Chapter Four: The wishful thinking one

'Oh, my God. I feel like I've just found out my favourite love song was written about a sandwich.-Jane, 27 dresses.'

Lucie had returned from the second Hogsmede visit of the term, after having a dull week of lessons she had decided that this time she would actually go to the beautiful town. She and Rose had spent their time eating lunch and visiting George Weasley in his joke shop, whilst Gwen had her first date of the year with a Ravenclaw in the year above. Although Lucie had decided to return to Hogwarts rather early in the afternoon, Rose had remained in Hogsmede with Jordy and Albus.

She found herself tickling the pear on the portrait that lead to the kitchens, and took a seat at the small rickety table near the back once it had opened for her. A small house elf with large tennis ball sized dark eyes skipped over to Lucie, asking what she wanted, when Lucie had ordered the elf had skipped away as fast as she had arrived. And even though Malfoy had thought she was being nosy in his life, she still felt drawn to get to know him better, and she blamed her father for it. If it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have spent two hours last Saturday wondering how she could get to know Scorpius better, especially since he hadn't annoyed her this week.

"Here you go, Miss," the small house elf squeaked, placing a tray of tea and biscuits onto the rickety table in front of Lucie.

"Thank you," Lucie grinned in reply, taking a sip of her tea.

The portrait once again swung open, this time revealing the boy who Lucie had felt had been ignoring her for the past week. His pale hair stuck to his head once again, clearly he had been in Hogsmede in the cold, icy rain.

"Mister Malfoy, what can Holly gets you?" the house elf squeaked at him, earning a small smile from Scorpius.

"Just a cup of coffee, Holly," he replied, still smiling at the small elf with wide eyes. He walked over to the table and jumped slightly when he noticed he wasn't alone. "Longbottom?" he said, shocked to see that she was here instead of Hogsmede where he had seen her earlier with the red headed Weasley.

"The very one," Lucie replied sarcastically, taking yet another sip of her steaming cup of tea.

"I thought you were in Hogsmede with the Weasley," Scorpius took a seat opposite her, just as Holly brought him his cup of steaming coffee.

"I was, and her name is Rose." Lucie corrected in a bored tone, arching her eyebrow and taking another sip of tea.

"Why aren't you still there?" Scorpius asked, also taking a sip of his beverage.

"Why do you care?" Lucie mimicked his questioning tone.

"I'm allowed to ask questions, it's not a sin," Scorpius snapped, his tone borderline defensive.

"I thought Malfoys didn't care about anyone other than themselves?" Lucie challenged, her voice more confident than she actually felt.

"Usually, but I'm a different form of Malfoy," Scorpius winked, causing Lucie to scoff at the pale haired boy.

"Funny, I thought all Malfoys were the same." Lucie shrugged.

"You said so yourself, I'm not my father or my surname," Scorpius grunts, "but I'd rather not get into that on a Sunday. I like Sundays, don't ruin them."

"I like Sundays too," Lucie blurted out, realising that her and Malfoy actually had one thing in common.

"Cool," Scorpius smiled slightly, sipping his coffee heartily.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," Scorpius replied wearily, casting Lucie a apprehensive look.

"Where are your little cronies, I always thought you couldn't be without them?" Lucie smirked, and Malfoy laughed at her. His perfectly straight, white teeth making an appearance.

"They're still at Hogsmede, Flint and Maisie had a date." He smirked in reply.

Jake Flint was Scorpius' best friend, well one of them, but the one he trusted the most. And Maisie was the only girl in his friendship group, although she didn't mind being the only girl surrounded by Slytherin boys. It made her feel protected.

"So I'm guessing that'll set the minds of the many girls who claim they're in love with you to rest," Lucie chuckled, "knowing that Flint and Maisie are together."

"A guy can hope," Scorpius said as he set his cup back onto the table with a small bump, standing up and once Lucie casts him a curious glance he adds, "I'm going to meet the two of them."

"Bye, Malfoy, don't get eaten by a plant," Lucie quipped, "or do." She added just loud enough for Scorpius to send her a playful glare and walk out of the kitchens.

The month of October passed far too quickly for Lucie's liking, her birthday and Halloween had passed her by in a blur of dates and weeks. And Lucie finally felt as though she was settling into her sixth year lessons, and that she may actually be learning more and more about Malfoy the more she observed. So when it came to her Care of Magical Creatures lesson, one of the lessons she was alone with Malfoy in, she had been hoping that he would show at least some civilised emotions. Lucie sat on a boulder drawing a sketch of the unicorn before her, sketching each line carefully on her parchment.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Lucie Longbottom," Parker Goyle, a tall and burly troll-like Slytherin boy.

"Obviously," Lucie said, concentrating on the magical creature in front of her.

"I know it's you, I could spot your ugly face from a mile away," Goyle sniggered, smirking widely.

"I'd rather have a ugly face than an ego the size of Hogwarts," Lucie snapped.

"Why you little-" Goyle raised his wand as Lucie stood up, her unicorn sketch falling to the floor.

"Goyle!" Scorpius yelled at his friend, "She's not worth it." He added with a snigger, as the other slytherins snickered loudly as Lucie picked up her drawing and shoved it into her bag with force before stalking away from the childish slytherins.

So much for wishful thinking.

Short chapter, i apologize...

keep reading, thanks again to everyone who alerted me as an author and this story!

-Cait