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Scorpius woke up to the sounds of the rain splashing roughly against the roof and the boy jolted up in bed when he felt the intense rumble of the thunder. Darkness overwhelmed his bedroom, as it was still quite early in the morning. A small smile worked its way into the boy's features when he recalled that he had only just gotten to bed a few hours earlier.

That Weasley girl may not have put an evil curse on him, but she still had him under her spell…

Quickly, Scorpius wiped the smile off his face and gazed around the dark room groggily. He hoped that he hadn't disturbed his roommates' sleep when he had snuck in earlier. If they started to question him about where he had been, sure Scorpius could have made up a convincing lie, but if they saw him sneak in over and over again, they would eventually start to get suspicious.

He had three roommates—Michael Baddock, and the Goyle twins, Henry and Richard. Michael was tall, portly, and had a mop of brown hair. He was probably the meanest of the roommates. Henry and Richard were both squat, dog-like boys with a bowl cut of black hair. They were mean as well, but they more or less followed Michael's command. They were the three boys that had accompanied Scorpius the other day in the hall when he had provoked Albus Potter into fighting and thrown Weasley's books everywhere. Michael, Henry, and Richard had run out on Scorpius almost immediately after Professor McGonagall had shown up.

Scorpius knew that they weren't cowardly—they had done things to other students that would make even his grandfather's hair stand on end—but they just didn't like to get caught. And because they kept to themselves, except when picking on other students, the teachers thought they were stupid and didn't even bother giving them detentions. This gave the three fat boys the opportunity to sneak around everywhere without the teachers becoming suspicious of what they were doing. The teachers naturally thought that perhaps the boys had lost their way to the bathroom if they did happen to catch them wandering around.

Luckily, Scorpius didn't seem to have disturbed any of them. They were all snoring as loudly as they had been when he had slithered into the room before. Scorpius relaxed against his soft pillow and glanced out the window. It looked like a miserable day to have a Quidditch match, but after yesterday's practice, Scorpius felt confident that he could beat those Gryffindor slime balls.

But as soon as he felt that confidence, a smidge of fear suddenly filled his stomach. The Weasley girl had come to see him play…if he didn't win today, what would she think of him? Would he still be her favorite Slytherin?

He just knew that he had to win.

He would win, he assured himself. And after he won, she would have to be impressed with him.

With that thought in mind, he crawled out of bed and decided to get an extra early start on the day. He had to get himself pumped for the game.

The morning seemed to go by relatively fast. Scorpius felt like he was in a daze as the morning flashed before his eyes.

He had seen Weasley as he was making his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, even though Scorpius wasn't really in the mood to eat anything. Weasley was walking with her two cousins and to his disgust, Frank was trailing behind the group, talking loudly about Quidditch to another Gryffindor boy. For once, Scorpius didn't want a confrontation with the group, but as James and Albus spotted Scorpius, it couldn't have been avoided.

"Malfoy," James snapped at Scorpius crossing his arms. Albus followed suit. Frank and his friend had already made their way into the Great Hall and Weasley stood behind the boys, looking worried.

"Ready for the game today?" Albus asked with scowl on his face. Scorpius found that he couldn't even really scowl back.

"Born ready, Potter," he said briskly. He nodded his head toward the red headed girl behind them. "Weasley," he addressed then he hurried into the Great Hall.

He could hear the two Gryffindor boys question why he hadn't instigated a fight, but before he had left them, he had caught sight of that small smile Weasley always seemed to have on her face when something unexpected happened.

Breakfast had consisted of his three large friends stuffing their faces and making snide remarks about the people in the other houses. Usually, they poked fun at the Hufflepuffs, but today, they were picking on the Gryffindors, in honor of the game.

"The gallant Gryffindors…whatever," Michael Braddock had begun coldly. "They think they're so great…but we've got the best Seeker ever on our team."

"Yeah," Henry Goyle had piped up, spraying pieces of bread from his open mouth, "they don't stand a chance!"

Richard snorted. "Look at those idiots…James Potter and his tag-along brother Albus. Albus probably couldn't tell the difference between the Snitch and his own balls…if he had any."

"It's the Weasley blood in them," Michael said with a cruel smile. "Potter's blood made them all noble but the Weasley blood made them idiotic!"

"I dunno," Henry smirked, "how about that Rose girl? She's supposed to be smart."

"It's a first in the Weasley line," Michael said, "but it's true. And she's not all that bad looking…"

Scorpius's hand tightened around the fork he was holding and he clenched his jaw. He suddenly had the urge to stab Michael as he watched her observe Weasley from across the Great Hall, his head obviously filled with dirty thoughts.

"Leave her alone!" Scorpius suddenly yelled through ground teeth.

Michael, Henry, and Richard looked at Scorpius as if he had grown a second head. Scorpius recaptured his snobby, Slytherin attitude quickly.

