Authors notes: Yet another chapter is out. I hope you like it. It builds on Rose/Scorpius relationship but at the same time it futher's the plot along a little in small ways. I am kind of disappointed in my reviews. I only got one 1 review. I don't mind criticing either as long as you aren't flaming me
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Samantha slammed her quill peen down on the table in frustration. A few head popped up around the Hufflepuff common room, but no one said anything, because by now everyone knew not to disturb an upset Dursley.
The paper Samantha was composing regarding the gargoyles strike of 1911 simply wasn't coming together the way it should. Rubbing her temple in irritation at her own incompetence, Samantha sighed heavily.
Deciding to finish the paper later, Samantha pushed aside the half filled sheet and pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment. She needed to write to her family. Brushing her cheek with the feathery end of her quill, she pondered what to say. After a moment's contemplation, Samantha lowered her quill to the parchment and let the words flow out:
Dear Mother and Father.
I miss all of you terribly. Its only the third week and I already can't wait for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, I love it here. I've had a few friends too. Bindu Patel is my roommate and I like her a lot.
My cousins are doing just fine. Me and Albus made it to the same house, Hufflepuff. I also made some acquaintances so far, Scorpius Malfoy.
I know it's been hard on grandma and grandpa, but I also know that grandma loves me a lot, and has come around. What about grandpa is he still mad? When I reach home for Christmas break I would love to tell you all about Hogwarts, but I must go finish this horrific paper about Gargoyle strike of 19something or another. I'll write again soon!
Your loving Daughter,
Samantha Dursley
Samantha folded up the later and carefully placed it inside an envelope. A smile crept up the planes of her face when she thought of her family. She missed them.
A grimace surfaced, however, when she returned her attention to the paper. Determination rushing through her veins, she concentrated her mind on the parchment in front of her and finished the assignment in less than an hour.
Samantha added one last period to her parchment just as the clock above the fireplace began ringing to signal eight o'clock. She sighed once more, remembering that her and Scorpius had to report to Filch's office at eight-thirty for their first night of detention. Deciding she had enough time to run up to the owlery before then, Samantha grabbed her book bag and strode over to the exit of the common room and walked through. Making her way to the west tower where the owlery was, Samantha couldn't help but feel a hint of dread at her nearing punishment. Then again, Scorpius would likely make up for the unpleasantness.
Samantha smiled as she thought of him. They still hadn't spent much time around each other outside of Potion class but Samantha was starting to like him. Especially after taking the blame for her Friday night. She knew it was her fault filch had found them, yet Scorpius had taken the brunt of Filch's anger.
Her smile widened as Samantha thought of spending the next few hours with her new friend.
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Scorpius chewed thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek. He bit down too hard, however, and he sensed a metallic taste as blood into his mouth sighing to himself Scorpius tried to concentrate on his current project; reply to his father. He frowned at the other project of replying to his grandfather. If he were honest with himself it would be best not to reply, but that would just anger his grandfather. No it was best if he wrote to his grandfather also.
Two blank sheet of parchment lay before him on the table, staring back at him mockingly. The quiet noises of the Hufflepuff common room filtered through his ears, but Scorpius paid them no mind. The only thing he could concentrate on was this letter.
Dear Father, was all he could write before his mind was once again blank. Straining his brain to think of the proper words. Scorpius eventually gave up and settled on getting straight to the point.
Dear Father,
I apologize for not replying sooner. It wil doubt displease you to hear this, but I'm afraid I must be blunt. I was not placed into Slytherin, I am in Hufflepuff. I am aware that this is not your wish for me, but it is what I wanted and I believe that to be the most important matter. I understand if you are angry with me.
I hope Mother is well. Please give her my regards. I hope you're doing well, also.
Your son,
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.
Sucking in a deep breath, Scorpius set his quill down and re read the letter. Deciding there really wasn't a better way to break the news, he sealed it in an envelope before he could talk himself out of it. He then nervously looked at the other blank parchment. The one he really was dreading. His father would be disappointed, but he would never dream to harm him, but his grandfather was another case all together. This situation had to be handled as delicately as possible. Scorpius hand trembled as he reached for his quill and started to write.
