Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling therefore I own nothing.
Summer courses are over (never realized how difficult learning an entire semester in a month would be) so I'm back! Sorry for disappearing. Just saw DH part 2 last night and it was wonderful yet completely heartbreaking that it's truly over :(. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this installment!
Princes of the Universe : Chapter Three
I hate Malfoy. I hate his French wardrobe and his immaculately sculpted hair and most definitely his overbearing ego. And what I hate the most is that he could- and had used all three of those to snatch and flaunt Elise Donovan, the Seventh Year Ravenclaw I had been toying with for a week now. Because I couldn't just sit there and let that happen, of course, I snagged myself his favorite Hufflepufff.
Sophie was the only known girl who Scorpius had humored more than once and actually frequented regularly. So it was his fault we ended up attempting to vie for the attention of the other resulting in us getting caught by the typically even tempered Madam Hooch in a slightly raunchy situation. Of course the girls didn't get detentions for being out after hours or our escapades in the Great Hall but Malfoy and I were sentenced to cleaning the broom shed and lines for the next two nights. Sulking in horror as the dust of the old storage center collected in my hair, I was certain I truly hated Scorpius Malfoy
Never having been a fan of Quidditch and not acquiring the love for brooms and their memorabilia that much of my cousins had, I drearily sifted through piles of junk and mess with more care as to not dirty myself than to reorder them. On the other hand the blonde across the room was cheerily going through old broom piles and inspecting models and uniforms that were probably from before even our parents time at Hogwarts.
Of course Malfoy was on the Quidditch team thus enjoying our odd punishment. Glaring over at him I assured myself even further of my hatred towards him and began to plot the revenge I'd have my cousins take for me once these two bloody days were over. He even had me cursing, the git. Sighing dramatically, I threw myself onto a pile of dusty chests in a huff.
"This is what you get when you try to compete at my level," Malfoy said snidely from his side of the room. Readjusting myself so I was perched with perfect posture rather than my initial slump, I just scoffed at his accusation.
"Is that how you see it? You Slytherings really need to readjust your vision outside of that dank dungeon of yours."
"You just can't stand that I spoiled your plans for that brunette," Scorpius pushed, ignoring my comments.
"Not in the slightest," I lied. "I had no plans for Elise other than continuing our recent intellectual banter. She is quite sharp on most accounts- romance is obviously not one of those though seeing as she ended last night with you."
"So your sudden interest in Sophie had nothing to do with retaliation?" Ooh he caught me. Even with my actions so blatant I was hoping he'd overlook them.
"My interest in her? I believe you have it wrong, Malfoy. She ran into me at Hogsmeade and I presume she wanted to trade in her second hand Parisian threads for a taste of Italian craftsmanship," I smiled wolfishly at him before continuing. "Pity you can't keep hold on your possessions for long." With that he stopped sifting through his piles in favor of standing and closing much of the distance between us.
"Sophie knows she can do as she likes, she isn't some doll," Malfoy chastised.
"And I'm sure she wouldn't see your encounter that way. Maybe she'd see it as taking a taste of the knockoff that happens to be circulating the school but she knows what true quality is in the end. And as you must know after last night, she is very high quality herself," Scorpius teased, gray eyes shining extra brightly in the dimness of the old shed. I couldn't seem to tear away from his gaze as I responded.
"That she is. I am very glad she stopped going around with that knockoff as well."
"Maybe you'd like to join her?" His proposal hung in the air as I attempted to process the meaning behind it but his proximity made the walls seem to shrink around us. Before I could fully comprehend the magnitude of his words, his breath was on my face and a second later his lips were attached to mine.
While my brain shut off, my instincts went into overdrive so as his lips moved sensuously against my own, I kissed back with just as much passion. It wasn't a sweet kiss that was laced with budding romance or care but one that was made to explore and dominate the other. Malfoy must have not been anticipating me to react as such and let out a small growl before fisting a hand in my hair and dragging me closer. Unused to the rough handling I yelped and pushed him away.
Glaring and panting, I attempted to collect myself while he looked equally as disheveled. Still sitting on the trunks and having to look up at him, I opted to stand despite my exhaustion from the detention just to be better prepared if he tried that again. Scorpius was the first to break the silence.
"So the little prince is delicate," he smirked.
"Not so much delicate as preferring not to be treated as such by people like yourself," I countered.
"So you're admitting you can't handle me Weasley?" anger bubbled up in my stomach and impulsively I closed the gap between the two of us again, this time prying open his lips with my tongue and heating the kiss further. Thankfully Scorpius was just as eager and kept up with every slight lash, curl, and brush of my tongue. By the time we pulled away that anger had turned to something completely different bubbling in my stomach. This time the blonde was stunned into silence.
"I believe it is you who needs to determine if you can handle me," I whispered huskily, planting one seductive kiss to the corner of his mouth before brushing past him and out of the broom shed. Detention be damned, I couldn't stay around the blonde a moment longer without potentially losing my hand in the game.
Over the next day I trained myself to forget about what happened in the shed and the fact I left before detention was finished- something Malfoy was certain to mention to Madam Hooch. I anticipated her to barge into one of my classes and promise even more cleaning for my insolence but it never came. Even Malfoy was oddly quiet and I assumed he was playing the same ignoring game I was.