"She's a filthy half-blooded slut. Her mother is a Mudblood and her father is a blood traitor. If you ever touched her, I'd never speak to you again…and I'd make sure that nobody else did either."

Michael looked horrified for a second, but then relaxed. "You're right…I don't know what I was thinking. The little whore…"

The conversation had turned back to normal hurriedly, and they had directed their attention back to the Hufflepuffs. Scorpius even contributed a few comments about how they always seemed to be disgracing the school.

After breakfast, Scorpius had rushed over to the Quidditch Pitch and to put on his equipment. He found the other Slytherins doing the same. Then there was the famous pre-game speech, given by the Slytherin captain. It was the same speech every time—short, sweet, and to the point.

"All right, you bunch of pansies—go out there and show them no mercy! NOW LET'S GO KICK SOME GRYFFINDOR ARSE!"

Everyone yelled in agreement and Scorpius, who was a bundle of nerves, felt himself go through the motions of mounting his broom and following his team up into the air, right into the middle of the field.

Scorpius felt his brain become seemingly blank. The events of the morning were behind him and the events of the preceding evening were far from behind him—he had to force himself to focus. He could clearly see Weasley sitting in the Gryffindor stands, her hands twisting in her lap. She was biting her lip—a habit Scorpius knew that she did when she was nervous. The Slytherin Seeker felt the corner of his mouth twitch as she looked directly at him.

The boy doing the announcements said something, but Scorpius wasn't even paying attention to what had been said. The Quaffle had been thrown into the air.

The game had finally begun.

Scorpius forced his mind to focus on this game. He zoomed around on his broomstick, looking for a glimmer of gold. He needed to get that Snitch.

It was hard to see through the foggy air and the rain. Bludgers flew through the air, narrowly missing Scorpius by inches and the Gryffindors were trying desperately to smack the balls at the Slytherins—but their strategy seemed to be to hit Scorpius.

Knowing that he was a target, Scorpius flew up above the chaos and looked down at the group. He could hear the cheers from all sides of the stadium and he could see Weasley. She looked up at Scorpius confusedly, but then as the Slytherins scored a goal and the Gryffindors hissed and booed at them, Scorpius saw Weasley suddenly stand up and cheer loudly.

To his amusement, several of the Gryffindors had gone very quiet and were giving her the evil eye. As Scorpius flew lower again, he could hear her give the lame excuse of, "I…err…found a Galleon" and she sat down, blushing furiously.

Suddenly, Scorpius saw a flash out of the corner of his eye. The Snitch had just flown by erratically, weaving back and forth, up and down, but it was obvious that the Snitch was staying up high in the air.

Scorpius couldn't help but laugh. He saw Potter gazing feverishly for the Snitch, but to no avail.

Well, maybe it was time to give him a clue.

Ignoring the crazy flying Snitch, Scorpius began to plummet at an accelerated rate. Potter must have been desperate because he flew right after him. Just like practice the previous day, he knew that this was going to be a game of chicken.

A collection of stomping sounds reminded Scorpius that everyone must have stood up in their seats to see what was going on.

Scorpius chanced a glance backward—Potter was right on his tail. He looked back. The ground was a mere foot away. Scorpius deliberately slowed down and reached a hand out to catch the non-existent Snitch. Potter, who was now even with Scorpius did the same, but was too late in realizing that there was nothing to catch. Potter's broom hit the ground, much like Scorpius's opponent's broom had done earlier, and Potter went flying face first into the mud.

Then, Scorpius was off, shooting higher and higher, the real Snitch in sight. Scorpius reached out an arm and grasped the tiny golden ball firmly in his hand.

Yelling and screaming, both of happiness and anger, erupted from the stands. Slytherin had won!

Scorpius dove back toward the ground again and landed steadily. As many of the other Slytherins launched themselves at Scorpius and lifted him up onto their shoulders, Scorpius couldn't help but feel jubilation, elation, joy, euphoria—

He was just so happy that he thought he might burst.

Scorpius glanced up at the Gryffindor section. Most of the Gryffindors had already dispersed but a few remained, talking to each other in groups. Weasley was the only one by herself. She was watching both Scorpius and his group celebrating and her cousin Albus being dragged out of the mud by her other cousin James and the rest of the Gryffindor team.

She looked so torn.

Scorpius waved at her quickly and gave her a fleeting smile. Thankfully, all of the Slytherins were too excited to see.

Weasley looked surprised for the second time that day but she waved back. By the twinkle in her eyes, Scorpius knew what she was thinking.

They had made a silent agreement—they would meet up with each other once more tonight.

This was the fourth night that Scorpius and Weasley were meeting in the girls' bathroom, but unlike before, he wasn't nervous or surprised at her arrival…he was excited.

