessed it. I suppose there is a first for everything.

"Lilly huh?" I smirked. "Cute name for a cute girl".

She smiled a scary dark smile and started to stalk towards me, backing me against the wall. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, so low I could barely catch it.

"Sweetheart, if you ever call me cute again, I will cut these" at that she grabbed my crotch, "off, and feed them to fluffy. I'm sure he's around here somewhere. Understood?"

I nodded, not exactly minding her hand down there at all, although I would rather it be on nicer terms. I'd prefer to keep those for more, important purposes. This girl was going to be the death of me, in the best of ways. I liked her more and more every minute. She stepped away from me, and I brushed by her holding the curtain aside for her to exit through. We only caught the tail end of her introduction from McGonagall.

"…so everyone please welcome our new student"

There were loud cheers throughout the Great Hall, each house hoping for a new member. She of course took the cheers as her cue and she strutted out from behind the curtain. Her measured steps echoed around the now silent Great Hall. She sauntered over to the Slytherin table with the air of a student who had been here for years. She sat down and the silence in the hall was deafening.

"What in Merlin's name are you all waiting for? Eat your food and stop staring!"

The whole Great Hall burst out into whispers at her outburst. There were many covert glances at her and it was obvious that plenty of gossip was already spreading. I sat down beside her, seeing as she had somehow ended up with the eighth year Slytherins. She slipped me a sly grin and slid her hand onto my thigh. Well then, it seemed that this was going to be an interesting year indeed.