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A Potter and a Weasely were two phenomenally different things. While one was indeed technically half weasel, it did not in fact make the two similar in anyway. Well yes they both enjoyed food too much and snorted a little while they slept, but apart from that their characteristics diverged. A Potter was more likely found bragging about a recently collected Chocolate Frog Card (usually one of Dumbledore) and rarely ever spent time in the library reading, or in the common room doing his homework. Potters liked to roam about freely and nonchalantly, finding trouble wherever they went by either causing it themselves or blinding running in face first. Albus was a prime example of Potter behaviour. While he played fair attention in class and managed to scrape by, he never put any effort into his homework and was almost always wandering the school grounds in search of secret passage ways and rooms his uncle George had told him about. These adventures more often than not resulted in him ending up in either McGonagall's office or Madame Pomfrey's room.

A Weasely, on the other hand, was louder and redder; always fighting for first place even in something menial such as lacing their boots. A Weasely never turned down a dare and always, always won prank wars and never ever came second for anything. Or so they said. Rose never failed in tripping Albus down the moving stairs in Hogwarts and always remembered to remind everyone about her fight with Teddy Lupin.

And how did Scorpius know all this?

Interestingly enough, the two hadn't left him come January the next year and he found himself facing the brunt of his first school term with two friends by his side. Of course Albus was no educational help and Rose was about as useful as a dictionary with no real order, but the simple fact that he even had friends still never failed to amaze Scorpius Malfoy.

What didn't amaze him was Rose's fight with Teddy Lupin, however.

'What do you mean it's not worth bragging about?!' Rose cried indignantly, crossing her arms and puffing out her chest.

It was late March and Scorpius was busy studying for his exams in June. He wasn't particularly flustered about them, but he wanted to write home with happy results. Mother would be worried. He didn't even want to think about his Father.

'Hush, Rose,' he chided, eyeing the snoring librarian. 'Teddy Lupin isn't a challenge is all I'm saying!'

'And how would you know?' Rose asked, cocking a brow.

'He's my cousin, weasel. Don't you know anything?'

Albus snorted in his sleep and slumped further into his chair. So much for catching up on his homework, Scorpius sighed, pulling the other boy's work towards himself.

'Don't do Alby's work for him!' Rose snapped softly, slapping at the pale bond's hand.

'Why ever not?'

'Coz aunt Gin won't like it if he fails his tests. She's coming off the Quidditch tour for the hols.'

'It's just this once.'

'Scorpius,' Rose warned.

The Slytherin grinned inwardly. Had he mentioned that Weaselys reddened rather spectacularly? Well they did. Rose's nose had already turned a tomato red and the blush was now running across her cheeks and onto her ears. She looked downright furious.

'Scor!' she seethed, watching him smirk.

'Oh stop preaching, weasel. It's not like you did your work; you copied off Patil again, I suspect,' Scorpius shot back teasingly, scratching the final requirement into his potions homework.

'I'll have you know that I've done all my homework for the month,' Rose sniffed, averting her eyes and turning up her nose for full effect. 'And I did it all by myself.'

Scorpius nearly choked on his own lungs.

'Don't act like an arse, Malfoy,' Rose said, reddening further.

She punched him in the arm viciously and scowled. 'I asked mom for help so she sent a few textbooks by post and I read up on stuff. That's all. Doesn't mean I'm a nerd.'

'If you say so, weasel.'

'Don't call me that!'

'Fine. How about 'radish'?'

'A vegetable?!'

'You're right, Your Highness. What was I thinking?'

'Scor! Quit it!'

'Quit what, Princess?'

'I'm warning you, you twit!'

' And I'm listening, Sugar Queen.'

'You're a right git, you know that right?'

'Anything for you, Little Red.'

She smacked him so hard his forearm stayed purple for a week.


Scorpius didn't understand girls. Of course he got along well with his mother but she was a woman and he was sure there was a distinction there. His friend Rose didn't count either, so whenever he was faced with a situation relating to the other gender, Scorpius would most likely screw it over.

One day in May, when spring pranced about the school gardens in full force, tossing cherry blossoms and honey bees everywhere, Scorpius found himself being led to Defense Against the Dark Arts by an aggrieved Albus Potter.

'What did she mean by 'later'?!' Albus demanded, dragging his fellow Slytherin along by the lapels of his school uniform.