With a broomstick in his hands, he was pacing back and forth, waiting for Weasley. She usually showed up around midnight, maybe a little bit afterwards and they usually made out for approximately…

Well, it was just a heck of a long time. But that was okay with Scorpius. He wasn't about to complain.

The door to the bathroom creaked open and Scorpius's heart raced. Rose stepped inside dressed in her robes once again. She looked much more relaxed than the other times they had met and there was even the hint of a grin on her pretty face.

"Hi," she said, almost shyly.

"Hi yourself," Scorpius said with a smirk. He walked forward and took one of her hands in his. He slowly brought her hand to his lips and watched with pleasure as her whole face seemed to turn pink and her ears had gone scarlet.

"You are so beautiful," he said delicately. Scorpius was trying very hard to try to be the person he had wanted to be when he had first come to Hogwarts. He knew that he wasn't doing a very good job of showing it toward his Slytherin classmates, but he was trying to be semi-civil to Weasley's friends when he saw them in the hall and he didn't call Weasley names anymore. He would work on his friends in Slytherin later, when the time seemed right for the truth to come out.

But for right now, he wanted Weasley to at least know how he felt about her, as mushy and girly as it did sound. Weasley seemed to be stuck on the spot, caught off guard.

"What…?"

"Don't act so surprised. Hasn't anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

She still seemed at a loss for words. Scorpius leaned down and captured her unsuspecting lips in his hungrily. He could feel Weasley's heartbeat against his chest as they got more and more into it. Finally, he pulled away, leaving her breathless.

But Scorpius was just getting started.

"Come with me," he pleaded with her. He guided her to an open window in the girls' bathroom. Mounting his broom, he motioned for her to sit behind him.

Weasley looked out the window sheepishly. There was at least a one hundred foot drop from where they were currently at to the ground.

"Oh…I don't know…"

"What, are you afraid?" Scorpius asked in a semi-mocking tone, his signature smirk coming back to haunt him.

Weasley shuffled on the spot.

"Malfoy…"

"Weasley, just trust me…I won't hurt you." He held out his hand, waiting. She looked from him to the window and back again. Finally, she gave out a shaky sigh and she took his hand. He directed her to the area behind him on the broomstick. She took a seat at last, wrapping her arms around his torso tightly.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her face right up against his back. Scorpius beamed.

"You'll see…just hang on!"

He kicked himself off the ground and flew out the window at such a speed that Weasley was hugging all the air out of him. But Scorpius didn't care. He couldn't wait for what was about to happen next.

Scorpius plunged down as fast as he could and laughed as Weasley began to scream shrilly. He then zoomed upward again and flew toward the lake.

The sky was clear now and there wasn't a rain cloud in sight. The moon stood in the middle of the sky surrounded by millions of twinkling stars. Moonlight reflected off the black water as Scorpius and Rose whizzed over the surface. Scorpius leaned to the left, reaching down and brushing the water with his fingertips. The once serene lake was a mess of ripples now, the moonlight distorted.

"Come on, you know you want to," Scorpius said to Weasley. The girl whimpered softly, but leaned over anyway and did the same thing. Soon, she was giggling and Scorpius calmed down—he was worried for a second that she wasn't going to have any fun.

He jerked up once more and flew over top of Hogwarts castle, circling the place in the process. It looked so huge, so grand in the nighttime. It almost had a mysterious aura about it. To his and Weasley's amusement, they even passed a couple at the top of the Astronomy Tower, making out with each other. They were so wrapped up in themselves, they didn't even acknowledge Scorpius and Weasley on the broom. Scorpius was just glad that somebody else had the same idea as he and Weasley. Snogging at night was strangely accelerating—especially when forced to do it in secret.

The couple flew over the Forbidden Forest next, each amazed at seeing such a variety of creatures running around below—centaurs, wolves, unicorns, and much, much more.

Next, they flew over the Herbology Greenhouses, observing the plants that grew both inside and outside of the greenhouses. Finally, Scorpius took them to their final destination—the Quidditch Pitch yet again.

He landed in the middle of the field. Unlike before, the ground was now dry and the grass was soft. As Scorpius jumped off the broom, he couldn't help but notice that Weasley looked slightly scared. Scorpius frowned.

"What's wrong?" he asked weakly. She sincerely looked near tears.

"Nothing," she squeaked, looking away. "I just—I've had a dream about this place once…"

Scorpius put a hand on her arm.

"You're shaking," he said, concerned.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"Hey," said Scorpius. He wiped away her tears hastily, then placed a small kiss on her forehead. "Don't be sorry…and don't worry. This isn't a dream."

"But—but it feels like it," she hiccupped. "This all feels like a crazy dream…you and me…I don't even know what we are to each other. You're not my friend, but you're not my enemy. I can't exactly call you my boyfriend…I just don't know what you are and I just—just—"

Scorpius, overflowing with emotion, suddenly wrapped his arms around her, steadying her.

