Chapter Two

Scorpious Malfoy&Secrets

Scorpious Malfoy:

The train ride was unbelieveably slow. Scorpious couldn't wait to be back at Hogwarts, to explore the grounds, to read as many muggle books as he liked, and to get to know Rose Weasley more. Scorpious always thought she was pretty, he still did in fact, but the real reason why he wanted to be her friend was because, well, she was different. The way she acted, like how she kept on blushing and stuttering yesterday in Diagon Alley when he had helped her up from when Draco knocked her over. Scorpious still didn't forgive his father for that. It was so damn adorable that Scorpious had to keep from giving her a bear hug. Some would say this behavior was odd, for a Malfoy, expecially Scorpious, getting the taunts of having a deatheater for a father and such. But, Scorpious longed for a friend that he could tell his problems too, and a friend that owuld understand and not judge him, or be afraid of him.

Scorpious didn't even want to think about why his family shut him out of their lives. They put up with him in the summer holidays, but that was it, and when they put up with him in the summer holidays, they kept on taunting him about being a dog and such. They knew what Scorpious was, and they thought he was filth because of it. Not that he blamed them, he wasn't too happy about it himself. In fact, he hated it. Nothing worked though, since there was no cure.

He ran a hand through his messy, dirty blond hair, and looked into the mirror of the boys bathroom. Yes, that train ride was very slow. He couldn't wait to see Rose's green eyes again, but he didn't get the chance to talk to her. Something he was going to change, very soon. He would talk to her every chance he got now, just because he wanted a friend. Not just that, he wanted Rose as a friend. He didn't know why, he just needed her to be his friend.

He stared at himself in disgust. No, Rose couldn't be his friend. No one could. The second anyone found out about the real Scorpious Malfoy, they would run away screaming. He stared at his grey eyes, at his pupils, they way that when he was angry, like he was now, they would change slightly. Just slightly, not that most would notice. He hated the way his teeth looked like fangs sometimes, if he smiled too much. He hated his muscles, beccause he knew for a fact that Quidditch wasn't the only way he got them. He hated himself, everything about him. Because of him, he had no family that loved him, no friends.

Scorpious growled, a real fierce growl and punched the glass mirror. Shards of glass went flying in every directionn, and Scorpious felt a stinging pain in his hand. He looked down to see several shards of glass in his fist. He pulled the pieces out, one by one, ignoring the pain, and then he got his wand, and did a quick spell to heal his fist. Then he repaired the mirror, and walked out the door quickly. He walked very fast down the hallway, and into the Slytherin Common room, where, sitting on one of the couches was a very beautiful girl. She looked like she was a fifth year, like Scorpious, with very long, wavy golden blond hair and electric blue eyes. She was very pale, with a heart shaped face. From the looks of her legs, she was very tall, probably almost nearly as tall as Scorpious. He looked at her, and she smiled at him.

The girl stood up, and walked over to Scorpious. She stopped in front of him, and smiled again. "Hello." She said in a strange accent that Scorpious didn't regocnize. It was a mixture of American, English, and… Irish? Yet, despite this strange accent, she spoke perfectly. "I'm Kianna O'Claire." She looked him up and down, and she smiled again. "And you must be the famous Scorpious Malfoy, son of Draco Malfoy, the deatheater."

Scorpious instantly knew who this girl was. The O'Claires were a very rich and powerful pure blooded wizarding family. Long ago, when his parents actually treated him like their son, Scorpious overheard his mother and father talking about arranging Kianna, who Scorpious had only seen once, and him to get married when they were seventeen. To Scorpious, at the time he not only hated girls, but hated Kianna. He still did, in fact. But, he had only seen her once, a very long time ago. And had only three words with her.

"Hello, Kianna. I haven't seen you in a very long time. How come you've never spoken to me? We are after all in the same year. I thought your parents had moved to Australia or somewhere like it." Scorpious said, keeping his fake smile on his face. He didn't want to deal with selfish bitches like Kianna right now, not when he was already angry at himself. But then, he was always angry with himself, always.

