Okay, I just found out that I got like 200 or so hits and only 5 reviews. (?????) Aw come on! Culture Shock isn't that bad, I hope. I mean, at least it has good presentation. And okay, I guess it may be misspelled in some parts were I forgot to fully erase everything and some other errors. But at least its double spaced, right? Well Please guys! Review for Scorpius, if you cant do it for me. But to those who did review. (!!!) THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Those reviews got me through a really horrible math class.

You know the usual, blah blah blah disclaimer, blah blah not mine. I'm going to have my exams soon. so e last this might be the last chapter I'll post in a while. Maybe, I'm not sure. Hope you like this one. I dont want to say anything or I might ruin the story.

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"Who was that?" Lyra asked me as I finally rejoined them. I opened my mouth to answer her, when I was interrupted, again. For what, the third time today? Seriously, will I ever get to answer people for the first time?

"Yes, good question. Who were you talking to, Scorpius?' My dear old Daddy, asked me suspiciously, his eyes peered at me through slits.

"Geesh, no need to scrutinize me. I'll answer you, Alright?" I say out loud, shrugging my shoulders uncomfortably. My dad knows exactly how to get to me, with his calculating, creepy, silver eyes. And yeah, I know it's bad to call your Dad creepy. But at moments like these that is exactly what he is. Plus, it doesn't help that I hate being under the microscope like that.

"It was just some random passerbys, randomly asking me to get out of their random way. Okay? Randomly." I added. As if I didn't know that I already used random 3 times in a sentence.

After doing his usual not convinced 'uhuh'. He examined me once more before turning to mom.

We all kept on moving, towards God knows where, while my parents talked in low voices.

Suddenly Dad, stopped dead in his tracks. He halted so fast that it took my mom 3 paces to realize he wasn't walking along side her.

Oh and did I mention, that I was walking behind him, so that when he stopped I happened to slam right into him, practically headbutting him on the friggin shoulder. Oh I didn't? Well it hurt. Bad. The guy is a friggin skeleton. He had like no fat on his shoulders to cushion the blow. So yeah, ow.

Although, I'm going through my growing years, (the teachers in my school like to used these words because apparently we're too immature to not make a lewd comment when they say puberty. God I miss my friends.) my growth spurt begun last year. So unfortunately, I'm still until my Dad's ear.

Confused about how I didn't bump into the back of his head? I was slouching to get better access to the convo, of course.

"Scorp, are you alright?" Lyra asked me, as I rubbed the tip of my nose with the palm of my hand. "Yeah. I'm effin great, Ly." I muttered sourly, i said through my hand that was holding the outside of my nostrils, while I twitched my nose. I imagine I look like a total freak.

Either she didn't pick up on my sarcasm, or she chose not to. Because she nodded then broke into laughter. "You shoulda seen your face when you banged into Daddy. It was so funny."

I threw one of my glares in her general direction. I didn't say anything to her though, because I was concentrating on my dad.

"-is it that the day that I came back from being off the radar for 13 years. They show up! Out of all the days in the summer, why now?" My Dad hissed through clenched teeth. Not even stopping to say sorry for practically shoving my nose back into my cranium. I exaggerate, bite me.

"Draco, darling," My Mom said calmly. Ugh, old people and their words of sweet nothings. It makes me wanna puke. "Don't overreact. So Ginny was here with her son and daughter. It doesn't mean you have to make such a fuss about it. They'll come to get their children's school things, and so will we. That is all. We're not going to invite them over for supper, or anything."

My Dad nodded vaguely, as if he was half-listening and half-not. I know the feeling sometimes I tune out my mom too.

He sighed and nodded half-heartedly. Dad went about two paces when he stopped, this time as abruptly as the first. Luckily I was prepared and stepped quickly out of the way to avoid another painful (on my part. I'm sure.) collision. I would have done it smoothly too, if Lyra wasn't standing right next to me. So this time I crashed into her. Damn it! I have no mind to feet coordination at all.

After disentangling myself from Lyra's scratching and swearing (no more t.v for her.) I looked up at my Dad. And saw him with the expression of a deer caught in the headlights. I followed his gaze and saw that it was fixed on, for some queer reason, a bright purple pamphlet. It looked pretty awesome with big, bold letters flashing different colours. It wrote : COME ALL! COME ALL! TO WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES! Diagon Alley. The Headquarters of The World's Top Joke Shop.

Woah, this is so cool. The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is one of the shops that I visit almost regularly. I was a frequent buyer of their portable swamps and their poxy dropping soaps. I wonder if the founders of the WWW would sign my shirt. Or better yet a picture. Or a picture that they could sign!

"I'm going to need a drink." I heard Dad dazedly. Turning back to my Dad, I saw a green tinge to his normally vampire face before he turned around and marched back to the direction of the inn.

"Should I……." I asked my mom, who was faintly shaking her head with an almost sad smile on her face.

"No need, dear. He'll come around eventually. He's just having one of his nostalgic school moments."

My father is an odd man.

