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Midnight had come more quickly than Scorpius had anticipated. The impatient blond boy had been pacing the second floor girls' bathroom floor for nearly two hours now, and yet there was no sign of that Weasley girl. He had decided at the beginning of the night that if she didn't show up by one o'clock, he would go searching for her.

And Scorpius knew that Weasley had better prepare herself for hell if he was forced to look for her.

Part of Scorpius didn't understand why he had asked her to come. He hated her…right? What would he even say to her if she did come? Worse yet, what would he say to her if she didn't come? He would really have to give her trouble then…nobody snubbed a Malfoy.

Nobody.

Through the silence, there was a clatter of some sort and Scorpius stopped dead in his tracks, looking up with caution. The door had opened. He instinctively reached for his wand, knowing that someone else could have come in beside Weasley. But as a messy pile of red hair was in plain sight, Scorpius lowered his wand, almost grateful that she had shown up. At least now he wouldn't have to save his pride by looking for her.

"Weasley," he muttered venomously. Scorpius glanced over Weasley quickly before turning away and sticking his nose up in the air.

The girl had worn robes tonight and they were buttoned up all the way to the top. Scorpius flushed and suddenly felt slightly stupid. He had worn his pajamas and now he wished he hadn't. Weasley also brought a wand. She looked scared, but she was going to great extremes to hide her discomfort by crossing her arms and trying to scowl. He couldn't help but notice that scowling didn't suit a Weasley.

"Malfoy," she spat back, though rather unsteadily.

Scorpius smirked.

So he had intimidated her.

Good.

"What the hell took you so long?" he asked, his voice threateningly low.

"Well excuse me if I was hesitant in coming to meet the person I hate the most," she huffed.

"But you came anyway," Scorpius said. His smirk broadened and Weasley rolled her eyes.

"Well—I—you said…,"she stammered weakly. She recovered quickly. "I very well couldn't have had you coming after me, could I? I don't want my reputation to be ruined by being seen with a—a Slytherin."

"Oh heaven forbid," Scorpius replied sarcastically. He shifted his gaze to Weasley again and walked around her in a circle, observing her pointedly. Weasley frowned and watched him in discomfort.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped. "Better yet, what do you want Malfoy?"

Scorpius gave an exaggerated sigh. "I'm just looking at you, Weasley. I'm trying to figure out why I did what I did the other night."

He watched in amusement as Weasley looked befuddled by his blunt statement.

"What?" she asked slowly.

"You heard me." Scorpius abruptly grabbed her arm and made her do a full circle spin against her will. She jerked her arm back, more confused than ever.

"What?" she demanded again.

"Well, it can't be your looks," he said, thinking out loud on purpose. "I mean, look at you…you're scrawny and you've got freckles in every nook and cranny. Not to mention the fact that your hair is like a cave woman's hair…" He trailed off and stopped circling her. "Nope…it's got to be a spell. You've obviously put some kind of a dark curse on me. And now I want you to take it back…or else," he added, thrusting his wand into the air.

Weasley stood stationary, her mouth open in shock. She quickly growled and thrust out her wand as well.

"I've done no such thing! I've put no spell on you let alone any dark curses! Dark magic…as if! I would never use that on anyone! But you'd know all about dark magic, wouldn't you? You and your father are—"

"HOW DARE YOU!" Scorpius unexpectedly snarled. He pounced forward and grabbed Weasley's wand right out of her shaking hand. The angry boy threw both his wand and her wand across the deserted bathroom. They landed helplessly clear on the other side with hollow clanking sounds.

"HOW DARE YOU!" he bellowed again, grabbing her wrists with all his might and shoving her up against the nearest wall. He actually took pleasure in seeing her writhe in pain and whimper in fear. "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME OR MY FATHER! YOU WEASLEYS THINK YOU'RE SO GREAT BECAUSE YOU HELPED DEFEAT THE GREATEST DARK WIZARD THERE WAS BUT YOU'RE PATHETIC! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DIRTY LITTLE HALF—"

"Don't!" she shrieked shrilly, yanking her hands back and pushing him away. "DON'T YOU EVER BELITTLE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S NOTHING! YOU'RE. THE. ONE. WHO'S. DIRTY!"