Kianna looked at his fist, at the faint pink lines where the glass had stabbed his hand. "So, you were the one who made all that racket. Whats wrong?" She asked him quietly. She looked up at him with concerned eyes, but also something else, an emotion Scorpious couldn't name. She looked down at his hand, still clenched into a fist, and grabbed it. "You can tell me." She whispered quietly.

Scorpious suddenly felt himself wanting to tell her. He wanted to tell her everything, and beg her not to run away. He stared into those beautiful blue eyes, and he felt himself leaning in closer, and closer, until their lips were only an inch apart…

Scorpious snapped out of it. He jumped back like she had slapped him, and he stared at her in disbelief. What had just happened? He had almost kissed her? He looked at her again, and nearly ran back to his room, and laid in bed all night, thinking.

Scorpious went straight to class, which was potions, when he looked at the clock and saw the time. He hadn't slept at all last night, but he had grown accustomed to this. Staying up all night was what he did most of the time. Proffessor Slughorn looked up at the sound of the door opening, and he too looked at the time. "Well, dear boy its very early! Are you sure you don't want to be back in bed like everyone else?" Slughorn asked Scorpious. Scorpious shook his head.

"No sir, I'd just rather get started on the assignment that you were going to give us today, and then maybe I can do my homework in class." Scorpious told him. Slughorn nodded, and began telling him what they were going ot do. Scorpious went straight to work, and went to the student store, now and then slipping ingredients from it that he was going to need very soon, if he was right. Once in awhile, when Slughorn wasn't looking, he went into Slughorns ingrediant's storage place, because some things he needed he didn't find in the student storage.

He was almost doen with it by the time people began showing up. Scorpious was quite surprised when he heard someone sit next to him, and he looked over at the person. The person was Rose Weasley, and he could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't supposed to be sitting next to him. In fact, he was pretty sure that Albus was going to be very mad when he saw that his potions partner joined Scorpious instead. He smiled at Rose, and said, "Hello there sunshine. Beautiful morning, isn't it?" He laughed.

Rose kinda glared at him. She wasn't a morning person. "Why, why, why are you so cheerful? Did you even sleep?" She looked at him, and then she blushed and looked away. What was that all about? Scorpious shrugged it off, and he grinned.

"No, not a wink of sleep. I wasn't tired, and I was just so thrilled to see you today, in the morning. Although, I can tell you don't like mornings." Scorpious smiled at her, and went back to his potion. When he looked back at her, she was surprised. But she wasn't looking at him, she was looking at his cauldron.

"You… you came in early?" She stuttered slightly. Then, she had a look of defeat. "I give up, Scorpious Malfoy. You defeated me at Potions. Now please help me." She looked up at him with the most aodrable puppy dog eyes Scorpious had ever seen.

He chuckled slightly and said, "It would be my pleasure Ms. Weasley." So, that was how the day began.

Throughout the day, Scorpious talked to Rose on their way to classes, and at lunch, and after school in the library. That was when their friendhsip was formed, and over the days Scorpious tutored Rose in Potions, and Rose tutored Scorpious in History of Magic.

"History of Magic is bloody horrible. It needs to burn in hell." Said Scorpious in one of these sessions, growling slightly and scartching out something on his parchment. He looked over to see Rose trying not to laugh.

"Its not interesting to you, so you don't pay attention. But History of Magic is very interesting, once you actually listen. " Rose said to him. "No, the Goblin Wars didn't happen then." She said, the corners of her mouth lifting up.

Scorpious shook his head and edited the date, and that was when the Headmistress came in. "Mr. Malfoy. Ms. Weasley, the teachers and I need to have an urgent meeting, would you mind doing your homework elsewhere?"

"Not at all Professor." Said Rose, and they packed up their things and left. Scorpious though, he stayed behind and sat at the door, listening.

"That Malfoy boy, you said that he's a we-" Began one voice, one of the school board Scorpious thought. The voice was cut off immediately by Professoer Mcgonagall.

"Shhh! Yes, he is. And he's been like this for the past seven years of his life. He's been perfectly fine here at Hogwarts, and the only people who knoew are you, and me. And he wants it to stay that way. We give him the ingrediants to make the potion, he takes it, and he goes to the Shrieking Shack. Its almost exactly like when Remus Lupin was here. He will be fine."

That was the last thing Scorpious heard before the world went dark.