Chapter 2
The following day, Saturday, after dinner, Scorpius met Louis at the library. The blonde Gryffindor looked up upon Scorpius' arrival, sending him a death glare.
"Who do you think you are? Do you even care about me? I'm stupid Albus' cousin and your very best friend yet you seem to think absolutely nothing of me! I thought we were best friends!" Louis huffed, attracting the attention of the nearby students.
Scorpius rolled his eyes. Louis was part veela and they were known to overreact about the most ridiculous things.
"Louis, we are friends. I do care for you as a friend. And I do appreciate you," Scorpius replied in a defeated sort of tone. If he'd learned anything in the six years of being at school with Louis and going to numerous dinners with his family, it was that it was wisest not to put up a fight.
"Best friends?" Louis questioned in a judging tone, his blue eyes staring at Scorpius, as if challenging him to say otherwise.
"Yes, Louis. We're the best of mates," he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips as he realized how much he'd missed the other blonde's theatric banter.
Louis gave him a handsome smug smile, patting the seat beside him at the table. "Aw, I love you, too, Scorp," the eccentric Gryffindor insisted, hugging the taller Slytherin tightly.
Scorpius had even gotten accustomed to Louis' touchy-touchy ways of expressing himself, especially with Scorpius for the Slytherin was the only one to actually put up with it. Resulting with various rumors about the two blondes being an item.
"So, how've you been?" Louis asked curiously, turning to skim the copy of Witch Weekly he held, earning another eye roll from Scorpius. Why couldn't they ever skip the dramatics and land right in the middle of the normal half of their conversations?
"I've been fantastic, Louis. And you?" Scorpius answered politely.
The two blondes were absolute opposites, bewildering most as to how much they actually got along. Even Scorpius had no clue as to why the loud, obnoxious, dramatic, and gorgeous Gryffindor would appreciate him as much as he did.
For Louis was gorgeous, even a blind man could tell. His veela blood suited him well. Louis was complimented with nicely soft and creamy skin, silky, pale blonde hair that framed his handsome face beautifully. He had lovely, sapphire blue eyes that seemed to pop with the pale of his hair. The Gryffindor was tall and lean, standing a few inches short of Scorpius' impressive 6'4.
In truth, Louis resembled a woman with his beauty in some sense, though that didn't stop the entire female population of Hogwarts (many teachers included) to openly fawn over him. Even some males were caught watching the Gryffindor's movements with an appreciative glint in their eye.
"You've been fantastic? How could you possibly be happy when your romance life is complete shit," Louis reminded him, giving Scorpius a stern look. No matter what, Scorpius could always count on his good pal Louis to scold him over his love life, or lack thereof.
Scorpius sighed, barely noticing as Louis placed his long legs, crossed at his ankles, onto his lap, leaning against the bookshelf behind him. "Louis, we always discuss this. Now isn't the time-" he began, though was cut of with Louis' disapproving tsking.
"Scorpius, you are a hot teenaged boy with many women praying for you to spare a glance in their direction. If you're afraid of being in a relationship, which you shouldn't be, at least quit being a pussy and get rid of that V card," Louis drawled, in a perfect imitation of Scorpius' usual drawl.
Scorpius blushed madly, gulping silently under Louis' knowing stare. "What? It's not like you get any either!" the taller blonde retorted in an effort to save the little pride he had left. This always happened with Louis!
Louis' musical laugh only deepened Scorpius' blush, "Scorpius, love, do you actually believe that? I get plenty, though I think you might be right to a certain extent. I haven't had a good shag in a while," Louis' rant turned thoughtful at the last moment, causing Scorpius to fold his arms across his chest and pout much like a child.
"See, I'm not alone in this," Scorpius grumbled, again met with Louis' laughter that was now oddly soothing.
"Scorp, I'll get us both laid before the end of sixth year. I promise you that. Though, I like a challenge here and there and sixth year is awfully easy," Louis' spoke mischievously, giving Scorpius a sort of hungry stare.
"I don't see how I can help there," the Slytherin replied, placing his hands on Louis crossed ankles. Causing some of the nearby students to stare and whisper to their neighbor. Scorpius didn't much care about silly rumors, though.
Louis pursed his full lips in thought, his sapphire eyes watching Scorpius like the predatory lion he was. Suddenly Louis' face smoothened out, a hard look in those eyes.
"Don't worry, Malfoy," he stated quietly, in a deathly calm tone. Uh oh, not good, Scorpius thought.
"I'll think of a challenge soon enough. And when it comes, I know you won't be able to refuse," Louis promised in the same tone, and Scorpius realized why Louis seemed so frustrated.
Scorpius knew fully well that when Louis wanted something, the blonde would do just about anything to get it, and in this case Louis wanted to be challenged. Knowing his other best friend too well, Scorpius knew Louis would get just that.
Two hours later, after finishing the weekend's homework, Louis receiving much help on his Potions, the two walked out of the library. It being Saturday, curfew went later than usual, so the two simply began walking towards the kitchens, in hope of a decent snack.
"Flint is leaving this year, have you gotten lucky with him yet?" Scorpius asked Louis casually as they walked the familiar path.
Scorpius had known of Louis' sexual preference for about ever. In fact, he had been the first person Louis had confined in with his proud secret, since the two had always gotten along perfectly fine.
Louis scowled slightly, "No, that arsehole is the only one actually immune to my gift of gorgeousness. And you," he replied grumpily.
Scorpius also knew that Louis had had a particular eye on the older Slytherin Quidditch player since the beginning of the school year, despite the fact Scorpius and Louis hadn't spoke in a while.
"He's just so…yummy with his macho charisma and perfect arse. Don't you agree, Scorp?" Louis asked dreamily. Scorpius shrugged in reply. He had noticed that Flint was easy on the eyes, yet he'd never paid the older man much thought.
At the nonchalant shrug, Louis turned his direct attention to Scorpius. "Scorp, who's the last girl you've crushed on?" he asked, seeming deeply interested.
Slightly confused with the different route of the conversation, Scorpius furrowed his eyebrows. "Well…let's see," he murmured, deep in thought. He searched through his consciousness; attempting to find a pretty face he'd actually felt something for, though he basically came up with nothing.
"Well, in first and second year, I remember thinking your sister was pretty," Scorpius replied lamely.
Louis scoffed, "Everyone thinks she's pretty, she's part veela," was his obvious reply, waving a dismissing hand in the air.
Louis now seemed in deep thought, seeming to process things that Scorpius desperately wanted to know of.
What the Slytherin did know was that if he so much as tried Legilimency on Louis, said lion would murder him, possibly rape his dead corpse, and stuff the dead boy into a package and mail it to Albus.
"So, you don't remember any of the girls you've crushed on?" Louis asked after numerous moments of thoughts. Scorpius noted they were almost to the portrait of the giggling pear before answering.
"Nope," he answered somewhat obliviously.
Louis gave a very Slytherin-like smirk that Scorpius tried to ignore. "Good to know," Louis muttered, walking slightly ahead. Leaving Scorpius wondering if he'd imagined it or not.
Louis will be a large part of the story from this point on. Please let me know what you think about his character!