A/N: Scorpius is just a foolish young man. Scorpius/Lily Luna. First time writing this pairing.

Submission for:

Happily NEVER After! Destroying Canon/Common Non-Con Pairings! (Challenge): Scorpius/Lily Luna

The Lottery Competition: shouting, jumping, sad, Lily Luna Potter, Abraxas Malfoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry, Lily," Scorpius said, not looking into her tearful face. He could handle if she had began shouting at him, jumping and kicking, but he couldn't stand seeing her sad.

"No, you're not," she spat, tears flying off her face as she shook her head. "If you were sorry, then you would at least look at me as you dumped me, Scorpius."

He swallowed and let his eyes fall onto her small, shivering form without turning his face. Her hair had slightly come free of the high ponytail, a few strands getting stuck in the wet trails on her cheeks. How he longed to push it away from her face but he couldn't. If he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to finish this. He had to keep himself away from her.

When he looked back straight ahead, she gasped out, "Why? Just why? Why get my hopes up for three years? Why send me all the cards, the flowers, the gifts? Why plan out the rest of our lives together?"

"I wasn't being realistic," he heard himself say to her questions. "I was living the dreams of a foolish young man. I was just telling you what you wanted to hear, doing the things I know you'd like."

She sniffled, drawing a long breath. "Well, you played the part of the loving boyfriend well then, Scorpius. Your acting skills must be commended," she said sarcastically.

He bit his tongue. He wouldn't take her bait. He wouldn't draw this out any longer. "It's over," he said.

She nodded and said bitterly, "My family was right about you. I should have listen, I should have stayed away, but I thought you were different. I thought you were amazing, but I was wrong. You are a Malfoy, just like your father and his father and even Abraxas Malfoy. You are only concerned with yourself and what the world can give you."

He spun to her now, ready to defend himself and his name. He was not his father, grandfather or great-grandfather. He was Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, trying to make a name for himself, trying to run away from the pasts those men left behind for him. But she had already run off, finished with whatever more he had to say. She was already gone.

Now the reasons for ending it seemed so insignificant compared to the vacancy he felt within himself. Maybe he was still a foolish young man.