Blimey I had fun writing this! Part three of my Scorminique fiction; ignore the fact it says it's complete, it won't change. I'll let you know when it's over at the end!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Characters
The common room always seemed quiet whenever Dominique was alone; mainly because it was her, Albus and Scorpius that livened the place up. Sometimes she even felt alone being there even with Albus alongside her, as the rest of her family were Gryffindor, save for her sister, Victoire, who was a Ravenclaw and youngest cousin, Lucy, who was a Hufflepuff. Course she wasn't entirely alone at this point, there was a group of 3rd years working on divination in the corner; two 1st years floating a bottle of pumpkin juice around the room – clearly just learning Wingardium Leviosa in Charms – and three annoying 7th years eyeing her up. Of course she played along, giving them the slight wink and a bite of the lip; of course nothing would come of it, she just loved to work that Veela Charm she inherited.
Eventually she gave up on the whole 'sitting around and waiting' thing and took a stroll down to the kitchens. She wasn't expecting anyone to be down there, but wasn't too surprised to find cousin Albus digging into a tub of mint ice cream.
"Morning to you too, sunshine," she laughed as he turned around; clearly having just woken up with his bed head. "You do realise it's four in the afternoon right? What did you do last night?"
"Went out with Har; muggle beer is great but the next day you get these major headaches and stomach pains, ice cream cures that," he muttered through a mouthful.
"Yeah, that's called a 'Hangover', how come you went out anyway?" she was now sat across from him, pulling the lid off of a strawberry ice cream tub.
"Celebrating. I finally asked Holly out before," Albus said with a grin, followed by a single cheer from Dom. Holly had been Albus' crush for almost two years, but he'd never actually worked up the courage to ask her; he's Slytherin for a reason, because he's too much of a pussy to be in Gryffindor, well that's what Dom says anyway.
"What about you, what brings you down to the kitchens on this lovely afternoon? I'd half expected you to be sunbathing with the weather we've got," he asks. He's right though; she'd usually be out in the sun since they'd had four days of 23C temperature, meaning it was like living in Spain right now.
"Oh you know, just thinking about a few things. Have you seen Scorp around?" she mutters, trying to keep any excitement in her words minimal, not expecting his answer to be very interesting, more like Scorpius just catching up on homework or something.
"He's with Rose, on a date. Took her to some fancy restaurant in Rome, since they both have their apparition licenses he thought it would be a nice treat for her," he explained. She stared at him in shock; surely he was mistaken.
"But Scorpius broke up with Rose, he told me himself," she shot back, aggression rising in her voice.
"No, I watched them leave; waved them off as they apparated. Why would he break up with her; last week he was saying about how he was 'planning on spending the rest of his life with a Weasley' and stuff. Dom, I think you've got too much sugar dust in your ears," he laughed at her, clearly not noticing the twitch in her eye. How could he lie to her, flat out lie to her about breaking up with Rose? About so called loving her and not Rose; she couldn't form words she was so in shock. Albus eventually noticed she was staring straight at him and muttered slightly.
"Dom, I know you like him, but Scorp is in love with Rose; you need to let this little school girl crush go," he sighed, putting the lid back on his ice cream tub and heading back to the freezer; she wasn't there when he came back out.
She couldn't think straight; she didn't even know where she was going, all she knew is that she wanted to scream, rip Scorpius' head off – or perhaps his penis – and stick it in a blender. He'd blatantly lied to her face, told her that he loved her; when all he loved was the sex she'd provide just because Rose wouldn't! Not anymore; tonight when he got back to the castle, when he expected her to be curled up in his bed, there will be something curled up in his bed but it won't be her. Let's see how Scorpius Malfoy likes snakes – charmed snakes actually – in his bed when he walks in. After all, he was a Slytherin; surely he'd be used to snakes by now. She smirked slightly and made her way back to the common room, where she eventually came up with Scorpius' biggest phobia. He hated Puppets; she could work with that. Charming his bed so nothing could be removed from it - or fall off the sides - she conjured up three long snakes, one hundred and fifty tarantulas and a life like puppet underneath it all. Next she found a photograph; one of them together, lying in bed, flushed – clearly they had just had sex – where he was kissing her on the cheek and smiling. Dropping the moving image onto the array of snakes and spiders, she watched as the puppet slowly began to be bit into by the snakes. She was proud of her work; since she was known for tricking people and he'd soon learn not to piss of Dominique Weasley. He should know this anyway, but since he'd succeeded, clearly he needed a reminder.
"Goodbye Scorpius," is all she muttered as she left the room.
Scorpius was still trying to think up a solution to the problem he'd created for himself. Why did he say he'd broken up with Rose; yes he wants to be with Dominique, but he didn't need to lie about this. Now he had to come up with a way to break it off with Rose before word got out from Dom about their little conversation this afternoon. The common room was strangely empty for seven o'clock, until he realised that it was the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, so most of the school was down at the pitch. He couldn't be bothered to complete this morning's homework so decided it was a good time for an early night; well as early as you can get when you're screwing a pretty little blonde all night. Chuckling to himself at the thought of another amazing night with Dom, he pushed open his dorm door; noticed the curve in the bed sheets, (thanks to the perfect positioning of the life like puppet), he made his way to the bed – not paying any attention – got undressed to his boxers and climbed into his bed, wrapping his arms around what he thought to be Dom.
She heard it. His screams of terror; the fear in his shouts for help. She smiled to herself, standing up casually and brushing herself off. She'd slipped into something more comfortable; meaning short pj shorts and a low cut vest top. She slipped on her converse and headed for the boys dorms; there was already a crowd gathering outside the door to the 7th years room and she pushed her way through, with a few smiles and a few snarls along the way; she wanted to capture every minute of this moment. Just as she suspected he was unable to move out of bed; snakes were biting at his skin – they weren't poisonous; she's not that evil – and the spiders were crawling up his chest and face; as for the puppet, she'd learnt an attachment spell in the first week back, and it was now magically attached to his stomach, since he'd clearly cuddled up to it. He noticed her standing there and pleaded for her help; but then catching the smirk on her face he stopped and challenged her eyes from a distance. She knew, course she knew, and this was her doing. His heart dropped, he knew better than to play on the heartstrings of Dominique Weasley – more commonly known around school as the Ice Queen of Slytherin – but he'd done it anyway.
"Dom, I can explain-," he tried to say, but was cut off by a spider attempting to crawl into his mouth.
"Explain what? How you lied about breaking up with Rose? How you told me you loved me? Or explain how I'm just a pair of knickers on the floor to you?" The crowd behind stared in astonishment; they'd had their suspicions about their affair but didn't think it was true.
"Dom, please! Just listen to me; I regret-," he started but was cut off by Dominique this time.
"What ever happened to 'no regrets', Scorpius? Or was that just a part of your big game to get me into bed so you could screw me over?" she screamed across the room at him, ignoring his silent pleas for release from the charmed puppet and bed. He stared at her, trying to show her how much he was sorry just with his eyes; she wasn't having it. She laughed, lifted the charms, causing the snakes and spiders to pour off the sides of the beds heading towards the crowd which she'd now made her way back through and was nearly back at her dorm; she heard him shouting her, but the shouts were muffled. He was probably being questioned by the mob of 2nd and 3rd years wanting to know the gossip. She turned the corner which led to the girls dorms stairs and slammed into a firm muscular chest. Looking up she met the brown eyes of Matt Flint, her ex crush and ex-boyfriend.
So it's getting interesting! Hope you enjoyed part three; part four soon (:
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