Chapter 3: The First Cut is the Deepest

Written by: TheChannyWizard

Scorpius groaned as he slowly blinked his eyes, that were still filled with tears. A few of them fell, burning his tear strained face. He sniffled and turned around, his whole body sore from his fall on the concrete, and was surprised to see Rose sleeping peacefully, her head on his bed, her body going up and down as she breathed. He smiled to himself, wondering how lucky he was to have her as a best friend; though he hoped that one day, they would be more than just best friends (hint, hint FORESHADOWING) (;) Rosius moment alert!). His heart broke in two as he saw her tear strained face and he hesitantly reached his arm out and gently, and lightly, stroked her hair. He withdrew his arm immediately as he saw her stir and lift her head up.

He took in all of her features; her glossy red hair (though it was quite messy, he still loved it), her dimples (pfft...what kind of boy DOESN'T like dimples), her amazing figure (ugh, don't worry, he wasn't having any mental images (yet)), and, best for last, her amazing hazel eyes, that he now noticed were red and puffy, like his probably were, and the discontent smile she wore on her face. Her face turned a little red from her trying to keep in her tears, but she eventually broke down.

"I'm s-so sorry!" she wailed, her body shaking from the oncoming sobs. Scorpius held out his arms and hugged her, silently stroking her hair, whispering soothing words to the crying girl. "I-I don't know w-what's gotten in-into him" she continued, sniffling. She started to cry some more, and he continued to stroke her hair. "H-he's a bloody b-bastard I tell y-you, and ARGH, I'm s-sorry" she sobbed. Scorpius felt tears springing to his eyes as he saw and heard how heartbroken and devastated Rose looked.

He heard the door open slowly and quietly and he saw Al's head peer in. He looked at Scorpius, worried but still smirked and mouthed: 'Am I interrupting something?' but when he saw the blonde boy's pointed glare his smirk turned into a scared frown, mouthed: 'I'll talk to you later', and closed the door.

In the Gryffindor common room, the same sight was happening, though not as romantic. Poor, ok, well not poor, James was getting beat up by Elizabeth. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT YOU DOUCHE?!" she sobbed, punching him in the face (and ouch! that has GOT to leave a mark). Her chest was heaving up and down, as the sobs racked her body. "SCORPIUS MALFOY IS PROBABLY THE SWEETEST GUY I HAVE EVER KNOWN! HE HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG, AND I SEE NO REASON FOR YOU TO SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT! I DON'T WHY, OR HOW, OR WHEN YOU BECAME SUCH A JERK! AND UGH!" she screeched, and stopped punching him, but still wore a furious expression on her face. Her voice was low, demanding, not to mention vicious. "You fix this right now James Sirius Potter. Or you're going to lose me as your best friend!" she growled and ran to her dorm, slamming the door so hard, he wasn't sure if it broke but he could hear it from down here. James sighed and winced in pain as he sank to the couch. He honestly had no idea what had come over him. He supposed Rose would write to Aunt Hermione or Uncle Ron and would probably get a thorough scolding from his father, mother, and aunt. He really didn't know about Uncle Ron, but would still get in trouble for calling someone the son of a death eater just because it had made Rose cry.

He honestly didn't even know what his little cousin saw in that little jerk; ok, so maybe he was being a little harsh when he was calling Scorpius the son of a death eater or a jerk....ok a lot harsh....but still! He was still a Malfoy, and an enemy of him; that counted for something right? ...Right? He was definitely going to object if those two started to date; he shuddered as he pictured it: Rose holding hands with Scorpius, the little blonde twerp squeezing her hand as she giggled and blushed. She slowly leaned to kiss his cheek.

The scene in his head faded and morphed into the Ravenclaw common room. Rose and Malfoy (as he would now refer to him as) were sitting on the loveseat (=P [that's his facial expression]) and staring into each other's eyes. Then both of them getting up, and kissing –cough cough snogging cough cough- each other goodbye. He shuddered involuntarily as he pictured the little Malfoy's arms snaking down to her waist, his cousin's arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. He could even see them French kissing, their tongues in each other's mouths and UGH!

James woke up sweating and panting, clutching a blanket...wait a blanket? He silently turned his head to see Elizabeth slowly make her way up the common room stairs. He smiled to himself as he dreamed sweetly.

Rose had eventually gone to her room in the middle of the night, after making sure that Scorpius was alright; after all, he had collapsed onto concrete floors, and that would have had to hurt. She sighed, thinking of all the horrid things she wanted to do to James at this very moment; I mean honestly, it was alright to hate him, but to call him names such as the son of a death eater? Now that was low, even for James. He may as well have called her a Mudblood for that matter. She just shook her head.

She knew that she would probably be teased for crying at the 'scene of the crime' (ok I honestly have no idea why I just wrote that =P) or for crying in Scorpius's arms, but she didn't care one bit. Her heart had snapped into two when she saw Scorpius crying from a distance. There had been a crowd of people, some sniggering and laughing while pointing at him. She had said some vulgar words (oh how her mother would scold her) to them, kicked them in the places where the sun don't shine, and had carried Scorpius (with the help of Al) to his room. She slightly smiled as she remembered that despite all of Al's pleadings and warnings that she would get in trouble, she had stayed and fell asleep on Scorpius's bed.

Scorpius. Oh how she loved that boy. Call her obsessed, but she knew almost every single thing about him. She just loved everything about him. From his silky hair that she just wanted to run her fingers through, to his cute little button nose...ok forget she ever thought that.....she loved how muscular he was and the fact that he was one of the top students in the house (below her of course). She loved the passion that was emitted from him when he did anything and everything. She loved his lips; oh his wonderful lips. So rosy (haha pun intended), and soft, his but that she just wanted to squeeze....not that she ever stared at it (T_T). But the absolute one thing Rose Weasley especially loved about Scorpius Malfoy was his eyes. Sure at times they were full of cold and hatred, but her heart burst with happiness when she saw all the love and compassion. Whenever he looked at Al or someone else, she was amazed at how his eyes would dilate and become a soft pool of ocean blue.

She was perplexed (haha I just used a big word (not really)) at how James could hate someone as sweet as Scorpius. Sure her uncle, father, and Mr. Malfoy were enemies, but still! Scorpius was nothing like his father! Nothing! He was sweet, caring, smart- definitely nothing like his father. "Password?" a voice jerked her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" she asked and looked to see where she was; oh wow...she had walked all the way to Gryffindor common room.

"Dumbledore" said a voice. Rose turned around to see Elizabeth Wood walking towards her, the black haired girl's hand reaching out to pat her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Correct" the Fat Lady's portrait boomed and opened up. Rose gasped when she entered and heard Elizabeth scream.

"JAMES!!!" Elizabeth shrieked.