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"For the last time Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, will you just stop with your questions?" my mom finally told me after the billionth time that I asked her about this mysterious Ginny woman.

The name sounded familiar, but then again I do know a lot of Ginnys.

"Does she have kids my age? Are they in Hogwarth? Is that the name? I forget. Was she one of your friends from school? And what is up with Dad?" I rambled on at top speed, as my mom leafed through the magazines in a bookstore named Flourish and Blotts. "Is she here? Are we ever going to meet her family? I wouldn't mind if they were my age."

"Mo-om my ears are bleeding!" Lyra whined as she tugged on my mom's sleeve.

"Enough, you two." My mom scolded gently. She put the magazine back on the rack, and looked at me with an exasperated look on her face.

"That's it. I'm going to take Lyra out for an ice-cream." There's my mom for you. All calm and collected and level-headed.

Wait hold on a second.

"How come I cant come, mommy?" I asked, frowning. I pulled my lips (courtesy of miss Astoria Greengrass-Malfoy.) into a puppy dog pout. My eyes looked up to stare into my mom's eyes that were bottle blue at the moment.

"Because I need to get the ringing out of my ears dear." She commented, looking away from my irresistibly adorable face (it's my mom's weakness, which she had unfortunately confessed to me once.). She looked down, sighed then smiled. "Don't worry, we'll be back with a fudge sundae. Just don't blow anything up. " She gave me a pointed look.

No promises. "Sure, sure."

With that my mom kissed me on the cheek (I cringed, and wiped my cheek with the back of my hand.) "Mo-om." I bowed my head, and slouched my shoulders. "We're in public."

Which I got a slap on the back of my head. What a sweet tempered lady, my mom is. Then she took Ly's hand, kissed me one more time and exited the bookstore, the shop bell ringing in her wake.

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Okay I have a confession to make.

No I'm not gay to all those odd thinkers out there. Sorry guys, I'm as straight as an arrow.

Nothing like that. No. One of Scopius Hyperion Malfoy's (now you know it's something big when the guy uses his much hated middle name. And refers to himself as a third person…..Well that's more of a sign of an asteroid-sized ego, but whatever.)biggest confessions is that:

I actually like reading books.

Yeah, has hell frozen over. Cuz I think we got ourselves a reading Malfoy. Quite a shocker.

Well the thing is I'm a secret book lover. Emphasis on the secret.

Don't take it the wrong way though, I'm not a nerd in a closet or anything. I'm not ashamed of liking reading. It's just that I like reading books, but I'm not like some dork who retains everything I set my 4 eyes on.

I just like the feeling of forgetting everything, and still be sober. But sadly, I still do the opposite on almost regular basis, because very rarely I find a good wizard who can write a decent thriller novel.

Why not muggle writers? They ask. Well, you see I would love to expand my horizons, but my dearest daddy wont let me. And no, I don't always do what Dad tells me to, just this. It's stupid, he allows a dvd player but the second he sees me reading Anne Rice, he grabs my book and tells me to haul my butt off the couch and practically forces me to do manual labour. A.K.A: chores

I'm not reading too much into it, either. It took me 6 hours of the dumbest chores, (that included repainting a bench, which was by the way NOT OUR PROPERTY.) four aching limbs, about 13 breaks in which I asked dad for my book back, and 13 rejections for me to realize that the man only asked me to work when I had asked for my book back.

Add the irrational use of power over a minor, and the fact that he hates muggles makes Draco a petty, petty man.

Therefore it's not my fault that I don't have the deep passion for books and thirst for knowledge. I blame my dad. As do most other melodramatic teens do. I guess, you could call my love for books a guilty pleasure. Yes, I can assure you. I am not gay.

I walked around the bookstore, absentmindedly running my hand over the spines of books, looking for book 1 on my booklist. Glancing down at the piece of paper, and read The Standard book of Spells, Grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk. Nice name. Short, simple and easy to make fun of.

Loping over to the first bookshelf I could see, I rummaged around and found A History of Magic on the shelf just right in front of me. I must have missed it, while I was looking for the spells book. How very Lyra of me.

Snorting at myself (yeah, I do human stuff like that.) I was about to take the book out of the shelf. But the object of my attention, suddenly flew out of it's place. I noticed three things as I stared at the space where the book had been like seconds there before. One was that someone on the other side of the bookshelf must have grabbed it seconds before I did. Two was that the bookshelf must have some sort of spell on them, because the books didn't topple over the space, and block out the view of the opposite end of the bookshelf. (Then again, what should I expect? Wizard bookstore, on a wizard street, in a Wizard alley. Everything adds up now, thanks to my slow moving brain.) And the third thing I noticed was that I was staring into a pair of round, bright blue eyes that had a halo of wildly curly red-brown hair.

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hahaha! I'm leaving a cliffhanger, because I'm cruel like that. Wondering who the red-head is? If so, then how thick are you? okay then, now that that's done. ta-ta all! I'll get to working though. PLEASE, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! I NEED THE WILL TO GO ON!!! The Next chapters kinda funny. I'm having a fun time writing it.