'I honestly don't know, Alby,' Scorpius protested for the nth time that day.

'But she said it so... enthusiastically!' the younger boy whined.

'Maybe she wanted you to leave her alone?' Scorpios suggested with a wry grin.

They stumbled to an abrupt halt; the taller boy nearly toppling over his shorter friend.

'Oi Potter- how about a fair warning next time?' Scorpius groaned, running a hand through his hair in irritation.

'Do you really think so?' Albus demanded quietly.

Scorpius couldn't even remember what he'd said.

'No mate, I was just messing with you. Course she wants to see you later. Now get yourself back together before she sees the soppy mess you've become.'

Albus brightened up immediately and stood a little straighter.

Scorpius eyed the boy's disheveled hair and his crumpled uniform and sighed. There was no changing a Potter. What this woman saw in him, Scorpius did not know. Speaking of which...

'Err, Potter?' he asked tentatively, straightening his tie. 'Who're we talking of exactly?'

Albus grimaced. 'I should've known you weren't paying any attention for the past HOUR! Anila Patil, who else?'

'Anila?!' a feminine voice said in shock. 'But what about me?'

'Sod off, Rose,' Albus said, noncommittally.

'What no!' the Weasely protested. 'I want to hear about Anila!'

'What about Anila?' another voice asked suspiciously.

'Oh great Alice, now the boys will never tell me!' Rose groaned.

'Rightly observed, Little Red,' Scorpius smirked teasingly, even though he had no idea what had to be said about the Patil girl.

Alice Longbottom giggled.

Scorpius sidled away while the two girls actively assaulted his best friend for information on the girl he fancied. Malfoys didn't gossip, he remembered. Fiddling with his hair while he waited, Scorpius began to notice that it was in need of a trim. The ends of his fringe were making their way down his forehead. Not good. He was tugging at the strands of platinum hair tickling the back of his neck when Alice bounded up to him.

'Spill the beans, Malfoy,' she demanded cheerfully.

'Slytherins don't spill anything,' he said automatically.

Alice laughed; a trill sound, like bells.

She was a petite little twelve year old with brown locks that curled loosely at the ends around her shoulders. She was a few inches taller than Rose and had bright blue eyes that sparkled like the loch during the sunniest time of the day. Or so Albus seemed to think. Scorpius didn't look a person in the eye to admire them- the only reason he'd ever make eye contact was to be intimidating or to see if the other person was lying.

'Fine then,' Alice acquiesced, before skipping off to her lessons.

Rose watched her go.

'What did you say, Malfoy?' the redhead asked immediately once Longbottom was out of earshot.

Scorpius glared at her. 'Why is it that you always think I've done something wrong?! I didn't say anything terrible, weasel. Calm your freckle face.'

'Hold up, Scor,' Rose snorted. 'I only asked.'

'Yeah well, sod off,' Scorpius grumbled, catching up with Albus who was strutting off to the dungeons where DADA was held.

'You know why she's acting all weird, right?' Rose asked snidely, elbowing his side.

Scorpius couldn't wait to hit a growth spurt so he could keep Rose in a headlock better. She was too violent for her own good. 'No why?' he asked in disinterest, weaving through the benches in search of a seat.

Rose crashed into a table and threw her things ungracefully onto the chair. 'She fancies you,' she said shortly, before sliding into her seat and opening her books.

Scorpius couldn't understand how she remained so calm. He was so damn near to puking that if Alice had somehow walked into class he would've lost his breakfast across the whole room.


Quidditch season was up and running before Scorpius could even register it and soon houses were holding their tryouts for places in the team. Rose talked about it nonstop and even claimed to have had a dream in which she'd caught the snitch and saved the day. She was a 1000% sure she was going to get into the team and beat her uncle at being the youngest first year on the Quidditch team.

'How does catching the snitch save anyone?' Scorpius asked skeptically as they bustled along with the crowd heading for the Quidditch pitch.

Rose grew red. 'It was a dream, Scor! Leave off it!'

Albus cackled behind them.

The summer breeze hit Scorpius full in the face once they scattered across the pitch and he felt his blood pump a little faster. This was where he belonged. On the field. Flying. With the wind in his hair and a broom between his legs.

He felt his face flush with heat. Even that sounded wrong to a twelve year old.

'Why'd you look like a lobster crab?' Albus asked in mild concern, peering at his grey eyed friend.

