Disclamer: As much as I wish that it did, unfortunately, the Harry Potter series does not belong to me. The plot is my own, but all of the characters, places etc. that you recognise in this story belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter because it's all Lily and Scorpius!
A Prefect Match
I'm not looking forward to doing my rounds today. There's just something slightly awkward about having to do your patrol with a fifteen year old, who, when fighting with her brother, you claim to have shagged. Yes, after Albus's threats, I tried to persuade Rose Weasley to let me swap partners, but unsurprisingly, she wouldn't let me. So here I am.
"Listen, Potter. I'm sorry about getting into a fight with your brother yesterday."
She laughs.
"Well, you've shattered my innocent fifteen year old heart into a million pieces. Quite clearly, I'm devastated." She pauses, looking up at me with big brown eyes and smiles to let me know that she's joking. "Although actually, when your girlfriend tried to beat me up because she believed the rumours; that was quite scary."
Kelsey tried to beat her up? Now I really do feel guilty. I groan loudly, which, for some reason, only makes her laugh more.
"I'm sorry. Kelsey shouldn't have done that. And I shouldn't have said all those things- we might not be friends, but what I said about you was disrespectful."
"Well, just be glad that it was Albus that you got into a fight with and not James. If he was still here he'd have dismembered you limb by limb."
I have to say I'm a bit afraid. What if he finds out about the incident?
"He's not that sadistic is he?"
"No, just protective. Ever since Lorcan Scamander locked me in Grandpa Weasley's chicken coop for the day when I was six and I developed a phobia of the dark..."
"You're afraid of the dark?" I pause in mock horror. "But you're a Gryffindor. And Harry Potter's daughter."
She shakes her head quite sadly. "Yeah, it's a good job that I wasn't the one left to defeat Voldermort. One mention of the word "dark" in Dark Lord and I'd have been off towards the hills faster than you could catch me."
She looks so serious that I have to refrain from laughing. Oh, and now she genuinely looks as if she's about to cry. Shit. For a moment I don't know what to do but then call it natural instinct or something, because I reach out and envelope her into a hug, breathing in the sweet apple scent of her hair. Now, normally, this kind of phobia and following behaviour would warrant some serious mikey taking, especially because she's a Potter. But for some reason, I just can't bring myself to mock her. And it is quite brave really, spilling your deepest and darkest fears to a seventeen year old sadistic Slytherin.
She pulls out of the hug and we carry on walking. Suddenly, she turns round and smirks at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Alright then Malfoy, what's your worst fear?"
Maaaaan, this is going to be embarrassing. I consider lying, but there it is again, that cheeky glint in her eye that makes me want to tell her the truth.
I turn away from her to try and avoid eye contact and make this whole ordeal less humiliating.
"I'mafraidofsnakes."
I can tell she's heard me because she's smirking and obviously trying not to laugh. But, because, as she told me, she's a secret slytherin, she turns to me with a triumphant smile on her face and says "Pardon?"
I sigh. I might as well get this over with.
"I, Scorpius Malfoy, am afraid of snakes."
She can take it no longer and bursts into peels of laughter. "But you're a Malfoy! You're a Slytherin! Your dorm mates call you the King of Snakes! How can you be afraid of them?"
"They're just menacing, okay? There's something about their gleaming eyes and their dustiness and those kind of hissing tongues that just really freaks me out. Maybe I associate them with Voldermort. I don't know."
She stops laughing, reaches up and pats me on the arm, nodding sympathetically.
"Thanks for telling me that."
"It's alright. I've just given you enough ammunition for you to run off and tell your brother, who will consequently ruin my reputation as the suave, sophisticated King of Snakes..."
She laughs. And she's still laughing when we hear moaning coming from a nearby broom cupboard.
I figure that seeing as I am the older and more experienced one, I better do the honours so I step forward and yell "Alohamora!"
Out of the cupboard tumble a half dressed Connor Thomas and... Roxanne Weasley.
Poor Potter now resembles a tomato.
"Hi Roxie." mutters Potter, staring intently at her feet.
"Hi Lils," mutters Roxie sheepishly, "Listen; you won't tell my Dad or Fred about this will you? I couldn't bear them finding out again."
"No, course I won't." says Potter softly as Roxie departs.
We recommence the patrols. Potter's silent beside me and I'm tempted to crack a joke, but again, I don't know why, something stops me. I've just started to daydream about bacon when Potter speaks again.
"Soooo... how many of my cousins have you shagged?"
Wow. That was unexpected. I'm not really sure how to answer a question like that. I decide to avoid it all together.
"This is your secret Slytherin side coming out, isn't it? No self respecting Gryffindor, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw would dare to use language as horrendous as that."
She laughs, swatting me on the arm. "I bet you've shagged Roxie?"
"Uuuum, yes. I have."
Poor Roxanne Weasley. Part of me feels sorry for her. We're all trying to live up to the legacy left to us after the Wizarding War, whether it's distancing yourself from death eater connections like myself or trying to act like a hero in the case of the Potters; it's not easy. But it must be even harder growing up in a home where both your parents are still grieving for the one person that they loved the most. I think Roxanne deals with it, goes looking for the love that her parents are unable to give her, by sleeping around.
Great. Now I feel guilty.
And then I realise what my brain has just done.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What is happening to me?! I'm supposed to be evil! Well, not evil. Just cool. And psychoanalysing the shagging motives of a Weasley is decidedly NOT cool. I'm turning into a right girl. And a drippy one at that.
I would very much like to obliterate my own brain right now because its thoughts are quite frankly shameful. Maybe Albus Potter cursed me to think sensitive, girly thoughts. Yes, that's it...
Potter doesn't seem to have noticed the catastrophe that has just occurred in my brain because she's still speaking. "Well how about Rose? She's in your year."
Potter seems to be enjoying seeing me squirm uncomfortably. There's definitely a Slytherin side to her.
"No. I haven't shagged Rose. I might sleep around and I've cheated on every single girlfriend that I've ever had, but I do have one rule that I always stick to: never shag someone else's girl. And Rose is quite pretty, I'll give her that, but she's always been Boot's girl so I wouldn't touch her. Besides, I couldn't deal with all that studying. Or mood swings."
GAH! I've done it again. I might as well just get a knife out and cut my vitals off right this minute. I think Potter agrees.
Potter laughs. "Who'd have thought it, eh? Scorpius Malfoy's going soft in his old age."
She pauses and there's that cheeky expression on her face again.
"So... how about Albus?" she continues, winking at me as she does. "There are rumours going round that all your fighting is due to unexpressed sexual tension... Hey! You could be like my grandparents- fighting repeatedly until seventh year before you finally reveal that you are hopelessly, devotedly and passionately in love with each other! That would be so cute! What do you reckon Scorpius?"
I role my eyes.
"Yes, obviously, I can't wait to jump his bones."
However, her use of my first name seems to jolt something within me. "Listen, Potter. I've been thinking, we're going to be doing patrols all year and having to talk. Maybe it'd be better if we used first names."
Potter smiles and turns towards me, stepping forward. She takes my hand in hers and shakes it. "I'm Lily. Nice to meet you."
I take her small hand and shake it too, bowing slightly. "I'm Scorpius and I can assure you that the pleasure is all mine."
We both laugh.
"Friends?"
"Yeah, friends."
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