Sorry for how long it's taken me to update! I was really getting into my other story, "The Rose and the Scorpion" So I was mainly focusing on that. :) Please forgive me! x)
Enjoy my 3rd chapter! :)
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Potterette
I look at the time-table which Professor Flint, our potions teacher, has just handed me. My dad's always going on at how amazing it is that Marcus Flint has become a teacher, as he hated lessons in school, but me and Scorp have always had a suspicion that he simply enjoys traumatising all the non-Slytherins. Not that this bothers us, it's so funny to watch him shout at everyone except us.
"Potions, herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Gryffindors." Lola moans, but then perks up almost immediately after, "You can use that time to flirt with the Potters!" She exclaims, grinning at me.
I groan.
"Didn't you hear what Scorp just said?"
"Duh."
"How am I meant to flirt with someone who's trying to prank me, you idiot?"
"Oh stop with the drama, we all know you would do anything to beat your brother." She replies, rolling her eyes.
I have to agree, but I would never admit it, so I just push my bottom lip out into a small pout and resume stuffing myself with the chocolate muffin.
I have a feeling I might get very fat this year.
…...
"Diffindo." I whisper under my breath, one week later, pointing my wand at Lily Potter's bag. It immediately splits open, causing her schoolbooks, quills and ink to spill out of it. I grin as she swears loudly, and drops to her knees to pick everything up before class starts. Show-time.
I step out from behind the corner where I was hiding, and approach slowly, as if shy, before kneeling down beside her and stacking her books together.
I know! I'm actually kneeling down for a Potter! On the ground! The same place where people's feet walk all over every single day. I hate to admit it, but this is a sure sign that I'm desperate. It's obvious that it will never work to flirt directly to the Potters, so I need to be friendly to their sister. Friendly. I really hate that word.
"Clear off Malfoy, I don't want your filthy hands all over my stuff." Lily says the moment she sees me, glaring at me. I force back the trademark Malfoy smirk which I can feel forming itself on my face, and try to look taken aback.
"I'm so sorry, I only wanted to help." I simper, slowly getting to my feet, "Are you sure I can't be of assistance?"
She continues to glare at me, "How about you just tell me what the big deal with you acting nice is, and drop your stupid act." She snaps, stuffing her books into her bag and taking out her wand to clear away the ink, before pointing it at me menacingly and getting to her feet.
I consider trying to keep being nice, but one look at Potter's expression, and I know it won't work. I finally let loose the smirk I've been holding in, "Not a chance darling, all of my motives are top secret." I turn to go.
"Wait." She calls out, and I slowly turn around to face her, crossing my arms and fixing a bored expression on my face.
"What, Potter?"
"I need your help."
I can't stop my eyes from widening at her words, the sentence which I would never have even dreamed of hearing from a Potter. I quickly fix my bored expression back on my face, but I can tell that Potter isn't fooled.
"Oh? Why would the almighty Potterette need my help?" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I can practically hear her grinding her teeth at my words, and swallow back a grin at how fun it is to infuriate her.
"James has been acting really strange lately." She declares. I wait for her to explain, but she stays completely silent, glaring at me.
"And that's my business how?" I finally ask, and am surprised when her shoulder's droop and she sighs.
"I need you to go out with him"
I stare at her, and my mouth drops open most inelegantly. I'm so shocked that I don't even try to close it again.
"Huh?" Merlin, I can't believe I just said that, it's not even a word! You can call us Malfoys whatever you like ; slutty, bitchy, evil.. etc. But we are absolutely not illiterate! And I just sounded like an utter idiot. And am probably looking like one too.
At this thought, I force my mouth shut and put my favorite sneer back in place, I'm about to reply that there is no way on earth that I would want to go out with him, but Potter speaks first.
"My brother is so obviously in love with you, but refuses to admit it, even to himself. He's becoming so miserable that I would even accept him to date you,if it stops him from being this moody." Potter continues, talking fast, obviously wanting to get this whole thing over with as fast as possible, then she turns and walks away.
I'm back to looking and sounding like an illiterate fool, "Huh!?"
"At least consider it!" She calls over her shoulder, and then stops and adds, as if in after-thought, "I still think you're a bitch, even if my brother has some strange attraction to you, so don't you dare think we're on talking terms."
I can only stare after her as she walks away, my mouth is still hanging open, and my only thought that makes the slightest bit of sense is : What . The . F***!?
…...
"OK. I am willing to sacrifice my precious time for a Potter, but only if I get something really good for my troubles." I announce to Potterette, smirking at her.
"You really need to stop smirking, Malfoy, and I've already planned that out. Spend some time with my brother until he confesses his feelings for you, and you get Albus as your personal slave for 2 weeks."
I grin and laugh my favorite evil laugh, "You should have been put in Slytherin, Potterette, if you're willing to sell your brother like that."
She smirks, "Never underestimate Gryffindors, bitch." To my surprise, I realise that there was hardly any venom behind the insult.
"How are you going to get James to accept to talk to me?" I ask curiously, actually relaxing around the Potter.
"Let's just say that I know a lot of things about my darling brother, one of which is that he is supremely crap at potions." She answers, grinning, "Anyway, I'll be going now, see ya Malfoy." With that, she strides out of the room, leaving me grinning at my good luck. It looks like it will be easier than I had expected to beat my brother.
…...
September the 9th, 2021.
At this rate, I am sure to lose to Belinda in this ridiculous competition. It has been a week that I have been attempting to work up the courage to ask Max and Eoin to spread rumors that I like Weasley but... I just can't stand the thought of people thinking I would fall for a red-head!
I know, call me a coward, but honestly, this competition is the dumbest thing ever! I would rather kiss the backside of a Blast-Ended Newt than so much as touch Weaselette!
Then again, I do not want Belinda to beat me, so I might as well just swallow my disgust and get on with this torture. It should be easy once I work up the nerve to flirt with Weasley, after all, I have never known a girl to resist my god-like beauty and intelligence, and I don't see how the ambulating bomb could be any different.
Yours truly,
Scorpius Malfoy.
Sorry for this short chapter but I promise the next one will be longer! ;P Please review! I'll post the next chapter once I've had... 6 more reviews! That sounds reasonable enough right? ;) By the way, it might take a bit longer for me to update, because school is starting again.. x( :)
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