'You ALWAYS look like a lobster crab,' Scorpius snapped hotly, watching the house teams make their way onto the pitch in their uniforms.

'Yeah but that's cause we're not all deathly pale as you,' Albus brushed off the insult easily. 'Oh look its Hayes and Urie!'

And so it was. The Slytherin Quidditch captain and the Head Boy towered over the midget sized students lined up to try out for the team. They looked almost godlike to Scorpius, who cowered off to a side in reverence. Brendan Hayes was a strapping six foot tall seventeen year old with strange gold eyes and dark brown hair. He was a legend out on the field and in the Common Room gossip sessions and for some reason all the girls in Scorpius' year couldn't stop giggling whenever he was mentioned in passing. Weird.

Alistair Urie wasn't all that scary for a Head Boy, despite what he rumor mill ground out. He had a few more inches on Hayes in height, and rich chocolate skin that glowed in the summer sun. Scorpius felt as if he shouldn't have been observing them this closely but, Merlin, who needed gods when your favorite Quidditch stars were around?

Scorpius would worship the very grass that brushed the soles of their boots.

'A'ight,' Hayes mumbled in a deep, lilting tone. 'Get yer brooms out of the closet and we'll see which one of y'all win this thing.'

'What's even there to win?' Urie questioned flatly, as he watched the younger students scramble for their brooms.

Scorpius and Albus ran into each other in their haste.

'Wait till I kick your butt, Malfoy!' Albus whooped, charging across the field.

'Alby?' a voice asked roughly.

The Potter froze.

'James, hey,' he said shakily, turning around to face his older brother.

The taller Gryffindor stood stiffly, looking at his sibling in askance, looking a bit crumpled in his Quidditch uniform.

'Playing for the other team, eh?' he asked gruffly, running a hand through his shaggy black hair as if he still couldn't come to terms with the fact that he was related to a Slytherin.

Albus nodded weakly.

Scorpius felt that this was probably the first time anyone in his family had spoken to him since the Sorting. Albus must be weak in the knees. If only Scorpius could just slink away all would be well…

'I guess I'll leave you and your friend to it- heyy,' James paused, squinting as he scrutinized the bond standing awkwardly beside his brother.

'You're the Malfoy brat!'

Great. There was no escaping this.

'Alby if he's bothering you just tell me and I'll punch his lights out,' the older Potter growled, clenching his fists.

Scorpius glanced wildly at Albus, telepathically urging his friend to save him.

Malfoys were telepathic weren't they? They had to be.

'You don't have to hide anything, Albus. Everyone knows he's an arse.'

'James,' Albus protested suddenly, finally having found his voice.

'You touch my brother, you little shit and I'll show you how Unforgiveable a curse can be!' James spat in disgust, looking ready to off Scorpius' head.

'Stop it!' Albus interrupted. 'Stop threatening him!'

'He's a Malfoy, Alby!' James argued. 'Don't defend him like that! He's scum and you know it.'

Scorpius felt as if he'd been stabbed.

Albus made a choking sound and gasped for air. 'You can't just say that, James!'

'Well I just did,' the older Potter snapped. 'You know what the Malfoys did, Albus now stop being hard to handle and just leave the Slytherin alone!'

'I am a Slytherin, don't you get it?!' Albus shrieked, looking close to tears.

A small crowd of red haired Gryffindors, all clad in Quidditch uniforms encircled the three of them, glaring daggers at the pale blond. Scorpius could almost make out Rose's figure in the melee. He felt like retching again.

'I belong in Slytherin and that makes me one of them and that also makes them my family- and you can't say that about my family!'

'We are you family, Albus Severus Potter!' James cried out in equal outrage. 'Not this stupid Malfoy!'

'I'm even named after a Slytherin, you dimwit! And this stupid Malfoy is my best friend!'

Oh god the crowd was getting bigger. The silence that filled the sudden lull in the argument crushed the air out of Scorpius' lungs.

His father was right. This had been a terrible idea. He should never, ever have made any friends. Especially not with the Potters and Weasleys. He took a shaky breath as he observed the death glares he was receiving from every child of the Golden Trio. This was all too much.

He should've stayed alone.

Somewhere in the background, Hayes was calling for the juniors to gather round.

Turning on his heel in one swift move, Scorpius fled the field, running so fast that the wind in his hair and robes made him feel like he was flying. And that made everything a little better.


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