Weasley was all but crying now in her anger and she was slapping Scorpius as hard as she could with each sentence she screamed. Scorpius staggered back, his cheeks pulsing in white hot pain.

"DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!" she screamed again.

"DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!" Scorpius yelled back. He shoved the girl back angrily. "You don't know what it's like having a bad family name! My father is a changed man! And you don't know what it's like having everyone look down at you because of something your family has done…nobody wants to be with someone with a family like that…"

He was yelling at the start of his speech, but now his throat was scratchy and he found that he was now practically whispering the last part of his speech. The worse thing was that he realized that he still couldn't admit out loud what he had figured out a long time ago…

Scorpius had become everything he had come to hate.

The boy became conscious of the fact that like Weasley, he was shaking too. He could feel the beginning of tears prick his eyes but he forced them back and clenched his jaw, a method he always used when he was about to cry.

Because the Malfoy family never cried.

He knew his face must have been red from the effort of remaining calm because Weasley was looking at him strangely. She was crying silently now, but the tears were falling freely down her pink cheeks.

"I hate being judged by my family too," she said quietly. "But at the same time…I know it's the only way people would look at me."

Scorpius's brow rose at that statement. He wasn't expecting that.

"I know that I'm a know-it-all…and I try not to be but I just...love to learn. And I know that my hair's a wreck but it's untamable. Trust me—I've tried to tame it. But the sad thing is that all people look at when they see me is my hair and my brains, nothing else. But life seemed to throw me a bone when I came to the realization that my parents and my uncle were famous. You're right...I do have it easy and I'm glad that they're famous because nobody would be my friend if they weren't. Still," she added softly, "it'd be nice to know that someone would be my friend just because…I'm me."

Weasley looked like she was having a wide range of conflicting emotions in her head right now. Scorpius knew that she probably didn't want to admit that to him of all people, but she did.

So there was that legendary Gryffindor bravery…

Scorpius just couldn't believe that she was feeling the same way he was. For the first time since he arrived at Hogwarts, he felt like there was someone who actually understood him.

Not that he was going to tell her that, but still.

"Weasley," he said softly, taking a step forward. He stopped, afraid to touch her. "I didn't—I never—I—"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Weasley said with the smallest of smiles. And before Scorpius knew what was happening, she had closed the gap between them and before Scorpius could comprehend what was happening, Weasley had placed her soft, warm lips on top of his.

Unlike the kiss he had initiated only a day ago, this kiss was gentle and almost kind. Scorpius had never felt anything quite like it.

She continued to kiss him tenderly, her hands stroking his cheeks calmly. Scorpius couldn't help it—he began kissing her back with as much meekness as Weasley was kissing him with.

The girl was still crying, which made the kiss slightly wet, so Scorpius drew back and brushed her tears away with the back of his thumb. Weasley smiled at the gesture then touched his arms lightly. Scorpius actually returned a genuine smile and this time he closed the gap and began kissing her temperately.

Unlike last time, he wasn't overcome with lust or want. Sure, Weasley was sexy, he even rather liked her hair, but he was so wrapped up in this feeling of warm belonging, that he almost preferred this to the wild kissing of before.

That wasn't to say that he wouldn't totally do the crazy passionate kissing next time. If there was a next time…

A loud bang brought the peculiar couple apart as they both cringed at the sudden outburst. Scorpius could make out someone muttering something.

"In here, Mrs. Norris…I heard noises in here. Those nasty kids are probably rigging another toilet…"

"Sweet Merlin," Weasley whispered hastily to Malfoy. "It's Filch! What are we going to—"

Scorpius clamped his hand down over her mouth to prevent them from being heard then dragged her to nearby stall. He forced her to stand on the toilet as he closed the door silently. Scorpius jumped onto the toilet as well, but not before his foot accidentally slipped into the toilet water.