By the time dinner came to a close and I bid goodbye to Albus to go to the first floor classroom Madam Hooch had assigned us for our lines, I had pushed the previous day's incident from my head. Bolstering my self confidence for the tongue lashing I thought inevitable since it hadn't happened throughout my day, I entered the small room with a grim expression on my face.
Oddly, Madam Hooch barely looked up at my arrival before motioning to a seat that was stocked with parchment. Noting the lines on the board were just a section of the school rules, I sighed and sat in the rickety seat.
A few minutes later the door opened once again and I refused to look up as the blonde took a seat two away from my own. My eyes burned with curiosity to just look over at him but my mind stayed firm, telling me that it would only fuel his ego and take away from the punishment. Getting myself under momentary control, I turned back to the assignment and mindlessly copied the paragraph endlessly onto the page.
When the door opened a third time I couldn't help but turn around to see the newcomer in curiosity. A small girl who I didn't recognize was shifting her weight back and forth in a nervous habit within the door's threshold. She seemed to realize I had noticed her and promptly turned red before dropping her gaze to the floor.
"M-madam Hooch?" she inquired meekly. The older witch sighed, taking off her glasses to wearily look at the newcomer.
"Yes Fredericks?"
"The Hufflepuff Quidditch team is requesting your assistance. The bludgers are acting extra rowdy and we think they may have been jinxed," she explained, voicing squeaking in its high pitch. Madam Hooch flinched slightly before looking slowly between Malfoy and I.
"You two do your lines in silence and don't think about doing anything besides that while I'm gone," she warned. I nodded and dropped my head back down to my work. Scorpius must have done something similar as she quickly got up and followed the small girl out.
"Bumbling Hufflepuffs. Beaters probably just too soft to take care of them," Scorpius snickered. "If that's the case they'll all be given enough of a tongue lashing as to probably consider dropping from the team anyway. Hooch can be scary when she wants."
"Yeah, I've been waiting for her to go off at me all day," I muttered.
"Why?" the sincere interest in his voice threw me off for a moment, making me turn towards him. Any momentary softness that I thought I heard was gone and his face was in a cool smirk, eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Well I did walk out of detention yesterday," I said lamely as Scorpius laughed.
"Weasley, I know you bloody Gryffindors think that us Slytherins are horrible people but we most definitely are not snitches," Scorpius stated matter-of-factly. I almost had the inclination to feel sheepish but instead opted to arch a brow inquisitively.
"To think I always thought you lot would be the first to stab another in a back. You're right, Slytherins are secretly warmer and more fuzzy than any Hufflepuff. I mean, you would know best." Scorpius just shook his head, smiling slightly before kicking back from his desk.
"As you've now experienced for yourself, us Slytherins and me especially, are anything but placid," Scorpius nearly hissed, mouth spreading into a suggestive smirk as his eyes danced dangerously. Cursing to myself at the fact he brought up the one topic I was trying to avoid, I tried to keep a cool appearance and opted to just shrug in response.
My blasé reaction must have grated at him as he soon pushed back from his desk and perched himself on the edge of my desk. Dutifully ignoring him and continuing to write my lines, I recognized the typical Malfoy impatience when he snatched my quill from my hands.
"Hey," I cried out indignantely, earning a snort from him in response to my childishness. "Give it back, Malfoy." Instead of listening he simply cocked his head to the side and nibbled on the upper end of the feather.
"Why should I?" he asked, question not sounding childish but merely inquisitive with the underlying 'what's in it for me?' Scowling, I went to grab it back but it disappeared from his hand. My confusion must have been written on my face as he smiled down at me from his perch.
"Silent casting, Weasley. Don't look like you've just seen a dementor," he laughed, tweaking my nose with his wand. Genuinely riled at this point I pushed away from my desk and stood up, barricading him in with my arms against the desk next to his thighs. His gray eyes were centimeters from my own and our breath mixed smoothly. The bubbling feeling of attraction threatened me as it did the day before and as his eyes taunted me silently, I closed the distance between us.
Our kiss was just as competitive as before but the urgency seemed to die down. As our tongues battled, I found that his hands were lazily coming up to play with the tips of my hair and tracing my collar bone while my own had each grabbed his outer thigh and lower back. As the kiss deepened I used my grip to pull him in closer to me, careful not to let our bodies touch but simply use the body heat to fuel our passion.
Despite his position, Scorpius did not relent in his fight for dominance and while my tongue seemed to tire and slow as time passed, his own was still nimble for the fight. Despite my coming fatigue, I didn't let him on to it and continued the battle of wills. Only when we parted did I comprehend he tasted sweet like a mixture of berries and mint. He seemed to be basking in a similar daze so I made no more to pull away.
Observing his face, I mused over how when we were in the act it was more on feeling and both of our need for dominance but afterwards I could be awed by his technique and the essence that was truly him. Not wanting to be caught vulnerable, I drew away. Malfoy made a throaty noise as we disconnected but he soon jumped down from my desk. Casting another spell at his parchment, one I was sure that filled it with the repeated lesson, he cast one quick glance at me as he hauled his bag over his shoulder.
"I believe that answers your parting question from yesterday, Weasley. I expect you to live up to your reputation."