Grandfather
I would like to inform you that I haven't been sorted into Slytherin. Instead I am in Hufflepuff but you should note that the sorting hat actually wanted me in Slytherin. Instead of going into Slytherin I thought it would be wise if I chose Hufflepuff, because the girl you asked me to keep an eye on was sorted in the same house. It would be a lot more efficient and prudent for me to do so. You should know that the girls name is Samantha Dursely and that she is related to Harry Potter. Any more information I find out I will forward
Sincerely,
Your Grandson.
He then sealed the letter into an envelope and gathered his thing. He stood and glanced at the clock hanging proudly above the fireplace. Eight-ten. He still had twenty minutes before he had to be at Filch's office.
Practically running through the entrance of the Hufflepuff Dormitories. Scorpius raced to the owlery as fast as his scrawny legs would carry him. The air was cold and frigid in the west tower. Scorpius shivered from the dank feel and wrapped his robes tighter around him.
He slowly opened the door and was more than a bit surprised to see Samantha standing inside the room. The ginger girl jumped upon seeing him, nearly dropping the letter she was tying to a small grey owl.
"Oh !" she exclaimed. "Hello"
"Hello" Scorpius replied, giving her a smile.
"Now you make sure this gets to mum, you hear?" Samantha commanded the owl. The feathery bird merely blinked in reply, then gave a small hoot as she flew out one of the many windows.
Scorpius looked at Samantha in wonderment as he tied his letters to his own owl. As Samantha turned around she implored "Are you sending a letter?"
"Oh yes I am." He answered, "Morwen!" he called through the array of owls fitting from here to there throughout the tall, cylindrical room. His ebony-colored owl gave a load screech as it came soaring down to him from above and landed gracefully on his arm. Scorpius attached the letter to its scaly foot, then released it through the window.
"Ready for detention?" Samantha asked, beckoning him to the door. Scorpius wrinkled his nose from the foul stench of the room.
"Anything but this smell." He replied, following her as they exited the room and made their way down to Filch's office
Room 234-00 was a large, spacious room with cobblestone flooring. The majority of the room served as Filch's office, while the left corner appeared to be his bedroom. Scorpius found it to be much more pleasant than he had imagined, though he was still a bit wary of polished set of manacles that gleamed menacingly at him from the desk.
"Mr. Filch?" Samantha asked, her voice carrying through the room as she looked around for the Hogwarts caretaker.
"Ah you are here!" the familiar raspy voice said as Filch emerged from around the corner. "Good. Let's get to work now, shall we?" Scorpius gulped nervously as filch rubbed his hands together in excitement.
"What are we doing?" Samantha voice quivered in a tremulous tone.
"Down to the kitchens we go, Miss. Dursley." Filch replied, pushing both of them towards the door/
Scorpius tried to swallow the lump in his is throat as Filch lead them down to the basement. When they reached the kitchens Filch turned on the lights and merely gestured to the sinks lining the counter opposite them.
"get scrubbing." He ordered. "I had the house elves leave some of the dinner dishes just for you."
Scorpius was thankful that it wasn't anything worse, rolled up the sleeves of his robes and set to work on the first mound of the dishes. Samantha took the sink next to him and started washing.
"I'll be back in an hour to check on your work." Filch said from behind him. "And don't even think about steeling food." Scorpius smelt the reek of his breath as the old man leaned between them. "I will know if you do." Filch whispered, then whirled around and marched out the door.
"He's a creep." Samantha muttered. As she washed the suds off a frying pan.
"I feel a bit sorry for his mum." Scorpius remarked. Samantha giggled.
"So Malfoy….." she began, and he Scorpius could tell she was about to ask him something serious.
"So Wesley." He shot back, awaiting her inquiry.
"I don't mean to pry, but how's your family taking you being a Hufflepuff?" Scorpius had known someone would ask him that eventually, but he was still surprised that a muggleborn asked him.
"How did you know that my family would have trouble accepting?" asked Scorpius
Samantha let out a sigh "People talk!"