Weasley snorted loudly and Scorpius threw his hand over her mouth once again after throwing her a deadly glare.

Scorpius could hear Filch's heavy footsteps drag across the floor uncomfortably close to them.

He was about to let go of Weasley when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his hand. Scorpius looked down and he realized that Weasley had her jaw fastened onto his hand. He tugged his hand back and gaped at Weasley.

You BIT me! he mouthed at her.

Weasley gave him an innocent smile and shrugged. Scorpius made a mental note never to cover her mouth again.

"What did you find, Mrs. Norris?" Filch inquired out of the blue. To Scorpius's relief, the footsteps faded away, indicating that he was moving to the other side of the bathroom. But his relief turned into dread as Mrs. Norris meowed loudly and Filch muttered, "Now whose wands could those be?"

Scorpius visibly paled and he glanced at Weasley who had also blanched.

Clanking sounds echoing off the walls alerted Scorpius that Filch had indeed picked up their wands. Malfoy knew that the only reason that Filch was patrolling the corridor was because Weasley's idiotic excuse of cousins had followed Filch around earlier today until he went into a bathroom to do his thing. Then they hexed the toilet he was sitting on to explode as he tried to flush it.

Consequently, two whole corridors had been flooded and several classes had been cancelled for the rest of the day. Both Potter boys had been given a week's worth of detention but now they were even more popular than ever. Even Scorpius had to admit, it was pretty funny. He hated Filch and his feline girlfriend.

"Well," persisted Filch, "let's go to the Head Mistress and see what she thinks about this."

The footsteps had begun again and Scorpius was inwardly groaning. That man had his wand. Not only his wand but he had Weasley's wand as well. The headmistress was going to know that they had been together and soon the word would spread around the school…

Scorpius just wasn't ready for that yet.

"Come on, Mrs. Norris, I'm sure she'll love—"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

The scream came out of nowhere, but it was so loud and sudden that both Scorpius and Weasley clung to each other in a tight hug in order to keep from falling off the toilet. Scorpius had to bit back a sarcastic remark as Weasley's fingernails were digging through his pajamas into his flesh.

"What the devil is this all about, girl!?" shouted Filch angrily, dropping the wands to the floor with a more clinking sounds. Scorpius looked up and he could see that Moaning Myrtle was flying about the ceiling, in tears.

"Peeves called me ugly and now he's setting off fireworks in the fifth floor corridor!" Moaning Myrtle sobbed.

"WHAT!?" roared Filch. "Show me, girl!"

Scorpius watched as Myrtle's ghostly figure disappeared and Filch's footsteps faded away until he had closed the bathroom door. The couple waited a few more minutes until Weasley tiptoed out of the stall. Scorpius released his foot from the toilet and climbed out after her.

To both of their relief, the wands were lying on the floor only a few feet away. Scorpius quickly retrieved both and handed Weasley her wand. She murmured a hasty thank you.

For a few awkward seconds, they stood there, unable to say anything. But as Weasley opened her mouth to say something, Scorpius cut her off with another gentle kiss. Weasley seemed to be petrified for a moment, but quickly kissed him back. Just as Weasley was getting more and more passionate with him, Scorpius drew back and smirked down at her.

He'd leave her with that, wanting more…until next time. There had to be a next time.

With that, he turned on his heel and rushed out of the bathroom, abandoning the confused red-head.

A/N: I was seriously going to take a break to work on my story and wait until tomorrow to update, but to tell you the truth, this actually kept me up all night. I tossed and turned until I realized that I had to update today. So here you go. A BIG thank you to everyone who has been reviewing! You guys are pretty awesome! I have plans for this story...big plans. I just have to organize them. So I'll try to update ASAP! Everyone have a great day!