"I'm yours," he whispered into her ear. "Isn't that enough?"

Weasley pushed him back lightly and began kissing him feverishly. Scorpius smiled against her lips, just as much wrapped up in the kiss as she was. But this time was different…

Her fingers were wandering around his body impatiently, fiddling with the clasps on his robes. Scorpius, with his lips still attached to hers, undid the clasps until the robes fell to the ground. Weasley was doing the same with her own robes. Both robes now gone, Scorpius kicked them aside carelessly and drew back, looking at what she was wearing.

Perhaps the Gryffindor colors did look wonderful on Weasley. She was wearing a silky, red nightgown with small straps that showed off her collarbones nicely. The gown only came down mid-thigh. Her legs were rather nice…and her breasts were even nicer.

For once, Scorpius didn't wear his ridiculous, but rather comfortable matching pajamas. Instead, he had chosen to wear a simple white tank and his plaid boxers. Weasley seemed as entranced by his body as he was of hers.

It only took a moment of staring before they were at each other again, both tugging furiously on each other's clothes, longing for the articles to come off. Scorpius finally managed to break apart from Weasley long enough to pull off her sexy nightgown. Soon, she was standing in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch with nothing but her lacy black bra and underwear on over her humble, yet perfect figure. Scorpius groaned out loud. She had worn that on purpose.

He was already very much aroused, so very hard. Scorpius silently hoped that she didn't think that he was some kind of sick pervert. His fears were quelled as he saw the look on her face. She didn't care.

She was trying desperately to get his shirt off, but with her shaking hands, she was rather clumsy. Scorpius hastily took off his shirt and threw himself at her.

He hadn't meant to, but Scorpius was a little too eager and he wound up falling onto her, tripping them both over. Scorpius was now on the ground, hovering over Weasley. She looked like she had a mixture of anxiousness and excitement all over her face. Scorpius smiled down at her.

"Stay with me," he said weakly. By the way Weasley reached up and touched his cheek with the back of her hand, he knew that she wasn't going to leave.

The rays of the morning sun hit Scorpius's eyes and he woke up, still in his boxers, lying next to Weasley. He glanced over at her slowly. She was still asleep, in her undergarments, facing Scorpius. She looked so peaceful. Scorpius instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on Weasley's robe, which they had used as a pillow. Scorpius's robe had been used as a blanket.

As much as he didn't want to, he reached over and gently shook her awake.

"Hey," he whispered.

Weasley's eyes fluttered open and she looked at Scorpius, confused at first. Finally, she comprehended what was happening and she smiled warmly.

"Hey," she whispered back.

Scorpius felt a surge of delight knowing that she had trusted him to not take advantage of her and stay with him. Even though it was very hard to resist with a body such as hers…

He was just glad that all of this was happening, whatever this was.

"We should go before the students start to wake up," Scorpius said.

Weasley nodded and shakily got to her feet, helping Scorpius up in the process. The two went around looking for their clothes and putting them on hastily, making sure that their robes' clasps were all done so nobody could see underneath. There was a silence, but this time, it wasn't awkward. It was more comfortable than anything else. Scorpius put his hands in his robe pockets.

"Well, we'd better go."

"Yeah," said Weasley, although she looked like she'd rather kiss a toilet seat than leave.

Nevertheless, the couple left the Quidditch Pitch together and walked toward the main entrance of Hogwarts. The Slytherin common room and the Gryffindor common room were on opposite sides of the castle. Scorpius stood next to Weasley at the point where they would have to separate.

"Well…bye, then," Scorpius said. He turned to leave, but Weasley put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Wait, Scorpius."

Scorpius whirled around, looking at her with shock. She had never said his first name before. Weasley beamed at Scorpius.

"Last night was…well, it was just…" She struggled for the right words. Scorpius smiled back and drew closer.

"I know." And then he kissed her again. He was just grateful that nobody was out and about to see him like this so he could kiss her in someplace besides the girls' restroom and the Quidditch Pitch. Scorpius broke away and waved over his shoulder.

"Bye," Weasley said gently. Then she too turned away.

Scorpius went straight to his common room feeling delighted, oblivious to the fact that someone was indeed watching him.

A/N: Longest. Chapter. Ever. I'm really sorry, I know what I said about being ADD when it comes to reading too much. I just hope that that doesn't happen to you when you read this. But thank you SOOOO much to everyone who has reviewed! They really do help me and make me feel like this is worth writing, so just, thanks! Okay...about Michael Baddock...I was looking up minor Slytherin characters on wikipedia to see who lived and didn't have that much of a significant part so that they could produce children. Apparently, Malcolm Baddock was in the GOF book, introduced at the sorting and never mentioned again. So I thought he could go ahead and have a son. And Goyle...well, he didn't die, so I suppose I thought I could make him have twins. Anyway, I'll try to update later! Have an awesome day everyone!