"They're" he paused, searching for the right words. "They don't know yet." He finally admitted. "That's what my letter was about." Scorpius avoided her gaze, concentrating all his willpower on the pan he was washing.
"Oh." Samantha responded simply. " I hope it goes over well
"Wishful thinking, really." Scorpius replied in a resigned tone.
Samantha huffed "This, house rivalry is so childish!" Scorpius smiled sadly.
"Tell that to my family." He riposted. Samantha sighed
"Why can't we all be friends." She grumbled
"I guess its not that simple." Scorpius returned. Samantha slammed down her current victim, a spatula, in her frustration.
"Well it should be?" she said shrilly. "I mean, look at us for goodness sakes! We both clearly want to be friends but.." Samantha voice tapered off into silence.
"But I'm a pureblood and you're a muggleborn." Scorpius finished quietly. Samantha bit her lop, then nodded.
"That's about the size of it." She replied in an equally small voice, then picked up the spatula she had thrown down a moment earlier.
It's not fair, Samantha thought angrily as she scrubbed her way through the next series of frying pans. Why does he have to be a Malfoy? She felt a flash guilt as soon as the thought passed through her mind. She shouldn't be complaining when he was the one who was in trouble.
Samantha still wasn't sure why she felt so drawn to Scorpius Malfoy. Perhaps it was those grey eyes that could almost see into one's soul. Maybe it was his silver locks of hair that draped over his brow whenever he leaned forward. Or perhaps it was the mere fact of him being a malofy that fascinated her.
Regardless of what it was, Samantha felt a hunger inside of her to spent time with Scorpius. She was liking him more and more as she spent more time around him,. Despite his mostly quiet nature, he definitely had a mischievous side, as well as a cheeky one.
They had each gotten about two-thirds of the way done with their respective piles when Samantha suddenly felt a splash of water on her neck. Flummoxed, she touched the spot and pulled her hand away to find suds coating her finger.
Looking to her left, she saw that Scorpius holding a spatula and grinning mischievously at her. With a deft flick of his hand, he sent another few suds flying her way. Samantha squealed, wiping the soapy water off of her brow.
"Shouldn't have done that, Malfoy" she said, scooping up a handful of water and chucking it at him and not caring one bit that it sloshed onto the floor.
"A little aggressive, aren't we?" Scorpius replied. Glancing down at his wet robes/
"Just a little." Samantha answered, a smirk finding its way up her face.
"well in that case…." Scorpius used a ladle to hurl a large amount of water directly onot the front of her robes. Samantha gritted her teeth, trying not to scream from scalding temperature of the water as it soaked through her clothes.
Glaring at Scorpius in a mock enraged look, Samantha grabbed a pot halfway filled with soapy water and proceeded to dump it on his head. Some of it, at least. A good portion landed on the floor, and again Samantha didn't care.
Their water skirmish quickly delved into an all-out war, with both of them chasing each other around the immense expanse of the room armed with various different forms of water weapons. Samantha laughed so lard that she thought her stomach might concave. Scorpius was about to dump a pot of suds on her head when the door banged open
"What in merlin's name is going on here?"
Samantha and Samantha both froze as Filch's furious voice echoed off the stone walls. Scorpius hastily lowered the pot of water, much to Samantha's relief. She was already soaked.
"Sorry sir." Samantha apologized, hanging her head slightly
:As you should be!" Filch bellowed. Rather. He bellowed as best he could with such a raspy voice. "Detention should never, ever be fun!"
Nor anything else, if you had your way.." Scorpius whispered under her breath. Samantha had to scratch her nose to hide the grin climbing up her face.
"get back to work!" filch screeched, his wide eyes bulging out of his head. "Now!"
Samantha didn't need anymore encouragement and promptly ran back to her sink. She and Scorpius both resumed their scrubbing while Filch reclined on a nearby chair and kept an eye on them. As she finished her pot, Samantha snuck a glance at Scorpius. She could tell with one look into his twinkling gray eyes that he was thinking the same thing as her.
She couldn't wait until tomorrow nights detention